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Jim's Story - part ten

Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part ten

I steamed cauliflower and made a cheese sauce, and prepared
chicken patties with brown mushroom gravy and steamed onions.
The aromas were better than the food and reached their peak when
Sarah walked in.

I prepared blender cocktails with rum and bananas to welcome
Sarah (BJ's need rewards) and served them to Kathleen and Sarah.
(I had some rum in the kitchen.) The banana daiquiris were
somewhat alcoholic but tasted like a banana smoothie. The ladies
became a bit mellow.

I served the dinner, poured a generic Rhine style wine, and
stood by.

Kathleen told Sarah: "I put the poor dear into the stocks and
gave him a good beating with the strap. It broke my heart that
he earned 6 extra strokes. He tried so hard."

Sarah asked: "Did you punish him for not curtsying?"

Kathleen said: "Yes, and for arguing."

Sarah said: "Is that why you beat him?"

Kathleen said: "No, he stood in the corner for about 90 minutes
for not curtsying and drank dishwater for arguing, the soap
doesn't agree with him."

Sarah said: "Why did you beat him?"

Kathleen said: "He said that I was lovely."

Sarah said: "I see. Does he understand?"

Kathleen said: "I think so; let's give him a little test after
dinner to make sure."

Sarah said: "That's a good idea, it's best to make sure."

And I thought a test? That doesn't sound good. I made sure their
wine glasses stayed filled. I cleared the dishes, filled the
dishwasher and ran it. I drank the wine left in Kathleen's and
Sarah's glasses. That made me worry that they'll ask about it,
why do I do things like that?

Finally I entered the family room and the goddesses were
talking, I curtsied twice and stood and waited.

Sarah said: "How long was he in the stocks?"

Kathleen said: "Almost 3 hours, I feel I don't have to think
about him when I know he's completely secured."

Sarah said: "On the weekend we will have to let him work in the
office. He has to pay the bills, and he invests our money. He
spends about 10 to 12 hours."

Kathleen said: "How will I supervise him while he is doing
that?"

Sarah said: "Why don't you get some chains to put around him and
padlock it and make him come to you to unlock him."

Kathleen said: "I'll see what I have, I ordered a lot of stuff;
I'll give him a fitting tomorrow."

Sarah said to me: "Bring us some wine."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied twice.

I brought the wine and two glasses and curtsied twice.

I said: "May I pour, Miss Sara and Miss Kathleen?"

Kathleen laughing: "No, but you can pour some wine for us."

I poured.

Then Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs, they're in my room in
the usual place."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied twice. I found the handcuffs
but I wasn't happy. The rum and the wine had worn off. What were
they going to do?

I curtsied twice and placed the handcuffs on the coffee table
and stood and waited. Sarah was telling Kathleen that she had
been promoted to executive vice president. She was now the
number two person.

Kathleen said to me: "Come here and put your hands behind you."

I did and once again I was shackled.

She said: "Go sit on the floor in that corner."

I did, I was about equidistant between them.

Sarah said: "You're going to have a quiz. We're going to ask you
what you learned from the punishments Mom has given you during
the week. If you get the answer wrong, you will get twice the
punishment you had originally."

Kathleen started: "I'll make it easy for you, starting today -
Are you allowed to make overtures?"

I said: "No miss Kathleen, I am not allowed to make overtures."

Kathleen said: "When do you curtsy?"

I said: "Whenever I enter a room that is occupied by Miss Sarah
or Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "That was very good, when are you allowed to
argue?"

I said: "I'm not ever allowed to argue with Miss Sarah or Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Good, what were you punished for yesterday?"

I said: "I was punished for lusting while performing personal
services."

Kathleen said: "When are you allowed to lust?"

I said nervously: "When I'm being used sexually?"

Kathleen said: "That's good, why did I soap your mouth?"

I said: "Because I did not speak to Miss Sarah respectfully."

Kathleen said: "What did you learn, overall?"

I said: "I am here to serve Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Are you happy?"

I said: "I can't say if I'm happy, I certainly don't like being
punished, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sarah came over to me, pulled up her skirt and straddled me, and
started giving me passionate kisses. I kissed back, but I was
handcuffed.

Sarah whispered to me: "I want to make love to you, handcuffed."

I said: "Oh yes Miss Sarah."

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I lay on my back on Sarah's bed, naked and handcuffed. Sarah was
undressing and I was watching.

Sarah said: "You will pick all this up later," referring to the
clothes she was dropping on the floor. And then she was naked.

Later, Sarah was sleeping, I was still handcuffed. Neither of us
was covered. So I expected her to wake up and remove the
handcuffs.

Sarah snuggled up to me, and I wished I could put my arms around
her. We lay like that for a while. Then Sarah pushes me flat on
my back and straddles my head. I start licking. I lost count how
many times we lay cuddling then I'm licking Sarah. It was early
morning when Sarah found the keys and released me. My shoulders
were really sore.

Sarah said: "Tuck me in, then pick up my clothes, and find a
blanket, and you can sleep on the floor in the bathroom."

I said: "Yes Miss Sarah."

I picked up her and my clothes, I had the girdle and a tee
shirt, maybe the handcuffs were mine. She had a blouse,
brassiere, jacket, skirt, panties, and pantyhose, necklace, and
watch. After I put on my clothes, I hung her jacket, skirt and
blouse and put away the necklace and watch. I was attracted to
the panties and pantyhose but I was so tired and satiated that I
just put them into the laundry.

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I woke up early enough to make coffee, put the dishes away, cut
up the cantaloupe and bring coffee for Sarah and help get her
ready. After the lovemaking last night I felt eager to please
her. I waited until the last minute that she had to get up and
took her coffee. And I definitely curtsied when I came in.

I bent over and kissed her on the forehead. I was taking a
chance because she could call this an overture. But she woke up
and smiled. I gave her a hand up, her slippers were right there
and I handed her a robe, and I enjoyed the lovely view of a
naked lady.

Sarah sat on the pot, holding the coffee in both hands while I
patted her dry. She said: "This makes me look forward to
mornings."

I said: "Me too, Miss Sarah." But what I meant was that making
Sarah actually happy is what I looked forward to. I loved her so
much. But I wasn't allowed to say it.

At breakfast Sarah was delighted with yogurt and granola in a
bowl. She also had cut up cantaloupe. I helped Sarah put on her
coat as she was leaving and she gave me a hug and a long kiss
which I returned.

Next I took coffee to Kathleen. She was sleeping and I lifted a
limp hand and kissed it. She woke almost immediately. She said:
"Did you kiss my hand?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen, I did it to wake you."

She said: "That was very sweet; you can kiss me anywhere to wake
me."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Kathleen."

With that she pulled the blanket aside, and flashed her pussy
and boobs, and I think by the time she was looking at me I was
getting her slippers and robe, that's how precarious my
existence had become.

When she sat down on the toilet I handed her the coffee and she
grasped it in two hands and I thought how Sarah was like her.
She said: "After you dress me, I want a manicure and pedicure."

This was no longer new to me. She had explained how she wanted
her nails cut and polish applied. It was now easier. Today she
was sitting in yellow panties and yellow brassiere with a brown
garter belt, but no stockings.

I was kneeling at her feet, cutting and filing toenails, and
occasionally looking up. I applied the polish and amazingly
didn't get it on the carpet or on her skin. I was just
congratulating myself when she said: "Go get the book."

I brought the book and she said: "Kneel down and put the book
between my feet, you are going to write into the book how many
times you looked up while doing my nails."

I said: "I don't know how many times I looked up Miss Kathleen."

She said: "Lets call it ten times then; I think you're getting
off easy."

I said: "Thank you ma'am" and I thought I should have said four
or five instead of I don't know because evidently she didn't
either. I wrote: "Looking up at Miss Kathleen while doing her
toenails ten times."

When I finished writing she said: "Did Miss Sarah recommend
anything?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen, she didn't."

Kathleen said: "Put the stockings on."

Literally touching her, putting my face inches from her crotch,
staring at her ass, inflames me. I can feel the tension as I get
more aroused, and Kathleen is watching me and I'm slowly
unfolding the stocking as I slide it up her leg. Fastening the
back garter nearly causes me to convulse. Finally it's done and
I feign indifference hoping I'm not accused of lusting.

Kathleen says: "I think a good over the knee paddling and some
quality corner time will be adequate for staring up at my
crotch."

I can only say: "Yes, ma'am."

She pulls me up and hugs me and says: "You are a precious dear."
And she kisses me. I kiss her back and I'm startled.

She seats herself, and invites me over her knee. She is only
wearing panties, brassiere and stockings.

She says: "Let's observe the thanking and counting as we did in
the stocks, I think I will give you ten for the number of times
you looked up. Were you looking at my panties? I think you have
a fixation on panties. Remember failure to respond to each
stroke properly will get it repeated."

And almost immediately my butt exploded with pain, I kicked and
wriggled but she held me tight to her, and I remembered to thank
her and count. At stroke number six I said it was number five,
so I got six again.

Kathleen said: "You did that well, go stand and I will fasten
you in a few minutes. I have something new for you."

I went to stand next to the hook and waited.

Kathleen fastened the collar and handcuffed me. Then she placed
what looked like a poker chip against the wall in front of my
nose.

She said: "You must press against this disk and hold it up: You
only have to stand here for 50 minutes, but if you let the disk
fall, you will get 10 additional minutes. I will be in and out
and put the disk back. You could earn yourself several hours or
even all day if you repeatedly let it fall. Do you understand?"

I said, "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Now tell me what is the behavior we are correcting
that you will be thinking about while standing here?"

I said: "Looking up at you while I'm working at your feet, Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Yes, I hope you will stop that."

She left me there. It's hard to measure the pressure your nose
is applying to the disk. The tension this causes me is hard to
take. I try to relax but I can't. The time is unbearable, but as
Kathleen likes to say, I have to bear it. I don't doubt that she
will make me stand here forever if I keep dropping it. She is so
affectionate and so strict. I can hear her coming and going.
Please time move faster.

Kathleen is behind me, she said: "You haven't dropped it yet.
That's excellent. Was looking up my legs worth this punishment?"

I was confused, should I answer?

Kathleen said: "Poor boy, you don't know if you should answer
because when you're in the corner you may not speak, but if I
ask a question you may always answer."

I said: "The spanking was very painful and this disk is
unbearably tedious, but it was."

She said: "I will consider that. The next time you look up when
you are on the floor in front of me, I will raise the stakes
much higher. Have you been warned?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said, "Your 50 minutes is up, congratulations on not
dropping the disk"

She removed the handcuffs and unsnapped the collar from the ring
and used the snap to pull me to the floor and she sat down and
put my head between her knees. I was just spanked and spent an
agonizing 50 minutes staring at the wall for punishment for
looking up at her crotch. Now she is forcing me to stare at it.

Kathleen said: "You have been disciplined for peeking at my
crotch and now I'm letting you look at it. What have you to
say?"

I said: "Miss Kathleen, I am totally in your hands, you have all
the power and I have none."

She pulled on the collar's snap and pulled me up. She kissed me
then hugged me very tightly. I kissed back becoming completely
inflamed. She took the snap and dragged me down onto the floor
and said: "remove my panties."

I started to and remembered to say: "Yes ma'am."

When I got the panties down, I waited. She dragged my collar so
my face was in her pussy and I started licking. I try to make a
guppy like operation with my lips and it seems to work on her
because her hips began constricting and relaxing and finally I
felt her come. I didn't ever want to stop, and she didn't want
me to either. I kept at it for a long time until she sort of
collapsed backward and pushed my head away.

In a dreamy state Kathleen said: "Go stand by the hook."

I felt it was appropriate and said: "Yes ma'am," and went to
stand.

I wondered about my feelings about Kathleen. I was willing to
endure any punishment for the excitement she generates in me.
Okay call it lusting.

Kathleen said: "Come here."

I turned around and curtsied, and said: "Yes ma'am."

She took my collar snap and led me into the bathroom. She sat
down on the toilet and pulled me down between her legs and peed.

She said: "You may wipe."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And began patting her dry. She held the
snap and pulled me further into her pussy and I started licking.
'I've found a genuine nymphomaniac', I thought.

I lost track of time, I just kept licking, my face hurt from the
distortion, my jaws ached, but I didn't stop until she pushed me
away.

Kathleen finally got up and she pulled me along, she pulled me
onto her bed and we sort of dozed off. I wanted to hug and
cuddle her but I was afraid to.

She said I could kiss her toes and feet and work up. Licking
each toe and sucking on it then the tops of her feet and ankles
and thighs, and legs and ass, and back and neck, then she
grabbed me and we started kissing again.

Kathleen said: "I think you have chores to do."

I was disappointed but I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied.

I vacuumed, took out the trash, made Sarah's bed and I was
finished in less than an hour. I came back and Kathleen hadn't
moved. I curtsied and said: "It's lunch time Miss Kathleen, may
I be of service?"

She said: "Come and put my pants back on and finish dressing
me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I did put her panties back on, and a
skirt and blouse.

read part eleven here

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# Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
# S: Jim's Story - part nine

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
From: quitodoux
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 00:11:08 +0100

Christine wrote:

>humiliating men. I like to have my doggy slave hump something
>without using his "front paws"

Danielle wrote:

>The coffee table is a nice thing to have our worthless doggies
>hump

I smile, because the coffee table was exactly what my Lady-Owner
regularly ordered me to hump. However, She sat on the opposite
side of the table and offered Her feet as something warm to work
at. After i came, she forced me to lick each drop of the mess
which i had created. After this final service, i had to get
dressed and go home.

I wish She were still around.

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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 20:32:49 -0800 (PST)
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Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
Date: 19 Jan 2010 16:53:18 -0000
From: slaveboy - ChastityHeaven

Lady O wrote:

>a little disturbing that Aarkey reviewed the device and
>ALSO designed their website

Fair enough observation Lady O, but let me answer that he
redesigned our simple website and we gave him a device as
partial payment. Once we were happy with his redesign, we sent
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him to ensure a good review, and if you read it carefully, I
think you'll agree that he was honest and had some minor
negatives and that the review "rings" true.

He was quite skeptical that our devices were as good as I told
him, and I believe he states that in his review. "Aarkey" is a
blogger who found us just after we went public with
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We never tried to hide that fact, and if there were a conflict
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orgasmdenial and anywhere else for that matter...

(SORRY Ms Christine, I really didn't mean to leave you out, I
thought that it was a "given" that DOMestic readers would post
here)

This should demonstrate our desire to be open and accommodating
to public reviews, no one is asking you to take Aarkey's review
as "true" but to see it along other reviews in order to be able
to make up your own mind with multiple inputs from different
readers.

We feel the best advertising is word of mouth, and after a few
months of excellent feedback from dozens of customers, we
thought it wise to give a little "nudge" to some of them here,
knowing we have DOMestic readers as customers.

Sure, we've had some problems along the way, but every time
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We have customers with just about every competitors devices and
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That being said, everyone is not going to go on and on raving
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hoping we can get some acknowledgement of that fact, especially
if there are any readers here who did get a device that needed
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These are our best reviews because we already had their money
and had nothing more to gain financially from them. But we
always take care to follow through on customer service in order
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That's what I'm here to encourage, openly and honestly, and we
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I'm sure there will be some negatives along the way, but I know
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ourselves up to public scrutiny and I don't know what more we
can do except to let the free flow of information to make or
break us.

Thanks again!

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S: Jim's Story - part nine
Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part nine

The next morning, I got up early and made coffee. But what about
lusting? Where in my head do I turn it off? Maybe after I do
this for a while it will not be so overwhelming? I brought the
coffee up. Kissed the sleeping Sarah and waited.

She woke up, smiled at me, and said: "Did you curtsy when you
went out and came in?"

I was thinking about lying, but it was my wife, so I said, "No
Miss Sarah, you were sleeping."

Sarah said: "Dear Jim, you don't understand, we never said
except when we're sleeping, and besides you don't know for sure
that I was sleeping, tell mom that you forgot to curtsy and are
being tiresomely argumentative, maybe she needs to soap your
mouth more."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll tell her."

Then she got up and sipped at the coffee and told me how nice it
was to have it. Then we went into the bathroom, Sarah holding
the coffee and I attending to her. Sarah wanted a shower and
wanted me to help but wouldn't let me remove the girdle. I felt
like I was dressed in the shower and I washed all of her. I
found it thrilling to wash her legs on my knees and look up at
her and see her shape. Then stand and wash her pussy and ass and
work up her chest to her boobs. I was sort of dripping while I
dressed her, so she dismissed me to prepare her breakfast.

I had most of the food staged and put it onto the table in
seconds, and darted out to get the newspaper for her.

So here's the situation. This woman gives me a magnificent BJ,
and then bitches at me that I didn't curtsy and rats me out or
makes me confess to the superbitch. She forces me into the
shower, then decides I'm too wet to dress her. It's hard to know
where I stand.

She came down and I warmed up her coffee. I got her some ice
water. She seemed to like the granola and yogurt together. I
make a note to place it in a bowl tomorrow. When she finished, I
got her jacket and coat. I gave her a hug to see if I may kiss
her. She grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and she said:
"Jim, I love you so much."

And she went out the door.

I cleaned the kitchen. I prepared the other grapefruit half for
Kathleen, after cutting the sections I sprinkled on sugar and
cinnamon. I then took coffee for Kathleen. She was sleeping but
I curtsied anyway.

I left her sleeping, curtsied on the way out, and returned to
the kitchen to read the newspaper. I checked Kathleen and she
was up and was happy to have the coffee. And she held it while I
patted her dry.

I was not wet anymore, maybe a little damp, so Kathleen let me
dress her. Today she liked the green panties and bra, and beige
stockings and shiny brown garters. Both of us were observing if
I was lusting. Can one appreciate the feel of nylons rounding
the curves of a lady's leg as erotic without getting aroused?
Especially if you're on your knees looking straight into a bushy
crotch, or if you look up you're staring into naked boobs. I am
genetically disposed to get super aroused, but I was slightly
satiated from Sarah last night and intimidated by yesterday's
beating.

But Kathleen's sexiness won out. She said, "The strap is still
available you know?"

I said, "Yes ma'am, I'm doing my best but you are too lovely."

She slapped me, "You may not talk to me that way, I am your
Mother In Law, you don't talk to me like a girl friend."

I hung may head and said; "I'm terribly sorry Miss Kathleen."

I had gotten her stockings clipped into the garters when she
decided I was lusting. I just had to put her panties on. I did.

She said: "Get the book."

I said, "Yes ma'am." And I found the book, brought it back and
kneeled in front of her.

She said: "Write in 'Disrespectful speaking to mask bestial
lusting,' Does Sarah have any complaints?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, She said I should report that I 'failed to
curtsy and and was tiresomely argumentative and you should soap
my mouth more' but oh please Miss Kathleen, ma'am, no soap."

Kathleen said, "I'm sorry Jim, but I didn't think these
punishments were something that required your approval. Please
write what Sarah requested. I have a responsibility to see that
her wishes are carried out."

I wrote. Then Kathleen asked for the book.

Kathleen said: "I have a new device that I think you will find
effective. We can conduct several punishments at once." Kathleen
continued, "All in good time, how about a blouse and skirt for
me and then breakfast."

I was becoming afraid. What was she going to do? I quickly said:
"Yes ma'am, what may I get you?"

Kathleen said, "Skip it for now, let's have breakfast, then we
will settle our accounts, and then you can finish dressing me."

I said, "Yes ma'am." Then I curtsied and walked into the
kitchen. Poured some coffee, straightened everything and waited
for Miss Kathleen.

When Kathleen came in, I curtsied and said: "What may I get you
Miss Kathleen?"

She saw the grapefruit and the coffee and the newspaper and
cooed "You are so thoughtful, Jim. Let me see, do you have
English muffins?" she asked.

I said: "Yes ma'am, may I toast a couple for you?"

She said, "Yes, and butter them for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I toasted the muffins and buttered them
and put them on a plate and brought jam, and peanut butter. Then
I filled a glass with ice and water and brought it.

Kathleen said: "This is very nice Jim, come here for a kiss."

I bent down and got a kiss on my lip. I gently returned it but
it felt electric, I wanted to tell her how sexy she was but I
knew the best thing to do is not to say anything.

Kathleen said: "Put soapy water into the sink and put these
dishes into it to soak."

I said; "Yes ma'am." I was going to do that anyway. She walked
out and I curtsied.

Kathleen returned and I curtsied.

She said, "Let me show you this ingenious gag. It has this
little hole in the top and a plug for it. I will remove the plug
and fill it with the nice soapy water in the sink. Then I will
plug the top. There are a few very tiny holes in the bottom, the
holes are so tiny, that nothing comes out, but if I squeeze the
ball you see the fluid coming out. You will experience all this.
Lets put it on, when you are finished here you can report to my
room." She then placed the ball in my mouth and fastened it in
the back.

I didn't have a chance to say anything. I could taste the
soapiness of the outside of the gag and I felt a trickle of soap
run down my throat. In the nick of time I turned and curtsied.

I finished wiping and scraping off the food on the dishes, put
them into the dishwasher and hurried to Kathleen's room. I
curtsied but couldn't talk so I kneeled in front of her, sitting
in green panties and bra and garter and stockings, in the chair
where I was first spanked by her.

She said: "Stand by the hook, hands behind you." And she
handcuffed me.

She said: "Your initial term is one hour, any movement will
increase that. I want you to know you will get a dose of the
strap later today, and if you move now I will increase the
number of strokes you get later. I'm going to sit and watch you.
Please remember the soap is trying to help you with tiresome
arguing, and the standing still is to remind you to curtsy. I
expect you to show appreciation for the effort I'm taking to
correct your behavior."

I couldn't talk; I'm not allowed to move.

Talking to myself: "I'm being punished because I didn't curtsy
to a sleeping person and because I pointed out how absurd it was
to curtsy to a sleeping person. And why am I getting a strapping
in the stocks? So is she really there behind me, sitting regally
in green undies, I guess the roles are correct, I wouldn't make
her stand here with the awful soap dripping into her mouth. I
would do anything for her. How could I have fallen in love with
someone 25 years older than me?"

It is totally silent, not even the ticking of a clock.

I can hear her moving now, she went into the bathroom. I heard
the flush, maybe she's back. I'm getting sore in strange places
from standing rigidly still. "I will curtsy to the damn
refrigerator from now on and I won't argue."

Finally I felt her removing the handcuffs, I waited though.

A minute or more went by and she said: "You may come and kneel
down in front of me."

I did, and she leaned forward, her boobs on either side of my
head, and reached around and unsnapped the hook holding the gag
in place, and removed the gag from my mouth.

She said: "What have you to say?"

I said; "I thank you for taking the time to punish me to improve
my behavior."

She said: "What else?"

I said: "I will curtsy at all times and never argue."

She took my head in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips. I
kissed back. I was on fire with desire for her. But she pushed
my head away.

She said: "Were you impressed with the clever gag ball?"

I said: "Yes ma'am that was terrible, I have a tummy ache from
the soap and I have a sore throat."

She said: "You poor little baby, I didn't want to be so severe,
I remember you don't like soap. Maybe I can think of other foul
substances to use, if the event requires it. Now you have chores
to do and we have a correction session afterwards. So you better
get working."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtsied when I left her bedroom.

I vacuumed, emptied the trash and took it out, emptied the
dishwasher, filled it from morning dishes. I dusted, looked
under furniture for dust, and finished in under 90 minutes. Then
I curtsied at Kathleen's doorway and said: "I'm finished with
the house chores." I wanted to add 'ma'am' I was in such a state
of subservience to this woman.

She said, "Strip and put yourself into the stocks, I'll be with
you in a moment."

I fastened the foot straps, and lay my head and hands into the
lower frame. And waited. It turned out to be a long 'moment.'

She came in and closed the top so my head and hands were
imprisoned. She fastened the waist strap and checked the ankle
straps. She moved away and came back with the strap and told me
to hold it in my mouth.

She said: "Hold this strap, it's sort of a gag, if you drop it
you will get five extra strokes. I advise you not to drop it.
The reason you are here is you made an overture to me that was
most unwelcome. You may not make overtures to Sarah or to me.
You may serve us as earnestly as you want, in fact we demand
that you do. But you may not ask, propose or in any way make
overtures. We can use you sexually. We can love you, but all you
can do back is to serve harder. Think about those points while
you are restrained here. I will be back in a while."

Once again I couldn't talk. She closed the blinds and pulled the
curtains closed so I was in a darkened room. She closed the door
and I presume she went out.

This is a bit extreme for me just saying I loved her. Did I say
that? Will I get this for hugging Sarah? I hope it won't be too
hard, but it will probably be harder; I'm actually scared. Oh
please Miss Kathleen. I wanted to get it over with. I'm hoping
an earthquake will happen and swallow me up. Finally the door
opens and she comes in, she's wearing lingerie again.

She takes the strap out of my mouth and she has a towel and
wipes the dripping saliva from my face and the strap.

She says: "Some authorities recommend oiling or wetting a strap
for best effect."

I don't know if I'm to answer.

Then she says: "Have you no comment about that?"

"I find your strap very effective as it is, Miss Kathleen," I
said.

She says: "You will thank me and count the strokes, the stroke
will not count if you fail."

Before I can say "Yes ma'am" I receive a zinger and I scream and
say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, one," and immediately another one
lands even harder than the first, god it hurts, I scream:
"Please, thank you Miss Kathleen, two." And I'm breathing real
hard and another hard one lands, I scream: "God Please, thank
you Miss Kathleen, three."

She lands another one before I finish three, and says: "This one
is three, I recommend you stick to the required recitation
because there might not be enough time."

I'm crying now but I manage: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, three."

She says, "I hate to see you earn extra strokes, so be careful."

This went on, I don't know exactly how many strokes I got or how
many were extra but I don't ever want to experience that again.
She left me sobbing, after a very long time she came back with
Kleenex and wiped my nose and the tears in my eyes and left me
for another long time.

It had gotten dark outside and she came into the room, turned on
the light and released me. She helped me get my balance to
release the leg restraints, and watched me get my girdle back
on.

She said: "What have you learned waiting and thinking all this
time?"

I said: "I will never make overtures to you or Miss Sarah, Miss
Kathleen." I almost forgot to address her with the Miss.

She then hugged me and gave me a kiss on the lips that I was
sort of reluctant to return. She said: "If I kiss you, you may
kiss back." She took my head and kissed me again and I kissed
her back as if we were lovers. She said: "You better start
making dinner; Sarah is due home in less than an hour."

I thought 'who was the cause of making me late?' She really left
me in the stocks a long time after the hard beating.

( Part 10 on the DOMestic blog this evening )

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