#306309 - Madame in a World of Fantasy 20 4 Swish

Madame in a World of Fantasy, Volume 20, Number 4
Swish Publications, Ltd.
London, England
ca. 1988

digital replica

Several gentlemen have asked for more Madame ebooks. They enjoy the prose. Apparently the editorial work of Madame Candida, contents mix short fiction, letters and a poem.

One story, Getting More Than You Asked For, tells how a wife transforms her husband into a submissive female. As the first-person narrator, the wife collects a sexy wardrobe for her obedient spouse and dresses him without warning. After he helps her satisfy the local window cleaner, she puts him on the street in “the rough part of town” to earn money for the five-mile trip back home.

In another story, a beautiful woman wreaks revenge against her previous boss, walking on his body in high heels. When his current secretary appears, she learns about the pleasurable practice of trampling men.

Set in a raw wilderness, the first tale describes the humiliating bondage and tasks assigned to a naked male captive. When Mistress Lara dismounts from her steed, he's ordered to remove her boots with his mouth and bath her feet with his tongue. The slave tells about the foot fetish ritual with these words:

. . . . as I squirmed, she ordered that I should keep my hands at my side, or she would chain my wrists to my ankles. Finally, I succeeded in removing her boots, baring her feet. As I did she wriggled her toes as they escaped the confines of her leather boots. Gaining sight of the remainder of her bare feet, after being tantalised by her bare heels for so long I felt a tightening between my thighs.

She was high instepped. daintily toed, well manicured, soft and delicate, her toes and toenails were to perfection.

"Starting with my left foot," she commanded, rubbing the pads of her bare feet in my face, "you may begin." I took her big toe into my mouth tasting the pungent smell of foot sweat and leather, delicately I ran my tongue about her toe.

"Do not leave any grains of sand or you will be beaten." I ran my tongue over every nook and cranny, Imy mouth full with her toes. "Do not drool over my feet slave, make it a sensuous pleasure for me." I nibbled at the tips of her toes. She giggled, each toe I thus served cleaning between her toes where dirt gathers and under her toenails. As I moved onto the soles and pads of her feet, she ordered me to lie on my side.

"Well, well slave, there is life in you," she teased. I moaned. "Continue with your foot work. What a contrast from this morning, perhaps your penis restraint should be replaced." I was glad [of] that as I served her feet I did not have to look her in the eye as she mocked and discussed my so obvious arousal. brought upon by the sight and service of her bare feet.

When I commenced upon her right foot she rested her other bare foot that my tongue had just cleaned upon my shoulders. "You ran well today slave, not many that I have run at my stirrup have such stamina. I like male slaves with stamina" she said grinning.

Finally finished, she inspected her feet. "You have done incredibly well my aroused pet. I will not beat you, not yet anyway."

In his letter to Madame Candida, a devotee of Madame Melanie tells how she abused him in a public park:

In our correspondence prior to this meeting Madame had stated that I should be wearing pretty ladies' underwear under my male clothing. She ordered me to remove my male attire for her inspection. This I did very nervously for fear of being seen, and also with great humiliation as her boyfriend was still here to witness my shame.

I stripped down to my black stockings and suspender belt and pink lace panties. Madame Melanie grinned and told me how sweet I looked. Then she opened the boot of her car and ordered me inside. This I did eagerly, glad of the cover from prying eyes. The lid was closed and the engine started. I then realised in my eagerness to get in the boot that I no longer had my outer garments. I now began to feel very vulnerable, dressed only in ladies' underwear and being driven to who knows where and by two people I barely knew. Soon the car stopped, the boot was opened and I was ordered out. I looked around and realised we were inside some kind of park, with fields, trees and bushes all around.

. . . . She then threw a stick and ordered me to fetch it on my knees. This I did crawling through the wet grass when suddenly I realised my Mistress and her boyfriend were driving away. Panic turned to horror then sheer terror as I was left alone wearing black stockinqs. suspender belt and pink lace panties. Suddenly I heard voices and quickly rushed for cover in the bushes snagging and laddering my underwear, thorns and prickles sticking in my unprotected body. I hid silently as the voices passed by. unaware of me shaking petrified and close to tears.

Then more voices - this time I recognised Madame Melanie and I crawled from my hiding place. She howled with laughter at my cut. scratched and disheveled appearance. "We thought you had had enough and gone home," she mocked as I threw myself at her feet and begged for the return of my male clothes. "Very well as you have provided us with some mild amusement."

Her boyfriend then scattered my clothes around the grass and off they went as I raced to re-dress myself. As I did so I noticed black ink on the back of my trousers. On closer inspection I saw that written in thick black marker pen was the sentence I AM WEARING LADIES' KNICKERS. My humiliation was not yet over as I realised I now had to get back to Swansea City Centre and the safety of my own car with this statement for all to see on the back of my trousers as there was no way of getting it off. . . .

Good illustrations shows scenes described by many prose pieces. Photos appear to involve practitioners, not models.

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