My Fourth Gentle Femdom Experience

My fourth gentle femdom experience

(This is a sequel to "My third gentle femdom experience")

Earning a better living -- or not...

Mistress Janet led me to my first visit to the basement -- it was air-conditioned like the other rooms in the house, so a naked slave like me would have no trouble coping with temperature. We descended a steep staircase and when we reached the basement, Mistress Janet turned on the light and I could see a narrow hallway with several doors on each side.

"This is a very special part of our playground," Mistress Janet said. "This is our little dungeon and each door leads to a special activity room. By the way, most of them are soundproofed."

"This is fantastic, Mistress Janet! This house is truly amazing!"

"Yes, there is a lot to explore in this female-dominated world, but four days alone will not allow you much. If only we had more time!"

"Why does each door have a different number and letter on it, Mistress Janet?"

"Doors marked with the number '1', like the ones on the left: 1A, 1B, and 1C are for novice slaves like yourself; doors marked with the number 2, like the ones on the right: 2A, 2B, and 2C are for more experienced slaves."

"What are those four doors at the opposite end of the hallway?"

"These are doors 3A and 3B on the left side and 3C and 3D on the right side. They are for the most experienced slaves, for those slaves who crave extreme humiliation, pain, and suffering." And incidentally, they are used for harsh punishment of disobedient or insolent slaves. So behave yourself, slave - if your Mistress leads you to one of that four dreadful rooms, be afraid! Be very afraid!"

"Where are we going?"

"Don't worry, slave! We´re going to play in room 1A now. According to your file, you're interested in subjects like science fiction, space travel and mystery, aren't you?"

"That's right, Ms. Janet! Ever since I was a child, I've looked up at the stars and wondered if there was intelligent life on other planets."

"This information will serve our purpose well. I'll give you the chance to earn five femdollars and consequently have a very nice meal. What do you think?"

"Wonderful, Mistress Janet! Thank you! What do I have to do?

"First things first: imagine another planet with intelligent life on a faraway galaxy, where two tribes will compete against each other for a scarce resource--in this case, for five femdollars. They're called Alphas and Betas, and each will send a champion into the arena."

"Am I an Alpha or a Beta?"

"A Beta, definitely! Without a doubt!" Giggling, she added,

"In our little game, of course!"

"What's the competition like, Ms. Janet? Do they use some kind of weapons like in science fiction movies?"

"No, they are very advanced and no longer use weapons or violence, so their competition is about 'ass slapping'.'"

"Ass slapping? What the hell is that?"

"They will face each other in the arena, but it is forbidden to use any weapons or touch the opponent in any way, except slapping their ass. The slapping must be a gentle touch of the hand to the opponent's ass." Whoever slaps their opponent's ass first wins the match and takes the five femdollars. Fair enough?"

"So, the only thing I have to do is try to slap your ass lightly, but without touching the rest of your body? Sounds pretty easy to me."

"It's simple and complicated at the same time, because you have to avoid getting slapped in the process. Ah, there's also a 22-page pamphlet that describes the main characteristics of each tribe and the real reasons behind their striking differences. Would you like to read it before the match?"

"Thank you, but I don't think that's necessary at this point, Mistress Janet. I'd like to read it after I win the match and receive the money. So, let's play!"

"No problem! But remember, you could have gotten your hands on the booklet before the match. Let's play! We'll need to wear these alien outfits for the match."

She brought out two shirts: a red one with the Alpha symbol on the front for her and a blue one with the Beta symbol on the front for me. We put them on and entered a dim-lit room with two stronger lights focused on a red and a blue circle.

"Well, Beta slave, you're now going to compete with Mistress Alpha in an ass slapping match. Go to the blue circle on the left side of the room while I go to the red circle on the right."

Across several white tiles, the distance between us was about three times my height. "This will be a piece of cake for the rest of the room is empty, so there's nowhere for her to hide -- her ass is mine!," I thought.

"Do you want to give the signal to start the match, Beta slave?"

"Yes, Alpha Mistress Janet! Thank you. On your marks! Get set! Go!"

She stood in her circle grinning and bared her breasts at me as I ran across the room to catch her, my eyes fixed on her breasts. I was almost to her when I stepped on something slippery and fell face down almost in front of her. She gently slapped my ass and yelled:

"We have a winner! Alpha!" Defeated and disappointed, I didn't understand why this disaster had happened and slammed my hands on the damp tiles. "Damn it!"

"Well, slave, I´ve just won five femdollars and it looks like you're going to have your delicious soup with bread and water for lunch."

"No fair, Mistress Janet! I was so sure I would win! What happened?"

"Slave, if you had read the pamphlet, you would know that the Alpha tribe is known for its cunning and the quality of its traps, while the Beta tribe is hasty and careless. I knew you would run after me, so beforehand, I poured some water on the tiles near the red circle. The rest was easy!

"The pamphlet shows why did the two tribes disagree in the first place?"

"This has to do with the Beta tribe's usual lack of education towards the Alpha tribe, but unfortunately you just missed the opportunity to learn more about these two diametrically different worldviews. It's a pity!"

"Mistress Janet, what does this mean?"

"Forget it, slave. Let's go upstairs right now for lunch!"

Our lunch was what she would call "diametrically different", as my bland soup contrasted sharply with her salad, pasta and steak. She ate it with gusto and even had seconds of pasta.

I blurted out to Mistress Janet: "It's a good thing I'll only have to put up with this horrible food for four days, because after that I plan to go to a five-star hotel on the beach and eat really well!"

"Are you on vacation then, slave?"

"Yes, I started today and I'll be on vacation for fifteen days. I told everyone that I was going to a faraway place and that I didn't want to be found or contacted. My colleague Carol is the only person who actually knows where I am now."

She was thoughtful for a few moments and then said:

"Interesting. Really interesting! Thank you for your honesty, slave! You've just earned the right to a small piece of chocolate cake."

"Wow! Thank you very much, Mistress Janet!"

"You're welcome, slave. Do you like eating cherries?"

"I love them!"

"Then I'll save some for later, for they could be included in a little naughty game" she said, smiling mischievously.

"And don't worry, slave! Today I'll give you another chance to earn five femdollars that could guarantee payment for a delicious dinner for yourself. What do you think?"

"Thank you, Mistress Janet!"

"Then, slave, in the next hour I intend to give you some free time to do some chores for me and therefore earn the five femdollars you need. Are you interested?"

"Sure, Mistress Janet! Thank you!"

My mood was improving: I would listen to her very carefully and read everything she showed me before I even started working, so that this time everything would be done correctly. (to be continued)