Alas, my lifelong fantasy is becoming a reality. Finally, my life as the mystical vampire princess FETISH DOLLY is taking shape. My castle above my mistress Queendom has, at long last, been built.
From below, you may see me on the balcony of my bedroom with my purple hair flowing in the wind. The clouds swirling around me, petting me like the slaves at my feet. My royal subjects gather daily, just to catch a glimpse of me in my turret. But only the luckiest of my personal slaves will have the privilege of entering my private quarters and performing chores like cleaning the toilet. Only the very select few will ever even touch my regal bed, the holiest of all places in my empire.
I am everything that your fantasies could be, and everything that your nightmares could ever imagine.
Everything that comes from me is precious, even my piss is more precious than gold. Every lucky slave in my FETISH DOLLY Queendom will receive a few drops of my perfection in a jar when they are born. All their life they must keep the little jar on an altar above their bed to remind them what they live for: Me, the goddess of all: FETISH DOLLY.
Then for their last rites sacrament the chosen slaves will drink the droplets in this bottle, only hours before they die. This holy water will purify their poor little slave bodies before they pass on to the next world. My golden excrement is prized and exquisite. It is more important and rare than all of the infinite, tiny slave men that surround me, and worship me.
I am the Domina, and this is the Queendom that I rule. Worship me and I will welcome you to my empire of female superiority: My FETISH DOLLY dominatrix empire.
As a goddess, I have many duties. I am responsible for running and ruling the community. I am responsible for social gatherings and political meetings. After my tiring and extensive work is done however, it is time to play. Under the cloak of night you will find me out at the ball, dancing in my exquisitely beautiful outfits, my corsets, my leather and latex gear. And when I return from the night, there is always a pretty little boy, kneeling and chained to the foot of my bed. He cleans my high heel shoes with his mouth. He then takes off my shoes and worships my sweaty sheer stockings. My princess foot stench is a unique and one of a kind perfume. Only the chosen few, lucky little slaves who get to experience this flavor and to have the privilege of touching thy porcelain skin. My little boy twerp then will massage my feet before I go to sleep. When the lights go out, he will sleep on the cold floor, where he belongs. My kitty cat Cleo is the royal pet that sleeps in my bed with me.
My day worker slaves are all taxed by your highness. I take a cut of their income for various necessities that my empire needs. Extra is taken to spoil your FETISH DOLLY with whatever she pleases.
My birthday is a holiday that all of the slaves and mistresses celebrate. In my empire, there are parades in the streets and fireworks in the sky to celebrate my holy birthday, March 21.
As a mistress of the night, those who I have dominion over are forced to work by the brake of day. The only ones allowed to work past sundown are my whores on the street. All whores must bleach their hair blonde and wear only baby pink, so the whole Queendom can humiliate them from miles away. Pointing and laughing at these whores is encouraged by law, my rule, as they are paid mere pennies for their sexual services to the general public. These whores have no real identities beyond their enslavement of being my whores; and every single of them is simply named Heather with a documented number which I brand on their backs.
My Heather sissies wear open ass dresses even on cold winter nights. But in my Queendom, no one feels bad for their low sissy scum. They spend hours after their daytime work, making up themselves in the mirror exactly how I first taught them: Whore red lipstick and bright blue eye shadow, and of course, deep pink blush. Before they hit puberty they must be neutered and have their balls chopped off. We have such nurses here to administer the special operation. This ensures they grow up with voices softer then the lightest fairy. Even softer then a eunuch. But, the transformation is not yet complete because it takes years of slut training for our forced feminization projects.
Physical education transformation training for my Heathers consists of strap-ons. We fuck their pussy holes to enlarge their man pussies wider to make room for the biggest of cocks. Then we teach them to give the best blowjobs in the nation. We even have carnivals with contests where the winner Heathers receive metals of dishonor, are forced to take hormone pills and wear open mouth gags.|
My whore Heathers are only allowed to speak when spoken to and then bow like little geishas with bound feet in acrylic six inch heels. They are even forced to bow to little dogs and cats that may pass them by on the corner. In my empire, these whores are even lower than land dwelling animals. Every Heather whore has the same birthday, November 10th. On their birthdays they receive one special bitch slap, by yours truly.
Beneath my castle you will find the basement where my medieval dungeon exists. One where, for the past two hundred years, men have been chained and enslaved. When a mistress of my FETISH DOLLY Queendom is having a bad day, we have her take out her anger on one of our ancient slaves. In the dungeon our mistresses have their pick of one, or even two of the slaves with their arms tied up tight in the air: symbolizing that of a punching bag. We make sure these slaves take good care of themselves so they can take the most brutal beatings. From ball busting to piercing, spanking, flogging, punching, slapping, even general corporal punishment and humiliation, they must endure whatever we may give them.
Land of the bound, home of the enslaved, this is the empire of the high priestess, FETISH DOLLY. Run by women, men are only present to serve as slaves in the Queendom of FETISH DOLLY: the girl of your dreams, the master of your nightmares.
