Please, I beg you, Madame Secretary! A celebrity/mature/IR Femdom Story

[John_Vandermeer]

When a new regime takes over the government, large scale, brutal, crime and immigration crackdowns begin to take place. Leading the charge is the country’s new secretary/minister in charge of such things, a 50s GILF as hot as she is scary, that loves to lead the charge in stiletto pumps and three lettered bullet proof vests, sorrounded by goons in suits with earpieces and dark sunglasses, just for the photo op.

One day a 20s innocent man is rounded up in one those raids. Lined up on his knees against a hard wall in handcuffs with 20 other men, his heart beats out of his chest when he sees Madame Secretary walking the line inspecting her detainees. Rumor has it that is terrible news for all, deadly for one, and indeed when she stops right in front of him and asks him “how much would you like to earn your freedom, young man?” he seriously considers saying “thanks, but no thanks” but manages no words to come out of his mouth.

An hour later he is in the back of a large black SUV with Madame Secretary, still in handcuffs, two goons up front with eyes and ears firmly on the road, as she taunts him. “This may be your lucky day, young man. Your opportunity to earn a get out of jail card. If you play your cards right…” she says, as she slides one hand between his thighs, and grabs, almost crushes, his manhood. The young man grunts, but not from the pain, but from the rumors that no young man pulled away like that has ever been seen again…

Any similarities with real people and events being purely coincidental of course (though a certain PB, KN, are certainly muses

Anybody would like to read that?

 

[000zing]

When a new regime takes over the government, large scale, brutal, crime and immigration crackdowns begin to take place. Leading the charge is the country’s new secretary/minister in charge of such things, a 50s GILF as hot as she is scary, that loves to lead the charge in stiletto pumps and three lettered bullet proof vests, sorrounded by goons in suits with earpieces and dark sunglasses, just for the photo op.

One day a 20s innocent man is rounded up in one those raids. Lined up on his knees against a hard wall in handcuffs with 20 other men, his heart beats out of his chest when he sees Madame Secretary walking the line inspecting her detainees. Rumor has it that is terrible news for all, deadly for one, and indeed when she stops right in front of him and asks him “how much would you like to earn your freedom, young man?” he seriously considers saying “thanks, but no thanks” but manages no words to come out of his mouth.

An hour later he is in the back of a large black SUV with Madame Secretary, still in handcuffs, two goons up front with eyes and ears firmly on the road, as she taunts him. “This may be your lucky day, young man. Your opportunity to earn a get out of jail card. If you play your cards right…” she says, as she slides one hand between his thighs, and grabs, almost crushes, his manhood. The young man grunts, but not from the pain, but from the rumors that no young man pulled away like that has ever been seen again…

Any similarities with real people and events being purely coincidental of course (though a certain PB, KN, are certainly muses

Anybody would like to read that?

The rise of despotism and the fast erosion of liberties that comes with it under a self-inflicted act of democratic lunacy is well-known in Europe in the 20thC and, as we speak, in Russia.

For story settings this opens up a whole new playground of possibilities, usually though not necessarily replete with booted uniforms, and where the rules of the game which most of us have known for the greater part of our lives are twisted out of shape. Yours is one.

 

[VerbalAbuse]

are you suggesting another 120 days of sodom?