Femdom Army

The Femdom Army: London Platoon, Riot Control, 8 August 2011

A crazy paving of broken glass littered the ground and the shards twinkled like fairy lights in reflecting the flames from the bonfires in the street. The police car and fire engine sirens could be heard droning far, far away in the distance at the epicentre of the riot.

On the vulnerable fringes of town, within the dark confines of the convenience store, a dozen or so bodies darted about, tearing down shelving units, picking over the stock, and ransacking the place in a frenzy of thuggery and thievery.

The shrill pitch of the burglar alarm, along with the ear-muffling of the hoodies and the adrenaline buzz of anarchy coursing through their veins, drowned out the steel-tipped high-heeled march of the approaching Femdom Army.

And a minute later, it was too late to scarper. The advancing figures were at the entrance and the exit to the street: a synchronised uniformed regiment, rank and file, and a united front of blood-red lips and fingernails. Curvaceous figures in line after line of womanhood, the Femdom Army had arrived; a splendid and fearsome display of potent female authority and might.

Leading the troops came the Leather Handlers of women clad in a uniform of full length black leather trench coat, peaked cap with FA insignia and six-inch-heel thigh-high boots. In each black leather gauntleted hand, the handler held a metal chain leash fastened to a metal choker chain collar tethering a crouching stocky beast of a man wearing a black leather chest harness embossed with the insignia FA, steel chastity belt and black leather face mask muzzle.

Following the Leather Handlers came the Rubber Squad of women clad in a uniform of tight shiny black rubber catsuit, black rubber opera-length gloves and rubber knee boots. Their hair slicked back in a high ponytail stood proud as a regimental plume. Each rubber-clad woman wielded a pair of bull whips held aloft as regimental flagstaffs.

Following the Rubber Squad came the Satin Secretariat of women clad in a uniform of voluminous cream silk pussybow blouse, black pencil skirt, waist-cincher belt, fully fashioned nude stockings and six-inch-heel stilettos. With every step, a pair of prince nez spectacles hanging on a silver chain bounced at the bosom and a chignon of hair held fast by a crossed pair of silver letter openers bounced at the nape of the neck. The Secretariat wore tan leather driving gloves and carried an oxblood-red leather attaché case embossed with the insignia FA.

Following the Satin Secretariat came the Governess Guild of women clad in a uniform of beige mackintosh, black Mary Jane stiletto pumps, black leather gloves and a beige silk headscarf knotted under the chin. In their gloved hands they wielded implements of traditional corporal punishment: a thick tan leather strap embossed with the insignia FA in the left hand and a dragon cane in the right.

Following the Governess Guild came the Nursing Sisters clad in a uniform of navy-blue tunic, white elasticated belt with silver FA buckle, starched cap sat at back of head, and black pumps. In latex-gloved hands each nurse carried a pair of surgical steel forceps in the left and a hypodermic syringe—cocked, aimed and ready to inject—in the right.

And finally at the rear came the Equestrienne Cavalry clad in a uniform of black velvet riding helmet, red silk stock, tweed hacking jacket, cream riding breeches and black rubber riding boots. In their black leather riding-gloved-hands they bore the riding whip in the left hand and the riding crop in the right. Each equestrienne was mounted upon the shoulders of an athletic man with a black horsehair tail protruding from the cheeks of his bottom. His rider held the black leather lead reins to his black leather head harness of blinkers embossed with the insignia FA and a rubber snaffle-bit filling his mouth.

The Femdom Army came to a halt and faced the scene of crime of the recalcitrants. A volley of leather and rattan cut through the air.

A Leather Handler spoke in a cut-glass accent and measured tones into a megaphone. “Thugs and thieves, drop your weapons and swag. Come out with your hands on your head.”

She paused for a moment as she licked her blood-red lips.

“You have no option but to surrender to the Femdom Army!”

A looter in a balaclava poked his head out of the store front, looked left, looked right, and cried out, “What the fuck?”

An hour later the police car siren wailed through the streets at high speed with flashing lights and siren blaring. It skidded to a stop in an emergency brake.

Before the police officers lay an assortment of men displayed in a tableau of both grotesque and comedic proportions.

Swinging from four street lamps, framing the scene, four naked men, each bound identically to the post like a fly caught in a red rope spider web. Each mouth was agape and filled to bursting point with a large black rubber ball-gag; steel nipple clamps bit into their nipples; and gargantuan lead weights swung from their very swollen and very stretched balls. They were marked on the chest, back and buttocks with the bull-whipped insignia FA.

Beneath each street lamp, a black metal rubbish bin, overflowed with a body stuffed head first into its foul confines. The writhing legs of the bent-double bodies of the four men were restrained in black canvas institutional strait jackets and steel leg irons at the ankles. On the soles of their feet welts spelt FA.

In front of this, on either side of the road next to the trashed shop fronts, two pairs of conjoined couples, back to back, appeared to be squatting down and dancing or gyrating. They were dressed in enormous pompadour white wigs, pink tutus, white fishnet stockings, pink fishnet gloves and spike-heel pink leather ballet shoes. In a stuck-pig fashion, each couple was set stiffly upon the broom handle end of a short sweeping brush, which was inserted into the anus, and with every painful wobble on the spike-heels, the brushes made clumsy sweeping motions at the litter on the floor around them. The grimacing faces of the sissy-ballerinas were made up baby-doll style with white face powder, blue eyeshadow, a double set of false eyelashes, and fluorescent pink lipstick plastered over their lips. Strapped to the face, protruding from the mouth, there was a white plastic toilet brush. Written in red lipstick on the left facial cheek was the letter F and on the right the letter A.

And finally, in the middle of the road, two men had been put down in the foetal position. The twins were dressed in bulky terry towelling nappies and transparent plastic pants, with big rubber dummy gags in their mouths and white lace bonnets on their freshly shaved bald heads. Their bare chests were strapped into white leather baby harnesses embossed with a red FA insignia and their hands and feet were hog-tied with matching white leather mittens and bootees and baby reins.