The Matriarchy of Salvation: penny’s Diary, Part Seven

Last Updated on 18 September, 2026 by Cara Sutra

Welcome to part seven of slave penny’s fantasy FemDom diary series. It’s the morning after Graduation Day. Still bruised and in pain from his recent branding, penny is collected by an intimidating henchwoman: Titanium. She’s huge and seething with hatred for him, for reasons which will become apparent. Another long journey to the palace ends with slave penny ratcheted into a wheeled bondage frame, and a new, ingenious, but truly terrifying device being installed in a certain sensitive part of his anatomy. Goddess Cara explains who the Sisters of Salvation are, and why this Matriarchy of Salvation is so urgently needed. But that’s the least of penny’s concerns when he finds out where he’ll be spending the next few days, in the company of beautiful but deeply vengeful tormentors.

Content warning and note: Please remember that ‘diary entries’ published in the FemDom Slave’s Fantasy Diary area of my blog are fiction. They’re 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 scenes of urethral torture, body modification, and threats of extreme punishment.

The Palace

The brand on my chest still burned painfully when the henchmen came for me. It hadn’t been much longer than one night since graduation. Fresh trepidation joined the pain.

They dragged me from the bunkroom and down through the corridors of the manor to a small room. Waiting inside was a Woman, of course, but She was so very different from any others i’d encountered so far. She was at least a foot taller than the teachers had been, and built like a proverbial “brick house”. A black leather catsuit with shoulder straps exposed Her huge muscular tattooed arms. Her boots were more suited to a building site. Heavy soled, with steel toe caps.

The curiosity and trepidation had little time to settle. As soon as i was pushed through the door, one of the henchmen pointed me out to this beast of a Woman. She walked over, flung a metal chain around my neck, and dragged me out of the room and the building.

Parked immediately outside the doors leading to the yard was a large Mercedes car. A chauffeur held the back door open. The Woman swung me round by the chain on my neck, and i found myself sitting on the edge of the back seat, my legs outside the door. She took further chains from the front of the car, then swiftly and efficiently chained my legs and arms together. She did not bind me tightly. my arms and legs had some freedom of movement, but i certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

She joined me in the back seat, and we were on the road very quickly.

There was no verbal communication between us on the back seat, but Her periodic sneering looks said a thousand words. It reminded me of the female slave minky. Both appeared to hate me equally.

my enthusiasm for trying to work out directions or guess where we were had deserted me, and i lost track of the time during the journey. It must have been a couple of hours before we turned off a main road and through a large gate onto a tree-lined avenue. It took another ten minutes or more before we crested a hilltop and looked down onto the verdant gardens below, and a huge palace.

This time the journey did not end at a side door but right outside the steps that led up to the large front doors. The gravel yard was very painful under my bare feet, but fortunately it was only about half a dozen steps.

Henchmen unceremoniously dragged me through the front doors into a large hallway with a wide staircase going up to the next floor. We did not take the stairway but went along a corridor by the side of those stairs, then down one flight of stairs before entering a small room a few yards away. There was an examination table in that room, onto which i was guided to lie. A woman wearing a white cloak was working on something at a desk, and turned around to show it to the henchwoman i had travelled there with. my companion took it and waved it in front of my eyes.

“A new invention,” She declared.
The first words i had heard from Her during all those hours together.

“Barbs,” She continued, running a gloved hand along a thin hollow circular tube of metal with small razor-type pieces along its length.

i wasn’t sure what it was until the woman in the white cloak unscrewed the smooth sound from where it had previously been inserted through the top of my cage and pulled that one clear of my cock. She screwed the replacement through the end of the cage and inserted it just slightly into the opening of my urethra. The white-cloaked woman made an adjustment on Her mobile phone, and the sound slid fully into my penis. Somehow, there was no pain whatsoever, despite those barbs. i was confused, but relieved.

The henchmen guided me off the table and back to the main hallway on the floor above, and into a large room to the right of the stairway.

A wooden framework stood in the centre of the room, and i was guided towards it. Its function was not obvious until hands began placing me into it. i was set to sit on one of the higher bars, just wide enough to bear my weight. my knees were pressed forward over the bar below, and my ankles drawn back and bound to the bottom rail and to the uprights on either side. my legs were forced open at an unnaturally wide angle, and the tilt of my hips thrust my chastity cage forward, leaving me exposed.

my arms were then taken backwards over the highest bar and pulled down behind it, so that my wrists could be bound to the same rail my knees were pressed against. Every part of me was pulling against another, and there was no slack anywhere.

A strap was placed around my upper torso. Just before it was drawn tight, two small metal cups were suckered onto my nipples, and the strap was then ratcheted in.

Someone entered the room. i couldn’t see who it was, because i was facing the other way. It was then, too, that i became aware that the frame i was bound to was on wheels. The framework was moved and taken towards the new arrival who, to my amazement, was Goddess Cara Herself.

She was stunningly beautiful, beyond belief. She wore a light beige leather catsuit with dark maroon thigh-high boots and matching gloves. Around Her waist was a wide gold metal belt with an elaborate diamond centre. The toe tips of Her boots had matching gold caps. This vision caused a surge in submissive arousal and torment.

She had settled onto a comfortable lounge chair, a huge glass containing a long cool drink placed on the table next to Her. The frame was wheeled over to Her, and i was placed just about three feet in front of Her, bound and helpless. The muscular female bodyguard who had brought me from the manor showed something to the Goddess on Her mobile phone, then took up a menacing position behind Her, muscular arms folded.

“Hello, slug cum,” She laughed. “A far more appropriate name for you,” She laughed again.

She played with Her phone, and a sharp pain in my penis forced me to scream. Both the Goddess and Her guard laughed loudly. The sharp pain stopped immediately.

“Just a small scratch in your urethra. It will heal as quickly as it was made, but extremely painful, I am sure you will agree. The barbs will penetrate the flesh anytime the sound is fully withdrawn, and it’s timed to take a very slow and tortuous four minutes to completely clear the urethra. Another toy amongst many that are now invented regularly. you’ll understand why such inventions are now prioritised, in a few minutes.”

i then felt a warm sensation in my genitals and my nipples, which quickly grew into an intense level of arousal. Stronger than anything i had previously experienced. I had clearly been fitted with electro-arousal implants.

“They say that the body gets used to levels of pain and other sensations, but the arousal I am now sending through your nipples and cock is constantly changing in pitch, to make sure you never become too comfortable with it and never experience relief. I understand your adoration of Me will now be at an extremely high level. Perfect for this occasion.”

She was so right. The level of submissive arousal and adoration of Her was at a level never previously experienced, and i betrayed it through the short sharp breaths that my body seemed to think would help me cope.

“A lot has happened since we last saw each other. It’s been just over three months, I think,” She calmly continued.

“It was about that time that I was approached by a very, very wealthy submissive male. His previous name is irrelevant. He is now slave billie, and he will spend the rest of his existence as a spittoon in a room at this place.

“He was rightly concerned that the world was heading towards Armageddon. Economies were failing because of wars, and people were voting for populist nationalistic parties and thereby increasing the chance of more war and economic meltdown. In his mind, a world ruled by beautiful, Dominant, sadistic Goddesses was the only means of preventing the end of civilisation as we know it.

“He owned a laboratory that discovered a drug which turns most men into deeply submissive and compliant males.

“Of course, most of the workers at this laboratory did not know the full purpose of this new invention, and would have stopped it if they realised. However, knowing this, he ensured that all the workers were male. Some of My Lady friends and I organised a party for the staff, at which they would be drugged before being injected with a new serum.

“It worked perfectly. Within 48 hours of the party, every man at that laboratory was kneeling before Me, naked, cocks caged, in absolute reverence and adoration. The development and successful application of the serum was their priority.

“The serum reduces serotonin and testosterone while at the same time increasing cortisol in the body. It also adjusts brain receptors to complete the process of turning ordinary males into sexually induced, absolutely loyal slaves.

“With the laboratory completely under My control, production moved forward, and the armed forces were conned into having all serving males take the injection as a flu booster. It is laughable that just about every male soldier from the top rank to the lowest was sexually infatuated with Me and desperate to serve Me, but none of the soldiers confessed this to any other. Such is the stigma of being submissive,” She laughed.

“There are six Goddesses throughout the world, all with Dominant Lady friends, who will soon rule the planet. Other women will be allowed to continue their relationships with their husbands or partners, but must vow to work in Our interests, and to live in a female led relationship with those male partners. It will come as no surprise that a huge proportion of these women thank Us for the power We have given them, and are devoted to Our cause. Those women who do not share their view have nowhere to turn. One word of dissent, and they will be betrayed by either their male partner or a female friend.

“The planet will be saved from otherwise inevitable Armageddon. Hence the term Matriarchy of Salvation.

“I am a billionaire, slug cum. I have no further use for you. Now you will be punished for the crimes you committed on August 3rd 2015.

“Oh, and another thing.

“slave minky is no longer. She is now Lady Mink, as a reward for Her loyalty and Her assistance. She and Titanium – the Woman who brought you here – know of your crime, and They seethe with hatred for you. I have promised that They can take you to one of the punishment chambers deep below the palace for the next few days. Who knows how long, exactly, they’ll take. I’m sure They won’t rush.
Apart from ending your miserable life entirely, I have told Them that They can do as They wish.

“Say goodbye to your teeth now,” She laughed.

“Meanwhile, I shall decide what fate awaits you for the rest of your days.”

She stood, and with Her graceful, calm demeanour, left.

The Woman i now knew to be Titanium took hold of the wheeled frame i was attached to, and pushed me towards the door. A stunningly beautiful Woman in a black leather catsuit, matching thigh boots and gloves stood in the doorway awaiting us. Initially i didn’t recognise Her… could it be? Yes, it was slave minky. Then i remembered. She wasn’t slave minky any longer. It was time to be properly introduced to Lady Mink.

by slave penny

This post is the seventh instalment of weekly diary entries by slave penny. Despite being described and presented as diary entries, the activities and happenings recounted in them 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 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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