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Date: 27 Feb 2009 05:29:17 -0000
From: Lance (Sheila)

Hi,

I'm Lance, 38, CD, Sheila when dressed. I am divorced, but
seeking a Lady for dating, going out to dinner, movies, beaches,
travel, clubbing, just plain fun and enjoying each others
company. Whatever develops beyond that happens.

I am a sub, and get pleasure in pampering a Lady, treating HER
special and exist for her pleasure and comfort. I am weak as a
male, and too weak to become the woman that I am inside without
help and guidance.

I enjoy B and D, role/p, forced fem, maid service, many other
fetishes, no blood, no scat, most anything consensual. If you
think I might please you in some small way, lets have dinner at
your favorite restaurant.

Prefer 28-55 femdom, or TV.

Respectfully Yours,
sheila

The above ad was posted without a location from an IP address
in Dayton, Ohio.

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From: Shoekisser

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

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Ten

So I spent half a day at the beauty parlor. I went in my male
clothing, which turned out to be a mistake. Just walking into
one of those places is guaranteed to get a man instantly
noticed. Then when the operators started working on me, every
eye in the place was on me.

The night of the party my wife insisted I had developed enough
flab around my waist that the waist cincher was necessary. After
she laced me painfully into it, I got dressed in my black bra,
black panties, black hose, and 4 inch' black patent heels. She
also insisted the dress didn't look right without petticoats.
When I complained, she threatened to make me wear the super
short dress, so I shut up.

The party was every bit as humiliating as I expected. I
frequently had to raise my skirt to show off my panties. Many of
the women, whom I had known for years, and were always
respectful and well-behaved, reached up under my skirt and
fondled me. I suspected my wife had suggested it.

During the course of the evening, my wife handed out many
ManTran cards to interested women. I learned later that she
would get a $100 commission for every successful referral.
Somehow those checks went for clothes for her, not to reduce the
balance I had to pay ManTran.

The party was such a success that it was repeated every other
month or so. I continued to agree, faced with the threat of
exposure to my co-workers. I learned it was better to go to the
beauty parlor in feminine clothes. The staff, of course, knew I
was a man, but I was able to fool some of the customers.

Then It happened. I opened the door at one of the parties,
curtsied, and was appalled to see my female co-workers.

"You lied to me. You said you wouldn't tell them."

"Actually, I didn't. One of my friends must have told them about
the web site, and shared the password. They called wanting to
see you dressed. I didn't see any harm in it."

I immediately kicked off the heels, and went into the bedroom. I
tore off the dress, petticoats, bra, waist cincher and hose, and
left them in a pile on the floor. I dressed in male clothing,
except I left the panties on since I didn't have any male
underwear. I tore off the hair piece, and washed off the makeup.
I stormed out through the living room full of suddenly quiet
women, and left, slamming the door as I did. I went to a bar,
where I got very drunk.

When I got home about 2 AM, my wife was already asleep. I kicked
off my shoes and collapsed on the bed with my clothes on. I
expected all hell to break loose the next morning, but she
didn't say a word. I undressed and showered. I remembered I
didn't have any male underwear, so I reluctantly put on a clean
pair of panties and finished dressing.

I left, drove to a nearby department store, and bought some male
underwear. After paying for it, I slipped into a men's room
stall and replaced the panties with my purchase. The panties
went into the waste basket.

When I got home, my wife still wasn't talking.

"This nonsense has to stop."

"Yes, dear," she replied, as she served me breakfast.

"There are going to be some changes made around here."

"Whatever you say, dear."

Feeling good about how well that went, but still somewhat hung
over, I took the morning paper to the bedroom and lay down on
the bed to read it. I soon fell asleep.

I was suddenly awakened by a sharp pain in my crotch. I looked
down and saw that the dreaded ball ring had been installed
during my nap. I was also naked.

"Get on your feet," punctuated by another jolt. I struggled to
my feet, feeling like crap. This was worse than any hangover,
and a nap usually helped me to recover. Did she drug my
breakfast?

"Since you can't seem to behave without it. I decided you will
wear the device for a while. Get up and get dressed."

I looked for my male clothing but it was nowhere in sight. She
pointed at the pile of clothes I had dropped on the floor last
night. "Hang up the dress and petticoats and put everything else
on."

I put on the bra, and waist cincher, and sat on the edge of the
bed to pull the hose on and fasten them to the garters. She
replaced the 4 inch heels with the 5 inch pair.

"Since you don't seem to like those shoes, you can try these."

She then tightened the waist cincher tighter than it had ever
been, got the super short maid's dress out of the closet, and
told me to put it on.

"Where are your panties?"

"I threw them in the trash in the department store men's room."

"Let's go get them, and you better hope they're still there."

She drove us to the store and followed me into the men's room.
Some guy was standing at the row of sinks washing his hands. He
looked up to see this 6' 5" tall creature dressed in a short
maid's dress, hose and heels, but with definitely male features,
and not much hair. He then saw my wife walk in. He rushed out in
panic without drying his hands. My wife held the door open for
him and smiled.

I frantically dug in the waist basket, and fortunately, found
the panties under a pile of wet paper towels. My wife took them,
said "Let's go. We need to get your hair done," and led me out
of the store.

She drove to the beauty parlor where we were expected. She
greeted the operators with, "We had a little rebellion last
night, and need to repair the damage."

Being Sunday morning, the place was empty. I was permitted to
stay dressed this time, but the short dress with no panties
presented a modesty problem. That amused the operators. The
manicurist painted my fingernails bright red while the hair
dresser restored my hair piece. Then my makeup was re-done.

"Those eyebrows have gotten unruly. Shall I trim then?"

"They certainly need it. I have been settling for just a trim
around the edges, so he wouldn't look too bad dressed as a man,
but I think his recent actions call for something more drastic.
I have avoided it until now, but I want them plucked."

I opened my mouth to object, and got zapped before I could say a
word. I wound up with just very thin high arches where my brows
used to be.

"We now have the ability to do permanent makeup. We tattoo the
brow ridges, and also tattoo eye liner and lip liner. It's
definitely permanent. You should consider it for him."

"I'll keep that in mind, but we're kind of rushed today. Pay the
lady, and include a generous tip, since you screwed up their
Sunday."

I obeyed.

I noticed a ManTran business card on the bulletin board on our
way out.

I didn't understand the rush until we got home and she
explained. "Since you made such a fool of yourself last night, I
decided you need an opportunity to apologize to all the women
who were here. So, they're all coming over this afternoon. You
will greet each of them at the door, curtsy, and drop to your
knees and apologize while kissing their shoes. Understand?"

"Yes", which got me zapped.

"Have you forgotten the appropriate response already?"

"No, Mistress, I mean. 'Yes, Mistress'"

So, I spent the afternoon shoe kissing and apologizing to all
the women I work with, while dressed in an unbelievably short
maid's dress. I also served drinks, and there seemed to be a
conspiracy to get me to bend over and expose my self even more.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, my wife handed me
a little blue pill and told me to take it. I said, "No", got a
jolt, argued some more, got another harder jolt, and wound up on
my knees, taking the pill. The result was predictable, my short
skirt became a tent. This, of course attracted lots of
attention.

"Is it real?"

"Let me touch it."

"I've worked with you for years, and didn't know you had such
talent."

There also were numerous attempts to solve my problem, including
the usual slaps, and application of heels to appropriate places.
One sweet, little, respectable co-worker, who had never appeared
to be at all aggressive, even immersed it in a glass full of ice
and water. It was painful, but fruitless. Nothing worked.

My wife handed out a pile of ManTran cards. An older woman who I
didn't know asked numerous questions about my stay at ManTran.
After 20 minutes of interrogation, she told me who she was, the
wife of the president of my company.

"And if you even hint to him about this, I'll see that you get
fired, and your wife will probably castrate you."

All I could do was think, "The poor man. He doesn't know what
he's in for." But, I believed her and refrained from warning
him.

When they all finally left, I was directed to get the mattress
out of the guest room and put it on the floor at the foot of our
bed. I was to resume the sleeping arrangements used at the
academy, complete with arm binder.

"Take off your dress and heels. Everything else stays on under
your nighty."

I reluctantly obeyed.

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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 11:43:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Miss Stress

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C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
From: "Darryl"
Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:07:18 -0700

There is no such thing as a dominant female. I have to say it
because it is how it is for me. There is no woman that does not
want what she dreams and that is a man to care for her. There is
nothing we can do about being a man, it is what it is. I ask
myself who am i talking to? And of course it is myself.

I want to tell the men though, there is no such woman that can
release you from being a man. We must do our best with what we
have and be proud as a man.

Forever i have looked for this woman and only in a drunken
stupor can i find anything close.

It is because no woman came into life like this, even if she
wants to be she cannot. Even if you want her to be she cannot.
You can have her fuck You up the ass and she may like it but it
is not what she needs or wants. It is the real truth of the
matter we must be men and it is ok if you are gay or something
like that for your woman. But you will never have a dominant
woman they don't exist without a man.

Women who were hurt or misled will argue with me for a brief
moment but the truth is a woman wants a man. Some want women,
they don't like a man, i have no idea of that and don't dare
even start.

But a dominant woman can only achieve that if she has a man.
There is nothing you can do about it, if you are a lesser man
she may be content and grateful. But it will never be her
passion. So there is no point in any of it really.

Ok i'll go change the oil and make you a nice garden after
sweety :-)

nuked_potatoes

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S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Nine
From: Shoekisser
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:48:56 +0000

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

Anniversary Surprise
Chapter Nine

Arriving home marked the end of my surprise. However, it wasn't
the end of the story. The first thing my wife did was hurry me
into the bedroom, where she stripped me down to panties, garter
belt. hose, and heels. She rubbed my pantied crotch until I got
hard, then had me lie on my back on the bed, while she got
naked. She climbed on top of me, released my erect cock from the
panties, but left my balls in the panties. We again made mad
passionate love. Actually, she did the love making while, at her
insistence, I laid still.

The next night, after we were in bed, I started to caress her,
which, for some reason, annoyed her.

She sat up in bed and said, "You realize that expecting me to be
ready for sex whenever you are, and with no advance notice is
insensitive. You have done that as long as we've been married,
and it has always bothered me. Starting now, I will expect you
to make your intentions clear before we get in bed."

I wondered why she hadn't complained about it in all the years
we had been married, but didn't bring that up. I just asked,
"OK. How exactly am I supposed to do that?"

"We'll figure something out. But tonight I'm too tired."

She rolled over with her back to me, and that was the end of the
discussion.

The next night, while getting ready for bed, I said, "The night
before last was wonderful. Let's do it again tonight."

"You're right. It was great. Especially because you were so sexy
dressed in a panties, garter belt, hose, and heels. Put them on
again, and we'll have a repeat performance."

"Why? Why can't we do it without me wearing those things?"

"Because it really turns me on. I can't get excited about sex
unless you are dressed properly."

"I'm not sure there's anything proper about a man dressing like
that."

"Never-the-less, it's not as satisfying for me unless you are
dressed. If you really want me, you'll do it. Aren't I worth
it?"

Put that way, I couldn't say no. It seemed harmless, so I
relented and put on the garter belt, hose, and heels. Once
again, she released my erect member from the panties, but
insisted I keep my balls encased in nylon panties. The sex was
again fantastic.

The next morning she announced, "I just figured it out. You can
let me know you're in the mood by dressing in garter belt, hose,
and heels."

I told her I thought that idea was ridiculous, but she insisted.

Over the next few weeks, my "dressing properly" became a signal
that I wanted her. I discovered that it was the only way I was
going to get any. She was usually agreeable, but said no just
often enough that I couldn't be confident that it would work. Of
course, I had to lie on my back and let her be the aggressor

This became the pattern in our sex life, me on my back, in
garter belt, hose and heels, and with just my cock protruding
from the top of the panties, while my balls stayed inside them..
When I suggested returning to our old way of making love, she
told me how hot I was when dressed like that, and said she just
couldn't get interested in sex unless I was.

Being a man of my word, I wore panties whenever she asked me to.
However, when I agreed to do so, I didn't realize it would be
all the time. I could have argued that, since I had agreed to
wear panties while under duress, or under dress, it wasn't a
valid contract. But it wasn't a big deal; no one knew I was
wearing them, and it made her happy. I also always wore the
engagement ring, although frequently it "accidentally" got
turned around so the diamond didn't show.

She decided I looked much better as a result of the work-outs I
had started at ManTran and should keep them up. I continued to
run, but outside, not on a tread-mill. She signed me up for a
Pilates class, where I was the only man. She also looked for a
ballet class, but had trouble finding one for adults. My diet,
while not as restrictive as it had been, was designed to keep me
slim.

About two weeks after our trip a package arrived in the mail. It
was a photo album, supplied by ManTran as a part of the package
deal, for which I am still paying. She sat me down on the couch
with her to look at it. It was a complete photo record of our
trip, photos that I wasn't aware were being taken. It started
with shots in the airport with me in blouse, skirt and Mary
Janes. The last photos were me in the wedding dress and the pink
travel outfit.

I couldn't help notice the contrast between the first and last
photos; from the overweight, out-of-shape, balding, hairy-
legged, creature with masculine features, to the slim, feminine
appearance, with features softened by makeup and stylish hair-
do. As embarrassing as it had been, I had to admire the skill
involved in the transition.

The pictures in between showed all the gory details of my
transformation, on the plane, strapped into the seat, and
walking up the aisle, upside down in Pilates, with everything
exposed, in ballet, serving dinner, the V night episode, the
pantying ceremony, and the wedding, complete with my
deflowering. I told my wife I would be mortified if anyone saw
this album. She assured me it was for our viewing only.

A few months later, she woke me early and handed me a pair of my
old masculine underwear. I didn't know any still existed. They
were all mysteriously gone when we returned from our trip, along
with all my pajamas.

"Since it's your birthday, I want you to wear these. I want you
to be completely masculine today. In fact, take off your diamond
and leave it home. I don't want to see any trace of femininity
today".

I was ecstatic, and went off to work singing.

The day got even better when I walked in the door, and was
greeted with a big kiss by my wife, who was dressed in a
terribly sexy black negligee and heels. She handed me a martini
and led me to the dining room where the table was set for a
candlelight dinner for two. She served a gourmet meal complete
with a chilled bottle of champagne. She hates the stuff, so I
drank the entire bottle myself.

After dinner she announced that my birthday present was going to
be sex the old fashioned way with both of us naked and me on
top.

I thought, "It just doesn't get any better than this."

So, we got naked and went to bed. We kissed and caressed like
the old days. Unfortunately, in spite of all this foreplay, I
was completely unable to perform. I couldn't get an erection. I
finally gave up in frustration, and rolled over. She wrapped her
arms around me and was very understanding and cuddly.

"It's OK, dear. I've heard that happens to a lot of men, I'm
sure it's just temporary."

I wasn't convinced it was, "OK", and went to sleep.

I got up the next morning completely depressed. From force of
habit, I put on panties and got dressed. I didn't even think
about male underwear.

At breakfast, we discussed my problem.

"I don't understand what happened last night. It's never
happened before. I guess it could be just the effect of alcohol
that caused the problem. Or did you put something in the
champagne?"

That upset her.

"You think I would put something in the champagne to keep you
from getting it up? That's ridiculous," she yelled.

Then she calmed down a bit. "Maybe since, for months, sex has
been with you in panties, garter belt, hose, and heels, you
can't get excited without them."

"Now you're being ridiculous."

Then I had a thought. "Maybe we should try Viagra."

"Good idea. I'll buy some. You can wear your super short maid's
outfit."

Remembering the humiliation at ManTran, "That's not what I
meant."

As I got ready to leave for work, "Don't forget your ring,"
handing me the diamond, which I put on,

"Just what I need, one more symbol of my lack of masculinity."

She smiled and kissed me.

I had a miserable day at work. I spent the whole day thinking
about my impotence.

When I arrived home, I was greeted at the door with a kiss and,
"Look on the bed."

I walked into the bedroom, and found my matching black panties,
garter belt, hose, and heels laid out on the bed.

"I thought you might like to see if they will solve your little
problem."

"No. They won't help."

"OK. Have it your way."

At bed time I reconsidered. I stripped down to my panties, put
on the garter belt, hose and heels, and walked into the living
room to show my wife.

"I'm glad you came to your senses. You look so sexy dressed like
that, I can't keep my hands off you."

She kissed me passionately with her hand in my crotch. I got
instantly hard.

"Lie down on the bed and I'll be right there."

We, once again, had wonderful sex, with her in the proper
position, on top..

Afterwards, "Since the subject has come up, so to speak, I think
we should do a reprise of V night. The girls would enjoy seeing
you dressed."

"You want to let your friends know about me being dressed in
women's clothes?"

"Actually, they already know. They've seen pictures, and are
dying to see the real thing. They have been asking for a
reenactment of that night at ManTran."

"I thought you said that album wasn't going to be seen by anyone
but us."

"It hasn't been. Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you that the same
pictures are available on a web site generated by another
ManTran feminized husband."

"You mean those horrible pictures are available for anyone to
see?"

"No. Don't worry. You need to know the password to access them.
I just shared them with a few of my friends."

"Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome."

"I think we should talk about having a party, with you serving
drinks in your maid's dress and heels. The girls really want to
see you dressed. We don't have to do the short skirt and Viagra
thing."

"Absolutely not. I had no choice at ManTran, but I do here.
There is no way I'm going through that embarrassment again."

"That's too bad. It would be so much fun. You know, I've been
thinking about sharing the on line pictures with the women in
your office. But I'll make a deal with you. If you agree to
dress up and serve drinks at a party for my friends, I could be
persuaded not to let your co-workers in on your secret."

"That's blackmail. You would subject me to that embarrassment?"

"If that's what it takes, yes"

"You leave me no choice. OK, I'll do it."

"I thought you would. Let's do it a week from Saturday. I'll get
you an appointment at the beauty parlor."

"Why?"

"We want to do this right, and you need to get your hair done,
and a manicure. And, of course, waxing will make your legs look
so much sexier."

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From: "Darryl"
Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:07:18 -0700

There is no such thing as a dominant female. I have to say it
because it is how it is for me. There is no woman that does not
want what she dreams and that is a man to care for her. There is
nothing we can do about being a man, it is what it is. I ask
myself who am i talking to? And of course it is myself.

I want to tell the men though, there is no such woman that can
release you from being a man. We must do our best with what we
have and be proud as a man.

Forever i have looked for this woman and only in a drunken
stupor can i find anything close.

It is because no woman came into life like this, even if she
wants to be she cannot. Even if you want her to be she cannot.
You can have her fuck You up the ass and she may like it but it
is not what she needs or wants. It is the real truth of the
matter we must be men and it is ok if you are gay or something
like that for your woman. But you will never have a dominant
woman they don't exist without a man.

Women who were hurt or misled will argue with me for a brief
moment but the truth is a woman wants a man. Some want women,
they don't like a man, i have no idea of that and don't dare
even start.

But a dominant woman can only achieve that if she has a man.
There is nothing you can do about it, if you are a lesser man
she may be content and grateful. But it will never be her
passion. So there is no point in any of it really.

Ok i'll go change the oil and make you a nice garden after
sweety :-)

nuked_potatoes

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From: Shoekisser

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

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Nine

Arriving home marked the end of my surprise. However, it wasn't
the end of the story. The first thing my wife did was hurry me
into the bedroom, where she stripped me down to panties, garter
belt. hose, and heels. She rubbed my pantied crotch until I got
hard, then had me lie on my back on the bed, while she got
naked. She climbed on top of me, released my erect cock from the
panties, but left my balls in the panties. We again made mad
passionate love. Actually, she did the love making while, at her
insistence, I laid still.

The next night, after we were in bed, I started to caress her,
which, for some reason, annoyed her.

She sat up in bed and said, "You realize that expecting me to be
ready for sex whenever you are, and with no advance notice is
insensitive. You have done that as long as we've been married,
and it has always bothered me. Starting now, I will expect you
to make your intentions clear before we get in bed."

I wondered why she hadn't complained about it in all the years
we had been married, but didn't bring that up. I just asked,
"OK. How exactly am I supposed to do that?"

"We'll figure something out. But tonight I'm too tired."

She rolled over with her back to me, and that was the end of the
discussion.

The next night, while getting ready for bed, I said, "The night
before last was wonderful. Let's do it again tonight."

"You're right. It was great. Especially because you were so sexy
dressed in a panties, garter belt, hose, and heels. Put them on
again, and we'll have a repeat performance."

"Why? Why can't we do it without me wearing those things?"

"Because it really turns me on. I can't get excited about sex
unless you are dressed properly."

"I'm not sure there's anything proper about a man dressing like
that."

"Never-the-less, it's not as satisfying for me unless you are
dressed. If you really want me, you'll do it. Aren't I worth
it?"

Put that way, I couldn't say no. It seemed harmless, so I
relented and put on the garter belt, hose, and heels. Once
again, she released my erect member from the panties, but
insisted I keep my balls encased in nylon panties. The sex was
again fantastic.

The next morning she announced, "I just figured it out. You can
let me know you're in the mood by dressing in garter belt, hose,
and heels."

I told her I thought that idea was ridiculous, but she insisted.

Over the next few weeks, my "dressing properly" became a signal
that I wanted her. I discovered that it was the only way I was
going to get any. She was usually agreeable, but said no just
often enough that I couldn't be confident that it would work. Of
course, I had to lie on my back and let her be the aggressor

This became the pattern in our sex life, me on my back, in
garter belt, hose and heels, and with just my cock protruding
from the top of the panties, while my balls stayed inside them..
When I suggested returning to our old way of making love, she
told me how hot I was when dressed like that, and said she just
couldn't get interested in sex unless I was.

Being a man of my word, I wore panties whenever she asked me to.
However, when I agreed to do so, I didn't realize it would be
all the time. I could have argued that, since I had agreed to
wear panties while under duress, or under dress, it wasn't a
valid contract. But it wasn't a big deal; no one knew I was
wearing them, and it made her happy. I also always wore the
engagement ring, although frequently it "accidentally" got
turned around so the diamond didn't show.

She decided I looked much better as a result of the work-outs I
had started at ManTran and should keep them up. I continued to
run, but outside, not on a tread-mill. She signed me up for a
Pilates class, where I was the only man. She also looked for a
ballet class, but had trouble finding one for adults. My diet,
while not as restrictive as it had been, was designed to keep me
slim.

About two weeks after our trip a package arrived in the mail. It
was a photo album, supplied by ManTran as a part of the package
deal, for which I am still paying. She sat me down on the couch
with her to look at it. It was a complete photo record of our
trip, photos that I wasn't aware were being taken. It started
with shots in the airport with me in blouse, skirt and Mary
Janes. The last photos were me in the wedding dress and the pink
travel outfit.

I couldn't help notice the contrast between the first and last
photos; from the overweight, out-of-shape, balding, hairy-
legged, creature with masculine features, to the slim, feminine
appearance, with features softened by makeup and stylish hair-
do. As embarrassing as it had been, I had to admire the skill
involved in the transition.

The pictures in between showed all the gory details of my
transformation, on the plane, strapped into the seat, and
walking up the aisle, upside down in Pilates, with everything
exposed, in ballet, serving dinner, the V night episode, the
pantying ceremony, and the wedding, complete with my
deflowering. I told my wife I would be mortified if anyone saw
this album. She assured me it was for our viewing only.

A few months later, she woke me early and handed me a pair of my
old masculine underwear. I didn't know any still existed. They
were all mysteriously gone when we returned from our trip, along
with all my pajamas.

"Since it's your birthday, I want you to wear these. I want you
to be completely masculine today. In fact, take off your diamond
and leave it home. I don't want to see any trace of femininity
today".

I was ecstatic, and went off to work singing.

The day got even better when I walked in the door, and was
greeted with a big kiss by my wife, who was dressed in a
terribly sexy black negligee and heels. She handed me a martini
and led me to the dining room where the table was set for a
candlelight dinner for two. She served a gourmet meal complete
with a chilled bottle of champagne. She hates the stuff, so I
drank the entire bottle myself.

After dinner she announced that my birthday present was going to
be sex the old fashioned way with both of us naked and me on
top.

I thought, "It just doesn't get any better than this."

So, we got naked and went to bed. We kissed and caressed like
the old days. Unfortunately, in spite of all this foreplay, I
was completely unable to perform. I couldn't get an erection. I
finally gave up in frustration, and rolled over. She wrapped her
arms around me and was very understanding and cuddly.

"It's OK, dear. I've heard that happens to a lot of men, I'm
sure it's just temporary."

I wasn't convinced it was, "OK", and went to sleep.

I got up the next morning completely depressed. From force of
habit, I put on panties and got dressed. I didn't even think
about male underwear.

At breakfast, we discussed my problem.

"I don't understand what happened last night. It's never
happened before. I guess it could be just the effect of alcohol
that caused the problem. Or did you put something in the
champagne?"

That upset her.

"You think I would put something in the champagne to keep you
from getting it up? That's ridiculous," she yelled.

Then she calmed down a bit. "Maybe since, for months, sex has
been with you in panties, garter belt, hose, and heels, you
can't get excited without them."

"Now you're being ridiculous."

Then I had a thought. "Maybe we should try Viagra."

"Good idea. I'll buy some. You can wear your super short maid's
outfit."

Remembering the humiliation at ManTran, "That's not what I
meant."

As I got ready to leave for work, "Don't forget your ring,"
handing me the diamond, which I put on,

"Just what I need, one more symbol of my lack of masculinity."

She smiled and kissed me.

I had a miserable day at work. I spent the whole day thinking
about my impotence.

When I arrived home, I was greeted at the door with a kiss and,
"Look on the bed."

I walked into the bedroom, and found my matching black panties,
garter belt, hose, and heels laid out on the bed.

"I thought you might like to see if they will solve your little
problem."

"No. They won't help."

"OK. Have it your way."

At bed time I reconsidered. I stripped down to my panties, put
on the garter belt, hose and heels, and walked into the living
room to show my wife.

"I'm glad you came to your senses. You look so sexy dressed like
that, I can't keep my hands off you."

She kissed me passionately with her hand in my crotch. I got
instantly hard.

"Lie down on the bed and I'll be right there."

We, once again, had wonderful sex, with her in the proper
position, on top..

Afterwards, "Since the subject has come up, so to speak, I think
we should do a reprise of V night. The girls would enjoy seeing
you dressed."

"You want to let your friends know about me being dressed in
women's clothes?"

"Actually, they already know. They've seen pictures, and are
dying to see the real thing. They have been asking for a
reenactment of that night at ManTran."

"I thought you said that album wasn't going to be seen by anyone
but us."

"It hasn't been. Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you that the same
pictures are available on a web site generated by another
ManTran feminized husband."

"You mean those horrible pictures are available for anyone to
see?"

"No. Don't worry. You need to know the password to access them.
I just shared them with a few of my friends."

"Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome."

"I think we should talk about having a party, with you serving
drinks in your maid's dress and heels. The girls really want to
see you dressed. We don't have to do the short skirt and Viagra
thing."

"Absolutely not. I had no choice at ManTran, but I do here.
There is no way I'm going through that embarrassment again."

"That's too bad. It would be so much fun. You know, I've been
thinking about sharing the on line pictures with the women in
your office. But I'll make a deal with you. If you agree to
dress up and serve drinks at a party for my friends, I could be
persuaded not to let your co-workers in on your secret."

"That's blackmail. You would subject me to that embarrassment?"

"If that's what it takes, yes"

"You leave me no choice. OK, I'll do it."

"I thought you would. Let's do it a week from Saturday. I'll get
you an appointment at the beauty parlor."

"Why?"

"We want to do this right, and you need to get your hair done,
and a manicure. And, of course, waxing will make your legs look
so much sexier."

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# Re: C: Anal Worship
# Re: P: FemDom seeking male x 2
# S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Eight
# Re: S: Anniversary Surprise / Re: S: Serendipity
# Re: S: The Beginning Part 2
# U: SINSations in Leather 2009 - March 6-8 Chicago
# admin: email addresses
# Guidelines for DOMestic discussion and Personal Ads

Replies and more on the DOMestic blog.

The Fem Dom Training Program.
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Re: C: Anal Worship
Date: 15 Feb 2009 03:43:04 -0000
From: archroy

Joe Dee wrote:

>My question has to do with anal worship

All I can say is I love it. And, when you find a woman who
enjoys it as well, man are you in for a treat.

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Re: P: FemDom seeking male
Date: 6 Feb 2009 03:21:17 -0000
From: nuked_potatoes

Hi Ms Saber :-)

I love Your website any lil thing i can do?

nuked potatoes

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Re: P: FemDom seeking male
Date: 15 Feb 2009 03:12:48 -0000
From: archroy

Saber wrote:

>feel free to email me privately or via list.

Hi,

I'm a sub 48 swm looking for a top. I've been a top most of my
life but would love kick back and have the woman take charge in
the bedroom. And I love to please.

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S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Eight
From: Shoekisser
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:48:56 +0000

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

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Eight

The next morning I awoke with a bulge in my panties. I really
wanted to touch it, but there was no way I could. I tried
rolling onto my stomach and rubbing against the mattress, but
that was unsatisfactory.

"What are you doing?", scared me.

I quickly rolled onto my back, and replied, "Just trying to get
comfortable."

The expression on her face told me she knew that was a lie, but
she didn't pursue it, just looked at the bulge in my panties,
and said, "My, you are horny. We'll have to do something about
that."

She didn't explain, but I suspected the "something" wouldn't be
what I had in mind.

"On your feet and into the shower. We have a busy day," as she
unbuckled the arm binder.

We showered together for the first time since we left home.
There was much touching and rubbing on her part, but I was told
"Hands off".

After we had gotten out and dried I was even hornier.

She had me dress in black bra and panties followed by the
original white blouse and short black skirt. Then three inch
heels went on my bare feet.

"We're off to the academy beauty parlor."

There I was stripped of the skirt, blouse, and heels. I got a
manicure and pedicure, and all nails received pink polish. Then
waxing of arms, legs, chest, and back. She decided I should be
allowed to grow some hair in my crotch, so I got a bikini wax.
My hair was done with an added hair piece to cover my bald area.
A very extensive make-up job followed. Then I was allowed to see
myself in a mirror. I was amazed. I made a presentable woman. I
was almost pretty.

Then back to the room where, she produced a new white lace bra,
matching panties and garter belt. Then came white hose, and new
white patent pumps with four inch heels and instep straps.
Finally she pulled out a beautiful white lace dress, and had me
put it on. A veil was attached to my hair, and hung over my
face.

"You are going to make a beautiful bride."

She disappeared into the bathroom and finally came out dressed
in a tux that was masculine except for the white lace blouse,
and black patent heels that matched mine except for the color.
We were wearing his and hers pumps.

"Let's go."

We rode the elevator to the first floor, where we were met by
the Head Trainer.

"Amazing. Our ugly duckling has blossomed. Come with me."

I left my wife and I followed the woman into another room, where
she instructed me in the proper way to slowly walk down the
aisle, and numerous other things related to the wedding
ceremony, including how to get kissed.

"Your wife will kiss you at the end of the ceremony. You must
stand with your hands at your side, and not touch her. The same
rule applies to other women who want to kiss the bride."

Finally she announced that it was time. We walked into the
dining room. The large table had been moved to one side and the
chairs arranged so they were facing the Head Mistress who stood
at the other end in front of a small table. I did the slow walk
the length of the room, accompanied by a recording of "Here
Comes The Bride", until I was just in front of the Head
Mistress, and next to my wife.

The ceremony was just like a normal one except my vows
were,"Love, honor, and obey." and hers were "Love, honor, and
annoy."

My wife produced a beautiful engagement ring which she put on my
finger with, "With this ring I thee wed. It is a symbol of your
status as my bride, and is to be worn at all times."

The Head Mistress pronounced us "Bride and wife" and announced
"You may now kiss the bride."

My wife lifted my veil, bent me backwards, almost causing me to
lose my balance, and planted a kiss on me. Her tongue entered my
mouth, but as instructed, I didn't reciprocate.

"You may now kiss your wife." pointing at her feet. I knelt and
reverently kissed my wife's beautiful black patents.

Then came the receiving line with all the women congratulating
my wife, and attacking me. They all kissed me, some with a hand
in my crotch, others caressing my boobs. One reached under my
skirt with both hands, grabbing my pantied ass, and ground her
crotch against mine. Following instructions, I stood
submissively and let them do it.

The H.M. announced, "There is one more part to the ceremony."

She led me to the small table, and instructed me to raise my
skirt. When I did, she proceeded to remove my lacy white wedding
panties.

"Please don't take my panties." which brought laughter from the
assembled women.

"Listen to that. Isn't that sweet? He's begging to keep his
panties. Don't worry. You'll get them back"

She then instructed me to stand next to the table and spread my
legs. They were soon strapped to the table legs. A white arm
binder appeared and my arms strapped into it.

At this point my wife, who had disappeared, returned. The tux
and blouse were gone, and she was wearing a black leather
corset, black hose, and the black patent heels. While I stood
helplessly she installed a black dildo on the front of her
corset. I was then bent over the end of the table, strapped
down, and my skirt lifted up over my back..

"Since we just got married, I'm going to pop your cherry. Would
you like that?"

She didn't wait for my answer, but proceeded to impale me. She
was gentle at first, gradually sliding the thing inside me. I
can't really say it was painful. I just had a feeling of being
filled. Once she was inside, she got more enthusiastic, and
really started pounding away, which brought cheers from the
women watching, and comments:

"Atta Girl."

"Ride him, cowgirl."

Eventually, she got tired and pulled out. She released me and
put my panties back on.

"That was fun. Let's continue upstairs in our room."

That brought more cheers and cat calls.

Upstairs, she had me remove my dress and hang it up. She removed
my veil and bra. She then reinstalled the arm binder and had me
lie on my back on the bed. She attached the arm binder to the
head of the bed.

"Tonight you get to sleep in my bed."

She stripped to just hose and heels and attacked my body. She
bit my nipples and caressed me until I was hard, which didn't
take long. She pulled my erection out of the top of my panties,
leaving my balls encased in nylon, and impaled herself on me.

It had been a long frustrating two weeks. In fact it had been
longer than that since I'd had any relief. We hadn't had sex for
at least a week before we started this trip. Thus I exploded
quickly. It was the most mind blowing orgasm I ever had.
However, once wasn't enough for her. After a brief rest, she
attacked me again. This continued until I was exhausted, and
fell asleep.

After a brief nap, I awoke to her removing the arm binder, and
her handing me a beautiful white lace night gown to put on. She
donned a similar black one, and we went at it again. This time I
wasn't restrained, but, as instructed, I lay on my back and let
her do all the work.

After another orgasm, she let me fall asleep. This was the first
time in two weeks I got to sleep in a bed, and unrestrained. I
took advantage of it and slept like a baby.

Late the next morning, she awoke me, and we showered together.
The she had me dress in a new all pink outfit, bra, panties,
garter belt, hose, heels, frilly top, and skirt. I packed all
our clothes, and carried the cases downstairs.

All the women, staff members and guests, were lined up to say
goodbye. They hugged my wife, while I had the privilege of
kissing them goodbye.

Actually, I had to kneel and kiss each of their shoes. While my
lips were in contact with each pair of sexy shoes, I felt the
pleasant tingling sensation in my groin. This continued until I
reached the last one, the Head Mistress. When I kissed her
shoes, I got a jolt.

"I couldn't resist. I didn't want you to get too complacent, and
forget why you were here." she said laughing.

She then hung something on a thin chain around my neck, and put
earrings in my pierced ears. She handed me a mirror so I could
see myself. The chain around my neck held a pink medallion in
the form of a stylized MT, that was the symbol of ManTran. The
earrings matched the medallion.

"These will help you remember your visit here If you're lucky,
maybe your wife will allow you to return sometime for a
refresher course."

I shuddered at the thought, which made her laugh.

I loaded the bags in the van, and we were driven to the airport
by the same feminized husband who had picked us up.

On the way, my wife said, "If you think you can behave yourself,
I will remove the ball ring when we get to the airport. That
would simplify going through security. Would you like that?"

Remembering the hassle the last time I encountered airport
security, I readily agreed, "Yes, Mistress."

After checking the bags, she led me into a women's restroom. She
had me stand in front of the mirrored wall by the sinks, and
raise my skirt. She pulled my panties down, produced a key, and
unlocked the ball ring. For the first time in many days, I was
free of that diabolical device. However, there was no rebellion
left in me.

While I was standing there, with my skirt up and my panties
around my ankles, a woman walked in. Her mouth dropped open and
she stared at the sight of an apparent woman, well over six feet
tall in heels, clad completely in pink, with crotch exposed, and
another woman with her hands between her legs. She couldn't be
sure, but there seemed to be an unnecessary appendage between
the legs.

My wife finished unlocking and removing the ring, and said to
the woman, "Just adjusting things."

Then to me, "Hurry dear. Pull up your panties and lets go."

She walked to the door and as she passed the woman handed her a
ManTran card and said, "Training husbands is a never-ending job,
but it's much easier when you keep them in dresses. Don't you
agree?"

I hurriedly pulled my panties up to avoid further exposure,
tugged my skirt down, and followed her out the door. I had to
pass close to the woman who still stood with her mouth open,
speechless.

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Re: S: Anniversary Surprise / Re: S: Serendipity
From: Peter Green
Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2009 00:01:34 +0000

Two great stories, Thank you to both the authors.

http://u4ds.com/2008/11/anniversary_surprise.shtml

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

As always DOMestic is a great read.

luv peter or rita depending on which servants role i am given.

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Re: S: The Beginning Part 2
Date: 15 Feb 2009 02:50:08 -0000
From: archroy

Michele Grounded_Shield wrote:

>Anal Angel

Wow, I would love to have a woman like you to take charge and
allow me to enjoy the submission.

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U: SINSations in Leather 2009 - March 6-8 Chicago
From: "Pat"
Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:40:02 -0600

SINSations in Leather 2009,
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Pre-Play Party Entertainment on Saturday Night
and many other surprises.

Register at:-
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admin: email addresses
From: "Christine at u4ds.com"
Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 18:18:47 -0000

Hello,

Email addresses are deliberately not clickable links on the
DOMestic blog in order to reduce the likelihood of people
receiving spam when posting their email here. See below for how
to copy and paste.

If however you wish someone to reply to your email address, then
you can't reply using the blog form. You need to supply your
email address in the method described here.-

http://u4ds.com/how_to_get_in_direct_contact.shtml

If you wish to reply to a person direct, then you will need to
copy and paste the email address manually. For those who don't
know how to highlight content to copy and paste, it is probably
best that you learn how to use your computer before attempting
to reply. It's basic stuff but here's how it works on many
systems:-

To copy text:

Position the text cursor where you want to paste.
Press Ctrl-V (Windows and Linux) or Command-V (Mac).

This message is in response to the vast amount of folk who are
still replying via the blog for direct contact despite the blog
form clearly saying NOT to do that.

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

Renew or get your DOMestic password.

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Guidelines for DOMestic discussion and Personal Ads
From: "Christine and David - DOMestic moderators"
Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:38:15 -0000

Guidelines for Posting and Personal Ads on DOMestic

Write in English (the moderators have to understand to post)

Take time to apply at least some basic grammar. Try to write in
complete sentences and run the spell checker please.

Don't post one line messages. If you can say it one line, then
it's almost certainly not worth saying, and it's not going to be
of interest to anyone reading.

Break up your paragraphs so that there is at least one break on
each screen. Preferably not more than a dozen lines between
breaks. Nothing makes reading harder than wall-to-wall text. The
more breaks the better.

Use a blank line between paragraphs rather than indenting.

Keep the content appropriate to list guidelines at...

http://u4ds.com/posting_guidelines_and_welcome.shtml

Briefly that is DOMestic dom sub issues that are of interest to
couples in relationships, or folk who would like to be in such
relationships.

Always post a subject line header of half a dozen words or so at
the start of your message. So that the moderators know what kind
of message it is that we are editing you can categorise like
this......

C: for correspondence and discussion

F: for short fantasies

P: for personal ads (include your location)

S: for stories

U: for advertisements and posting URL's

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The rest of this message is mostly about personal ads and
writing and replying to them.

Personal Ads.

Be sincere and honest. If replying to an ad then at least have
the courtesy to put as much effort into writing your reply as it
looks like the advertiser put into their message.

Say where you are in the world. DOMestic is world-wide.

When presenting your own profile write as you might talk. Open
up and show your personality, tell your story. If you make
jokes, it probably helps if you are self-deprecating or at least
tasteful. Try and express things that make you different. Be
positive and confident in your language and tone without
arrogance.

If you enjoyed writing your profile, the reader will be more
likely to enjoy reading it.

Some folks have found partners through the personal ads on
DOMestic, and from time to time we get letters on and off list
from folks who say they have found their soul mate. So a
DOMestic ad or profile is certainly worth a try.

But you should also start looking a lot closer to home. Maybe
sign up for evening classes, take dancing lessons, join a
gardening club, take up yachting, dog training, or any one of a
thousand ways of meeting people.

And yes, just one of those ways, would of course be to find
social groups on the net or elsewhere that focus on bdsm.

Your hopes for meeting someone would be more realistically
placed on the former rather than the latter. Shutting oneself
away with a computer in cyberworld might be the wrong policy.
Get out and about.

Try and communicate what you want from life as a whole. Ask
yourself a few questions like those that follow here and try and
answer them in presenting yourself.

Do you want to build a relationship that has a broader
foundation? Would you like to meet someone with whom you share
many mutual interests, and with whom you can be also be open
about your sexual fantasies? Or is there only one interest in
your life?

What other interests do you have? Are they more or less
important than being submissive or dominant?

How submissive/dominant are you really? Have you had any
experience at all? Is it possible that some way down the road
you would find that sexual domination/submission is just one
element of your personality? Do you want to find a person who is
primarily focused on bdsm?

If you want to find a someone who is actively seeking a partner
via the net - Would you be likely to find him/her in a bdsm
forum - or is there a forum dealing with some other interest
that you might share with your potential partner? Should you
join other groups that focus on these interests too?

Is it possible that you both love cooking, golf, foreign travel,
model trains, knitting, dressmaking, racing bikes, or plane
spotting?

Would you be better served by also seeking your lifetime partner
where these activities are discussed on the net and off-line?
There you might find a person who shares your desires, hopes and
aspirations, and after establishing there was mutual ground, you
could open up fairly early on that you are a liberated person
who also has sexual fantasies you want to share.

If he/she is an open person who you could share these things
with, you'll then know it sooner. And if it's a non-starter you
can more easily move on and try again.

Your future lifetime partner is likely to be involved in the
things that interest him/her, and sexuality is going to be just
one part of both your characters. So perhaps he/she will only be
peripherally participating in forums like DOMestic. So think
about widening your field.

How much you say on any web site or online group about you and
your sexuality will depend on how much you will be risking,
career wise, by "coming out".

It pays to advertise carefully.

Other messages you could read:-

email address info

Finding Fem-Dom Friends

How to get in direct contact

Directions - search for a submissive

Admin - posting

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All material posted on DOMestic and FEMdom_sex is protected by
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Briefly copyright belongs the author, but compilation copyright
belongs to DOMestic.

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
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posted by: "Christine and David" at Ms-Christine.com
posted on: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:38:15 -0000

Guidelines for Posting and Personal Ads on DOMestic

Write in English (the moderators have to understand to post)

Take time to apply at least some basic grammar. Try to write in
complete sentences and run the spell checker please.

Don't post one line messages. If you can say it one line, then
it's almost certainly not worth saying, and it's not going to be
of interest to anyone reading.

Break up your paragraphs so that there is at least one break on
each screen. Preferably not more than a dozen lines between
breaks. Nothing makes reading harder than wall-to-wall text. The
more breaks the better.

Use a blank line between paragraphs rather than indenting.

Keep the content appropriate to list guidelines at...

http://www.mschristine.com/temp/welcome.txt

Briefly that is DOMestic dom sub issues that are of interest to
couples in relationships, or folk who would like to be in such
relationships.

Always post a subject line header of half a dozen words or so at
the start of your message. So that the moderators know what kind
of message it is that we are editing you can categorise like
this......

C: for correspondence and discussion

F: for short fantasies

P: for personal ads (include your location)

S: for stories

U: for advertisements and posting URL's

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The rest of this message is mostly about personal ads and
writing and replying to them.

Personal Ads.

Be sincere and honest. If replying to an ad then at least have
the courtesy to put as much effort into writing your reply as it
looks like the advertiser put into their message.

Say where you are in the world. DOMestic is world-wide.

When presenting your own profile write as you might talk. Open
up and show your personality, tell your story. If you make
jokes, it probably helps if you are self-deprecating or at least
tasteful. Try and express things that make you different. Be
positive and confident in your language and tone without
arrogance.

If you enjoyed writing your profile, the reader will be more
likely to enjoy reading it.

Some folks have found partners through the personal ads on
DOMestic, and from time to time we get letters on and off list
from folks who say they have found their soul mate. So a
DOMestic ad or profile is certainly worth a try.

But you should also start looking a lot closer to home. Maybe
sign up for evening classes, take dancing lessons, join a
gardening club, take up yachting, dog training, or any one of a
thousand ways of meeting people.

And yes, just one of those ways, would of course be to find
social groups on the net or elsewhere that focus on bdsm.

Your hopes for meeting someone would be more realistically
placed on the former rather than the latter. Shutting oneself
away with a computer in cyberworld might be the wrong policy.
Get out and about.

Try and communicate what you want from life as a whole. Ask
yourself a few questions like those that follow here and try and
answer them in presenting yourself.

Do you want to build a relationship that has a broader
foundation? Would you like to meet someone with whom you share
many mutual interests, and with whom you can be also be open
about your sexual fantasies? Or is there only one interest in
your life?

What other interests do you have? Are they more or less
important than being submissive or dominant?

How submissive/dominant are you really? Have you had any
experience at all? Is it possible that some way down the road
you would find that sexual domination/submission is just one
element of your personality? Do you want to find a person who is
primarily focused on bdsm?

If you want to find a someone who is actively seeking a partner
via the net - Would you be likely to find him/her in a bdsm
forum - or is there a forum dealing with some other interest
that you might share with your potential partner? Should you
join other groups that focus on these interests too?

Is it possible that you both love cooking, golf, foreign travel,
model trains, knitting, dressmaking, racing bikes, or plane
spotting?

Would you be better served by also seeking your lifetime partner
where these activities are discussed on the net and off-line?
There you might find a person who shares your desires, hopes and
aspirations, and after establishing there was mutual ground, you
could open up fairly early on that you are a liberated person
who also has sexual fantasies you want to share.

If he/she is an open person who you could share these things
with, you'll then know it sooner. And if it's a non-starter you
can more easily move on and try again.

Your future lifetime partner is likely to be involved in the
things that interest him/her, and sexuality is going to be just
one part of both your characters. So perhaps he/she will only be
peripherally participating in forums like DOMestic. So think
about widening your field.

How much you say on any web site or online group about you and
your sexuality will depend on how much you will be risking,
career wise, by "coming out".

It pays to advertise carefully.

Other messages you could read:-

email address info
http://u4ds.com/email_addresses_contact_ads.shtml

Finding Fem-Dom Friends
http://u4ds.com/2007/01/finding_femdom_friends.shtml

How to get in direct contact
http://u4ds.com/how_to_get_in_direct_contact.shtml

Directions - search for a submissive
http://u4ds.com/2007/08/c_directions_search_for_a_subm.shtml

Admin - posting
http://u4ds.com/admin/posting/

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Briefly copyright belongs the author, but compilation copyright
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posted by: "Christine" at Ms-Christine.com
posted on: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 18:18:47 -0000

Hello,

Email addresses are deliberately not clickable links on the
DOMestic blog in order to reduce the likelihood of people
receiving spam when posting their email here. See how
to copy and paste.

If however you wish someone to reply to your email address, then
you can't reply using the blog form. You need to supply your
email address in the method described here.-

http://u4ds.com/how_to_get_in_direct_contact.shtml

If you wish to reply to a person direct, then you will need to
copy and paste the email address manually. For those who don't
know how to highlight content to copy and paste, it is probably
best that you learn how to use your computer before attempting
to reply. It's basic stuff, but here's how it works on many
systems:-

To copy text:

Position the text cursor where you want to paste.
Press Ctrl-V (Windows and Linux) or Command-V (Mac).

This message is in response to the vast amount of folk who are
still replying via the blog for direct contact despite the blog
form clearly saying NOT to do that.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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

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posted by: "David" at Ms-Christine.com
posted on: Tue, 07 Nov 2006 20:54:28 +0000

Hello,

If you post via the blog, your email address will not be
displayed. There are no exceptions to this. These are our
security procedures for displaying your email:-

Anyone can type in any address on a blog form. So the way it
works here is that if you want to be contacted directly, you can
say so in a post to the blog, but only by sending that post by
email to the list address DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com

Only if we receive your post via email can we verify that the
"From:" email address and your desire to post it to a public forum are
genuine. Then we can safely publish your email address.

If two people want to get in contact, then one of you should get
a private email address and post it with your message by email
to

DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com

We post web addresses, "From:" email addresses, but we don't
post phone numbers or physical addresses as these cannot be
easily verified.

sincerely,
David

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Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:40:02 -0600

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From: Shoekisser

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Eight

The next morning I awoke with a bulge in my panties. I really
wanted to touch it, but there was no way I could. I tried
rolling onto my stomach and rubbing against the mattress, but
that was unsatisfactory.

"What are you doing?", scared me.

I quickly rolled onto my back, and replied, "Just trying to get
comfortable."

The expression on her face told me she knew that was a lie, but
she didn't pursue it, just looked at the bulge in my panties,
and said, "My, you are horny. We'll have to do something about
that."

She didn't explain, but I suspected the "something" wouldn't be
what I had in mind.

"On your feet and into the shower. We have a busy day," as she
unbuckled the arm binder.

We showered together for the first time since we left home.
There was much touching and rubbing on her part, but I was told
"Hands off".

After we had gotten out and dried I was even hornier.

She had me dress in black bra and panties followed by the
original white blouse and short black skirt. Then three inch
heels went on my bare feet.

"We're off to the academy beauty parlor."

There I was stripped of the skirt, blouse, and heels. I got a
manicure and pedicure, and all nails received pink polish. Then
waxing of arms, legs, chest, and back. She decided I should be
allowed to grow some hair in my crotch, so I got a bikini wax.
My hair was done with an added hair piece to cover my bald area.
A very extensive make-up job followed. Then I was allowed to see
myself in a mirror. I was amazed. I made a presentable woman. I
was almost pretty.

Then back to the room where, she produced a new white lace bra,
matching panties and garter belt. Then came white hose, and new
white patent pumps with four inch heels and instep straps.
Finally she pulled out a beautiful white lace dress, and had me
put it on. A veil was attached to my hair, and hung over my
face.

"You are going to make a beautiful bride."

She disappeared into the bathroom and finally came out dressed
in a tux that was masculine except for the white lace blouse,
and black patent heels that matched mine except for the color.
We were wearing his and hers pumps.

"Let's go."

We rode the elevator to the first floor, where we were met by
the Head Trainer.

"Amazing. Our ugly duckling has blossomed. Come with me."

I left my wife and I followed the woman into another room, where
she instructed me in the proper way to slowly walk down the
aisle, and numerous other things related to the wedding
ceremony, including how to get kissed.

"Your wife will kiss you at the end of the ceremony. You must
stand with your hands at your side, and not touch her. The same
rule applies to other women who want to kiss the bride."

Finally she announced that it was time. We walked into the
dining room. The large table had been moved to one side and the
chairs arranged so they were facing the Head Mistress who stood
at the other end in front of a small table. I did the slow walk
the length of the room, accompanied by a recording of "Here
Comes The Bride", until I was just in front of the Head
Mistress, and next to my wife.

The ceremony was just like a normal one except my vows
were,"Love, honor, and obey." and hers were "Love, honor, and
annoy."

My wife produced a beautiful engagement ring which she put on my
finger with, "With this ring I thee wed. It is a symbol of your
status as my bride, and is to be worn at all times."

The Head Mistress pronounced us "Bride and wife" and announced
"You may now kiss the bride."

My wife lifted my veil, bent me backwards, almost causing me to
lose my balance, and planted a kiss on me. Her tongue entered my
mouth, but as instructed, I didn't reciprocate.

"You may now kiss your wife." pointing at her feet. I knelt and
reverently kissed my wife's beautiful black patents.

Then came the receiving line with all the women congratulating
my wife, and attacking me. They all kissed me, some with a hand
in my crotch, others caressing my boobs. One reached under my
skirt with both hands, grabbing my pantied ass, and ground her
crotch against mine. Following instructions, I stood
submissively and let them do it.

The H.M. announced, "There is one more part to the ceremony."

She led me to the small table, and instructed me to raise my
skirt. When I did, she proceeded to remove my lacy white wedding
panties.

"Please don't take my panties." which brought laughter from the
assembled women.

"Listen to that. Isn't that sweet? He's begging to keep his
panties. Don't worry. You'll get them back"

She then instructed me to stand next to the table and spread my
legs. They were soon strapped to the table legs. A white arm
binder appeared and my arms strapped into it.

At this point my wife, who had disappeared, returned. The tux
and blouse were gone, and she was wearing a black leather
corset, black hose, and the black patent heels. While I stood
helplessly she installed a black dildo on the front of her
corset. I was then bent over the end of the table, strapped
down, and my skirt lifted up over my back..

"Since we just got married, I'm going to pop your cherry. Would
you like that?"

She didn't wait for my answer, but proceeded to impale me. She
was gentle at first, gradually sliding the thing inside me. I
can't really say it was painful. I just had a feeling of being
filled. Once she was inside, she got more enthusiastic, and
really started pounding away, which brought cheers from the
women watching, and comments:

"Atta Girl."

"Ride him, cowgirl."

Eventually, she got tired and pulled out. She released me and
put my panties back on.

"That was fun. Let's continue upstairs in our room."

That brought more cheers and cat calls.

Upstairs, she had me remove my dress and hang it up. She removed
my veil and bra. She then reinstalled the arm binder and had me
lie on my back on the bed. She attached the arm binder to the
head of the bed.

"Tonight you get to sleep in my bed."

She stripped to just hose and heels and attacked my body. She
bit my nipples and caressed me until I was hard, which didn't
take long. She pulled my erection out of the top of my panties,
leaving my balls encased in nylon, and impaled herself on me.

It had been a long frustrating two weeks. In fact it had been
longer than that since I'd had any relief. We hadn't had sex for
at least a week before we started this trip. Thus I exploded
quickly. It was the most mind blowing orgasm I ever had.
However, once wasn't enough for her. After a brief rest, she
attacked me again. This continued until I was exhausted, and
fell asleep.

After a brief nap, I awoke to her removing the arm binder, and
her handing me a beautiful white lace night gown to put on. She
donned a similar black one, and we went at it again. This time I
wasn't restrained, but, as instructed, I lay on my back and let
her do all the work.

After another orgasm, she let me fall asleep. This was the first
time in two weeks I got to sleep in a bed, and unrestrained. I
took advantage of it and slept like a baby.

Late the next morning, she awoke me, and we showered together.
The she had me dress in a new all pink outfit, bra, panties,
garter belt, hose, heels, frilly top, and skirt. I packed all
our clothes, and carried the cases downstairs.

All the women, staff members and guests, were lined up to say
goodbye. They hugged my wife, while I had the privilege of
kissing them goodbye.

Actually, I had to kneel and kiss each of their shoes. While my
lips were in contact with each pair of sexy shoes, I felt the
pleasant tingling sensation in my groin. This continued until I
reached the last one, the Head Mistress. When I kissed her
shoes, I got a jolt.

"I couldn't resist. I didn't want you to get too complacent, and
forget why you were here." she said laughing.

She then hung something on a thin chain around my neck, and put
earrings in my pierced ears. She handed me a mirror so I could
see myself. The chain around my neck held a pink medallion in
the form of a stylized MT, that was the symbol of ManTran. The
earrings matched the medallion.

"These will help you remember your visit here If you're lucky,
maybe your wife will allow you to return sometime for a
refresher course."

I shuddered at the thought, which made her laugh.

I loaded the bags in the van, and we were driven to the airport
by the same feminized husband who had picked us up.

On the way, my wife said, "If you think you can behave yourself,
I will remove the ball ring when we get to the airport. That
would simplify going through security. Would you like that?"

Remembering the hassle the last time I encountered airport
security, I readily agreed, "Yes, Mistress."

After checking the bags, she led me into a women's restroom. She
had me stand in front of the mirrored wall by the sinks, and
raise my skirt. She pulled my panties down, produced a key, and
unlocked the ball ring. For the first time in many days, I was
free of that diabolical device. However, there was no rebellion
left in me.

While I was standing there, with my skirt up and my panties
around my ankles, a woman walked in. Her mouth dropped open and
she stared at the sight of an apparent woman, well over six feet
tall in heels, clad completely in pink, with crotch exposed, and
another woman with her hands between her legs. She couldn't be
sure, but there seemed to be an unnecessary appendage between
the legs.

My wife finished unlocking and removing the ring, and said to
the woman, "Just adjusting things."

Then to me, "Hurry dear. Pull up your panties and lets go."

She walked to the door and as she passed the woman handed her a
ManTran card and said, "Training husbands is a never-ending job,
but it's much easier when you keep them in dresses. Don't you
agree?"

I hurriedly pulled my panties up to avoid further exposure,
tugged my skirt down, and followed her out the door. I had to
pass close to the woman who still stood with her mouth open,
speechless.

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

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# Re: C: Trample Party Girl
# P: FemDom seeking male
# Re: P: Femdom in India
# P: submissive male Washington DC metro
# Re: P: submissive male Washington DC metro
# S: Serendipity (1 to 4)
# S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Seven

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Re: C: Trample Party Girl
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 12:37:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Michele Grounded_Shield

heart wrote:

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

You might be interested in footnight(dot)com as they host parties
for foot worship and trampling across the US and I believe some
international cities.

Miss Michele

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P: FemDom seeking male
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

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 3 Feb 2009 10:31:26 -0000
From: jatin

hi

i am a male slave. my name is toomyy (doggy).. i have experience
with my girlfriend but she is not like me.. because i am a
doggy.. i have a hunger for doing these things so please contact
me mistress

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P: submissive male Washington DC metro
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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Re: P: submissive male Washington DC metro
Date: 1 Feb 2009 13:20:05 -0000
From: Loney Galey

i would like to be your sissy male maid all the time and i'd
like to do your housework and be your slut and whore and a sex
slave too.

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S: Serendipity (1 to 4)
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
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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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S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Seven
From: Shoekisser
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:48:56 +0000

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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