DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

From: Shoekisser

First chapter is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/11/anniversary_surprise.shtml

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Seven

For the remainder of the two weeks, my days followed the same
basic pattern, mornings working out and afternoons in training.
In addition to the kitchen, bar, and dining room, training
included the washing, ironing, and maintenance of women's
clothing, and general house maid duties.. Evenings were spent
serving in the dining room or bar.

At all times I was under the direct supervision of a woman. My
sexual frustration grew during my stay, but since the only time
I was alone was at night, when I was rendered helpless by the
arm binder fastened to the foot of the bed, and couldn't reach
my crotch, there was no relief.

One evening near the end of my stay (I figured out later it must
have been Thursday night), My wife pulled a different maid's
dress out of my suitcase. It had a much shorter skirt that
barely covered my crotch. She put it on me, and then observed
that there wasn't room for the petticoats. She then handed me my
daily dose of pills and a glass of water. After I had swallowed
them, she started caressing my crotch. After 10 plus days in
this place with no release, I got instantly hard. As usually
happened, just about the time I was starting to really get into
it, she zapped me.

She then turned away, and proceeded to get dressed for dinner.
Thus, she didn't notice an unusual event occurring, my erection
did not disappear. I wasn't about to risk getting another jolt,
so I kept my back to her so she couldn't see. We rode the
elevator down, and I remained undiscovered until the door opened
and there stood the Head Trainer. She, of course noticed my
erection pushing my short skirt out.

"What is that obscene display?", and hit the button on her
remote. The initial shock had no effect on my erection, so she
moved to the knee dropping setting. The pain was intense, but it
had no effect. She was considering something more drastic when
the Head Mistress walked up behind her, noticed what was
happening, and said, "Let me handle this, dear."

Then, to me, "Raise your skirt."

When I did, she hit my erection with the back of her hand, then
slapped it with the palm. No effect.

"I was afraid this would happen. I warned our pharmacist not to
store the Viagra next to the vitamins, but she insists on
alphabetizing everything. Oh well, it will go down in a hour or
two."

I was the center of attention while I served drinks to the
ladies. All of them had to try to cure my problem, without
generating an orgasm, that would have provided me with forbidden
pleasure. One woman made me kneel and pull my skirt up. Her
black patent leather shoe held my cock down while the spike heel
of her other shoe dug into the head. Then she moved it to just
below the head, and applied all her weight.. All of this proved
to be very painful, but did nothing to relieve the erection.
Another made me lie on my back while she dug her heels into my
balls. Equally painful, but with the same result. These
fruitless attempts, along with raunchy comments were continued
for the duration of the cocktail hour.

Finally, the swelling went down, and I was no longer the center
of attention. That evening had to be the most humiliating
experience of my stay there. Eventually, the evening ended and I
was put to bed.

The next night, I was once again dressed in the super-short
maids outfit. This time I carefully looked at the handful of
pills my wife gave me to make sure there weren't any little blue
pills included. I was assigned to serving dinner, and received
many comments about the events of the previous evening. After
dinner, when the table had been cleared and the rest of the
maids were removed from the dining room, the Head Mistress, who
sat at the head of the table, called me to stand at the foot of
the table.

"I want you to step up onto the chair in front of you and then
onto the table."

Puzzled, I did as I was told, As I looked down the table at the
Head Mistress I was aware that, with the short skirt I was
wearing, I was completely exposed to the women sitting around
the table below me,.

"You went through a troubling experience last night. Didn't
you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm sorry about the mix-up in the pills. but since you handled
last night so well, I think you deserve to be rewarded. Would
you like that?"

I had no idea what the reward might be, but I dutifully replied,
"Yes, Mistress."

"Traditionally, at this academy males must show that they have
progressed far enough in their training that they deserve to
wear panties. I think you have earned the right to wear panties.
Does that appeal to you?"

I was torn. Being a red-blooded male, I never had any desire to
wear panties, or any other feminine garment, for that matter.
However, considering the completely feminine outfit I was
currently wearing, the addition of panties couldn't make it any
worse. Plus, anything that covered my privates, would be an
improvement, particularly after last night.

"We're waiting", rather impatiently from the Head Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress, I would like to wear panties."

There, I had said it. Never, in my wildest imagination, did I
think I would ever say those words, but I just had.

"I think you should ask nicely to be permitted to wear panties.
In fact, I think you should beg for the privilege. Walk to this
end of the table and kneel."

As I carefully walked the length of the table in 4" heels, and
knelt, she leaned back in her chair and propped her beautiful
shiny boots up on the table.

"Beg, and to show you mean it, kiss my boots while you are doing
it."

I lowered my head to kiss her bitchin, black, ball-bustin, boots
and said, "Please, Mistress, allow me the privilege of wearing
panties."

In this position, my bare cock and balls were exposed to the
ladies at the table. Someone behind me starting caressing them,
exciting me. "She certainly needs something to cover that
obscene, unladylike erection. I recommend you grant her wish."

"OK, they will complete your outfit, and I'm sure will also help
you to feel more feminine. However, there is a condition."

Why didn't that surprise me?

"If I agree to let you wear panties now, you must agree to wear
them any time your wife asks you to. Do you agree to that?"

Again I was torn. This 2 weeks had been hell, but, at least the
end was in sight, and with it, all wearing of feminine clothes.
But I was tired of being exposed, and occasionally wearing
panties at my wife's request wouldn't be a big hardship. No one
else would know, and I'm sure she would be reasonable about it,
wouldn't she?

"OK"

"OK?"

I got zapped.

"Yes, Mistress, I agree to wear panties any time my wife asks me
to."

"For as long as she asks you to?"

"Yes, Mistress. I swear to wear panties any time my wife asks me
to, for as long as she wishes."

"Great. Stand up, turn around, and walk back to the other end."

I did so, aware that once again, I had an erection protruding
from under my short skirt. After I got to the end of the table,
someone zapped me, and the erection disappeared.

"Pick up your right foot."

The two ladies sitting nearest me each offered a hand for
balance. I picked up my foot. My wife got up, walked to the end
of the table, and held a pair of sexy black lace panties for me
to step into. After the panties were on my right leg, I picked
up my left foot, without being told. The panties were pulled up
my legs by my wife.

"Turn around."

"There, you are now officially pantied. It's a definite
improvement."

There was a round of applause from the women at the table.

I was led upstairs, undressed, and put to bed wearing panties
for the first time, in addition to the nighty, waist cincher,
and arm binder.

My wife kissed me, and said, "I have another surprise for you.
Tomorrow is going to be a special day. We are going to renew our
wedding vows. Won't that be nice?"

Considering her last "Surprise" I'm not sure I wanted another,
but renewing vows sounded innocuous, so I said, "Yes, Mistress."

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Date: 26 Jan 2009 17:57:09 -0000
From: Bill

Hello beautiful Dommes;

I consider myself a submissive male. Professional, well
educated, 47yo WM. Good looking, in good shape. Would love to
meet a domme in the metro Washington DC area. Your pleasure is
my goal. Need training.

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Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 07:22:25 -0800 (PST)
From: "sub\(one\)ime uk"

Serendipity
by sub1ime_uk@yahoo.com

Chapter 1 - Background

He had never been alone, but had always been lonely. He knew
that made no sense but that was how he felt about his life. He
had friends, acquaintances, even lovers once in a while. But
somehow he always felt he was alone, trapped inside his head
with his fantasies.

The fantasies could be seen as the cause of his ennui. They
weren't exactly mainstream. He had no desire to bed the latest
fashion model to grace the cover pages of Heat or Vogue,
although he found them attractive there was always an "If only
she were..." in his mind. He could understand on a purely
theoretical level how it would be nice to seduce and lure such
delectable creatures into his bed. But it just wasn't what he
wished for.

He wanted to be the one who was hunted. He wanted to be the
prey, the one who was caught and consumed. His fantasies usually
included his being forcibly restrained and made to obey by a
dominant woman or, less often, a man. Her beauty to him would
come from her dominance rather than necessarily having anything
to do with appearances. Although he admitted to himself it
wouldn't hurt if she were beautiful on the outside too.

For a number of years he had looked for her in magazines. In
those nasty little classified ads at the back of the less
reputable publications. He eventually admitted to himself that
they were not adverts from women looking for men like him. They
were ads from people looking for sheep to fleece, wallets to
empty. He found that completely abhorrent. He needed to feel his
submission would actually mean something to the person
dominating him. Not just as a source of cash to them.

His desire stayed constant, but his heart sank a little lower.
Then he discovered the internet, chatrooms, newsgroups, forums,
etc. Surely here there would be like-minded (or complementary-
minded) people?

For a while, in the early days, he thought he had discovered
nirvana. He contacted, even met, a few people who wanted what he
wanted or at least a close facsimile. At last he had a chance to
fulfil those interior longings. For a while he did. Except he
came to understand that those other people also had their own
agendas, their own desires, and their own needs and wants. Once
the common ground had been explored they had a need to move
onwards to their own more private desires. Being dominant they
tried to push him a little in that direction too, and, being
submissive, he tried to please them. Inevitably though he was
unable to follow them on their journey and they would leave to
take their own path. Leaving him behind; sometimes broken-
hearted, always sad.

The scene had played, as if in a loop, a number of times over
the years. He had gotten older, flabbier, tired. It showed. He
continued to search, but his heart wasn't truly in it anymore.
Added to that, the internet had been discovered by the money
grabbers who had moved in wholesale and pushed out the true
enthusiasts completely. He hadn't given up completely, but he
was close...

Chapter 2 - A New Beginning

Every weekday morning he would log onto his PC and check his
emails. He had two accounts, one for work and one for his more
discreet activities. The latter had been gathering dust for
quite some time. Its main use lately being to keep in touch with
former partners who he had remained friends with over the years.
They weren't interested in having him serve them anymore but
they at least understood what he was talking to them about and
gave him some small sense of community and support.

Today, as on almost all days there was nothing but a few spam
emails waiting for him. Not even a short email from one of his
friends. He sighed and pushed the window to the background while
he checked what work he had to do that day. A few minutes later
there was a soft "beep" and the window popped to the front
showing a new message had arrived.

Expecting another spam he idly clicked on the message's title:
"Something you may find interesting". Inside he found an
invitation to look at a profile on one of the many contact sites
he had posted his profile to over the years. The link pointed to
a profile for "Ms Pleiades". He felt a short pang of excitement
stab through him but clamped down on it hard, telling himself it
was most probably just another scam. However, the thing that
gave him most hope was that the email hadn't come from the
site's automailer but had been sent direct from a private email
address. So, once he'd taken a look at the email, he could reply
without having to pay for access on the contact site. That was a
first.

So he clicked on the link and was taken to a brief profile page.
It included a picture which wasn't very revealing of anything
much. A nice pair of legs and the hint of a hem of a skirt.
Nothing more. The profile said she was 38 years old, blonde, of
average build and with blue eyes. She was married with no
children. The text of her profile listed a number of interests
most of which matched exactly with his. A couple which he'd
wondered about but never had the opportunity, or nerve, to try.
It was all written in proper grammatical English, which he very
much liked, and sounded very sincere. It said she wanted a part-
time, local, slave she could use sexually and then dismiss until
next time. No emotional attachments, no love, no mercy.

He spent a long time looking for the "catch", he also at that
time noticed that she, if the web site could be believed, lived
less than 10 miles from him. He also noted that she preferred
married slaves because they understood better the need for
discretion... This was unusual. He'd usually been told that his
married status put Dommes off him. Here was one who said she
preferred it! He decided to be careful and not run headlong too
quickly, or to become over-keen. He'd made that mistake before.
He put the email aside telling himself that he would decide
whether to reply after lunch.

Lunch came and went. He hardly noticed it. His mind was on one
thing only. He knew he would reply. But what should he say?

In the end he composed a medium length, polite, possibly
slightly boring, email. He gave some details of his experience,
of what he hoped he could do for her, and what his fantasies
left him hoping for. He was worried about that last part. Some
Dommes were of the opinion that a slave was there just to serve
them and if one had needs of his own they should be completely
fulfilled by that service. He'd tried to be like that. It hadn't
worked, he'd simply become depressed. So, he thought, honesty
first, and only then can desire become a factor.

He pressed "send" and logged off. It was time to go home.

Chapter 3 - The Reply

The reply was waiting for him the next morning. It was very
direct with hardly anything in the way of chat or personal
information:

From: Ms Pleiades
To: sub1ime

Subject: Slave

Hello slave, thank you for replying to me. I can see you put a
lot of effort in your reply. That is good, but actually not
relevant. It has had its desired result which is proving your
suitability to progress to a face-to-face interview. Nothing
more.

Follow these instructions exactly:

Be at the bus-stop at the bottom of Turpin Road
at exactly 7pm tonight.
Be dressed in trousers, shoes, socks, a shirt
and a coat. No underwear, or luggage.
A car will pull up beside you. My husband will
be driving it. Get in the back and put on the
blindfold.
Do not speak to my husband.
Wait for instructions.

If you cannot follow these instructions exactly then reply to
this email saying so and you will never hear from me again. If
you do not reply and then do not do as instructed I will post my
opinion of your reliability onto the web forums.

Ms Pleiades

He re-read her email a number of times that day, trying to
decide if he should go to meet her. She was moving things along
quite rapidly, and her involvement of her husband in the process
made him a tad nervous. She obviously didn't need as much
discretion as he did.

Five o'clock came around and he still hadn't emailed back to
cancel. He realised then that he was going to do as she had
ordered. He was intrigued by her decisiveness. He had a feeling
she was not run-of-the-mill and would not be another prodomme
out for money. He, understandably, hoped his first impressions
turned out right.

Chapter 4 - The Interview

So there he was. At 7pm, feeling slightly foolish and
underdressed, standing at the bus-stop on Turpin Road. He'd
arrived at a quarter to the hour and already seen two buses full
of commuters go by. He wondered what kind of car it would be,
what her husband would be like?

Just then a big old Rover pulled up beside him and tooted its
horn. It made him jump and he scurried onto the back-seat before
thinking to take a look at the driver. The driver sat there with
his head down slightly waiting. What was he waiting for? Oh yes.
The blindfold. He picked it up and looked at it. It was leather
and had a locking catch at the back. The straps were
elasticated. Placing the front pads over his eyes he pulled the
straps back and heard the catch click shut. It was tight but not
so tight he couldn't have pulled it off with a little effort he
felt. The car pulled out into the traffic and zoomed off. Not a
word was spoken.

He, obviously, tried to keep track of where he was being taken
but the route seemed quite tortuous. At one point he was almost
sure the car had gone twice around a roundabout. eventually the
car pulled off a main road and onto a gravel one. Quite a long
gravel track. Then it stopped. There was a long silence
punctuated by the ticking of the car's engine as it cooled and
the driver's breathing. They waited. Eventually he heard
footsteps across the gravel beside the car followed by two sharp
knocks on the roof. The driver quickly exited the car and was
asked some questions at a low enough tone that the words were
indistinct.

Suddenly the door beside him was opened and his upper arm
grabbed and pulled. He was guided out of the car and ushered
across the gravel and into a hallway. The door was slammed
behind him.

He heard heels clicking across the tiled floor and someone
seating themself in a soft chair. Other footsteps signalled the
departure of the driver. There followed a minute or two of
silence. He waited, rather nervously.

"Welcome to my home", came a soft yet firm sounding voice. "I am
Ms Pleiades. If you are to be accepted into my service you will
always refer to me as Madame."

She paused for a moment and he realised he could hear the sound
of a wine glass being replaced on a table.

"I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer
truthfully and completely. Refusal to answer any question will
result in instant dismissal. As will being caught in a lie. Is
that understood?"

He coughed to clear his throat, then stuttered. "Y.yes Madame".

"Good. Answer each question quickly. Your first answer is the
only one I shall accept."

"1. Do you prefer bondage or corner-time?"

"Bondage Madame"

"2. Are your heterosexual, bisexual, or gay?"

"Bisexual Madame"

"3. Does you wife condone your activities?"

"No Madame"

"4. Do you have sex with your wife?"

"Rarely Madame"

"5. I shall provide a list of hard limits, you will be allowed
to request additional ones be added, but I shall be the one who
decides. Do you accept?"

"Y.yes Madame"

"6. Your service to me will involve all forms of sexual
activity, corporal punishment and bondage. Do you agree to
this?"

"Yes Madame"

"7. Once accepted into my service I will take steps to ensure
you cannot escape me unless I allow it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Madame"

"8. Are you sure you are still willing to serve me slave?"

he started to answer, then faltered... feeling as before that
things were moving very fast...

"Well? Yes or No?"

"Y.yes Madame"

"Good. I am going to accept you on a trial basis. Remove your
clothes slave."

"Pardon Madame?"

"You heard me. Take your clothes off, now."

"Yes Madame"

He first took off his coat, then he bent down and fumbled to
undo his shoelaces, after that he removed his shoes, socks,
trousers and shirt. Standing there completely naked and
blindfolded in front of a woman he had never even seen gave him
a frisson of excitement causing a stirring in his balls and
cock.

"Hmmm... not very big are you? Acceptable though. Stand up
straight, hands behind you. I want to inspect you."

He heard her stand and walk towards him. She stopped just in
front of him and a soft fingertip circled one of his nipples
which hardened. "Good ... sensitive". She walked around him a
couple of times, running her hands over his buttocks and finally
cupping his balls. His cock became very erect, and she grasped
it tightly.

"This is now mine. It only cums when I allow it, and how I allow
it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Madame"

"What do you think will happen if I find out you have disobeyed
me slave?"

"Um... You will punish me Madame?"

"Yes. But do you know how hard or in what way?"

"No Madame I don't"

"Your answer should have been: 'As hard as you wish and in any
way you decide Madame'. Repeat that slave."

"As hard as you wish and in any way you decide Madame"

"Very good. Now, when do you think I shall punish you slave?"

"When I've been bad Madame?"

"No, no, no slave. The correct answer is 'Whenever you please
Mistress'. Say it slave."

"Whenever you please Mistress"

"You don't sound convinced slave. I will demonstrate."

As she spoke he felt her walk behind him once more and something
cold and hard clicked shut around his wrists. Then he was guided
a few steps forward until his legs bumped into something.

"Bend over the chair in front of you slave and spread your legs
apart."

"Good boy. Now remember this is not a punishment for being bad
or disobedient. This is because I want to make a point."

With that he heard a sharp *swish* and a cane landed squarely
across his buttocks. He gasped and straightened up only to be
rebuked for moving and told to bend back down again.

Five more times the cane swished and by the end he was mewling
softly, but kept in position.

"Good. I think we understand each other now slave. You may
thank me."

"Th.thank Y.you M.madame", he sniffled.

"You may stand up now. Turn around."

He did as ordered and felt her softly massaging his cock back to
hardness. "You reacted very well. I am pleased. You have earned
a small reward."

He felt her reach up and unlock the blindfold, then remove it
and he was looking deeply into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"Eyes down slave!".

He looked down and saw her delicate hands with deep red nails
wrapped around his cock. She was slowly massaging it. His heart,
his cock, and his bum were all throbbing in synchrony.

"You're a good boy. Keep this up and I might even allow you to
cum one day soon.", she patted his cock and walked away leaving
him standing there.

He looked around dazed for a few seconds. Wondering what to do.
Then a man came in and unlocked the cuffs. "Get dressed, I will
drive you back to the bus stop. You are to be there again on
Friday at the same time. Same dress-code. If you can be away for
the weekend then email that information. Do not wank. She will
know if you have."

To be continued?

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Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:53:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Saber

Greetings and salutations good folk,

*sighs* I am so horrible at typing up one of these things, but
here goes a good try.

I am a lifestyle female dominant living in North Charleston,
South Carolina. I am soon to be 41 years of age, with brown hair
(slightly greying) and grey eyes (very intriguing), fair
complexion, and a BBW (280 pounds), who stands 5 feet 2 inches
tall (yes, I'm short in stature but not anything else).

My favorite activities are verbal and physical humiliation, CBT,
having my feet worshipped, sodomizing boys with a strap on, as
well as many other activities falling under the realm of kink.
My limits are simple - no blood, 4-legged animals (grin),
children, urine and feces. Don't even ask if I will consider any
of these activities as the answer will always be a resounding
*NO!*. Anything else, we can discuss and negotiate.

I'm seeking someone who is in a bit of the same predicament I am
in. I have a male room mate who does not know of my activities
with or desire to participate in BDSM activities. I have to keep
my personal interests *very* hush hush, due to my living
situation as well as my work situation. I would like to
eventually move into a full time, as possibly live in situation
in time, but in the meantime I'm looking for a little virtual
D/s-slash-BDSM. If this sounds as though it is something you are
looking for, feel free to email me privately or via list.

Sincerely,

Saber
aka Miss Stress
a3nsc@yahoo.com

email address info

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# Re: C: male slave
# C: Michelle's Words of Wisdom
# Re: C: Michelle's Words of Wisdom x 2
# Re: C: Second Life - FemDom/Bdsm ?
# Re: C: Trample Party Girl
# Re: S: A Pussyboy is made
# UK censorship and porn possession law comes into effect
# Re: X: Fictionmania
# S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Six

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Re: C: male slave
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 16:10:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Saber

male slave joan wrote:

>now it is a fact that Females are superior to males and they
>should rule the world. i do not understand why it is that
>males are not totally giving their all, the power, (physical,
>mental, and financial) to their Female owners.

I am certain that those who consider themselves to be owned, who
have this type of dynamic within their personal relationships,
and who have equally decided that they are to surrender all
control to their female counterparts, will and have. D/s, BDSM,
anything that falls under these umbrellas will naturally be
defined differently based on the individuals involved in the
relationship.

Remember, not all of us into BDSM, D/s, etc have the belief that
females are superior. I know that I personally do not hold this
belief/opinion. I could go on a little "rampage" about how
ludicrous I personally believe gender specific superiority is,
and will discuss this with you privately if you should chose to
have that discussion (you may email me privately if you wish at
a3nsc@yahoo.com

>Ms Christine please guide me so that i can be a good male
>slave to a female. please send me a reply.

And now that all that has been said, I have a few questions for
you. I noticed you signed your post as "male slave joan", from
which I gather you are either into feminization or cross
dressing, perhaps you are a Tranny, would you please clarify
this for me. Also, being made to "be inferior" to the female
gender, or having these thoughts that females are superior, why
do you take on a female name?

Sincerely,

Saber

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C: Michelle's Words of Wisdom
From: "Mr Grundy"
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:18:40 -0000

Dear Christine

I am returning to your emails and web site after about a year's
break and I was captivated by Michelle's account of Kath and
Sevrin (at the end of 2007).

Does her account appear on the website anywhere? The site has
grown so dramatically over the years I don't know where to start
looking (and I have tried). Any hints?

I was wondering if it would be difficult to incorporate a "Word
Search" function to the stories? - I often can remember some
keywords of a storyline but can never remember the author. What
does David think I wonder.

Well the new pornography regulation starts in the UK tomorrow
despite some peoples best efforts :-(

Hope you are both well and best wishes for 2009.

Kind regards

Mr Grundy

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Re: C: Michelle's Words of Wisdom
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 17:14:57 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello Mr Grundy,

You'll note that I removed your name from your post above today.
Fortunately I remembered the pseudonym you requested that we use
on your previous posts, but it's best to remind us of such
things in future to avoid accidental posting of your real name.

Mr Grundy wrote:

>I was captivated by Michelle's account of Kath and Sevrin (at
>the end of 2007).

I've posted your message without altering the incorrect spelling
of "Michele", (you had two "L"s) "Kate" (not ending in h) and
"Severin" (missing an e) as it allows me to demonstrate why,
perhaps, you've had difficulty locating the articles you are
looking for.

>Does her account appear on the website anywhere?

Yes, those accounts appear in lots of locations on the both the
blog and on the membership web site.

>I don't know where to start looking (and I have tried). Any
>hints?

I sure do, lots, first you simply go to the front page of the
blog at:-

http://u4ds.com/

and there on the top of the right hand panel you will see that
you have access to two separate search facilities. The public
one just requires you enter your search phrase in the box, and
that will bring up tips and/or results. The other one, the
member search facility, requires a DOMestic password which I
think you may already have.

Searching for "Michelle Kath Sevrin" in the public search
utility would not have brought you good results, quite simply
because all three keywords are misspelt, and there was no
article, until today, with all three of those words present.

However, the membership search facility is much more powerful,
and when it can't find a precise result it tries to guess what
you might have meant, and as such it brings up 16 results for
"Michelle Kath Sevrin", all of them being the ones which you
were looking for.

If you don't like using search utilities, you will also notice
that the blog has a right hand panel index which cross indexes
all of the posts by categories. You could find much of what
"Michele", "Kate" and/or "Severin" wrote under various of the
relevant headings.

A search for "Michele Kate Severin" using the public search
utility at

http://u4ds.com/

would also have brought you a page full of relevant results, and
probably one or two out of the three words, if correctly
spelled, would have worked well. But all three words mis-spelt
requires the more powerful engine on the membership site which
consumes a lot more server resources.

Lastly, below the category lists on the right hand side of the
blog there are date indexes which allow you to look at each
month of the last 13 years individually.

>I was wondering if it would be difficult to incorporate a
>"Word Search" function to the stories?

We already have that. See my comments above. But also, when you
log in to the member's site, the front or main page has a
prominent link to "Search the DOMestic web site" and there is a
link on the search page for "Tips and Expert Options".

>I often can remember some keywords of a storyline but can
>never remember the author. What does David think I wonder.

David has already provided some search tips at

http://u4ds.com/admin/search_tips/

so just let me know if you can't find what you are looking for
using the member's search facility, or the public one at

http://u4ds.com/

and I'll have David write some new search tips just for you.

>Well the new pornography regulation starts in the UK tomorrow
>despite some peoples best efforts :-(

Thanks for reminding me. We've today created a post with various
links on that at:-

http://u4ds.com/2009/01/uk_censorship_and_porn_possess.shtml

>Hope you are both well and best wishes for 2009.

Thanks very much for your kind wishes and your continued
support, and welcome back :-)

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

Renew or get your DOMestic password at
http://www.mschristine.com/domsub4.shtml

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Re: C: Michelle's Words of Wisdom
From: "Mr Grundy"
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 17:58:28 -0000

Dear Christine

My sincere thanks (and fancy you remembering that I was Mr.
Grundy!)

I'm embarrassed that I did not try harder - incorrect spelling -
not knowing that there was a search engine. I'm useless at this
sort of thing.

Kind regards and bye for now.
Mr. Grundy

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Re: C: Second Life - FemDom/Bdsm ?
Date: 15 Jan 2009 12:12:20 -0000
From: Electric

scur wrote:

>I was frequently on 2nd Life until a few months ago. I met
>some quality people there. I very rarely go on anymore but I
>can recommend a community there if it hasn't degenerated since
>I last was on. It is called HoX or House of X and the people
>there are very friendly in general.

Sometimes it is just magic :) I've stumbled by chance over this
thread. MsX the founder of the above mentioned "House of X"
arranges a Domme/sub Dating Show like the ones in the seventies
TV shows. This event is specially for the Femdom-Day in Second
Life on 18th January. On this day every major femdom community
gather on one SIM.

Would be cute to see you there. :)
Electric

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Re: C: Trample Party Girl
Date: 19 Jan 2009 08:23:58 -0000
From: heart

Daria wrote:

>I'm a young attractive girl looking to go to a trample party
>where men would worship my boots between Dec 27 - Jan 6

I am a guy with the same desires.. Taking my place under ladies
feet.. Any ladies would you like to help me in NYC?

I'm 28 and fit.

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Re: S: A Pussyboy is made
Date: 18 Jan 2009 14:53:59 -0000
From: Stephanie

Where can I meet a mistress like yours? Is there another out
there? I want to be owned and taught to be a girl. I will give
up everything! I am committed!

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UK censorship and porn possession law comes into effect
From: "Christine and David" at u4ds.com
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:27:48 -0000

Hello,

As of tomorrow, 26th January 2009, it will be illegal for anyone
in England, Wales and Northern Ireland to possess an "extreme"
pornographic image, even if the activity itself is legal.

This law is about possession, not just publication, so it
affects every individual in England, Wales and Northern Ireland
as of midnight tonight. It will of course cover images you have
on your computer, so you may want to read some of the
definitions and links herein.

Scotland's laws are soon to follow suit (early 2009) and are
possibly going to be more draconian. The UK already has some of
the most draconian obscene publications laws in Europe. Northern
Ireland already has laws which make the publication of obscene
articles an offence with a maximum penalty of life imprisonment.

The new offence in England, Wales and Northern Ireland requires
the pornographic image in the individual's possession to be
"extreme". For an image to be pornographic, it has to be deemed
to be obscene. But of course a precise definition of what is
either obscene or extreme is highly subjective.

You will find such concerns were raised by the Joint Committee
On Human Rights at:-

http://www.publications.parliament.uk/pa/jt200708/jtselect/jtrights/37/3704.htm#a11

where is says that an assessment of whether an image is or is
not "extreme" is inherently subjective and may not, in every
case, be, as the UK Government suggests, "recognisable" or
"easily recognisable".

The full text of the relevant part of the new Criminal Justice
and Immigration Act 2008 is available on the Office of Public
Sector Information (OPSI) web site at:-

http://www.opsi.gov.uk/acts/acts2008/ukpga_20080004_en_9#pt5-pb1

And we both have to admit to finding it just as badly written
and confusing as is suggested by the concerns raised by the
Joint Committee On Human Rights.

However, the Ministry of Justice pdf file offered by the
Backlash site here:-

http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk/2hmgadvice.html

allows the download of some explanatory information intended to
address the FAQs of the public. This document appears to have
been issued by the Ministry of Justice NIO (Northern Ireland
Office). The government advice suggests that to get tripped up
by this new law you need to have triggered ALL of 3 separate
provisions.

The first two, obscenity and extreme nature are confusing. But
you may find yourself saved by the third area, which is perhaps
a little less confusing in that it defines the acts which are
covered. The acts covered are not all relevant to most
practitioners of BDSM. However, those acts which may affect BDSM
images are:-

a. An act which threatens a person's life

or

b. An act which results in or is likely to result in serious
injury to a person's anus, breast, or genitals

The trouble is that although we in the BDSM community would not
condone anything which is not safe, consensual and sane, it is
also somewhat subjective as to whether an act which we would
regard as "safe" would be deemed by others to actually threaten
a person's life, or would be deemed to be likely to result in
serious injury.

Just crossing the road is life threatening, and punishments such
as a caning or whipping might be seen by some as "likely to
result in serious injury" so once again we find the whole issue
to be highly subjective.

Lastly, the images have to appear to be real, in that cartoons
and drawings that don't appear to be real are not intended to
fall within the scope of this new law.

We don't believe that anything we have ever published should or
would therefore fall within the scope of this new law, but
because of the subjective nature of definition we would not like
to find ourselves having to defend ourselves in the UK should
the situation ever arise.

All the above is our opinion, and your mileage may vary.
Backlash's legal section can be found here:-

http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk/law/

and this offers immediate help and advice for anyone in need of
legal assistance.

We found all these links via the Backlash site

http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk

The Backlash site is well worth a visit as it "monitors
implementation of the law, provides sources of advice for many
otherwise law abiding citizens inadvertently caught up in this,
and explains how the law came about."

sincerely,
Christine and David at Ms-Christine.com

The DOMestic discussion list. Now in our thirteenth year. The
password site now has over 6,700 files with well over 400
stories, plus pictures, and hundreds of articles. $26.99 for a
one year password. $16.99 for six months at

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Re: X: Fictionmania
Date: 20 Jan 2009 01:26:37 -0000
From: Terry

Jay wrote:

>Does anyone reading know the status of Fictionmania?

I have contacted Glamour Boutique one of the sponsors of
fictionmania.com. I was told that they hope to have the site up
and running again by the end of January 2009.

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S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Six
From: Shoekisser
Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 09:24:47 +0000

First chapter is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/11/anniversary_surprise.shtml

Anniversary Surprise
Chapter Six

She awoke me early next morning, with a "Good morning. How did
you sleep?"

I started to complain, but knew it would only get me zapped, so
I shut my mouth. She removed the arm binder, and I was directed
to don a pink padded bra, pink feminine tee shirt, a short pink
pleated skirt, like a cheerleader skirt, pink anklets and pink
running shoes.

"We are going down to the gym to get rid of some of that fat."

When we stepped off the elevator in the basement, we were met by
a tall woman with a great body wearing a white top that exposed
her bare midriff, black capris, and black ballet flats. She
looked at me with disgust, and said, "I see we have our work cut
out for us. Get on the treadmill, and we'll get started."

I run on a regular basis, so I figured this would be easy.
Wrong! The first 10 minutes or so weren't too bad. Then she
increased the slope on the treadmill and, at the same time,
increased the speed. I lagged somewhat and got jolted. I soon
learned that would happen every time I got a little out of
position on the treadmill. Damn, she isn't zapping me manually,
this thing has got sensors that detect when I fall behind
slightly, and automatically give me a jolt. I tried moving
forward or off to one side with the same result. This machine
wasn't cutting me any slack.

After an hour of running, I was given a drink, allowed to sit
down for a few minutes, then directed to remove my shoes and
anklets. Then we started Pilates. After a warm up, we started
what she called bridging, Starting on my back I had to raise my
midsection while supporting myself on my feet and shoulders. Of
course, my skirt fell towards my head, exposing my crotch. She
caressed my balls, which produced an erection.

"My goodness, you are horny. Are you finding all this to be
sexually frustrating?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's good. That's part of the training" and she zapped me,
which removed the erection.

We continued Pilates for an exhausting hour. Every time she
wasn't satisfied I got a jolt. When we finally quit, and I got
another short break and a drink, my abdomen definitely felt it.
While resting, I couldn't help looking at her body with a
completely flat midriff. She noticed I was looking at her, and
said, "You've noticed my flat stomach. When I'm through with
you, you'll have one too, and be able to wear bare midriff
fashions. Would you like that?"

I responded with the only allowable answer, "Yes, Mistress."

Her prediction turned out to be accurate. After two weeks, the
workouts, coupled with a greatly decreased food intake, and
helped by the waist cincher, resulted in a more attractive
stomach. Not six pack abs, but a flatter, more feminine waist.

I was handed a pair of pink ballet flats and told to put them
on. They fit perfectly. Just another example of how well
organized this operation was. As much as I hated being here, I
was impressed with their planning and logistics. Everything ran
like clockwork.

I practiced ballet for another hour. She started with the basic
positions. There were frequent electronic corrections, when she
wasn't satisfied. My toes had to be turned out the proper
amount, which, to me, was a completely unnatural position.
However, she kept insisting, until I finally got it right. We
moved to the barre for more exercises. Eventually she took me
back to my room, and left me with. "You may thank me by kissing
my shoes."

I knelt and kissed her black ballet flats. I don't know much
about ballet, but I understand that, traditionally, men wore
black ballet shoes and clothing, while women wore pink or white.
This was definitely a role reversal, with me clad in pink, and
her in black.

My wife opened the door while I was kissing the trainer's shoes.
"Well, I see your training is progressing." Then to the trainer,
"Thank you."

"My pleasure. We're making progress, but she still has a long
way to go. See you tomorrow, sweety."

I was allowed to relax for a few minutes, then given a salad to
eat. Luncheon salads, a glass of juice for breakfast, and a
supply of vitamins, dietary supplements, and appetite depression
pills prior to evening serving duties, were the extent of my
food.

After that all too skimpy lunch, my wife had me strip, and led
me into the bathroom for a shower and full body shave from the
neck down, which she closely supervised.

Back in the bedroom, I was strapped into a waist-cincher, which
was tightened too tight. I put on the black bra, hose, and the
maid's dress with petticoats. A new pair of black patent heels,
3 inches high, came out of my suitcase and onto my feet.

During the course of my stay, the height of the heels gradually
increased from the original 2 inches through 3" to 4" and I even
had one session serving drinks to the ladies wearing 5 inch
heels. I eventually got to the point where I could handle most
heel heights, but the 5 inch heels were difficult to move and
maintain my balance in.

My wife redid my makeup and took me downstairs to the dining
room where she turned me over to the head trainer. She
instructed me in the proper way to set the table, serve food,
take away dishes, serve drinks, and everything else a waitress
needed to know. I was also taught the proper position to take
when not busy, standing with hands folded, and eyes downcast,
not looking directly at the women being served, but still able
to see if one of them signalled that she needed something. I was
made to practice all of this repeatedly with, of course,
frequent jolts for mistakes.

Eventually, my wife returned, and led me back to the room.

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From: "Mr Grundy"
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 13:50:36 -0000

Dear Christine

I am returning to your emails and web site after about a year's
break and I was captivated by Michelle's account of Kath and
Sevrin (at the end of 2007).

Does her account appear on the website anywhere? The site has
grown so dramatically over the years I don't know where to start
looking (and I have tried). Any hints?

I was wondering if it would be difficult to incorporate a "Word
Search" function to the stories? - I often can remember some
keywords of a storyline but can never remember the author. What
does David think I wonder.

Well the new pornography regulation starts in the UK tomorrow
despite some peoples best efforts :-(

Hope you are both well and best wishes for 2009.

Kind regards

Mr Grundy

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From: "Christine and David" at u4ds.com
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:27:48 -0000

Hello,

As of tomorrow, 26th January 2009, it will be illegal for anyone
in England, Wales and Northern Ireland to possess an "extreme"
pornographic image, even if the activity itself is legal.

This law is about possession, not just publication, so it
affects every individual in England, Wales and Northern Ireland
as of midnight tonight. It will of course cover images you have
on your computer, so you may want to read some of the
definitions and links herein.

Scotland's laws are soon to follow suit (early 2009) and are
possibly going to be more draconian. The UK already has some of
the most draconian obscene publications laws in Europe. Northern
Ireland already has laws which make the publication of obscene
articles an offence with a maximum penalty of life imprisonment.

The new offence in England, Wales and Northern Ireland requires
the pornographic image in the individual's possession to be
"extreme". For an image to be pornographic, it has to be deemed
to be obscene. But of course a precise definition of what is
either obscene or extreme is highly subjective.

You will find such concerns were raised by the Joint Committee
On Human Rights at:-

http://www.publications.parliament.uk/pa/jt200708/jtselect/jtrights/37/3704.htm#a11

where is says that an assessment of whether an image is or is
not "extreme" is inherently subjective and may not, in every
case, be, as the UK Government suggests, "recognisable" or
"easily recognisable".

The full text of the relevant part of the new Criminal Justice
and Immigration Act 2008 is available on the Office of Public
Sector Information (OPSI) web site at:-

http://www.opsi.gov.uk/acts/acts2008/ukpga_20080004_en_9#pt5-pb1

And we both have to admit to finding it just as badly written
and confusing as is suggested by the concerns raised by the
Joint Committee On Human Rights.

However, the Ministry of Justice pdf file offered by the
Backlash site here:-

http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk/2hmgadvice.html

allows the download of some explanatory information intended to
address the FAQs of the public. This document appears to have
been issued by the Ministry of Justice NIO (Northern Ireland
Office). The government advice suggests that to get tripped up
by this new law you need to have triggered ALL of 3 separate
provisions.

The first two, obscenity and extreme nature are confusing. But
you may find yourself saved by the third area, which is perhaps
a little less confusing in that it defines the acts which are
covered. The acts covered are not all relevant to most
practitioners of BDSM. However, those acts which may affect BDSM
images are:-

a. An act which threatens a person's life

or

b. An act which results in or is likely to result in serious
injury to a person's anus, breast, or genitals

The trouble is that although we in the BDSM community would not
condone anything which is not safe, consensual and sane, it is
also somewhat subjective as to whether an act which we would
regard as "safe" would be deemed by others to actually threaten
a person's life, or would be deemed to be likely to result in
serious injury.

Just crossing the road is life threatening, and punishments such
as a caning or whipping might be seen by some as "likely to
result in serious injury" so once again we find the whole issue
to be highly subjective.

Lastly, the images have to appear to be real, in that cartoons
and drawings that don't appear to be real are not intended to
fall within the scope of this new law.

We don't believe that anything we have ever published should or
would therefore fall within the scope of this new law, but
because of the subjective nature of definition we would not like
to find ourselves having to defend ourselves in the UK should
the situation ever arise.

All the above is our opinion, and your mileage may vary.
Backlash's legal section can be found here:-

http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk/law/

and this offers immediate help and advice for anyone in need of
legal assistance.

We found all these links via the Backlash site

http://www.backlash-uk.org.uk

The Backlash site is well worth a visit as it "monitors
implementation of the law, provides sources of advice for many
otherwise law abiding citizens inadvertently caught up in this,
and explains how the law came about."

sincerely,
Christine and David at Ms-Christine.com

The DOMestic discussion list. Now in our thirteenth year. The
password site now has over 6,700 files with well over 400
stories, plus pictures, and hundreds of articles. $26.99 for a
one year password. $16.99 for six months at

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From: Shoekisser

First chapter is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/11/anniversary_surprise.shtml

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Six

She awoke me early next morning, with a "Good morning. How did
you sleep?"

I started to complain, but knew it would only get me zapped, so
I shut my mouth. She removed the arm binder, and I was directed
to don a pink padded bra, pink feminine tee shirt, a short pink
pleated skirt, like a cheerleader skirt, pink anklets and pink
running shoes.

"We are going down to the gym to get rid of some of that fat."

When we stepped off the elevator in the basement, we were met by
a tall woman with a great body wearing a white top that exposed
her bare midriff, black capris, and black ballet flats. She
looked at me with disgust, and said, "I see we have our work cut
out for us. Get on the treadmill, and we'll get started."

I run on a regular basis, so I figured this would be easy.
Wrong! The first 10 minutes or so weren't too bad. Then she
increased the slope on the treadmill and, at the same time,
increased the speed. I lagged somewhat and got jolted. I soon
learned that would happen every time I got a little out of
position on the treadmill. Damn, she isn't zapping me manually,
this thing has got sensors that detect when I fall behind
slightly, and automatically give me a jolt. I tried moving
forward or off to one side with the same result. This machine
wasn't cutting me any slack.

After an hour of running, I was given a drink, allowed to sit
down for a few minutes, then directed to remove my shoes and
anklets. Then we started Pilates. After a warm up, we started
what she called bridging, Starting on my back I had to raise my
midsection while supporting myself on my feet and shoulders. Of
course, my skirt fell towards my head, exposing my crotch. She
caressed my balls, which produced an erection.

"My goodness, you are horny. Are you finding all this to be
sexually frustrating?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's good. That's part of the training" and she zapped me,
which removed the erection.

We continued Pilates for an exhausting hour. Every time she
wasn't satisfied I got a jolt. When we finally quit, and I got
another short break and a drink, my abdomen definitely felt it.
While resting, I couldn't help looking at her body with a
completely flat midriff. She noticed I was looking at her, and
said, "You've noticed my flat stomach. When I'm through with
you, you'll have one too, and be able to wear bare midriff
fashions. Would you like that?"

I responded with the only allowable answer, "Yes, Mistress."

Her prediction turned out to be accurate. After two weeks, the
workouts, coupled with a greatly decreased food intake, and
helped by the waist cincher, resulted in a more attractive
stomach. Not six pack abs, but a flatter, more feminine waist.

I was handed a pair of pink ballet flats and told to put them
on. They fit perfectly. Just another example of how well
organized this operation was. As much as I hated being here, I
was impressed with their planning and logistics. Everything ran
like clockwork.

I practiced ballet for another hour. She started with the basic
positions. There were frequent electronic corrections, when she
wasn't satisfied. My toes had to be turned out the proper
amount, which, to me, was a completely unnatural position.
However, she kept insisting, until I finally got it right. We
moved to the barre for more exercises. Eventually she took me
back to my room, and left me with. "You may thank me by kissing
my shoes."

I knelt and kissed her black ballet flats. I don't know much
about ballet, but I understand that, traditionally, men wore
black ballet shoes and clothing, while women wore pink or white.
This was definitely a role reversal, with me clad in pink, and
her in black.

My wife opened the door while I was kissing the trainer's shoes.
"Well, I see your training is progressing." Then to the trainer,
"Thank you."

"My pleasure. We're making progress, but she still has a long
way to go. See you tomorrow, sweety."

I was allowed to relax for a few minutes, then given a salad to
eat. Luncheon salads, a glass of juice for breakfast, and a
supply of vitamins, dietary supplements, and appetite depression
pills prior to evening serving duties, were the extent of my
food.

After that all too skimpy lunch, my wife had me strip, and led
me into the bathroom for a shower and full body shave from the
neck down, which she closely supervised.

Back in the bedroom, I was strapped into a waist-cincher, which
was tightened too tight. I put on the black bra, hose, and the
maid's dress with petticoats. A new pair of black patent heels,
3 inches high, came out of my suitcase and onto my feet.

During the course of my stay, the height of the heels gradually
increased from the original 2 inches through 3" to 4" and I even
had one session serving drinks to the ladies wearing 5 inch
heels. I eventually got to the point where I could handle most
heel heights, but the 5 inch heels were difficult to move and
maintain my balance in.

My wife redid my makeup and took me downstairs to the dining
room where she turned me over to the head trainer. She
instructed me in the proper way to set the table, serve food,
take away dishes, serve drinks, and everything else a waitress
needed to know. I was also taught the proper position to take
when not busy, standing with hands folded, and eyes downcast,
not looking directly at the women being served, but still able
to see if one of them signalled that she needed something. I was
made to practice all of this repeatedly with, of course,
frequent jolts for mistakes.

Eventually, my wife returned, and led me back to the room.

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Re: C: What would you do or how would you like to be treated
From: "Susan"
Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 17:35:14 -0000

Thanks to all for your comments.

I think my boy would agree with MissE and I am sure that in many
ways he would have felt better if I had imposed the punishment
suggested by Tom Jones. If it were not for the fact that the
item was probably forty years old I would have told him to find
a replacement but I did not want to set him up to fail.

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Re: C: wife naturally in charge
From: "Christine"
Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 22:40:11 -0000

Hello jim,

Welcome, and thanks for your introductory post. I'm sure there
are many couples like you and your wife here who, like me, would
enjoy reading more about your relationship.

jim wrote:

>My wife naturally is in charge in our marriage.

Would you describe yourself as a natural submissive?

>I do have punishments, but not like some other people on here.

New punishment ideas are often asked for, so if you care to
share your punishments, I'd like to hear about them.

>We also have written up a contract that I must follow.

Care to type that in and post it here? People are often asking
for sample contracts, and yours sounds like it might be one that
would appeal to many women.

sincerely,
Christine

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C: cuckolding experiences
Date: Sun, 04 Jan 2009 10:28:16 -0600
From: jim in the mid cities

We enjoyed reading the cuckolding experiences of Chris Smith and
others over the past years. We have been trying for some time to
find a partner in the Dallas Fort Worth area for a marriage of
three.

We have had a few experiences that have been very nice but have
not found that special someone yet. My celtic_belle has met a
few potential partners that she enjoyed. Usually I am allowed to
be at home when she has her guest with her.

We have an intercom that she leaves on so I can hear how well
her friend takes care of her. One of our rules now is that I am
not allowed to even try to satisfy her. She reserves her love-
making for her friends.

If anyone on this list has any ideas as to where She might find
a lover that would be interested in a long term relationship you
can contact us direct. She is in her 50's but looks younger. She
is dominant in our relationship and prefers a lover that can be
controlled, yet really gets off on being dominated in the
bedroom. She seems to like it when a lover takes control of me,
too.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

jim in the mid cities

voice@commstat.com

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Re: C: Femdom/FLR wedding Help! Need ideas
Date: 4 Jan 2009 16:33:50 -0000
From: jim

We have a Fem Dom and cuckold relationship and would like to
have an anniversary renewal of our vows. In fact we are looking
for a partner for a Marriage of Three. When we find him, it
would be fantastic to have a ceremony. Any one in the Dallas
Fort Worth area who would be interested in helping with this?

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C: male slave
Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 03:12:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Joan Rik

i am a submissive male. now it is a fact that Females are
superior to males and they should rule the world. i do not
understand why it is that males are not totally giving their
all, the power, (physical, mental, and financial) to their
Female owners.

Ms Christine please guide me so that i can be a good male slave
to a female. please send me a reply.

Thanking You.
Yours,

male slave joan

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Re: C: male slave
From: Christine
Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 02:04:36 -0000

Hello,

Joan Rik wrote:

>i am a submissive male.

Are you a submissive? Or do you consider yourself to be "male
slave" material, as your subject line reads? Have you considered
whether there may be a significant difference between the two
concepts?

>now it is a fact that Females are superior to males

Well that's not a fact, it is just your opinion. Probably an
opinion that the suits your fantasy just fine, but it is the
opinion of a male and you are presumably an inferior male? So,
is it possible that you are wrong?

I personally do not believe in the inherent superiority of any
gender, there are good and bad women, and both higher and lesser
qualities to be found in both men and women.

>and they should rule the world

I do think we need more women in power, so that there is a more
balanced representation of both sexes in positions of business
and political influence.

But I don't think that either sex should "rule the world",
although I recognise it can be fun to fantasise about such
things.

>i do not understand why it is that males are not totally giving
>their all, the power, (physical, mental, and financial) to
>their Female owners.

I expect that any males who share your opinions would be trying
to do that. I'm sure some have succeeded. What makes you feel
that they are not?

I don't expect males who do not share your opinions to want to
be a slave.

Do you really not understand?

>Ms Christine please guide me so that i can be a good male
>slave to a Female.

Ask some sensible questions and I'll be among those here who
gives it a try.

>please send me a reply.

I don't send personal replies. Posts sent to DOMestic are
published here, and anybody who feels like replying to you will
do so.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

Renew or get your DOMestic password at
http://u4ds.com/password

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 13 Jan 2009 19:35:27 -0000
From: Raj Thapad

Hello Mistress Malini,

I am 19 years old from Mumbai, India. I have yahoo messenger and
msn messenger and I have webcam too. I would love to be your
online webcam slave and obey you completely. Please let me know
if you are interested.

Thank-you,
Your slave.

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S: A Pussyboy is made
Date: 5 Jan 2009 05:33:39 -0000
From: joseph "AmysSweetBoy"

A Pussyboy is made

Each morning my wife beats my ass crimson red with her favorite
wooden brush, just to remind me that she owns me. Yes, I belong
to my wife, her property like her hairdryer or vanity. I became
hers a little over a year ago and despite the rough beginning I
wouldn't dream of going back. It is not easy to explain how it
all began but I'll try.

Before last year I was your typical male asshole. Amy was my
total support team and I never appreciated her. I engaged in
very poor behavior. I was verbally abusive, I blew money, I
flirted with women and a few times even crossed the line.
Despite all this Amy stuck by me.

Amy went to church regularly and I went along too. Living in a
small rural town, church is the best place for me to make
business and social connections. I have done well with business
and even serve as Deacon in the church, where ALL of my
connections were.

Then one day it all changed. In the heat of an argument I
slapped Amy and somehow it was all caught on her camera phone. I
was horrified. I had never done anything like that. I felt sick
and kept apologizing. I begged her forgiveness repeatedly.

For almost two months Amy would not even speak to me and I slept
on the couch. I tried everything to get her to know how badly I
felt but nothing.

Finally, Amy spoke to me. She had me sit at the Kitchen table as
she laid out how my world had changed. First she reminded me
that she had evidence of me being abusive. If it got out I would
be ruined. The church crusades against domestic abuse and I
would lose all my business and social climbing contacts. She
then informed me that the footage had been sent to her mother,
and two of her best friends. Together these women had been
discussing the best way to handle matters.

Amy listed my options:

1] She goes to the police with the footage and presses charges

2] She goes to the Church Board with the footage

or

3] She does both (her favorite option)

I couldn't bear the idea of the fall out. I begged and Pleaded
and Offered her ANYTHING If she wouldn't go forward with it. She
smiled stood up and fetched a binder. Here before me was what
looked very much like a legal document the gist of which stated
that I agree to the following:

Transfer all money, properties, assets into her name alone

Close out all personal Accounts and remove my name from all
joint accounts

Arrange to have my paycheck and any bonuses direct deposited
into her checking account

Arrange to work from my home office from now on

Give up any parental rights of my daughters to Amy

Agree to wear a tracking device at all times and never leave
home without permission

Agree to perform any and all chores assigned me

Agree to complete, total, subservient obedience no matter what
is demanded

Agree to receive any physical, sexual or emotional punishments
Amy sees fit to deliver

Agree to any chastity devices, piercing, brandings or tattooing
Amy requires

Of course any attempt at fleeing, any hint of disobedience, and
even the slightest gesture of anger would result in the evidence
being presented to the church board, the police, my boss and my
mother. Also Amy would divorce me and take the girls. Naturally
I agreed to her terms. When I was ready to sign Amy called her
two friends over to witness and notarize our contract.

After the document was signed I was told to strip naked and wait
on my wife and her two friends. I made and served food and
drinks for hours as they mocked me poked me and humiliated me
every way they could.

At one point I excused myself to use the bathroom but was
stopped. I was told from now on using the toilet was a reward
that had to be earned, I was handed an empty "Big Gulp" cup.
They laughed as I stood there in the middle of the room peeing
in the cup.

I was embarrassed and went to dump the pee in the sink when Amy
announced "Oh No Pussyboy! That is yours so you better drink
up!"

She announced that unless I earned bathroom privileges I would
have to drink my piss from now on. Her friend then suggested
that I should also drink Amy's piss whenever she didn't feel
like walking to the toilet. Amy laughed loudly and agreed.

I started to laugh uneasily hoping it was all a joke, until Amy
walked over and grabbed my balls in such a fierce grip I thought
for sure she had crushed them to dust.

Without ever losing her grip she leaned in close and said "You
drink every last drop of that piss right now or we will take
turns kicking your nut sac until you do."

I quickly drank down the awful cocktail while the women laughed
and yelled "chug! chug! chug!"

For the next couple of hours the women partied and I served them
and I served as their toilet whenever they had to pee. After a
while my wife announced it was time for the initiation to begin.
Amy's friends Susan and Liz grabbed me and bent me completely
over the TV stand then they quickly tied my arms to the legs of
the stand, my feet were kicked wide apart and I found I couldn't
move.

The laughing stopped, I looked up and saw all three standing
directly in front of me. Susan held a well used sorority paddle,
Liz had an old fashioned barber's razor strap, and Amy had a
wicked looking riding crop. I began pleading as fear took over,
but they just smiled.

Susan went first. I tried to count the swats 20-30-50-120, after
that I lost count. Tears streamed down my face as I cried out
with each blow. I could literally feel the welts rising on my
ass as she wailed on me more and more blows. I began to sweat
and my face grew hot, I thought I was going to pass out and
finally she stopped.

I had almost caught my breath again when I heard Amy say: "Geez
Susan is that all? Come on we are trying to break him in aren't
we? Liz why don't you see if you can out do Susan's warm-up."

My heart sank, through the blur of sweat and tears I saw Liz
swishing her strap as she came near. I lost my breath with the
first swat. The strap landed hard right across both cheeks. I
thought she had sliced my ass open. A scream came out of
somewhere deep inside me. She lashed me again and again and
again. The room spun around me and my knees went weak. Amy and
Susan cheered Liz as she swung harder and faster. My head felt
like it would explode when she threw the strap onto my back and
announced she was done.

Susan announced "250 not bad Liz, Amy do you think you can make
300?"

Amy laughed an evil laugh and said "Not a problem, I plan on at
least double that. Then you can start us all over again."

Amy decided not to limit her blows to just my ass. She began on
my thighs and worked up to my mid back then back down again. She
hit hard and swift each time, no blow was wasted. I thought she
would shatter my bones. Each strike was more painful than the
last. The more she struck the madder she got and the harder she
would hit.

With all the strength I had left I tried to plead for help but I
had no voice left, just tears. I blacked out for a second and
when I came to she was still whipping me. I felt her crop split
one of my welts and lost control of my bladder pissing all over
myself and the floor.

Liz and Susan roared and cheered chanting "AMY! AMY! AMY!"

The beating ended and someone called out "900, awesome!"

I was given a break long enough to clean my mess before the next
round began. Thankfully the next two rounds of beatings were not
as savage as the first.

At about 4am I was untied and made to kiss their feet and thank
them for my "beautiful beginning". I washed the sweat and my
piss from the hardwood floor while Liz and Susan said their
goodbyes and thanked Amy for the best night they've had in
years.

After they had gone Amy assessed me and found me to be filthy
and not acceptable so I was sent to the shower. Every drop of
water stung my flesh reviving the wounds that had almost numbed.
I washed every inch of my body and after a while the stinging
died down.

Just as I was about to enjoy the water I heard Amy call. I
quickly dried off and ran to her. She instructed me in new
etiquette:-

I would refer to her as Mistress whenever we are alone and Ma'am
when we are with others. I was to never look her in the eye
unless she ordered me to do so. She informed me that our
marriage vows meant something to her and unless I gave her
reason to she would not sleep with any other man. She then told
me...

"As of now you are no longer a man you are just property, my
property. You will do what I want, when I want, how I want. You
are not permitted to make any decisions ever. You will get
permission for everything you do. You will keep my home spotless
and take excellent care of my children. You will wait on me hand
and foot. When we are alone you will remain naked. A chastity
belt has been ordered for you. Your pathetic penis will be
locked up at all times unless I feel like using it for my
pleasure. You will not cum unless I feel you have truly earned
it as a reward and even then never more than once in a 45 day
stretch. In front of everyone your name from now on will be
Sweet Boy, but when we are alone your name is PussyBoy. Oh and
just so you know, Your initiation was video taped and will be
kept as an insurance policy. I already promised a copy to Liz
and Susan for christmas but piss me off and your Mom will be
getting a copy as well. Do you understand everything I have said
PussyBoy?"

"Yes Mistress," was all I could whisper as I stared at the
floor.

"Good," she replied, "now let's finish your initiation."

My head flew up and I choked out "But I thought...."

That was all I got out before the back of her hand struck me
hard across my cheek. "You don't think any more, remember, now
get to the bedroom!"

I walked slowly to the room wondering what more I would have to
endure. Once in the room she ordered me onto all fours onto the
bed. "Okay PussyBoy I want you to smile big. You're on camera,
I'm filming you losing your virginity."

I didn't understand but obeyed and smiled as ordered.

Mistress smiled too and said "You are here for my pleasure, I
will use your hands, tongue, cock whatever I want to help me
cum. Your pleasure does not interest me, but I think it is time
you lost your cherry, oh and by the way this is the only way you
will be getting laid from now on."

I looked over at Mistress and she was strapping on a huge black
plastic cock.

She jumped on the bed grabbed my hair and rammed her "cock" deep
inside me.

Pain shot up my spine and I screamed.

"Good good good," Mistress laughed, "keep screaming for the
camera pussyboy I want a fun tape for the girls. Now beg me for
more!"

I could barely respond as she slammed into my poor ass again and
again. I thought I was being sawed in two. My arms gave out and
my face slammed into the mattress as she rode me faster and
harder. Finally, after about 25 minutes of this sadistic romance
the friction gave mistress a great orgasm.

Mistress being done yanked her cock out so fast electric shocks
tore through my ass. Mistress shoved me off the bed and ordered
me to kneel up. She pressed her beautiful pussy against my mouth
and slowly pissed until I drank every last drop and licked her
slit clean. When I finished I was sent to wash her "cock" and
put it away.

When I returned to the room I found Mistress had lovingly placed
some blankets and a pillow on the floor near her bed. I thanked
Mistress for my initiation and I sincerely meant it. Mistress
allowed me to lick her asshole and stick my tongue deep in her
bum twirling and licking until she fell asleep.

Quietly I crawled off her bed and lay upon my blankets and wept.
This time my tears were of joy and belonging.

That was my initiation into my new life as Mistresses Pussyboy
slave. I have never been happier and can't even imagine going
back to my old lifestyle. Mistress has never had to sleep with
anyone else, she cums 3-5 times a week and she is happy with our
life. I have cum 3 times in the last year but I hope to prove
myself and receive more rewards.

If you like my story perhaps Mistress will allow me to write
more in the future.

For Now That's All.

Thank You

Amys Pussy Boy

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Sent to the DOMestic list at 11:03 PM Reply | Replies (0)

Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 03:12:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Joan Rik

i am a submissive male. now it is a fact that Females are
superior to males and they should rule the world. i do not
understand why it is that males are not totally giving their
all, the power, (physical, mental, and financial) to their
Female owners.

Ms Christine please guide me so that i can be a good male slave
to a female. please send me a reply.

Thanking You.
Yours,

male slave joan

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Date: 5 Jan 2009 05:33:39 -0000
From: joseph "AmysSweetBoy"

A Pussyboy is made

Each morning my wife beats my ass crimson red with her favorite
wooden brush, just to remind me that she owns me. Yes, I belong
to my wife, her property like her hairdryer or vanity. I became
hers a little over a year ago and despite the rough beginning I
wouldn't dream of going back. It is not easy to explain how it
all began but I'll try.

Before last year I was your typical male asshole. Amy was my
total support team and I never appreciated her. I engaged in
very poor behavior. I was verbally abusive, I blew money, I
flirted with women and a few times even crossed the line.
Despite all this Amy stuck by me.

Amy went to church regularly and I went along too. Living in a
small rural town, church is the best place for me to make
business and social connections. I have done well with business
and even serve as Deacon in the church, where ALL of my
connections were.

Then one day it all changed. In the heat of an argument I
slapped Amy and somehow it was all caught on her camera phone. I
was horrified. I had never done anything like that. I felt sick
and kept apologizing. I begged her forgiveness repeatedly.

For almost two months Amy would not even speak to me and I slept
on the couch. I tried everything to get her to know how badly I
felt but nothing.

Finally, Amy spoke to me. She had me sit at the Kitchen table as
she laid out how my world had changed. First she reminded me
that she had evidence of me being abusive. If it got out I would
be ruined. The church crusades against domestic abuse and I
would lose all my business and social climbing contacts. She
then informed me that the footage had been sent to her mother,
and two of her best friends. Together these women had been
discussing the best way to handle matters.

Amy listed my options:

1] She goes to the police with the footage and presses charges

2] She goes to the Church Board with the footage

or

3] She does both (her favorite option)

I couldn't bear the idea of the fall out. I begged and Pleaded
and Offered her ANYTHING If she wouldn't go forward with it. She
smiled stood up and fetched a binder. Here before me was what
looked very much like a legal document the gist of which stated
that I agree to the following:

Transfer all money, properties, assets into her name alone

Close out all personal Accounts and remove my name from all
joint accounts

Arrange to have my paycheck and any bonuses direct deposited
into her checking account

Arrange to work from my home office from now on

Give up any parental rights of my daughters to Amy

Agree to wear a tracking device at all times and never leave
home without permission

Agree to perform any and all chores assigned me

Agree to complete, total, subservient obedience no matter what
is demanded

Agree to receive any physical, sexual or emotional punishments
Amy sees fit to deliver

Agree to any chastity devices, piercing, brandings or tattooing
Amy requires

Of course any attempt at fleeing, any hint of disobedience, and
even the slightest gesture of anger would result in the evidence
being presented to the church board, the police, my boss and my
mother. Also Amy would divorce me and take the girls. Naturally
I agreed to her terms. When I was ready to sign Amy called her
two friends over to witness and notarize our contract.

After the document was signed I was told to strip naked and wait
on my wife and her two friends. I made and served food and
drinks for hours as they mocked me poked me and humiliated me
every way they could.

At one point I excused myself to use the bathroom but was
stopped. I was told from now on using the toilet was a reward
that had to be earned, I was handed an empty "Big Gulp" cup.
They laughed as I stood there in the middle of the room peeing
in the cup.

I was embarrassed and went to dump the pee in the sink when Amy
announced "Oh No Pussyboy! That is yours so you better drink
up!"

She announced that unless I earned bathroom privileges I would
have to drink my piss from now on. Her friend then suggested
that I should also drink Amy's piss whenever she didn't feel
like walking to the toilet. Amy laughed loudly and agreed.

I started to laugh uneasily hoping it was all a joke, until Amy
walked over and grabbed my balls in such a fierce grip I thought
for sure she had crushed them to dust.

Without ever losing her grip she leaned in close and said "You
drink every last drop of that piss right now or we will take
turns kicking your nut sac until you do."

I quickly drank down the awful cocktail while the women laughed
and yelled "chug! chug! chug!"

For the next couple of hours the women partied and I served them
and I served as their toilet whenever they had to pee. After a
while my wife announced it was time for the initiation to begin.
Amy's friends Susan and Liz grabbed me and bent me completely
over the TV stand then they quickly tied my arms to the legs of
the stand, my feet were kicked wide apart and I found I couldn't
move.

The laughing stopped, I looked up and saw all three standing
directly in front of me. Susan held a well used sorority paddle,
Liz had an old fashioned barber's razor strap, and Amy had a
wicked looking riding crop. I began pleading as fear took over,
but they just smiled.

Susan went first. I tried to count the swats 20-30-50-120, after
that I lost count. Tears streamed down my face as I cried out
with each blow. I could literally feel the welts rising on my
ass as she wailed on me more and more blows. I began to sweat
and my face grew hot, I thought I was going to pass out and
finally she stopped.

I had almost caught my breath again when I heard Amy say: "Geez
Susan is that all? Come on we are trying to break him in aren't
we? Liz why don't you see if you can out do Susan's warm-up."

My heart sank, through the blur of sweat and tears I saw Liz
swishing her strap as she came near. I lost my breath with the
first swat. The strap landed hard right across both cheeks. I
thought she had sliced my ass open. A scream came out of
somewhere deep inside me. She lashed me again and again and
again. The room spun around me and my knees went weak. Amy and
Susan cheered Liz as she swung harder and faster. My head felt
like it would explode when she threw the strap onto my back and
announced she was done.

Susan announced "250 not bad Liz, Amy do you think you can make
300?"

Amy laughed an evil laugh and said "Not a problem, I plan on at
least double that. Then you can start us all over again."

Amy decided not to limit her blows to just my ass. She began on
my thighs and worked up to my mid back then back down again. She
hit hard and swift each time, no blow was wasted. I thought she
would shatter my bones. Each strike was more painful than the
last. The more she struck the madder she got and the harder she
would hit.

With all the strength I had left I tried to plead for help but I
had no voice left, just tears. I blacked out for a second and
when I came to she was still whipping me. I felt her crop split
one of my welts and lost control of my bladder pissing all over
myself and the floor.

Liz and Susan roared and cheered chanting "AMY! AMY! AMY!"

The beating ended and someone called out "900, awesome!"

I was given a break long enough to clean my mess before the next
round began. Thankfully the next two rounds of beatings were not
as savage as the first.

At about 4am I was untied and made to kiss their feet and thank
them for my "beautiful beginning". I washed the sweat and my
piss from the hardwood floor while Liz and Susan said their
goodbyes and thanked Amy for the best night they've had in
years.

After they had gone Amy assessed me and found me to be filthy
and not acceptable so I was sent to the shower. Every drop of
water stung my flesh reviving the wounds that had almost numbed.
I washed every inch of my body and after a while the stinging
died down.

Just as I was about to enjoy the water I heard Amy call. I
quickly dried off and ran to her. She instructed me in new
etiquette:-

I would refer to her as Mistress whenever we are alone and Ma'am
when we are with others. I was to never look her in the eye
unless she ordered me to do so. She informed me that our
marriage vows meant something to her and unless I gave her
reason to she would not sleep with any other man. She then told
me...

"As of now you are no longer a man you are just property, my
property. You will do what I want, when I want, how I want. You
are not permitted to make any decisions ever. You will get
permission for everything you do. You will keep my home spotless
and take excellent care of my children. You will wait on me hand
and foot. When we are alone you will remain naked. A chastity
belt has been ordered for you. Your pathetic penis will be
locked up at all times unless I feel like using it for my
pleasure. You will not cum unless I feel you have truly earned
it as a reward and even then never more than once in a 45 day
stretch. In front of everyone your name from now on will be
Sweet Boy, but when we are alone your name is PussyBoy. Oh and
just so you know, Your initiation was video taped and will be
kept as an insurance policy. I already promised a copy to Liz
and Susan for christmas but piss me off and your Mom will be
getting a copy as well. Do you understand everything I have said
PussyBoy?"

"Yes Mistress," was all I could whisper as I stared at the
floor.

"Good," she replied, "now let's finish your initiation."

My head flew up and I choked out "But I thought...."

That was all I got out before the back of her hand struck me
hard across my cheek. "You don't think any more, remember, now
get to the bedroom!"

I walked slowly to the room wondering what more I would have to
endure. Once in the room she ordered me onto all fours onto the
bed. "Okay PussyBoy I want you to smile big. You're on camera,
I'm filming you losing your virginity."

I didn't understand but obeyed and smiled as ordered.

Mistress smiled too and said "You are here for my pleasure, I
will use your hands, tongue, cock whatever I want to help me
cum. Your pleasure does not interest me, but I think it is time
you lost your cherry, oh and by the way this is the only way you
will be getting laid from now on."

I looked over at Mistress and she was strapping on a huge black
plastic cock.

She jumped on the bed grabbed my hair and rammed her "cock" deep
inside me.

Pain shot up my spine and I screamed.

"Good good good," Mistress laughed, "keep screaming for the
camera pussyboy I want a fun tape for the girls. Now beg me for
more!"

I could barely respond as she slammed into my poor ass again and
again. I thought I was being sawed in two. My arms gave out and
my face slammed into the mattress as she rode me faster and
harder. Finally, after about 25 minutes of this sadistic romance
the friction gave mistress a great orgasm.

Mistress being done yanked her cock out so fast electric shocks
tore through my ass. Mistress shoved me off the bed and ordered
me to kneel up. She pressed her beautiful pussy against my mouth
and slowly pissed until I drank every last drop and licked her
slit clean. When I finished I was sent to wash her "cock" and
put it away.

When I returned to the room I found Mistress had lovingly placed
some blankets and a pillow on the floor near her bed. I thanked
Mistress for my initiation and I sincerely meant it. Mistress
allowed me to lick her asshole and stick my tongue deep in her
bum twirling and licking until she fell asleep.

Quietly I crawled off her bed and lay upon my blankets and wept.
This time my tears were of joy and belonging.

That was my initiation into my new life as Mistresses Pussyboy
slave. I have never been happier and can't even imagine going
back to my old lifestyle. Mistress has never had to sleep with
anyone else, she cums 3-5 times a week and she is happy with our
life. I have cum 3 times in the last year but I hope to prove
myself and receive more rewards.

If you like my story perhaps Mistress will allow me to write
more in the future.

For Now That's All.

Thank You

Amys Pussy Boy

Sent to the DOMestic list at 5:33 AM Reply | Replies (2)

Date: Sun, 04 Jan 2009 10:28:16 -0600
From: jim in the mid cities

We enjoyed reading the cuckolding experiences of Chris Smith and
others over the past years. We have been trying for some time to
find a partner in the Dallas Fort Worth area for a marriage of
three.

We have had a few experiences that have been very nice but have
not found that special someone yet. My celtic_belle has met a
few potential partners that she enjoyed. Usually I am allowed to
be at home when she has her guest with her.

We have an intercom that she leaves on so I can hear how well
her friend takes care of her. One of our rules now is that I am
not allowed to even try to satisfy her. She reserves her love-
making for her friends.

If anyone on this list has any ideas as to where She might find
a lover that would be interested in a long term relationship you
can contact us direct. She is in her 50's but looks younger. She
is dominant in our relationship and prefers a lover that can be
controlled, yet really gets off on being dominated in the
bedroom. She seems to like it when a lover takes control of me,
too.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

jim in the mid cities

voice@commstat.com

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C: quitting smoking and home made chastity belt
C: wife naturally in charge
C: cuckolding
Re: C: Femdom/FLR wedding Help! Need ideas x 2
Re: C: What would you do or how would you like to be treated x 3
P: Connecticut/Western Mass. Service-oriented slave seeks LTR

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C: quitting smoking and home made chastity belt
Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2008 16:06:46 -0000
From: "j" - boyj

Hi all,

My wife has decided that i am going to quit smoking. So i have
made an excel spread sheet to help us along.. one stroke per
smoke first week, next week 2, and so on with the differences at
x2 (ie if i have 10 one day and 12 the next the difference would
multiply) i don't know if i can attach it in here but feel free
to ask me for it and i'll try to keep all posted as to the
progress.

On another note, does anyone on the list have any experience
with casting/molding silicone? or latex... but would prefer
silicone. It's for making my own cb style belt.... bought one
but it was a cheap knock off and broke after a month :(

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C: wife naturally in charge
Date: 30 Dec 2008 23:03:15 -0000
From: jim

Hello everyone,

I'm very new to this site. Just thought I would see if our style
of life is close to anyone else's. My wife naturally is in
charge in our marriage. She holds the purse strings. She keeps
my one and only debit card, and a small amount of money locked
up in a small safe that I do not have any access to. I eat only
foods that she says I can eat. I do exercises on a daily basis
to lose weight(about 15 lbs). Do chores and cater to her needs
as she wants. I do have punishments, but not like some other
people on here. We also have written up a contract that I must
follow.

We do not bring into the picture any of the hard core BDSM
stuff.... tied up, pain, total slavery... etc.

We've been married for 14 years, my wife is a very athletic
person (has a killer body for 35).... I am not the athletic
type..... like to watch though.

Well hope to hear from anyone from here... Will tell more about
our relationship at another time. Always open to suggestions.

Jim

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C: cuckolding
From: "chris smith"
Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2008 10:02:47 -0000

Hi everyone,

I would like to share with you a cuckolding experience my
partner and I had a few weeks ago. My name is Chris and my
partner is Julie we are both aged 48 and from the UK. We have
just started out on a sub/Dom relationship, which is coming
along quite nicely.

One of my fantasies is to watch Julie having sex with other guys
whilst I have to watch. We joined a male escort service agency
and looked for a suitable guy to step into this role. His name
was Mark and we agreed to meet up with him in a hotel close to
where we live.

Julie and I were very nervous, but Mark really put us at ease
and we discussed how the evening would go and after a few drinks
went up to the hotel room. Julie ordered me to strip naked then
put my dog collar on and tied my hands up behind my back, then I
was told to kneel by the side of the bed and watch.

In no time at all they were both naked on the bed and having sex
in all different positions, both performing oral on each other,
and the moans and groans coming from Julie were really turning
me on.

At one point she was on all fours being taken from behind and
she looked at me and said, "get used to this slave, it will be
happening again." I was so aroused it was pain and pleasure all
rolled into one.

Mark came twice during the session, once over her face, and then
deep inside her. (we had already had a long discussion with Mark
over not using a condom and agreed it was safe).

Mark washed and dressed and said his goodbyes then Julie
staggered me by ordering that if I wanted to have sex with her,
I must first lick her clean, which I did and thoroughly enjoyed.
Needless to say, when I did enter her I came straight away and
Julie replied, "it's a good job I will be getting it elsewhere,
or I will never get a good fucking."

We both enjoyed this experience and have agreed that we would
like to continue with cuckolding as part of our relationship,
not everyone's sub/dom favourite but definitely ours.

Many thanks DOMestic for all that you do. We have learned a lot
from your website

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Re: C: Femdom/FLR wedding Help! Need ideas
Date: 28 Dec 2008 20:24:23 -0000
From: "O"

To answer Daniele's question first. I understand "FLR" to stand
for "Female Led Relationship"(please correct me if I am wrong!).

To "Frontrange" sub interested in a FLR wedding ceremony, I do
remember once reading about such a wedding in the internet, I
think it's a great way to start your married life!

Perhaps you should consider joining the new site "FetLife" and
post your request there also, bdsm information sharing is
primarily what the site is about, and you are sure to get some
replies.

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Re: C: Femdom/FLR wedding Help! Need ideas
Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2008 09:07:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Michele Grounded_Shield

Dear frontrangesub:

You may contact me by email for information regarding an
officiant in the Denver, CO area.

Miss Michele

midnight92683@yahoo.com

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Re: C: What would you do or how would you like to be treated
Date: 28 Dec 2008 20:36:19 -0000
From: "O"

Susan wrote:

>"Similarly I rejected the idea of beating him because I was
>not just generally angry and niggled (as I might be when I have
>come in from a frustrating day on the roads or round the
>shops). Part of our relationship is that he is my whipping boy.
>I was upset not angry."

My Mistress would have used the whip (and quite firmly) as a
reminder to be more careful and to show respect for her property
(irrespective of whether it was accidental or caused by
carelessness).

As he is your whipping boy, I would have thought that would be a
better reason to use the whip than because you have had a
frustrating day in the shops or on the road!

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Re: C: What would you do or how would you like to be treated
Date: 29 Dec 2008 08:44:37 -0000
From: MissE

For my boy, seeing me upset and not wanting to play with him is
the greatest punishment of all.

No physical punishment can come close to that.

MissE

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Re: C: What would you do or how would you like to be treated
Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2008 10:57:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Jones

Please allow me to respond as a submissive man who is a
"wannabe" who would love to be in a 24/7 Femdom relationship. I
think it is wonderful how you handled this, sharing feelings,
acknowledging the legitimacy and importance of each other's
feelings, comforting each other, etc.

However, as a submissive male, if it was me who broke the dish,
I would want to be (and expect to be) punished. Now, I would
want the punishment to "fit the crime," such as "You have 2
weeks to find an exact replacement for that broken glass. Once
you have found a suitable replacement, you may sit at my feet
and beg forgiveness for your clumsiness."

If your man is at all like me it would be relieving to be able
to atone for my mistake. It would reinforce my position of
submission and your position of authority to be scolded and told
what to do to make amends (even if this is exactly what I would
have done anyway).

For me, there is something about being treated as a man who must
be taught, lectured, scolded, directed, etc. that is powerfully
appealing. Also, for me, to be punished, take the punishment,
then be forgiven is a wonderful feeling.

Hope this helps.
Tom

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P: Connecticut/Western Mass. Service-oriented slave seeks LTR
From: Lshbck50
Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2008 21:54:31 EST

Kind, sincere, male sub in northern Connecticut is seeking an
intelligent, discrete woman who would like to own her own slave.
Perhaps you are a busy woman in need of a slave to perform your
menial chores and be at your beck and call.

I would be available to serve you several days each month
performing whatever duties you assign. I am hoping to form a
long-term Mistress/slave relationship and friendship. I am
educated and respectful and simply enjoy serving at the feet of
a strong woman who knows she deserves her own slave. I would
also be available for vanilla activities (dinner, movies, etc)
if my new owner so chooses.

Lshbck50@aol.com

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