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Madame in a World of Fantasy, Volume 13, Number 11
Swish Publications, Ltd.
London, England
ca. 1980

digital replica

The cover asserts that Madame in a World of Fantasy magazine expresses “appreciation of the dominant woman.” This issue collects varied prose pieces that present scenarios in which women dominate submissive men. Stories (some serialized) and letters describe relationships in which males serve the whims of women who select them. Men volunteer for submissive roles in the lives of women who enjoy the pleasures of having obedient servants and people they can cause to wince.

Madame isn't about photo shoots or models in fetish regalia. The payload resides in vivid texts in which men endure vicious cruelty and humiliation as their female superiors desire.

Madame Ai provides several prose pieces. In one, she describes how she acclimates a newbie.

And so it is with Trainee Slave. It will be some time before I indulge myself with him. First he must learn to serve, to bend his neck to my yoke, without promise or hope of reward. When he presents himself, I keep him in the potting shed. As you can see in the photographs, there is a cat-hole by the main door, just big enough for his head or his paws to poke through. To spend some time alone there is to wait with bated breath for my footsteps on the gravel, heart pounding as I pass. Am I coming? Or it is only a tease? Will you be let free? Will I make your bonds yet tighter? Will I un-padlock the door and push it back and simply look at you? I might look a long time, an aeon to a squirming slave, staring silent, and then leave you alone again, without a word between.

The key scrapes the lock. The footsteps fade. Your heart subsides and the waiting begins anew.

What am I doing, you wonder? Lounging in the living room? Busy at my desk? Talking on the telephone, oblivious to your plight? Perhaps I am sorting my lingerie, the slips and knickers sliding through my hands. Perhaps I am in the Chamber, refreshing myself for the evening's pleasure.

You hear a car crunching the drive, the handbrake, the door slam. More footsteps, another Woman by the pace, and you crane your neck, trying to stretch the chain about your throat, so that you can reach the window. But not quite. It makes me smile to know your leash is just that inch too short. In that way, the window's proximity is a constant reminder of the denial, and more potent that being trussed up on the floor, unable to move at all.

Ms. Candida works as editor of the magazine and receives varied correspondence. For example Mistress K. provides a progress report about her transformed husband [Brenda] and introduces him/her to his/her mother-in-law.

I told Mother to treat Brenda as her plaything or In any way she wished.

"Brenda", said mother, "I wish to see what you are wearing under your skirt so take it off along with your blouse". Blushing profusely, Brenda obeyed to reveal a cream opera top slip, which she then removed to stand in just her bra, briefs and suspender belt set and stockings all purchased by me from the "rose" collection at Marks and Spencers. Mothers breathing was a little heavy and I could see she was unsure how far to go so I decided to help her out.

"Don't be shy Brenda", I said slipping my thumbs into the waist band of her panties, "lets show Mummy whats hiding in your frillies", then I slid her panties down her legs and off altogether leaving her exposed to our gaze.

Over the following months, I have carried on quite normally, not sparing Brenda's blushes and have encouraged mother to take an active part. I can still remember vividly the first time I had to discipline her in front of mother. Brenda was sent to her room to get into her punishment uniform. This consists of plain pink nylon knickers, a playtex eighteen hour girdle, a pair of black stockings, a pink nylon blouse and pink pantaloons frilled across the back and front and at the knees. As usual Brenda stood to attention in front of me as I told her why she was to be thrashed, however she begged me to do it in private so I turned to mother for her opinion on Brenda's pleas. A smile flickered across her lips as she slightly raised the skirt she had on to allow a fleeting glimpse of stocking tops and white nylon before her hands re-appeared holding her French knickers.

"Open your mouth my sweet Pansy", she said, "let me give you something to mull over". Crossing the room, she placed the crotch between Brenda's lips and gently, almost lovingly, pushed the still warm garment into her mouth until all that was visible was a portion of the lacy leg. With her protests stifled, Brenda was stripped of her blouse and pantaloons and told to assume her position face down on the bed.

Between us, Mother and I released the suspenders and rolled back the girdle. This enabled us to pull down the knickers presenting me with a tempting target. Picking up the table tennis bat, I use on such occasions, I smiled at Mother and brought it down as hard as I could on Brenda's left cheek. Immediately, the soft flesh turned a pink colour and I repeated the dose on the right side.

Several pieces relate to spanking — between women and even husband to wife. A short story tells of a remote estate where a sisterhood of dominant women meet monthly and abuse the staff with various forms of cruelty. A one-page comic strip shows Judith dominating her transvestite husband. A two-page comic strip shows what happens to “The Foot Slave.”

Some photographs originated with adjacent writing. Some picture content originated in other publications.

The ebook presents all content of the magazine, including advertisements, in the original page sequence. A few page layouts were revised. Some margins and borders were excised.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced. All images were improved by ebook processing.

All new scans. 68 pages.

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