Graduation Day: penny’s Diary, Part Six

Last Updated on 19 August, 2026 by Cara Sutra

Welcome to part six of slave penny’s fantasy FemDom diary series. Graduation Day reveals what happens to penny as the final part of his training to become a palace slave reaches its climax. There were ample warnings in part five that this special day wouldn’t be easy for slave penny, and it’s time for him to find out exactly why he was given prior warning. Kidnapped into a van before dawn, forced to endure obnoxious scents and tastes, moulded into a cock sucking cuckold, and finally strapped to a chair before the fully assembled matriarchy for a traumatic final acceptance ritual. slave penny was warned, and now so are you; dark themes await you here.

Content warning and note: Please be aware that ‘diary entries’ published in the FemDom slave’s Fantasy Diary area of my blog are fiction. They are written and should be enjoyed as erotica, extreme FemDom fantasy created by a male slave’s long-term chastity-enhanced imagination. Please don’t attempt to recreate any part of this story in reality. This instalment contains intense scenes of forced bi and oral service, branding, and body marking, alongside FemDom cuckolding and humiliation.

Monday, 6th July 2026

Graduation Day

The day began with significant trepidation. The Lady teachers had warned us, in no uncertain terms, that this was going to be a very difficult day for us all. Last night i imagined how i would feel waiting to be collected this morning. There was, however, no such wait. my door was flung open very much earlier than usual. Two henchman slaves dragged me from my bed and had me halfway down the stairs towards the outside doors of the institution before i gained any type of consciousness. Within a few minutes, i was in the back of a van with five of the other students on the road to who knew where.

After a journey of close to two hours, we eventually arrived somewhere very familiar. We had come to it from a completely different direction, so it was not until we passed the gatehouse (where, some days before, i had received medical treatment in the form of a stomach plug) that i realised we were arriving at the big manor house. Any slight trepidation was now magnified. i had only recently spent a number of days and nights in the dungeons here, and in a very large underground chamber i had witnessed the torture of four prisoners shackled to the wall and receiving severe punishment. For all i knew, those prisoners were still there now.

The vans pulled up outside the familiar side entrance, and an army of henchman slaves appeared from the door and bundled all of us into the property.

Instead of being taken down the stairs towards the dungeons, we were led along corridors into the more civilised parts of the property, then upstairs, where we were taken in different directions.

Eventually, i was flung through a door, followed by two henchmen who stood against the door they had just closed behind them.

A female voice seized my attention.

“Welcome, slug cum.”

i turned and saw a man and woman reclining on a four-poster bed. Both were in a state of undress. He was fully naked apart from his feet, on which he still wore thick heavy boots as if he had just come off a building site. The boots were long and went well above his ankles. He still seemed to have socks on underneath them. Apart from that, he was completely naked.

The woman had a flowing silk robe pulled around her shoulders, but left wide open, exposing her body. Beneath the robe, she wore a matching silk bra and knickers set. There was no denying the beauty of this Woman. She possessed the soft curves that i, as a submissive man, appreciate in a Dominant Woman. As a submissive male, the toned slim body that women are traditionally supposed to strive for raises the question of what sacrifices the woman has endured to achieve it. Soft curves suggest affluence, pampering, leisure, power, self worth and justified narcissism. Very becoming of a true Goddess or Lady of Dominant power.

The henchmen had flung me to the floor, so i was already in the right position to fulfil Her command; that i crawl over to the bed.

The man was on the nearside of the bed, and i was commanded to unlace and take off his boots and socks.

i duly did so, although he continuously moved his legs, reacting to the woman who was stroking his strong muscular torso and making pleasurable moaning sounds as she did so. i felt hideously stupid as i scuttled around the bed, trying to get into the ever-changing positions to continue the process of removing his shoes and socks.

At long last, his hot sticky feet were fully uncovered, and the smell of his socks and boots emanated outwards about a metre from the bed.

Seeing that i’d completed my job, the Lady on the bed paused and told the man that i had stowed his socks too far away, as though it were something seriously wrong.

The man turned and acknowledged that what She was saying was true.

“I am Lady Sharon, and you will refer to Me as Your Ladyship. Now fetch one of those socks.”
i hurriedly obeyed.

“Now waft it under your nose and take deep breaths.”

i obeyed, but with difficulty. The smell was obnoxious, and my expression must have betrayed that.

“It’s time,” Lady Sharon whispered to Her man, and he rose from the side of the bed on which i was kneeling. He stood next to me. The bed was to my right, and to his left.

He stood over me, his genitals immediately in front of my face.

“Let’s start with deep throat,” She said to him, and i swiftly felt his cock pressing against the back of my throat, gagging me frighteningly. i panicked, but as my throat began to reject his penis, he countered, and his cock filled my mouth all the way back to my throat once more. She continually told me to relax and breathe deeply through my nose. It wasn’t instinctive, but i followed Her guidance and it did help.

A few seconds passed before i heard Her whisper something to him, and he withdrew his cock slightly, so that it cleared my throat but he remained well into my mouth.

“Use your tongue to feel round the glans and tip of his delicious manhood,” She instructed, and i did just that.

“Mmm, not bad,” She said. “Now concentrate on the underside with your tongue. Stretch your tongue out to reach the base of his shaft, and then curl it backwards towards the tip. Take your time. There is no rush.”

A surprisingly large proportion of the lesson had just the head of this man’s cock in my mouth. As commanded, i used my lips as well as my tongue to go all the way around the head, applying a little suction.

She continued with numerous instructions on how to use my mouth, tongue and lips to become a competent cock sucker, and thereby, She told me, on my way to becoming a capable cuckold service provider. That was apparently the name given to this task.

She gave me other information as i continued to apply my newly taught skills. He was one of Her male partners, and had been for years. She had three others, and there was no jealousy between them. He was not a slave, but in a female led relationship with Her. His primary role was to give Her the ultimate pleasure. With the availability of numerous slaves, under this new regime the life of men like him would be very pleasant and relaxing, provided they continued to please the Lady in their life.

i was surprised at my willingness to learn, and She was impressed also. Through Her words, i embraced his superiority over me without any resistance.

After around thirty or forty minutes, She had me stop. That included four more deep throat thrusts, which left me somewhat weakened, making it easier for him to secure my wrists with the prepared cuffs on each side of the base of the bed’s two posts. He restrained me so that my head was barely a foot above the mattress.

They started a session of very physical, almost brutally rough sex. It was extremely passionate, and he seemed wild and unruly, but still very much in control of his actions.

The two henchmen had left sometime before this, or i would have expected them to intervene. There was only one person with true power in the room at that time, and it was Lady Sharon’s man.

By comparison to his large muscular frame, Her body was like a piece of delicate porcelain, which he was twisting around in his arms like a juggler with a baby doll. He pinned Her down hard to the bed by Her shoulders, then moved his large hands to grip Her, dramatically reducing the movement of those beautiful, softly sculpted arms which, despite Her obvious pleasure, were instinctively fighting him off. An obviously futile action, given his hard, bulging biceps. He kissed Her lips with the same energy as a lion tearing flesh from its prey. Lady Sharon’s moans were of pain, but there was also a clear sense of thrill and passionate pleasure.

Because i was bound at the foot of the bed with my head just a foot above the mattress, my view was initially of legs and feet, but the mattress became more like the floor of a wrestling ring as their positions changed dramatically and suddenly under his power. At one point, Her chin was held on the bed and he was pulling Her hair so that Her face was tilted upwards and She was looking straight into my eyes. He towered above Her from behind, using Her hair like the reins of a horse. Like a rider at a rodeo he twisted Her hair to shorten the reins and make Her more controllable. Her expression was of both pain and pleasure. She gasped every time he thrust himself deeply inside Her, but despite the obvious physical suffering, when he paused momentarily, She gritted Her teeth and bucked backwards so as to continue the ravishment.

The passion carried on fervently for what seemed like an eternity. Her groans, often keeping the same rhythm as his thrusts, echoed constantly throughout, and there were plenty of squelching sounds that more than suggested a great deal of fluid and wetness were involved.

Eventually they both came to rest, in an embrace. Amazingly, they finished in the conventional way, heads on pillows and feet towards me at the foot of the bed. Amazingly, because their various positions had seemed so random throughout the whole period of passion.

Groans turned to smiles and a little light laughter, as She stroked his hairy muscular pecs admiringly.

After a short time She looked down at me and whispered something to him.

The toes of one of Her feet flicked against my lips, compelling me to work with my mouth, and She commanded me to use my tongue to delve deep between Her toes for what She called toe jam, which She described as sweat and dead skin. i worked on the toes of each of Her feet, delving as deep into the gaps between each toe with my tongue as i could, exactly as directed. The couple continued their pillow talk, completely ignoring me. Once i had cleaned the little toe of Her right foot, the last toe, She moved Her feet aside and one of his feet took their place. The difference in smell was immediately noticeable, but i had no time to dwell on that as She commanded that i do the same with his feet.

i could see Her beautiful face and the cruel pleasure my suffering and humiliation gave Her, and sensed a commanding desire to sate that pleasure. The obnoxiousness of the task merely emphasised the cruelty of the demand, and my tongue delved as deeply as possible to fulfil the task properly and to Her liking.

The couple rose from the bed and disappeared from the bedroom, leaving me still cuffed to the bottom bedposts. i anticipated being collected by a couple of henchmen and taken away in the same way as i had been delivered, but after a few minutes Lady Sharon and Her man returned.

Both were now fully dressed from neck to toe in leather. In both cases, tight black leather jeans and shirt. Lady Sharon’s shirt was tucked into Her jeans, and She wore a wide black leather belt, emphasising Her beautiful female shape. Her gloves and knee-length boots were a dark burgundy. The man’s leather shirt hung over any belt, his gloves were black leather, and his black boots were the heavy duty ones he had been wearing earlier.

He came over, released my wrists from the bedposts, and trapped my upper arms with his leather gloved hands from behind before pushing me over towards the waiting Lady Sharon. She was carrying a leather collar and a chain. The man held me firmly in front of Her as She twisted each nipple in turn and slapped my chest hard.

“Men such as Ivan here will be regular visitors to the palace, and We have decided that due to their exceptional sexual prowess, when visiting, they should be treated with the respect they deserve.”

She took something out of Her hand and bent forward. It must have been a key, because i felt my chastity cage being removed. It had been in place so long that its removal seemed to affect my balance and centre of gravity. i felt Her grab my slug (as my penis had been called for some time now), and jerk it three or four times with Her leather gloved hand. She was looking me straight in the face, and Her feminine beauty was no doubt responsible, as much as the touch of leather, for my erection.

She smiled, then put the leather collar around my neck before attaching the chain.

“We are certain that if members of the Sisterhood ordered you palace slaves to obey the commands of the male sex supremos who visit, you would do so. However, We have decided that they deserve more than that when they are Our guests. your obedience to Us is through your arousal,” She jerked my slug as She said that, pulling my foreskin right back on each jerk to fully expose my highly sensitive glans, “so We thought your obedience to them should be the same.”

She made a gesture to the man i now knew to be Ivan behind me.

He pulled me back towards him so that i felt his leather-covered body against my bare back and buttocks. At the same time, She moved tightly against my front, making sure my slug was held vertically, gripped tightly between the two of them, pointing straight up towards my belly button, with the susceptible underside pressed against Her leather.

my head had been pushed slightly to one side. Her high-heeled boots and the soles of his boots meant that they were both taller than me, and i could hear them kissing each other slightly above my head to the side.

Their bodies gyrated in unison, with me tightly sandwiched in between. This went on for some time. There were groans of pleasure from both of them.

“Do not cum. you will spend the rest of your life shackled in a cell if you do,” She commanded through Her heavy passionate breathing.

The passion continued, with me tightly gripped between them. Aware of Her latest command, i became very aware and concerned about the growing arousal that this was causing. Ejaculation has not been easy for me since i was in my late 30s. As a submissive male, orgasm brings me very different emotion to others. It is a flatness that is psychologically difficult to take, and difficult to explain. Nonetheless, as arousal and torment increase, it can become unstoppable if my slug is not caged, and i was very close to that indeed.

The passion continued for another minute or so. Suddenly, i found myself spun around 180 degrees. A gloved hand gripped my now hard and erect slug and ensured it stayed vertical as i was pushed hard against the front of Ivan’s leather jeans. The passion continued, and the motion meant my slug was stimulated directly against him. Despite that, i was still having to fight the risk of orgasm. i remained highly aroused. It would have been impossible not to.

The kissing and passion continued for some time, before suddenly the kissing stopped. Ivan’s face was immediately in front of mine.

The gyrations continued as Lady Sharon commanded, “Look into the face of a real man; Ivan. Glorify him. Say it. Say ‘glory to real man Ivan’.”

i did as commanded, straight into his face, as our three bodies continued to grind against each other. i was still highly aroused, and both the movement and my arousal were reflected in my voice.

“Again,” She commanded, and again i obeyed.

This was repeated a number of times before i was eventually flung to the floor and the two continued that passionate embrace without me in their sandwich.

They made their way over to the bed still in each other’s arms, before falling on it and continuing their passion.

i was too weak to move. Suddenly the door was opened, and a woman i recognised as one of the teachers replaced my chastity cage. She was accompanied by two henchmen, and the four of us made our way along the corridors of the building.

“Now, just a simple matter of your graduation,” was the only thing She said to me on the journey.

It was a fairly short journey, and we went into a room a similar size to the large bedroom i had just left, but with no bed. There was a large semicircle of comfortable lounge chairs which were all occupied by Women. The teachers in their leather trousers and white shirts, and Ladies of the matriarchy in their now familiar black leather jeans, leather shirts, with burgundy gloves and boots.

Two Women were standing. One was a teacher, and the other a Lady, within the semicircle of chairs.

The first thing i noticed was the heat. The room was significantly warmer than the corridors or any other room i had been in.

All the curtains had been drawn to keep out the sunlight, but movement in those curtains betrayed the open windows behind them.

The henchmen led me to what looked like a dining chair facing the occupied armchairs. i noticed a large TV on the wall behind that chair.

On it, i could not help but notice Goddess Cara, dressed in gold leather. my emotional reaction to seeing Her was profound. The Goddess i had served for years, whose sadistic needs i had sated. The cruel Goddess i worshipped, now reaping the rewards She had always deserved. my mind simply thought aloud, “Glory to You Goddess Cara.” She was clearly watching from elsewhere on live feed.

They sat me in the chair and cuffed my wrists and ankles to it.

There was no delay in proceedings once i was bound.

The standing Lady spoke. “slug cum, you have graduated, and you are now a slave in the palace and court of Goddess Cara. you will now be permanently and eternally marked as a palace slave.”

The standing teacher took hold of a black metal rod protruding from a bright orange circle on the floor, around which was a black metal surround.

Before i had time to rationalise that the bright orange was in fact hot coals and the iron rod was a branding iron, my body was jolting in agonising pain.

The teacher, Her hands protected with thick leather gauntlet gloves, was gritting Her teeth as She pressed the branding iron on the right side of my chest, just above the nipple. She pressed hard and constantly, and the pain was close to unbearable. my body arched and contorted as best it could within the restraints as the hard hot branding iron scalded my flesh.

i must have been screaming. It is hard to imagine i was not, but everything was a blur. It was as if i was having a nightmare, yet it was all so real. A cross between Dante’s Inferno and a den of iniquity.

The Women in the chairs were clearly aroused, and were adding to that with their hands and fingers. Zips and buttons opened to expose their areas of sensitivity. Dildos and other sex toys were being used. Their cruel sadistic pleasures were being fulfilled by my hellish suffering.

i believe the brain reacts to such trauma with a memory lapse. i don’t believe i lost consciousness, but somehow my memory can only recall being carried on a stretcher up two flights of stairs to a room full of bunk beds. Other naked slaves already occupied bunks, and the henchmen flung me onto an empty one.

They also left, and locked the door behind them. The room was full of anguished moans as it became clear the others had suffered as i had. Those already there were members of the twelve slaves on the course. Not all were there. The empty bunks suggested other poor sods were on their way, and still had to endure the pain of Graduation Day.

– by slave penny

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This post is the sixth instalment of weekly diary entries by slave penny. Despite being described and presented as diary entries, the activities and happenings described therein are fiction. They don’t represent our real Mistress/slave dynamic or interactions. They’re the product of my real life FemDom slave’s chastity-enhanced imagination, published here purely as erotic fantasy for your entertainment as well as mine. Any opinions expressed in this piece are penny’s own.

Please don’t attempt to recreate or actually live in the ways described in this erotic fiction piece. All BDSM activities require mutual trust, care, and active consent, whether you play within the SSC or RACK framework.

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