DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Date: 27 Feb 2010 20:48:44 -0000
From: Bobi

Would like to find out about a device (shock collar) that can be
locked onto the genitals for training.

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Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2010 10:06:09 -0500
From: bedroom sub

Thank you Ms Christine and David,

After downloading the Fem Dom Manuals I am so tempted to read
the document instead of giving it to my wife without review.

I wonder if you can help or suggest a training guide that fits
our situation.

My needs are one of my wife controlling solely in the bed room
and a release for the stress of day to day dominance I must
execute in "the real world"

Surely there are many like us. The woman enjoys having her man
be somewhat the dom in real life yet the man needs the release
of submission.

Perhaps it's an impossible dream. I don't see my wife of 29
years moving into the full femdom world (but we can hope) as
it's just not "in her" but I hope that her love for me will
allow her to explore these traits and find some joy and a little
control.

Is this the impossible dream? Perhaps so, and I'm ok with that -
after all just plain denial is half of teasing and denial (wink)

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From: nuked potatoes - "Darryl Ducharme"
Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 06:13:42 -0700

Hi Ms Christine and David,

Of course i am wrong to say "there are no dominant Women"...

However it would seem with this interest in cuckolding, the
Woman desires a Man.

i can go on and on but i won't.

nuked potatoes

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Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:54:25 -0500
From: randolphus

Bill's Warning - part two
first part linked here

Darlene said: "I called your cell today around 11:00 AM, and it
said it couldn't locate your phone. Then I called your
dispatcher. She said she didn't know where you were. I asked if
you weren't supposed to let her know where you are. She said you
were supposed to but you don't."

I said: "I don't know why she doesn't know, half the time she
sends me where I'm going."

Darlene said: "I want you to make sure she knows where you are
at all times. Think of it this way: I'm giving you permission to
visit clients as long as Linda knows where you are going, if she
doesn't know, you don't have permission."

I said: "Do I have to ask your permission to see clients?"

Darlene said: "I just said if Linda knows where you are you have
permission. If she doesn't you don't. I've explained it twice
and I'm getting impatient."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene, I understand, I will make sure
Linda knows where I am at all times."

Darlene said: "I think you just like to argue. Maybe from now
on, I will explain things to you when I have you naked and tied
down, and I have a cane in my hand. I'll bet you would argue
less."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I decided to not have the last word.

She said: "Please address her as Miss Linda from now on."

That was so outrageous, I recomposed what I was going to say
four or five times and finally I just said: "Yes ma'am."

The next day, I met with Linda, excuse me Miss Linda. I asked
her how she would like to be informed about my whereabouts.

She said: "Your wife says she wants me to know exactly where you
are at all times. So here are the rules. You call me when you
want to leave the office or leave a customer. If you don't reach
me you don't leave."

I said: "Sometimes I'm in a hurry, can't I leave you a voice
mail or e-mail or text you?"

She said: "We decided that wasn't good enough. Do you remember
playing mother may I?"

I said: "But that was a game."

She said: "I'm keeping track how many times you don't 'Ma'am'
and 'Miss' and I'm going to tell your wife."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda, but I was just trying to
understand."

She said: "She also wanted to know if you argued with me. Are
you arguing with me?"

I said: "No ma'am, I'm trying to learn what your instructions to
me are."

She said: "It's simple. You let me know where you're going and
how long it will take, if I don't tell you you can go, then you
wait."

I said: "How do I know how long it will take?"

Linda said: "I'm going to tell Darlene you are arguing. You
estimate it and call me if it changes."

Linda said: "So far I have seven missed 'ma'ms', you only
addressed me as Miss Linda once out of eight times and you keep
arguing. Don't you have anything better to do?"

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda, thank you for the information."

She said: "I understand you will be a lot sorrier tonight."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and left.

Later she called me: "You should leave now for Lansing and
Miller law, its 8:30 I expect you will be there by 9:00."

I said: "Thank you Miss Linda."

She said: "Remember to call me before you leave them."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That night I knew that Darlene had gotten a report from Linda
and I was going to get lectured or worse. I, in hindsight, know
it was stupid, but I thought if I could convince Darlene how
unworkable this was, she would be reasonable.

She was already home, so I knelt where she was sitting. I should
have known how much trouble I was in by how long I had to kneel
before she talked to me.

She said: "What do you want?"

I said: "Miss Darlene my work is too dynamic to be tied down to
a dispatcher."

Darlene retorted: "Bill, I'm trying to control where you are.
Don't you want to be under my control?"

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene, I do want to be under your
control;" and here my house of cards argument collapses.

She said: "If you are under my control, isn't it important for
me to know where you are."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Don't you think it was nice of Linda to agree to help
me."

I said: "Yes Miss Darlene it was very nice of Miss Linda to
help;" one of the consequences of being married to a lawyer is
you don't win too many arguments.

Darlene said: "But Bill, you were not very respectful to Linda
were you?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Darlene said: "I gave you an order to respect her didn't I?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Which of our rules did you break."

I said: "I broke rule one Miss Darlene."

She said: "Is that an important rule."

I said: "Yes ma'am, it's a very important rule."

She said: "I think you're up to twenty-five strokes and one hour
for breaking rule one, do you regret having been rude to Linda?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'm very sorry."

Darlene said: "Fix dinner for me. You may not eat anything as
part of your punishment."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I will get a beating that will hurt like hell and probably an
outrageous amount of time in the corner. Been there, done that.
Don't sulk. I told myself. When Darlene gets into her righteous
mood, she could easily decide that I have a bad attitude and
pile on more punishment.

I fixed something Darlene especially liked. From where she was
sitting she could see that I had set the table for her. I went
over and knelt and waited. At moments like this my patience
grinds, she was doing nothing; and I had to wait.

Dinner pleased her and when she finished I removed her plate and
cleared the table.

She said: "Bring the strap and the gag and lay across the
chair."

I pulled down my pants and laid across the back of the chair.
She fastened the handcuffs and put the gag in my mouth and
fastened its strap.

She said: "This is not a complicated matter, I gave you an order
and you ignored it. You understood it, you argued but you
elected to ignore rule one. I can't tolerate you neglecting our
constitution which you signed."

She stopped talking to focus all her strength into the stroke,
which made me tip the chair forward. It felt like a slice was
taken out of my butt. I heard her grunt from the effort.

She said: "I didn't think I would be whipping you like this
months into our relationship."

Then I got another mighty whack. Then several more, each it
seemed with maximum energy. I could hear her straining and
breathing hard.

She said: "You can't pick and choose which rules you will obey
and which you won't"

Then another, and another, each delivered with grunts. She was
working herself into a rage and taking it out on my backside.
She paused for a second; I think to catch her breath.

Then another stroke and another one: she said: "Your reasons for
not carrying out my order are stupid and chauvinistic."

Then several more and it was finally over. She put the strap on
the table and left me fastened to the chair. A little while
later she came back and unlocked the handcuffs and removed the
strap from around my waist.

She said: "Instead of putting you into the corner and let your
mind wander over who knows what, You may sit in a comfortable
chair here at the table and write rule number one four hundred
times; that way I'll know what you're thinking about."

I said: "Yes ma'am.

It took me almost two hours to write "When Darlene gives me an
order, I do it right away and say yes ma'am" four hundred times,
it filled both sides of six sheets of paper. I took the sheets
and knelt next to Darlene who was watching television. I was
being ignored but I so much loved this woman. I started kissing
her feet.

She took the sheets from me. I looked up. She said: "I didn't
say stop kissing." I resumed kissing, then I rose up and kissed
the back of her neck, she leaned forward to give me better
access. That was encouraging.

She said I could remove her stockings and panties. I did and
started kissing her thighs; I tried not to go to fast. She was
so sexy; I just wanted to keep her warm, then she pulled on my
hair and my face was buried in her pussy.

She came very quickly but I kept going and after a longer time
she came again, by then my hands were holding on to her ass and
I didn't want to let go but she pushed me away.

She said: "That was very nice. Put the toys away and pick up my
underwear."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was feeling very horny. I wanted her so
badly.

I put the straps and gag away, in the morning I'll clean them.
Then I picked up her panties and pantyhose and went into the
bedroom where I put them into the hamper. Then I picked up her
jacket and skirt which she dropped on the floor and hung them
up.

The next morning I sat in front of Linda's desk and apologized
for arguing with her. She said: "Did you get punished because of
what I told your wife?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Linda said: "What did she do?"

I didn't want to answer but after last night: I thought I'd
better; I said: "She whipped me and made me write sentences Miss
Linda."

Linda said: "How did she whip you?"

I said: "With a strap, ma'am."

Linda said: "Describe how you were punished, I don't want to
drag it out piecemeal."

I said: "I was fastened to the back of a chair and I got about
twenty strokes of a strap, it hurt like hell. I was gagged. Then
I had to write four hundred times 'I will do what I'm told and
say yes ma'am, Miss Linda'."

Linda said: "Do you still have the lines you wrote?"

I said: "I don't know ma'am."

She said: "Bring them to me if you have them."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I resolved if they weren't shredded yet
they would be.

When I got home, Darlene said: "Linda wants to see the nice work
you did writing rule one four hundred times. I'm sending them to
her, please deliver them. I think Linda deserves the same rule
one courtesy you show me."

I said: "Miss Darlene are you saying I have to do whatever
another woman tells me?"

She said: "Take your pants down and lean over the chair and we
will continue this discussion."

I decided I'd better do it. I leaned over the chair with a naked
butt.

Darlene said: "I told you to further respect Linda by doing what
she tells you and saying yes ma'am. What is your response?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Was that difficult?"

I said: "No ma'am, but what if her commands contradict yours?"

She said: "Then I will revoke my order. Look Bill, I don't
normally explain everything because I shouldn't have to and when
I want your opinion I will ask for it, but since you have
assumed such a lovely vulnerable position I will explain this
time. I only have you for a few hours every day. Linda has you
for a longer time. I want you to be totally under women's
control. Linda is responsible and we hold similar views and I
trust her. We're doing it for your benefit. Now aren't you
ashamed for making such a fuss?"

I said; "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Stay there for half an hour and think about the
unnecessary stress you created for me and what a sweet wife you
have who explained everything instead of punishing you, when
your sentence is up, you may fix dinner for us."

After last night I risked a lot objecting. But it's outrageous
having to obey Linda, I didn't marry her. Then I thought about
what to fix for dinner because Darlene said fix dinner for us.

The next morning was difficult for me. I visited Linda and
handed over the lines I had written. She examined them and put
them into her desk.

I said: "What are you going to do with them?"

She said: "I'm keeping them, and speak to me politely or you'll
be writing a lot more."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda.:

She said: "That was better, now I want to see your pantyhose."

I was trapped. I pulled down my pants. She took a picture with
her phone.

She said: "I want to see your chastity device, pull down your
pants. NOW."

I pulled them down and she took a picture. Linda in two minutes
took control of me.

Linda said: "One of the things that has irritated me about you,
is you keep looking at my boobs. From now on, you don't look at
my boobs at all ever. If you walk in here with shades I'll
assume you're looking at my boobs."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I don't even remember looking at her boobs, I couldn't say if
they were large or anything. But now I wanted to look. I won't,
I don't want trouble.

Linda said: "The deal is that you have to do what I tell you.
Make life easy on yourself and just obey. If you don't, I can
create misery for you in different ways. Are we clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That morning I took a call at a manufacturing company that had
thirty workstations and I upgraded their primary application and
I had to visit each workstation. So it was 11:30 when I was
about to leave. I called Linda to report I was leaving. She said
she wanted me to stop at Taco Bell, which was on my way back,
and she gave me her order. I picked up the food and napkins and
extra salsa and stuff because I didn't know what she liked. I
delivered it to her and spread a napkin on her lap and on her
desk and took out the food and placed it for her on her desk. I
avoided looking at her so I wouldn't be looking at her boobs. I
wanted her to know that I was happy to do things for her. Maybe
she will put in a good word with Darlene.

Linda said: "I want you to look at my mouse, it keeps skipping."

I said: "I will do that for you when I can sit at your desk,
Miss Linda."

She said: "Wait until I finish my lunch."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I will log my call and come back."

She said: "You may do that."

I examined her mouse and it needed replacing. I told her I
wanted to go to our hardware supplier and she approved it.

I installed a new large LCD monitor and optical mouse which I
purchased. Linda liked what I had done.

She said: "Didn't we have the mouse in stock?"

I said: "We do, but I wanted to buy you a present."

She said: "And the monitor?"

I said: "It's bigger and brighter than the CRT that you had. I
made a personal decision that it should be upgraded so that's a
small gift also."

She said: "Are you trying to gain favor with me."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but not that only, I want you to know that I
appreciate you helping Darlene control me. I subscribe to the
program."

Linda said: "I'm confused, Darlene is your mistress, you're the
slave, and now I get to do what I want with you, and you're
grateful?"

I said: "I got into this with Darlene voluntarily."

She said: "You did it to get into her pants."

I said: "That is also true."

She said: "So where do we stand?"

I said: "I agree to do whatever you tell me, I will address you
as Miss Linda, and you don't have to do anything."

She said: "Than why did you give me all the fuss."

I said: "I'm sorry about all that, I've changed my mind."

She said: "You mean your wife changed your mind"

I said: "Of course."

After that I did lots of errands for Miss Linda. Every morning I
clean her keyboard and desk but it hasn't gotten more personal
than that. Linda talks to Darlene almost every day.

Later in the week, I was fixing Dinner and Darlene said I had a
run in my pantyhose. I said I'll put on a new pair.

Darlene said: "I told you not to get runs in them. Which rule
did you break?"

I said: "I think it's rule number one, but Miss Darlene, it's
somewhat beyond my control."

Darlene said: "You were just careless; part of the lesson of
wearing pantyhose is how careful you have to be at all times to
not snag them. I warned you that you would get punished for
running them. So you don't get any dinner and you will go over
the chair after dinner and after you clean up."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was really hungry and the aroma of sauteing onions had me
salivating. I fixed dinner and served it to Darlene. I tried to
look penitent, but Darlene just looked angry and determined. She
liked the food okay, but it didn't seem to help my case.

After dinner with my pantyhose and underpants around my ankles
and my wrists handcuffed to the chair, I listened to Darlene
work herself up about the great sin I committed by snagging my
pantyhose.

She said: "Putting pantyhose on you was to subdue your behavior,
but the only thing that affects your behavior is this strap."

That was the first time I heard any of that.

She slashed four or five times and she grunted with each stroke.
It was unbearably painful.

She said: "I expect you to show care after I have warned you."

Then five more hard strokes: I would have been begging her to
stop or ease up but I was gagged.

Having trouble with her breathing she said: "You have developed
a belief that you don't have to do what I tell you. We can't go
on like that."

I got five more terrible strokes. I could hear the anger in her
voice. But what got my attention was the pain she was causing
me. It was hard not to struggle and maybe turn over the chair or
something, it was agonizing.

She said: "You will learn to obey every instruction I give you."

I got five or six more awful strokes. I tried to push the gag
out so I could scream but my tongue wasn't strong enough. And it
was over because she dropped the strap on the table.

She put a wet towel on my behind and another one for the backs
of my legs. It felt soothing, the throbs of pain mellowed. She
caressed my head and planted a kiss on my forehead. She unlocked
the handcuffs and removed the gag and strap holding me to the
chair. I went to my knees and kissed her feet.

She said: "Get up."

I did and she hugged me and I hugged back. She said: "You got
such a hard beating for running your pantyhose. I ran mine today
also."

I said: "I'll try not to run the next pair because I know what
to expect if I do."

She said: "You've learned your lesson but your punishment is not
over."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene said: "Corner in a dark room for an evil boy."

I brought Darlene the handcuffs and collar. She put them on me
and led me to the corner in the bed room and snapped me to the
hook. She closed the door and left me. The pain from the
strapping was abating. She didn't say how long I had to stand
here. I could barely hear the TV dialog. Concentrating on it
made the time seem to move faster.

The worst part is I really didn't know what caused the run. I
didn't know what I could do to avoid a run in the future. Each
time I violate the same rule, Darlene bumps up the punishment.
Running pantyhose is right up there with sins like not doing
chores or ignoring requests.

A few days after the run in the pantyhose; I fixed dinner and
Darlene enjoyed the food, and I cleaned up and knelt in front of
Darlene and said: "Miss I would like a change in our
constitution."

Darlene said: "You may not make such a request, but I'm
interested in what you have in mind."

I said: "I would like you to distinguish failure due to
inability or happenstance different from disobedience. I'm not
suggesting that I shouldn't be punished in either case but there
is a difference;" I would have given examples but she's a lawyer
and she can understand.

She said: "Why should I care?"

I said: "You have a policy of increasing the punishment for each
repeated occurrence of a violation of a rule. That policy is a
good deterrent to prevent repeated offenses against a rule. But
rule number one says to me that I will do what you tell me,
there is no guarantee that I will be able to, no matter how hard
I try. Trying and failing is not the same as not trying."

She said: "I will consider the matter. This is about the run in
the pantyhose?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Does it have to do with me telling you I ran mine
also."

I said: "No ma'am, not at all." I said: "May I make an example."

She said: "Go ahead."

I said: "You say wash the floor, and I say yes ma'am and wash
the floor, but you see that I missed a spot. I consider that
unacceptable and accept the consequence. But compare that to:
You say wash the floor and I say I don't want to. Are those two
the same thing?"

She said: "I will consider your concerns. Meanwhile I think
you're worried about running your pantyhose. I think it's good
you're worried, that's why you were strapped."

I said: "Thank you, ma'am."

Darlene added rule eleven to our constitution. I will always
strive for excellence. Darlene demands maximum effort. She will
decide if it was made.

Once again I may have asked for the wrong thing. Darlene has
taken to making sure the cleaning is perfect. I have given
Darlene license to spank me for virtually anything. Recently its
been for squeezing too many brassieres into a drawer making it
impossible for her to remove only one, the kitchen counter was
wet, there were too many opened bottles in the refrigerator, one
of her shoes had a broken buckle discovered when she was putting
it on; such offences occur about once per week.

Darlene has decided that the punishment for rule eleven should
be based on each kind of failure. Wet kitchen sink only increase
with wet kitchen sink, etc. So she has made life a little less
nerve racking. I mind an across the knee paddling less than one
of her marathon strappings.

A few nights later, Darlene told me after dinner that I will be
staying with one of the law partners of her firm. Darlene said:
"Your training has progressed so well, I don't want it to
regress. Francine has been a very good friend to me and she is
willing to supervise you while I'm in New York."

I said: "Miss Darlene may I ask questions?"

She said: "I have to take a deposition on a case I'm working on.
I told Francine how we were coming along and that I didn't want
to go because you have made so much progress, and Francine,
please call her Miss Francine, said you could stay with her."

I said: "I have never met her."

Darlene said: "You will of course meet her. She will maintain
the same environment we have here. You will fix breakfast and
dinner; you will clean her apartment, and do whatever she tells
you. I'm lending her our toys so she will discipline you if it's
necessary and of course she will tell me everything that
happens. I expect you to make me proud."

Darlene said: "I expect a proper rule number one response from
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Darlene."

She said: "I considered restraining you while I was gone but you
couldn't go to work and if I was delayed, I don't know what I
would have done. So this is an ideal solution."

I said: "Miss Darlene, do I have to wear the pantyhose while I'm
staying with Miss Francine?"

Darlene said: "Yes of course, this is not a vacation for you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Normally we are very chatty couple but at dinner that night
almost nothing was said.

read part three here

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Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twelve - Jim's not so welcome home

Kathleen said: "Let's go Jim, I have all your stuff here." Then
Kathleen asked: "Are they very strict here?"

I said: "Not as strict as you are Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen squeezed my arm and said: "I understand you were beaten
and spanked twice. What did you do to deserve that?"

I realized Kathleen probably had access to everything so I said:
"Because of that signing incident I got a demerit, then when the
instructor came into the room, I didn't greet her along with
everyone else, I got a demerit, then one of the staff said I
looked at her while I was shampooing her. I got a very hard
strapping for that."

Kathleen asked about the other demerits.

I told her I got one demerit for missing a problem on a quiz,
but I didn't know why I got the others.

Kathleen said: "I will call Ms. Schmid and find out why."

I said: "I think I was framed by one of the staff who wanted to
spank me."

Kathleen said: "She just wanted to spank you?"

I said: "She made me do other services."

Kathleen said: "What services?"

I said: "Dressing and undressing, and toilet services. They
seemed to know I had been trained."

Kathleen said: "I figure you will get a really good beating when
we get home. I haven't heard any Miss or ma'am. But I will
really give you something to remember if you don't tell me
exactly what happened, now."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Kathleen. I spent a considerable amount
of time on my knees in front of two of the staff."

Kathleen said: "Just wait until Sarah, hears this. I wouldn't
want to be you when she gets a cane in her hand."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

We were almost home at that point. I jumped out of the car when
we pulled up and opened the door for Miss Kathleen. I actually
curtseyed.

When we got inside Kathleen told me to put away the contents of
the bag and then report to her. I was still overjoyed to be
home. I knew it was going to be difficult.

I went to Miss Kathleen's bedroom and curtseyed at the door. She
had taken off her skirt and blouse and pointed to the stocks.
She looked so hot, I fastened my ankles and leaned over the bar
and put my head and hands on the lower support. She fastened the
top. She fastened the belt. Then she unlocked the chain and
pulled my girdle down. She pulled the curtains closed. Turned
off the light, closed the door and went out.

After my joy at being home cooled somewhat because of the pain
in my shoulders and hunger and thirst, and having been in the
stocks for nearly two hours, Kathleen came in and said: "I
haven't decided your punishment yet. So don't think that this
beating is going to be it. But I think you deserve this. Do you
remember the spanking rules?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen."

I don't think Kathleen had ever struck me with the venom she
expressed with her strap. I screamed: "Thank you Miss Kathleen
one stroke."

The belt bit into my skin and wrapped around to cut my sides. I
didn't think I could take too many of these. I screamed again:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen, two strokes."

She moved to the other side, and I could hear her grunting with
the effort, but I knew that if I didn't count I would get it
again, but how can I keep taking this. "Thank you Miss Kathleen,
three strokes."

After I screamed "twenty strokes", Kathleen said: "I'd like to
give you two hundred, but I'm leaving it to Sarah." She turned
off the lights and left me.

I was sniffling if not crying. I had never been beaten like
that. I felt like parts of me were broken. I was sore, from my
waist to half way down my leg, my shoulders were sore. And I was
even more hungry and thirsty.

Several more hours later Sarah had come home and she and
Kathleen came to visit me. Sarah had a cane in her hand. I said:
"Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen, may I talk?"

Sarah said: "Go ahead."

I said: "I realize what I did was not good and I deserve to be
punished and I am at your mercy and I'm not asking for leniency.
I beg you to understand that I was chained. I had a collar, a
woman held a leash attached to the collar, and I was handcuffed.
That woman had the key to the chains and the handcuffs."

Sarah said: "Very well, hold this cane in your mouth. We're
going out to dinner and we will discuss what to do with you. It
would be a bad idea to drop the cane."

The lights went out and I hung there: forlorn, in pain, hungry
and thirsty. And I'll be here a lot longer, and probably get a
lot sorer I thought. I tried to doze but the discomfort kept
intruding.

It was much later when the goddesses returned. Because the cane
was in my mouth, moisture kept dripping out, and there was a
little puddle under me, of course the cane was wet.

Sarah said: "I think he's still somewhat obedient."

Kathleen said: "Give him a good beating and let's leave him
here."

Sarah said: "You're getting twenty-five hard strokes from this
cane. You will thank me and count each stroke or you will get it
again. Are you ready?"

What if I said no?

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Sarah"

Then thwack! I really screamed: "Thank you Miss Sarah, one
stroke."

Thwack! I had barely finished counting: "I can't take it Thank
you Miss Sarah, two strokes."

Sarah said: "Are you surprised that it hurts. We can all share
the pain."

Thwack:

I screeched: "Thank you Miss Sarah, three strokes."

I discovered I could take an even higher level of pain. When
Sarah was finished, I was so happy the stroking had stopped,
that I nearly forgot Kathleen's suggestion of leaving me here. I
hung there and muttered: "Thank you Miss Sarah, thank you Miss
Sarah," for a minute.

Meanwhile they left and turned off the lights.

I must have fallen asleep. It wasn't morning yet, but the air
was cold. Kathleen was in her bed asleep. I was numb. My limbs
no longer had feeling. I started to flex what little I could and
I felt the sting of the blood flowing back in. Will I ever get
out of this? I tried to go back to sleep. Should I beg Kathleen
to let me out?

I decided to be a martyr. The more punishment I got the more I
would be forgiven, I reasoned. I kept telling myself it will be
over. Can they stay mad at me forever? But the most important
point was: what was my responsibility in a situation like that?
The only guilt I had was that I did not mind bringing those
ladies off. I guess I deserve what I get, but I'll take ten
times as much for them to be happy with me again.

So I waited, and waited. I deserve to be sore, hungry and
thirsty I thought; I'm doing it for Sarah and Kathleen.

Kathleen woke up. And oh my God, she was naked. She got up and
released the latch holding the top frame, my neck and arms could
move, and she released the waist strap. I undid the ankle straps
and waited for her instructions. She said: "Find my robe."

I was so happy: "Yes ma'am."

The room was a mess, but I saw the robe and I got it and put it
on her. She went to the toilet and I was right there on my
knees. I would have licked it all up if she wanted me to. But I
just patted her dry. It was only two weeks ago she showed me
how.

Kathleen said: "Did you enjoy your night in the stocks?"

I said: "If you begin to forgive me, I will say it was a
wonderful night."

Kathleen said: "Consider it a down payment."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "I want a bath, I want my hair washed, I want to
be dressed, and I want this room cleaned, this house vacuumed,
and dinner cooked."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I bathed her, I never felt so much love and tenderness, and I
wondered if my shampooing expertise benefited her. I dressed her
as if I had been doing it for years. Fastening her garters was
still a thrilling experience.

I made her breakfast and stood at attention while she ate it. I
stood very close to her and I felt kinship form again.

While she read the newspaper and drank more coffee, I cleaned
her room, scrubbed the bathtub, sink, and toilet, polished the
mirrors, vacuumed, hung up her clothes, very carefully sniffed
her panties and put them into the hamper.

I came into the kitchen and curtsied and stood awaiting
instructions. She finished reading something. Kathleen said:
"I'm going into the family room; I want you to find the
punishment book and bring it to me."

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

I found the book and kneeled in front of her and offered the
book to her. She told me to write into the book that I committed
adultery. I wrote what she said; I looked up at her and realized
too late, that I wasn't allowed to. So I wrote that I looked up
when I was kneeling in front of her.

I handed the book back to Kathleen. She said that there were
more chores to do but after the chores, the remainder of the
morning and afternoon would be to settle our accounts.

I got busy. I did in Sarah's bedroom (it used to be OURS) what I
had done in Kathleen's. Then I did the kitchen, straightened
everywhere and vacuumed everywhere. I was so eager to place
myself in Kathleen's hands that I didn't dust or change linens,
but all that will wait.

I went to Kathleen's room, and curtseyed and went in and stood
waiting for instructions.

Kathleen said I could remove her blouse and skirt. I did and
hung them up. Then she motioned me back to the stocks, and I
fastened my ankles. She came over right away and fastened my
waist and lowered the top frame and locked it.

She said: "You will go into the stocks every day after chores
and receive various whippings. Today it will be a progressing
beating with paddles, straps and canes."

Miss Kathleen said: "We will start with this wooden paddle. You
may know it already." And the paddle smacked into my butt with a
loud report, but I was day-dreaming,

Kathleen said, "who's counting, here comes the first stroke."

I said: "thank you Miss Kathleen, that's one stroke." I never
realized women could be so exacting.

She kept me counting and I got thirty actual whacks but the
count was twenty-five. Then I had to wait an hour.

Kathleen held the cane Sarah had used to torture me. Kathleen
outdid Sarah, I heard her make little grunts. I counted 20 of
those but I got 22 or 23. I was blubbering when she finished.

She came back an hour later with a strap that was doubled over.
I counted 25 of those but I know I got more than 30. I had
trouble controlling myself. I had the hiccups, my nose was
running and I was sobbing.

An hour later she returned with a riding crop. I got to 15 of
those but I lost count, I couldn't remember Kathleen's name and
she took mercy, I probably got 20.

I waited another hour and Kathleen released me. She half carried
me to her bed. She later told me I had become delirious and kept
begging her to stop beating me. She let me recover on her bed.

I fixed dinner and I was so happy they let me serve. Kathleen
said: "You may clear the table, after you clean the kitchen,
report to us in the family room."

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen." I hurried through the chores and
went into the family room. I curtseyed twice.

Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs and the book."

I said; "Yes ma'am;" And curtseyed twice.

I returned, curtseyed twice and handed the handcuffs and book
over. Kathleen handcuffed my hands behind me and pointed to the
corner where I went and sat on the floor.

Sarah said: "We have been discussing your punishment for
betraying us."

Kathleen said: "You will go on a subsistence diet for one week.
And when you are not working you will be placed into the stocks
and receive various beatings. You will sleep with restraints on
the floor."

Sarah said: "We will let you do your chores, but to enforce the
diet, you will wear a gag when not under supervision."

Sarah said: "You may speak."

I said: "I will gladly take any punishment to be forgiven."

Sarah said: "We haven't discussed forgiveness yet. Next week we
will talk again."

Kathleen said: "During this period you will always wear a
collar. Also any punishment you earn will be doubled."

I quietly said: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "I will put you to bed now."

I got up and curtseyed to Sarah and followed Kathleen. We went
into her bedroom and she removed the chain and asked me if I
wanted to go to the toilet, I went. Then she fastened the snap
on my collar to a chain hanging from the clothes bar in her
closet.

Kathleen said: "You will stand here until I go to bed."

She turned off the light and closed the door. I stood in the
darkness feeling discarded.

Several hours later, the door opened and Kathleen unsnapped me
from the top of the chain and fastened me to the bottom and I
could lie down. She came back and covered me. The lights went
out and the door closed.

I woke early the next morning, forgetting for a moment where I
was. It was pitch black inside of Kathleen's closet. When I
inhaled deeply I could sense her aroma.

After a short time the door opened and a luxuriantly naked
Kathleen unsnapped me from the chain and said I had to get Sarah
ready. I stood up and the handcuffs were removed. I curtseyed to
Miss Kathleen.

I rinsed the coffee pot, it had mold in it. And I started the
coffee; I went upstairs, knocked, entered, curtseyed. I bent and
kissed my wife. She opened her eyes, then responded to the kiss.
I got her bathrobe and slippers. She asked where the coffee was
and I told her I would get it. I curtseyed for her when I left
and again when I came back with the coffee.

She said she had missed me. I said I missed being here and I
missed her very much.

On my knees in between her legs, patting her dry made me think
that things were back to normal until Sarah said: "You've been
in the kitchen."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I made the coffee."

Sarah said: "You should be gagged, did you eat anything?"

I said: "No Miss Sarah, I didn't eat or drink anything."

Sarah said: "I can't let you go downstairs by yourself unless
you are gagged."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll go down with you."

Sarah said: "I want you to go down and fix my breakfast, but you
are not allowed to eat anything."

I said: "Yes ma'am. I won't."

Sarah said: "But I won't know that, you must be gagged."

I said: "Yes ma'am, how shall I get gagged."

Sarah said: "Would you like my panties in your mouth and my bra
wrapped and knotted around your head?"

I said: "Oh yes ma'am."

Sarah found the panties she wore yesterday and the brassiere,
they were green and she placed her panties in my mouth and used
the bra to hold it in.

It was a good thing I was wearing the girdle.

I went down and prepared the yoghurt and granola and orange
juice for Sarah. I toyed with ideas of how to get the newspaper
in my 'adorned' state.

Sarah came down and I had to stand while she ate the breakfast.

Sarah said: "After mom replaces the panties with a proper gag, I
want you to wash them and the bra by hand, and it would be nice
to iron them too. Why don't you look in the hamper for more of
my undies and my hose too. That way I know you were thinking of
me while you are doing that. It would be sweet of you to do that
for mom too. Tell her I recommend it for you. It will help
rehabilitate our relationship."

I couldn't talk so I just curtseyed.

Sarah reached out and took my hand and said: "We will come
through this." And hugged me.

I was so happy to have Sarah caress me like that. I was so horny
from having Sarah's panties in my mouth. I helped Sarah get on
her jacket and coat.

Then I brought coffee to Miss Kathleen. I did the curtsy, placed
the coffee on the night table and waited. Miss Kathleen had
fallen back to sleep. I had learned that I must wait at this
point. I'm accustomed to waiting.

Finally Miss Kathleen woke up and looked at me and laughed. She
said: "Sarah gagged you?"

I nodded because I couldn't talk.

The coffee probably was no longer hot, so I tried to gesticulate
that I needed to get her a fresh cup. She ignored me, took the
cup and we went to the toilet. She removed the bra and panties
and said that I would have a proper gag later. After that I
dressed her.

Kathleen said: "Find the book."

I did and knelt in front of her, careful not to look up.

Kathleen asked: "Did Sarah have any recommendations?"

I said: "Miss Sarah has requested that I hand wash her panties,
bras and stockings, and iron them. She also said I should do the
same for yours."

Kathleen said: "That will be very nice. I think it well help
focus your mind."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I had some cynical thoughts about the
labor involved.

I fixed Kathleen's breakfast under her supervision.

Kathleen said: "You are being put on a Spartan diet as a
punishment for your adultery. So when you are not under
supervision or restraint you will have to be gagged. And it is
your responsibility to have the gag. You didn't ask for it this
morning so as a punishment I'm not going to let you have any
breakfast. Maybe tomorrow morning you will beg for it."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I thought the harsher they treat me the
quicker they will forgive me.

Kathleen said: "Come with me, we will fit you out in style."

I followed her into the bedroom, and she sat on her chair and
pointed to the floor in front of her. I knelt down. Kathleen
said: "Take off my pants."

I pulled down Kathleen's panties, and waited for her, I thought
I knew what was coming. She took me by the hair and hauled me
into her. She came really fast but she still had my hair so I
didn't stop and she let go after I think she came again. I just
knelt there enjoying being there.

Kathleen said: "Put my pants back on."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I wanted to kiss her thighs and hug
her.

Kathleen got up and found the gag she was looking for and I
opened my mouth, in it went and she locked it with a small key
in the back.

Kathleen said: "You have to clean the kitchen, and the
bathrooms, make the beds, and do some hand laundry. You better
get started. There is a long punishment session this afternoon
for you."

I curtseyed and left.

read part thirteen here

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C: ask to suck her strap-on - I want to, but I am afraid to
Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 20:26:51 -0000
From: "fastdrop"

My wife of twenty years has become my Mistress and I have become
her full time male maid. She requires that I wear panties at all
times and female clothing at home. I do all the household chores
and take pride in pleasing her.

She does use a strap-on on me a couple of times a month, and
wants me to suck her strap-on, but I refuse. I love being her
submissive, but I can't help but to resist giving up complete
control to her. She has basically made me make a choice, she
wants complete submission, and to show I am serious she wants me
to ask to suck her strap-on.

Why am I so afraid to do this?

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Re: C: ask to suck her strap-on - I want to, but I am afraid to
Date: 17 Feb 2010 03:04:18 -0000
From: Nurd Balls

fastdrop wrote:

>she wants me to ask to suck her strap-on. Why am I so afraid

If you are afraid to ask before she uses it on you, then you may
be afraid of getting turned on by sucking dick. You could be
afraid of finding out that you are no longer heterosexual, and
are now bisexual, and you may be afraid of what she may require
of you next.

Are you afraid of being asked to eat your own cum? Does she ever
pull your legs over your head and masturbate your dick until you
cum straight into your own mouth?

What if she were to ask you to suck another man's dick?

Or you may be afraid of gagging on a dildo shoved half way down
your throat.

But if she wants you to suck it after she has used it on you,
then you are right to refuse. The fastest way to get sick is to
transfer pathogens from your butt to your mouth. It would also
be very unsanitary to use the uncleaned dildo on her in any way.

shemakestherules

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Re: C: chastity for small penis?
Date: 20 Feb 2010 10:00:26 -0000
From: Ms Smacker

Danielle wrote:

>I have tried the CB 3000 on my slave however his penis is so
>small that it won't stay locked on

Small penis?

Tell him I said,

"Ha! Ha!"

Then give it a good SMACK!

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C: Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM)
Date: 15 Feb 2010 05:07:52 -0000
From: MichaelK

My recent CFNM experience

Part of my practice of Devotional Sex is that I tell my female
friends that I will do as they say in all things sexual and
sensual.

Usually this offer is just taken up by my friends accepting a
foot or back massage. But occasionally something much more fun
happens.

A week ago my friend Tracey came over. She was tired, and I
offered her a foot massage. She was pleased to accept this
offer.

I had been flirting with Tracey about Clothed Female Naked Male
(CFNM) for a long time, so, as it was very hot and humid, as I
got the foot cream out I asked whether she would like me to take
any clothes off.

She said that I could take my t-shirt off.

A bit later I mentioned that our Devotional Friendship worked
well for her because she could enjoy a foot massage whenever she
wished. I added that if she ever told her friends about this it
would make an even better picture if she had a naked man at her
feet.

To cut a long story short, she asked me to take my shorts off!

We both enjoyed my arousal as I sat naked at her feet and
continued with the foot massage.

The full story is on my website including some comments from
Tracey in the article:-

"A foot massage and the first Reveal"

What was great is that she really enjoyed our adventure almost
as much as I did.

This was not my first CFNM experience, but it was my first with
Tracey. As I say in the full story, sometimes the second time
with someone is even better, so I'm hoping that Tracey might
want to do it again one day.

Fortunately her comments about what happened are very positive,
so I might be lucky.

Of course doing kinkier things with a partner is lots of fun.
But just enjoying some CFNM that goes no further with a friend
is a very fun and satisfying experience.

Michael

Devotionalsex
Devotionalsex

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C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub
Date: 13 Feb 2010 17:34:50 -0000
From: Emily

I am fairly new to the world of femdom. I am looking for ideas
to do to my sub. My sub is going to be tied up at all times so
that he is forced into bi-humiliation.

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Re: C: he likes to wear panties
From: Madamplz
Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 13:15:50 EST

Kevin M wrote:

>"He's been after me to let him fellate me" -snip- "He's a
>transient now" -snip- "He'd be a great prize to any fem dom,
>very strong ie., can do 10 one armed push-ups. He tends to
>steal from people who help him, stole 20 cd's from me"

So what you're saying is he's a gay homeless man who will
destroy the trust anyone gives him by taking advantage of
someone who's misguided enough to take him in.

Here's a heads up, Kevin - if he can't take care of himself he's
not going to be of much use to a fem dom but thanks for that
tip.

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
From: "Darlyn" - Ms Irish
Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 21:50:20 -0800

Danielle wrote:

>I sent him to the Goodwill to buy the frilliest pair of used
>panties he could find. Then he had to stand in line holding
>them in plain sight. After he paid I told him to refuse the
>bag and wear them out of the store around his neck like a
>necklace

Danielle:

I do have a small problem with what you made your little one do,
I understand your need to make him feel not so good, but what
about the other people in the store? Do you think you have the
right to subject them to that also?

I am very open minded, but when my children were very small I
would have really been upset if they had seen a grown man with
underwear around his neck in public.

I believe we have our rights, but I also think we have to be
very careful of The rights of others. Is this not correct?

Sincerely
Ms. Irish owner of slave jimmie for 10 years.

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Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:10:27 -0000
From: "starfox27588"

I am a fag pig male and looking for an online master or mistress
to take over my life by phone, email or real life

also willing to be blackmailed into this

im starfox27588
wakefeildjr@gmail.com
email address info

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U: The Meat Market - BDSM Personals
Date: 21 Feb 2010 01:26:37 -0000
From: Cuckold

I have built a free BDSM dating site. Just like plenty of fish,
but better because there are no rules. You can post any type of
content. I have videos, forum, stories and everything is free.

This is a side project of mine to help myself and others find
their D/s mate.

The Meat Market - BDSM Personals is at:-

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S: Bill's Warning - part one
Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:54:25 -0500
From: randolphus

Bill's Warning

part one

My name is Bill. I would like to tell you to be very careful
what you wish for, because sometimes it comes true.

I met Darlene at an Obama headquarters in Los Angeles. She had a
computer problem and I was one of the volunteer computer guys.
She worked, when she wasn't working on the campaign, at a law
firm. She was a freshman lawyer.

It turned out that she graduated from the University of Maryland
one year after I did and we exchanged stories about how we each
got to L.A.

At dinner we drank a lot of wine and the talking never stopped.
We exchanged phone numbers, cell numbers, e-mail addresses, web
sites and didn't want to leave.

The next night we went to the planetarium in Griffith Park that
overlooks L.A. It's one of the half dozen world class sights.
She was surprised and delighted and we talked the whole time.

I forgot to say I thought she was beautiful, she wore her light
brown hair short, her mouth smiled when she relaxed; her blue
eyes always seemed to glitter. She had an athletic build and she
walked as fast as I did.

We lived near each other. So I offered to pick her up the next
evening - Friday.

We went to a small Italian restaurant that served great Chianti.
We talked from the moment she got into my car until we parked at
her apartment. We started groping in the car when she suggested
we go to her apartment.

The apartment was a one bedroom unit that looked over a
courtyard with a swimming pool in the middle of it. There was a
small kitchen open to a small eating area attached to a larger
living room and a door to a bedroom and a door to a toilet.
Darlene had furnished it modestly; there was a sofa, a coffee
table and a bookcase with lots of books and a TV.

We got onto the sofa and resumed where we left off in the car.
Then there was a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom.
Darlene was more aggressive than I, I wanted to kiss and touch
more, she wanted to screw more, what about protection? She said
to stop worrying about each of my concerns. I jumped her, me on
top, and that worked for us, then she jumped me, her on top and
I liked looking up at her, and seeing her cute boobs.

We cuddled for a while and then started talking. We got up, and
drank up her wine and went back to bed, when I found a pussy on
my face. She had me in her hands and we both did it again. Then
we cuddled again and I fell asleep.

I woke and saw her sitting at the tiny table in the eating area.
She had made coffee and I could smell it. I sat across from her
and we started talking. The subject of Fem-Dom came up. She knew
a lot about it, or at least she had read lots of stuff. I told
her it was one of my recurrent fantasies, being the object of a
domineering female. She asked me about it and I was as
forthright as I could be, even though I was embarrassed saying
these things, but she was so special, I could tell her
everything.

I remember, she said: "Women are generally smarter than men, in
our situation I'm an attorney and you're just a computer guy."
The conversation moved on and I never got to dispute that. But
it illustrates her attitude.

She said: "The part I don't understand is in your fantasies,
your punishments are like those given to a child."

I said: "I know it's kind of weird, I've never spoken about it
to anyone before."

We talked and talked about Fem-Dom, about the Obama campaign and
how we hated George Bush.

Eventually she wanted to know if I was ready to try it. I would
have said yes to her if she wanted me to do back flips from her
balcony into the swimming pool. So of course I said yes.

She said: "We should set a time limit like six months to a
year."

I said: "How about forever?"

She said: "Did you just propose to me?"

I got on my knees and took her hand and said: "I want to spend
the rest of my life with you."

She said: "But how do you know you will want to do Fem-Dom
forever?"

I said: "If you want live that way, I want to live that way;" I
had total confidence that this was the right woman. We came from
the same kinds of families, from the same area, we agreed on
religion, politics, everything. Did I say I thought she was
beautiful?

She said: "Are you ready to say you will do what I tell you and
you will not be able to tell me what I have to do?"

I said: "Yes Madam Darlene."

Darlene said: "I want to be sure you understand, if you wanted
sex and I didn't want it, you wouldn't get it."

I said: "Of course, but what has that got to do with Fem-Dom?"

She said: "What if I asked you to do all the household chores."

I said: "I hate household chores but I would do it."

She said: "I think you have been warned, I accept."

I said: "It sounds like a lawyer's disclaimer, but I love you
and I want to be with you forever;" we kissed and ended up in
bed again.

We cuddled and started talking. Fem-Dom came up again and she
said: "There will only be sex when I want it."

I said: "Darlene I could not have sex with you if you didn't
want it. Period."

She said: "You're a great guy, that's why I want you, but I want
to be sure you understand what you're getting into."

I said: "As long as you're there, I'll be happy."

Then nothing about Fem-Dom until after we were married. We flew
back to Maryland where our families were and her mom and dad had
a big wedding for us. We told everyone we were honeymooning in
Hawaii but we were going to hide out in her apartment for a
week.

Then Fem-Dom came up again. Darlene said: "This place is dirty,
please dust and vacuum the apartment and pick up the dishes and
magazines, generally clean this place up."

I said: "I'm reading something."

Darlene said: "You have to do what I tell you, do you remember
that? From now on when I give you an instruction you say 'Yes
ma'am'. Clean this apartment, NOW!"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene said: "I also want the bathroom cleaned, especially the
toilet."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene said: "I'm going out and I'll be back in about an hour
and I will inspect your work."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I cleaned the little apartment in minutes, I scrubbed the
bathtub and toilet and wiped the mirror, I cleaned the kitchen
and washed all the dishes. It took under fifty minutes. I went
back to reading the magazine.

Darlene came back with a shopping bag. She said: "I've been
away, and I come into the apartment and you just sit there, if
we had a dog he would jump up and down and wag his tail, maybe
you could get up and say how glad you are to see me, maybe a hug
and a kiss."

I jumped up, grabbed my sweetheart, kissed her and hugged her
and told her how glad I was to see her.

Darlene said: "That was better: Much better. Now let's go into
the bedroom."

I hadn't seen what she purchased, maybe a new teddy.

She said: "I want you to pull down your pants and underwear and
stand in this corner."

I wanted to say something.

She yelled: "NOW!"

I did what she said.

She said: "I'm going to inspect your housework, I hope for your
sake it was done well."

She didn't say to follow her. Do I have to keep standing here I
wondered. I agreed to do what she told me to. I told her about
my fantasies. About the stern wife, oh my god is this what I'm
getting, is she playing? I didn't tell her how to talk in a
threatening way. Or is this real? I wondered.

She came back to the bedroom. She said: "I'm very satisfied with
the housework, but I am dissatisfied with your attitude. You
agreed to do what I tell you, and I expect immediate obedience.
If I give you instructions you do it immediately, you say yes
ma'am."

She said: "Do you agree that you were slow to respond when I
told you to clean the apartment?"

I said: "Yes."

She said: "Yes what?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Good you've learned my name. Now come over here and
get across my knee."

I turned around and she had pulled her skirt up, and she held a
long wooden paddle. I could barely see all the way up her
thighs, she was wearing pantyhose and her thighs looked very
sexy. I leaned over my hands on the floor, lying across her lap.
She took hold of my waist with her left hand and whacked me with
the paddle in her right hand.

I said: "Darlene please not so hard."

She said: "That's not my name and that was not hard." With that
she whacked me even harder.

I said urgently: "Ma'am I can't take that."

She said: "You will take it and you will avoid disobeying me."
And she whacked me again, and again and again.

And an extra mighty one.

She said: "Back in the corner, now."

I jumped up and stood in the corner.

She said: "What do you say when I give an order."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I could hear her breathing hard.

She said: "No talking and stand still."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I tried to remember if this was a fantasy I told her, or is this
real.

She left the bedroom. I heard the tea-kettle whistle. Is this
Fem-Dom? Will I be able to carry out my end of the agreement? I
wondered.

Darlene came back to the bedroom; I heard her sitting on the
bed. She said: "Come kneel in front of me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "When I give an order what will you do?"

I said: "I will say yes ma'am and immediately start doing what
you tell me."

She said: "What will you do when I come in from somewhere and
you're sitting down"

I said: "I will get up and hug and kiss my pretty wife and tell
her I'm glad to see her."

She said: "Did the spanking and the corner help you decide to do
these things?

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "I wasn't going to be strict with you during our
honeymoon. But it's too good an opportunity to get used to the
rules you will have. Do you still agree that this is what we
agreed?"

I said: "Yes ma'am; it is exactly what I agreed to, it just took
me by surprise and I am very sorry for the lapse and I
appreciate what you did."

She said: "You said all that perfectly, now let's see if you
meant it."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was getting aroused looking at her from
this angle, I could see her white panties, her protruding
breasts and I felt she had become all powerful.

Darlene said: "I went shopping for things to discipline you
with, this paddle is a board used to form pasta. It's an
excellent paddle, but I want more stuff. I didn't like the look
of the stores that sell it. Maybe you can order them online. I
brought you this pretty doggie collar, let's see if it fits;"

She opened the clasp on the dog collar and put it around my
neck, and she fastened the clasp and said: "It fits you
perfectly;"

She produced a leash she brought and snapped it onto the collar.
Then she pulled on the leash and led me into the eating area and
had me lean over one of the chairs. She had bought a long belt
that the wrapped around my waist and around the frame of the
back of the chair and fastened it.

She said: "I can fasten you to the chair and give you a good
spanking. Will you like that?"

I was so aroused and surprised I didn't realize she was asking
me anything.

Darlene said: "I asked you a question, I expect an answer."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, yes I like it that you can tie me down
but I'm also frightened."

Darlene said: "It would be good if you were a little frightened;
I'll try to live up to your worst fears." Then she kissed me. I
was still fastened to the chair. She said: "Is it very
uncomfortable?"

I said: "No ma'am, I'm supporting my weight with my hands on the
seat."

She said: "What if your hands were handcuffed behind your back?"

I tried putting my hands behind my back, and the back of the
chair started pressing sharply into my stomach. I told her.

She said: "If I handcuff you over the chair, I'll get you a
pillow to put under your tummy."

She said: "I want you to fix up ways I can fasten you, I know
you're good at these things. Also I want you to order stuff from
the net. I've made a list."

The List

Handcuffs, four sets,
Leather strap
Rod or cane
Ball gag - two pieces.
Male Chastity device - something that can be worn for extended
periods that will guarantee prevention of masturbation.

I sat down at Darlene's computer and searched for the items,
there were hundreds of hits and I tried to find a reputable
reseller. The first four items were almost generic but there
were special ones, the chastity device was more difficult, each
one was different and the comments indicated none was totally
satisfactory. The one I selected was guaranteed failure proof
and it could be worn over a month which I hoped was way longer
than Darlene planned for me. I printed out all the specs of the
stuff I was going to order and knelt in front of Darlene to
present them.

She said: "You don't have to kneel except when I tell you. It
was nice though, I'll think about how you can show me respect."

I said: "Here are the specs of the things you asked me to order,
would you like to review them?"

She took the sheets from me and went through them slowly. She
said: "These are fine, get expedited shipping if it's available.
I want the stuff so we can try it out while we have time off."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Amazingly the stuff would arrive the day after tomorrow and it
all cost under $500.

I don't know if it was the spanking but Darlene looked even more
attractive and sexy than before. She seemed pleased with me for
ordering the - I was going to say sex toys, but they were
punishment toys.

I hugged her and told her how much I loved her. She responded
but not quite like last night. But we ended up in bed together.
It was so fantastic to have been spanked and put in the corner
by my lovely wife. I owe her so much for playing my games. We
had very passionate sex with me on top, her on top and no one on
top. I fell asleep holding my bride.

When I woke I saw Darlene at the table working on a piece of
paper, I thought it strange that she was working when we had a
whole week off. I said: "What are you working on sweet baby?"

Darlene said: "Make us some coffee and come over here and we can
talk."

I said: "Sure, it'll take a few minutes;"

We have one of those coffee makers that use pods for the coffee;
it warms up and churns out cups in fractions of minutes. I found
some oatmeal cookies and put them on a plate and brought in two
cups of coffee.

Darlene said: "Here are ten rules for our marriage:"

1. When I give you an order, you do it right away and say 'yes
ma'am'.

2. If I come into your presence you will kneel and wait for my
instructions.

3. If you come into my presence you will kneel by my feet and
wait for instructions.

4. The entire apartment is your responsibility to keep clean.
That includes the kitchen and bathroom. Any dirt found at any
time may result in punishment.

5. You will fix breakfast and dinner and when we are at home
also lunch. If I don't like what you have prepared you will be
punished.

6. You will not initiate sex or do anything that can be
construed as trying to initiate sex.

7. You are responsible for all my clothes, they must be clean
and ready to wear, that includes my shoes.

8. You will do all the shopping including my personal needs.

9. You may not have any alcoholic beverage unless I give it to
you.

10. You have no rights except what I allow. There is no argument
or appeal.

She said: "Let's discuss each rule and you may ask questions."

She said: "Rule one - we had a practical review of this one. I
tell you to do something, you must do it right away and saying
'yes ma'am' tells me you heard me and you respect my authority.
Any questions?"

I said: "No questions ma'am:" I couldn't believe my wife talking
like this - respect her authority.

She said: "Rule two - When I walk into the apartment or into a
room where you are, whatever you're doing, you stop, get on your
knees and wait. I want to emphasize that you wait. I may want to
see what you had done, or I might want a glass of water, you
wait for me to tell you what to do. Any questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule three - It's the same idea, but you respect that
if I'm doing something then you have to wait until I'm ready.
It's important that you understand that you have to wait, and I
don't have any urgency resulting from you arriving. Any
questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule four is simple and you have shown me how well
you can do it. You have the responsibility for keeping this
apartment clean. The windows, mirrors the chrome fixtures all
have to be gleaming, make sure the floor is clean, I may make
you eat off of it sometimes. The kitchen and bathrooms have to
be kept spotless, the porcelain should shine. You will make the
bed every morning. Any questions?"

I said "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule five is that you will do the cooking. I don't
want the same food every day and I want it to be nutritious,
Oprah got a nutritionist and I want the same thing. I know you
can't do that today, but what I accept today is not what I'm
going to accept next week. You have to study, maybe get the
magazines in the supermarket checkout, they always have recipes;
it's your problem. Any Questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule six. You wanting sex, has nothing to do with me
wanting sex. You have to figure out how to make me want sex.
Feed me well, keep the place clean, have a good attitude, be
interested in me, those things will help your cause. You may
touch me a limited amount, you may kiss my neck, you can rub my
feet, but you can't grab my boobs or put your hand on my pussy
any time you feel like it. Any questions?"

I said: "You are inviting me to seduce you but not demand sex,
ma'am."

She said: "That's exactly what I said but I don't want you to
get fresh just because you feel frisky, do you understand that?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Rule seven is another chore for you, mostly men are
not interested in women's clothes, but I want you to take an
interest in clothes and shoes. So it's not just laundry and shoe
polishing, I want your fashion opinions, what looks good on me,
a general interest in my clothing. You can go with me to buy
lingerie, I know you'll like that. Any questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule eight is another chore. You do the shopping for
food, toiletries for you and me and cleaning supplies. Any
questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule nine You may not drink without my permission.
Are we clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Rule ten is a very large rule. It says that you can't
do anything without my permission. As a practical matter I let
you do what you want, but you haven't said you want to buy a
boat. You may not unless I give you permission, you might be a
latent sports nut and want to watch football on Sunday, only if
I let you. This rule makes me the queen and you the serf. This
rule and rule one which is the same expressed differently create
the environment where you become my slave. I tried to make
exactly ten rules so it would be concise, but this is our
constitution. Do you agree and understand? I won't ever ask
again."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I agree and I understand."

She said: "I know there will be times you may wish you hadn't
agreed. But I'll try to make this work for us. I intend to be
strict in the enforcement of the rules and I will be purposeful
with the punishments which I expect will become rarer and rarer.
But if we're in agreement let's move on."

Darlene said: "I want you to write the rules down and memorize
them."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but why do I have to write them down, you
already have."

Darlene said: "It will help you to start memorizing them, I
expect you to live by these rules. And tell me what is the first
rule?"

I said: "When you tell me to do something I will immediately do
it and say yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I will begin writing
immediately."

Darlene said: "I intend to enforce these rules very strictly. I
think that's what we agreed. You will be punished for
questioning an order instead of immediately doing it."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I wondered what this was going to be like.
I could do the work but what if she wanted to cane me after
tying me down, would she do that? Could I endure that?

I also thought that I rushed into agreeing to all the terms,
maybe I should have negotiated. But doing chores is not all that
a husband is about. She will want someone to plan and share
activities, if I don't get sex she won't get sex, and there are
other things good and bad where we are partners, and California
is a community property state. This is how I consoled myself
that everything would work out.

Darlene said: "I want you to make six copies, you can write on
both sides of the paper. I'm going to give you a test to make
sure you know the rules later."

So I started copying the rules, I changed the person (you to I
etc) so she gave orders and I had to follow them. The more I
studied them the more I realized how I had given up all my
rights and privileges. I agreed to become Darlene's object to
boss around and use. I thought at the time that everything would
work out, but it was moving so fast.

I made up a mnemonic to memorize the rules by number. It was
like Darlene went to some class learning about Fem-Dom and I
just had vague fantasies. Like the pro meets the amateur.

I had the three sheets and I knelt in front of the goddess and
waited. After a few minutes Darlene said: "When you're waiting
for me and you position yourself to look up my skirt you just
excite yourself for no good reason, I don't mind you getting
excited looking at me but it does nothing for me. Do you
understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

She said: "What do you want?"

I said: "I completed the copying of the rules, ma'am."

She examined each page from top to bottom. And then she said:

"You do neat work and I'm pleased with that. I want you to take
the original and add these words:

I Bill Smith agree to abide by these rules to maintain the
privilege of being married to Darlene Smith. Nothing in these
rules obligates Darlene Smith.

And sign it if you want to."

I said: "But ma'am aren't you obligated to be my Mistress?"

Darlene said: "No, you have to make sure you serve me so well
that I will want to keep you."

I said: "But we're married;" I realized that that was pretty
lame after I said it.

Darlene said: "You're a sweet boy, what I want you to realize is
that you have to serve me, I chose you, if you don't measure up,
I will choose someone else. But you should know that before that
happens you won't have any skin left on your ass. I will do
whatever I can to train you to be the slave of my dreams."

I said: "Darlene don't ever leave me, I will be the most devoted
slave, you'll see;" Now I was begging.

Darlene bent over and hugged me. She said: "I would never leave
you to some other woman. I think you are a treasure. But isn't
this the arrangement you want?"

I hung my head and said: "Yes of course dearest mistress. If I
don't perform you will throw me out."

We kissed and hugged. She said "date it tomorrow."

I wrote what she had dictated and signed the document and she
signed the document.

Darlene said: "This is your last free night, what would you like
to do?"

I said "There are two rules, one says I can't drink and the
other says I can't initiate sex. How about drinking and
initiating sex?"

Darlene laughed and said: "Do you have any specific ideas?"

I said: "The first is the Italian restaurant where we had our
second date and the second is here."

Dinner was as good as the first time. We talked about
everything, I was actually interested in cooking and one of the
questions was what kinds of foods had she been exposed to and
liked. So we talked about our mom's and what they cooked; and
what we liked and the best selling doctors' nutrition ideas.

Darlene said: "I didn't know you were interested in food?"

I said: "You awakened my interest;" actually I said that to win
favor with my goddess.

At some point, maybe while we were enjoying the second bottle of
Chianti I confessed to Darlene that I was scared. Darlene said:
"What are you afraid of, that I will beat you too hard, or that
I will work you too hard?"

I said: "Not those things, I worry that as I become a slave
object, you won't love me any more."

Darlene said: "That's why we have the rules. I do love you and I
will always but in our Fem-Dom lifestyle I will be the dominant
partner and I want to control you. Don't you want to be under my
control?"

I said: "Of course I do, I signed a contract today."

Darlene said: "Would you be satisfied if I enforce the rules
lackadaisically?"

I said: "Of course not, I see what you mean, the rules have to
be made, and you have to be strict. And I signed up for it."

I said: "Can I buy presents for you?"

Darlene thought for a while and said: "Let's say you can spend
$250 buying presents for me, things for the apartment and so on
without further permission. But I want to be strict, if it's
$250.01 you must get permission first. That limit includes tax
and shipping. I appreciate you considering these matters and
asking. If you make me angry or frustrated you know I will
resort to severe corporal punishment. In business they sometimes
say asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission, but the
opposite will be true in our family."

I thought I'd better change the subject. This was easy because I
selected the restaurant's Tiramisu for dessert and our server
described the special recipe of the chef which was better than
any of the other six or seven restaurants he had worked at.
Since I was now a foodie, I had him talking for five minutes.

We had coffee and were the last people to leave the restaurant.
We were walking distance from Darlene's apartment but I had
trouble keeping my hands off her on the way home. When we got
into the apartment Darlene said: "I want you to describe how
this would happen tomorrow night."

I said: "Well I couldn't have the wine unless you shared it, but
you probably would in a restaurant, and afterwards I couldn't
touch you all over and I couldn't say lets have sex."

Darlene said: "So what would you do?"

I said: "I would offer to take off your shoes so I could give
your feet a nice rub, and if you seemed relaxed, I would offer
to undress you and tuck you in and hope you might invite me in
with you."

Darlene said: "That sounds very nice, why don't you try it?"

I said: "Madame Darlene may I take off your shoes and massage
your feet?"

Darlene said: "I would like that."

Darlene is so beautiful that when I knelt down to take off her
shoes and looked up at her my hands were almost uncontrollable.
I was in awe of her.

With her shoes off, I started flexing toes and rubbing her foot;
I wanted to kiss her feet but I was afraid it might not have the
right effect on her. Thinking of her when I was so aroused was
new and difficult.

I said: "Madam Darlene may I undress you."

Darlene said: "You may."

I unbuttoned her jeans and she raised herself up and I pulled
off her jeans then her panties; I pulled her t-shirt up and off,
and unfastened her bra and removed it.

Remembering what she had said I started kissing her from just
below her ear around her neck to the other side, while rubbing
her back with my hands. I let one hand start exploring her
tummy, then I moved around and my other hand went inside her
thighs and started massaging there, I bent down to kiss her
tummy, working up to her breasts and kept kissing. Then her hand
moved mine to her pussy and I started petting.

Afterwards when we were cuddling: Darlene said, "Two questions:
one, was that hard?, and two, what are you making for my
breakfast?"

I said: "Didn't I violate rule six?"

Darlene said: "You may kiss my feet or the back of my neck but I
may tell you to stop, that's different."

I said: "I haven't examined the refrigerator yet."

Darlene snuggled tighter letting me know we were going to sleep.

Today I become Darlene's slave. I thought I would commemorate
that by serving her breakfast in bed, at least the first course.
I had noticed she was an OJ and cereal and milk person. I found
a serving tray we received as a wedding gift and took it to her.

Darlene said: "This is wonderful you are such a creative boy."

I said: "Thank you madam Darlene."

She said: "Why don't you call me Miss Darlene, it's easier and
it shows the same respect."

I said: "Yes Miss Darlene."

Darlene said: "Sit here with me while I enjoy this."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was trying to absorb the change in our
life, but I couldn't detect any change yet. I sat on the chair
and turned it to face the bed.

Darlene said: "What are your plans today?"

I said: "I wanted to go to the grocery store and hardware
store."

She said: "That's fine. Whenever you leave the apartment make
sure I have given you permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "If I go out usually I'll let you know. But I don't
need permission so don't get frantic."

I said: "Miss Darlene, may we discuss our finances, we can sign
on each others' accounts but I think we should consolidate them
into one and one of us has to take the responsibility of paying
bills."

She said: "You do that, I have a composition book where I'm
writing the additional duties I assign to you. I have a steno
book that I'm writing the demerits I'm handing out to you and
the punishments you receive. We'll keep the books in the
kitchen. You can look through it; I may send you to write the
demerit yourself."

At the hardware store I aroused myself by buying hooks, snaps,
tie wraps, chain and locks to secure me to every wall and piece
of furniture we have.

At the grocery store I bought a variety of yoghurt, granola and
fruit, every style of spaghetti sauce and pastas in every shape.
I also bought tampons and panty liners.

Darlene decided a hook should go in the corner in our bedroom; I
put a hook in the bathroom opposite the toilet; and a hook went
next to the bookcase holding the TV.

I attached a quick release snap to the dog collar. I put small
hooks on the insides of the front two legs of a kitchen chair.

I showed Darlene how it all worked. If I wore the dog collar,
she could put the snap into the hooks I put into the walls. If I
were handcuffed, I couldn't unsnap the collar. She understood
and tried the snap and it worked easily for her. She was
pleased. I showed her how she could fasten the handcuff to the
chair leg and it wouldn't slide down. Then if she handcuffed me
to the chair I would be secured but I could support myself.

Darlene said: "But we don't have the handcuffs yet?" And our
doorbell rang, I answered it and it was Fed Ex, I buzzed the
deliveryman in. It was our punishment toys order.

I attached two handcuffs to the legs of the chair. Darlene said:
"Pants down, over the chair."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She fastened the handcuffs to my wrists and used the long belt
to fasten my waist. Then she fastened the dog collar around my
neck. The snap was dangling, she found the chain I had bought
and wrapped it around the back of the chair and fastened the
ends into the snap, so my head was pulled down. Then she
fastened the gag.

Darlene said: "I'm going to try out our new toys. When I tell
you to copy pages you don't argue with me. When I give you an
order you say 'yes ma'am' and get to work."

And POW with the paddle I was gagged but the paddle made a lot
of noise

And pow four more times, this was much harder than yesterday.
Then I got five with the strap I'd ordered. And five more with
the five foot long fiber glass rod that really stung. I was in
agony, that had really hurt and Darlene left. I was just folded
over feeling sick.

Finally Darlene came back and released the snap and the chain
fell to the floor, then she unlocked the handcuffs, released the
gag and unbuckled the belt around my waist.

She said: "You may pull your pants up. This is a taste, only a
sample of what you will get if you don't follow the rules."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I pulled up my pants and buckled my
belt.

Darlene said: "Hands behind you."

She handcuffed me and took the snap and led me to her bedroom
and snapped me into the hook in the corner.

She said: "No moving, no talking, whether I'm watching you or
not."

A long time later Darlene came back and unlocked the handcuffs
and unhooked me. She said: "You may remove the collar."

She had me kneel in front of her. She said: "Why were you
punished?"

I said: "Because you told me to write pages and I argued."

She said: "What will you do in the future when I give you a
command?"

I said: "I will say 'yes ma'am' and get to work."

She said: "Which rule covers this behavior."

I said: "Rule number one."

Darlene said, "Bring me the punishments book."

I went to get it and came back and knelt where I had been and
waited. I knew I was being tested.

Finally Darlene took the book and said: "I'm writing that you
were punished for violating Rule one. You got fifteen strokes
and thirty minutes. Next time it will be more. Put the book back
and fix lunch."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I had just been to the store and I fixed frozen beef tamales and
a corn salad. For Darlene a Corona Light, for me a diet Coke. I
waited for Darlene and seated her and put a napkin in her lap
and sat down opposite her.

Darlene said: "Did you give me a beer because you wanted one?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You are lying, I won't tolerate games, go stand in a
corner someplace I can't see you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I went to the bedroom and stood in the corner. I felt terrible,
she was right, I had lied, but it wasn't really a lie. Who can
say why I did something. I guess I lied. How can she forgive me.
I'll probably get a beating.

I stood for a really long time, lunch was around 1:00 and the
sun was making long shadows in the room.

Finally Darlene came into the room: "Put this on:" she handed me
the collar.

I said: "Miss Darlene may I talk?"

She said: "No you are in the corner being punished."

She said: "Hands behind your back."

She handcuffed me and snapped the collar onto the hook. She
closed the blinds and the door to the bedroom. I heard her
moving around and I could tell she picked up her pocket book and
the front door opened and closed. I was feeling worse and worse
about what I had done. If only I hadn't lied. It was getting
agonizing to stand.

It had been dark for a long time when the front door opened.

The bedroom door opened and Darlene came in.

She said: "Have you been moving?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Have you finished lying for today?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She unsnapped the collar and led me into the eating area and
pulled me down so I was kneeling in front of her. She said: "I
have bought something to help you resolve not to lie."

I could see she had some castor oil.

She said: "You will have several spoons full."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I could see the light at the end of the
tunnel to forgiveness; I'll swallow the whole damn bottle if she
tells me to.

I took one teaspoon full and it was so awful. I savored it and
swallowed. I was evil and this was evil stuff.

She gave me another and I swallowed it.

She said: "I will not tolerate you gaming our rules like you did
and I will punish you for that. Also our relationship rests on
honesty with each other. Lying is like a cancer that will
destroy us. Standing for three hours and tasty castor oil was a
down payment on the punishment for lying; you were told not to
move while standing in the corner and you admit you moved. My
problem is how am I going to adequately punish you. To start
lets get you over the chair."

I stood and she undid my belt and jeans and pulled them down. I
leaned over the chair, where was my pillow? I decided not to
ask. She clipped the collar to the looped chain holding my head
down. She tightened the belt that held my waist to the top of
the chair. I couldn't move and the top of the chair was
painfully cutting into me. I didn't want to say anything to my
goddess who is so mad at me.

She left me and worked in the kitchen. Then she came back and
told me to open my mouth and in went a ball dripping with castor
oil. She had a plate to catch the drips. She fastened the gag so
I couldn't scream. I was going to be beaten. I deserve it. I
deserve the castor oil; I deserve the painful back of the chair.

Darlene said: "I'm going to beat you with this belt until you
are bright red from your waist to your knees."

I simply can't describe how painful they were, I heard her
exerting herself and I lost count but it was between twenty and
thirty strokes.

She took off the gag, and picked up the plate and made me lick
it clean. I was hoping I wouldn't throw up, it was so vile.

She said: "I only used about a quarter of the bottle. When I
bought it I was going to make you drink it all. Would you like
that?"

I said: "I accept anything you want to do."

She pulled on my hair but my head could only come up a few
inches because of the chain. She unclipped the chain so she
could look at me. She said: "You want more castor oil?"

I said: "Miss Darlene I was so stupid, punish me as severely as
you want to, I only want you to give me another chance."

She said: "Tell me in your own words what happened."

I said: "I thought if you had a beer you would say why don't I
get one too, and when you asked if I was trying to manipulate
you, I lied. I promise, promise I will never lie to you again
under any circumstances. I'm not trying to evade punishment but
the whole time I stood in the corner I agonized how stupid I was
lying and wished I could take it back."

Darlene said: "All that sounds good. You don't have to worry,
you won't evade the punishment."

There was no question there but I still can't believe I was so
stupid. I will never lie to this glorious goddess. Please
forgive me.

Darlene said: "Let's put you back in the corner in the dark room
to stand and reflect on your evil ways."

She just took the snap on the collar and led me to the corner
and I was restrained. She turned off the light and closed the
door. There was a little street light squeezing in through the
blinds.

My first day as a slave and I managed to screw up big time; how
can I make it up? I kept wondering. I reviewed the rules, I
could do them all, the clothes will be a challenge but I could
do the rest in my sleep. Why did I screw up, how did it happen,
over and over.

I must have fallen asleep. Darlene was pushing me down on the
floor. She covered me. But I was still handcuffed. I lay on my
stomach and eventually I fell asleep again.

I woke and it must have been the middle of the night and I had
to pee. The previous day crashed into my consciousness, and I
felt miserable, unworthy and very uncomfortable. If I got up and
managed to go to the bathroom, how would I get my pants down? I
decided I would have to just hold it. Finally light started
filtering in. I said quietly: "Miss Darlene." I tried it again
in ten minutes or so and again, and again.

Finally she said: "What do you want?"

I said: "Miss Darlene I need to pee urgently."

She pulled me up by the snap on the collar and led me to the
bathroom. She undid my pants and pulled down my shorts and
pushed me down on the toilet seat.

I looked at her and she was naked and so beautiful my tool got
hard and I couldn't pee.

She said: "You are so pathetic, you woke me up because you had
to pee and then you lust at me and now you can't. Just sit
here;" She turned off the light and closed the door.

Eventually I peed and I waited sitting on the toilet seat with
my pants down and my hands cuffed behind me. I managed to flush
the toilet.

Darlene came in and pulled me up by the collar and snapped it
into the hook I had put up. Now I was standing in the bathroom,
my pants down and my hands cuffed behind me.

Darlene said: "You seem to be healing up. Are you finding all
this educational?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I will never lie to you again, never I
swear;" my voice was choked up.

Darlene said: "I'm giving you another chore, every morning you
will polish the handcuffs and the straps and the collar. I want
everything looking brand new. While you're polishing the
instruments I use to punish you, you can think of the oath you
just swore."

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene."

She left. I guess smelling her bathroom odor is part of this
punishment.

A long time later she came in and said: "It really stinks in
here;" she flushed the toilet and unhooked me and took me into
the bedroom where she sat me down on the bed. She placed the
penis lock device on me and locked the halves together. It felt
cold.

She said: "I want no moving in the corner. And she snapped me
in."

I was so forlorn, I had a lock on my penis, I was handcuffed, my
pants and shorts were around my ankles, and I was told not to
move, I missed lunch and dinner yesterday, no coffee and no
breakfast today. My goddess has discovered I'm a liar. I wanted
to cry.

A long time later Darlene said: "Have you been moving?"

I said: "I'm afraid I have ma'am."

Darlene said: "I'll be back in an hour, don't move."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I resolved not to move, I would do anything
she told me.

A long time later Darlene said; "Have you been moving."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Don't you want to be released?"

I said: "Oh please Miss Darlene."

She said: "I told you not to move."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene I tried real hard not to move,
but I hiccupped, my knee started hurting and my back hurts a
lot."

She said: "I'm afraid you will have to stay here another hour."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She came back and said: "Have you moved."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I really tried not to but my back and
shoulders hurt and cramp and moving them a little helps."

She said: "If I let you out for a little while would you write
me an essay on what happens when a member of a couple decides to
lie?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene unlocked the handcuffs and unsnapped me from the hook; I
pulled up my pants and wriggled all my muscles and joints.

I sat at the table in the eating area on the chair with the hand
cuffs dangling with a pen and a sheet of paper.

I wrote: When two people are very close a lie comes between
them, it causes one of the partners to board a large ship that
begins moving away. There is no way to get the partners back
together again; they grow farther and farther apart. I was so
stupid; I destroyed the only thing that mattered to me.

Darlene said: "Have I been punishing you excessively?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Darlene said: "Should I continue to punish you?"

I said: "I'm at your mercy Miss Darlene."

Darlene said: "Unfortunately I still don't feel merciful, go
into the bedroom and resume standing."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She snapped the collar onto the hook and handcuffed me again.
Then she turned off the lights and closed the door.

I resolved to hold still, but in a few minutes my whole body
sort of convulsed in a sort of shiver. I was sort of crying. I
slumped my head against the wall. I was going to be here another
night.

Darlene came back; it must have been another hour. She said:
"Have you been moving."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Are you prepared to stand here all night?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Are you ever going to lie to me again."

I said: "No ma'am, never."

Then Darlene turned off the light and closed the door. I
collapsed into the corner and eventually fell asleep.

I woke when Darlene was guiding me back to the floor where I was
last night and she covered me. I heard her getting into bed. I
was still handcuffed.

The light coming in the window woke me. I just lay there trying
to be comfortable in spite of the handcuffs. Darlene woke, she
went to the bathroom and came back and straddled me, she was
naked and lovely.

She said: "Roll over and I'll unlock your handcuffs."

It was so good to have my arms free, my shoulders started
burning as circulation resumed to some places. I was kneeling in
front of a naked Darlene who said:

"If we want this to work both of us have to be sincere and
honest. We can't play games. You can't misbehave to get punished
because it turns you on. I can't misbehave because I'm the
dominant and I can get away with it. We can't lie to each other.
Do you understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I understand and I was so stupid, I will
never ever under any circumstance lie to you again."

Darlene said: "Have I punished you enough?"

I said: "I have two answers, one - I will never lie to you
again, and two - I feel I betrayed you and I am so sorry. Maybe
if you punished me further you will eventually feel like
forgiving me."

Darlene said: "Are you willing to stand in the corner for
another day?"

I said: "I only want to be forgiven, if I have to stand in the
corner for a week I am ready."

Darlene said: "I might be ready to forgive you now."

I started kissing her feet.

Darlene said: "Fix us breakfast."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was so happy, I love my mistress.

I found the new granolas and yoghurt and I found the OJ. I set
our little table with china and wine glasses for OJ. I started
the coffee machine.

I went back to the bedroom and offered to help dress my baby. I
felt very energetic. She let me select her panties and bra and I
found some socks and helped her into her jeans. I put her shoes
on and laced and tied them.

Darlene said: "Have you thought about how much effort it takes
to punish you. I lose my partner, no one fixes me food, and I
worry about your health. I get punished too. I want you to
realize that."

I was on my knees putting her shoes on and I kissed her feet. I
said: "I will be a perfect slave. I won't give you any reason to
punish me."

Darlene laughed: "We'll see."

I wanted to delight her somehow, I served her OJ and coffee, and
then I refilled it, I said: "Would you like water Miss Darlene?"

I said: "Is the orange juice cold enough, would you like ice
cubes?"

I said: "Would you like another bowl?"

Darlene said: "Go clean something, just get out of here."

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Darlene;" I just wanted to serve her, do
anything for her.

I cleaned the bathroom cleaner than it had ever been. I made the
bed. I went into the closet and sorted her shoes. First I
arranged them by color, then I put all the high heel shoes on
one side and the flat shoes on the other, then.....

Darlene said: "What are you doing with my shoes?"

I said: "I was just arranging them so they would be more
convenient for you."

Darlene said: "That's nice, but I think the kitchen needs your
attention."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll do it at once."

Darlene said: "I think you're getting with the program."

It was such a tiny kitchen, that a little bit of use made it
look like chaos, the sink was full of dishes, the counter had
empty food packets and stuff left out of the refrigerator, the
little table had cereal boxes and used bowls and silverware, the
table cloth was soiled. In under fifteen minutes it looked
unused. I vacuumed the whole apartment in ten more. In under an
hour the whole place shined.

My glorious goddess was sitting on the sofa reading and I knelt
in front of her. She said: "What do you want."

I said: "I've finished cleaning the apartment. I was working on
the shoes and I wanted to examine your clothes."

Darlene said: "You may do that. I'm looking forward to hearing
your report."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I went through all of Darlene's drawers and closets. I folded
all her underwear and placed it neatly in the drawers; I sorted
her hanging clothes by color and hung jackets that went with
skirts together or on adjacent hangers. I tried imagining mixing
the jackets and skirts and hung the combinations suggestively
together. Then I found her blouses and shirts and did some
arithmetic. If each combination worked, we could dress her 54
separate ways. Of course colored stockings and shoes could add
to the combinations.

I made a list. Then I found a computer program for children, I
think, that let you dress a figure with different outfits and
colors. I played with it, configuring the model so it looked
like Darlene, at least the hair.

Darlene played with the site for almost two hours. I just stood
and watched. I had a list of her clothes that she kept
referencing.

When she finished playing she hugged me and said, "Let's go into
the bedroom."

Darlene pulled down her jeans and panties and sat on the bed and
said I could start kissing. I started at her feet and soon I was
at her knees then thighs when she got impatient and put my head
into her pussy. I grabbed her ass and leveraged myself into her.
I sucked and licked for fifteen minutes before she came and I
continued and she quickly came again, I could tell because she
was noisy and she clamped my head by squeezing her thighs. I
would have stayed there longer but she told me to strip and I
ended up cuddling her.

I didn't ask and she did not offer unlocking me so I could have
sex too. But I didn't mind, because pleasing her was my one and
only goal in life.

I held her tightly. Then she took one of my hands and placed it
on her breast. She definitely had my interest. But Darlene got
up and went to her drawer for underwear and was so delighted she
came back into bed and hugged me tightly. I felt loved again.

Darlene played with her clothes for a while trying on suits and
skirts and jackets. Mostly she didn't hang the clothes back up.
I didn't wait for her to tell me, I got out of bed and hung up
the clothes she tried on and left on the bed and chair. Her
clothes are more important to her than my getting sex; Big
surprise.

I didn't know if I could just walk out of the bedroom so I got
on my knees.

Darlene said: "What do you want?"

I said: "I wanted to go to the kitchen to clean up but I didn't
know if I needed permission to go to the kitchen."

Darlene said: "You only need permission to leave the apartment.
But it's good to ask first and it's always better to get
permission from me than to beg me to forgive;" She kissed me on
the forehead.

I cleaned the kitchen.

Our life became almost ordinary in that I didn't get punished
much, Darlene liked my cooking, which I liked and have been
preparing for a long time. We are so similar.

I left the toilet seat up in our one bathroom apartment. Darlene
said: "Did you leave the toilet seat up again."

I said: "Miss Darlene, I did it accidentally and I apologize."

She said: "That's what you said the last time and what
happened."

I said: "You whipped me."

Darlene said: "Are you playing with me so you get another
whipping?"

I said: "No Miss Darlene, first I don't want a whipping, and
second I would never play with our relationship."

She said: "You will wear pantyhose for three months. You will
have to buy some. Also you will learn how irritating they can
be. You may buy four pairs, if you get a run, you will get
strapped."

I slowly said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene retorted: "Do I hear attitude?"

I said: "Please forgive me, my slow mind didn't want to wear
pantyhose then it remembered rule number one and then it made
the correct reply."

That evening we went out and on the way home we stopped at a
Rite Aide store and bought me queen sized sheer beige pantyhose.
I don't know what the life of these hose are but I will surely
damage four pairs in three months, my backside twitched at the
thought.

I realized the major hazard to the pantyhose was putting them on
and taking them off and laundering to a lesser degree.

( Part 2 on the DOMestic blog this evening )

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S: Jim's Story - part eleven
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part eleven - Jim learns hairdressing

I went to make lunch for us. I made soup and ham sandwiches,
when she entered, I curtseyed and stood while she ate. Kathleen
looked at me and said, "I think waiters have a towel folded over
their arm, I would like to see you that way."

Of course I said, "Yes ma'am." I folded a towel and put it over
my arm which I crooked. I felt really stupid. But I stood still.
"May I get you some water, Miss Kathleen." I said.

She said: "Yes."

I served the water. And stood looking stupid.

When she finished she said: "You may eat your lunch and after
you clean up, report to me, we are going out.

I ate quickly and cleaned up and was curtsying at her door in
less than half an hour.

She had a chain that went around my waist connected to another
chain that ran from the front to between my legs and in between
my ass to the back I had to step into it and she had a small
padlock that locked it on. She had 2 keys.

Kathleen said: "This will keep you from removing the girdle
without supervision. Put clothes on and come back."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And curtseyed. It had been several days
since I had gotten dressed. I had a wallet, keys, and a watch. I
returned to Kathleen and curtseyed.

Kathleen gave me an address, but I wasn't familiar with the area
so I entered it into the GPS device and it guided us to a small
building with a parking lot in middle of an open area, there
were no other buildings near it.

I opened the car door for Kathleen and we walked to the
entrance, I opened the door for her and we went in. Kathleen
told a pretty receptionist who she was and that she had an
appointment with Ms. Schmid. Kathleen took the only chair and I
was left standing.

After about ten minutes a tall blonde lady with a nice figure
came out. Her face was pleasant but her makeup was severe. The
lipstick was so dark it was almost black. Her eye shadow was
hard edged, giving her a haughty appearance.

She smiled at Kathleen and invited her to follow. I was
uninvited but I followed Kathleen. We went into a nicely
furnished office but it had only one visitor chair. Ms. Schmid
sat behind the desk, Kathleen sat in the chair and I stood.

Kathleen said: "This is Jim, he has been disciplined and agrees
to the program."

I know I turned red. How could Kathleen humiliate me like this?

Ms. Schmid said: "What would you like us to do?"

Kathleen said: "I want Jim to learn how to dress hair."

Ms. Schmid said: "We have a five day residence program that
provides basic cutting and styling skills, and a six week expert
course that runs in the mornings. The basic class starts in a
few hours. The expert class won't begin until February."

Kathleen said: "I will leave Jim for the beginning class and I
would like to reserve a place for him for February."

Ms. Schmid said to me: "Welcome Jim, please fill out this
application, and we will get you enrolled." She handed me a
clipboard with an application.

Kathleen said: "Here is the key to his chains." Giving Ms.
Schmid one of the keys to the padlock Kathleen had put on me
earlier.

I knew I would need that key sometime sooner than later. I
filled out the application and it stipulated that I was a
masochist and was paying money to be imprisoned and beaten. I
was outraged that I was being asked to sign this.

I said: "Miss Kathleen have you seen what I'm supposed to sign?"

Kathleen said: "How would you describe it then?"

I signed.

Ms. Schmid said: "Very good, Miss Lucy will be your instructor,
the long and short of it is you will do exactly what she tells
you. You will say 'yes ma'am, no ma'am' and address her as Miss
always. Do you understand?"

Kathleen said: "He also likes to curtsy."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

A tall chubby lady came into the room with a collar and a leash.
Ms. Schmid said: "Jim, meet Miss Lucy."

I curtseyed. I don't know why I did, maybe because of Kathleen.

Lucy said: "How nice." And she put the collar on me and buckled
it and said: "Hands behind your back." And I was handcuffed
again. She pulled on the leash and I followed.

We walked through several hallways into a sort of locker room.
Lucy unlocked the handcuffs and said: "Strip down and put
everything into this locker."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lucy watched me undress and put my clothes into the locker until
I came to the chain keeping me from removing the embarrassing
girdle.

Lucy said: "Keep that on and take off your shoes and put on
those slippers."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lucy said: "Class will start in fifteen minutes, it will run for
eight hours and start up again 9:00 am. There are 2 classes
every day. Tomorrow after class, there will be a discipline
session. I see you have a demerit for disrespectful behavior at
registration. You probably will get others but my advice to you
is to be careful because it can get very painful."

I said, "Thank you ma'am."

I thought she was friendly. She pulled on the leash and I
followed. She was a big girl and I thought she was somewhat
sexy. She had on a short black skirt, high heel shoes and a very
tight white blouse that exposed her large breasts. And she was
pulling my leash.

We went through a door that said it was auditorium one. Lucy
removed the collar and left me. I stood where I was left and
waited. I'm getting used to waiting.

A short Hispanic looking lady entered and said she was Miss
Maria, the room replied: "Hello Miss Maria."

I will have to remember that.

Suddenly a woman grabbed my arm and asks "what's your name?"

I told her it was Jim. She said "you earned a demerit for not
welcoming Miss Maria."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am"

She said, "You will be." And she walked away.

Maria said: "We will continue with the shampooing lesson. You
will remember if the water is too hot, or you get shampoo into
your volunteers' eyes, you will get demerits, let's practice."

The lady who gave me a demerit showed up and said: "You may
shampoo my hair."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

She said: "You may call me Miss Karen."

I said: "Yes Miss Karen."

We walked over to sinks with cut-outs for necks and chairs in
front of them. Karen sat in one of the chairs. I tested the
water temperature and used the hose to wet Karen's hair and
carefully added soap and shampooed it. Karen was quite lovely,
and leaning back made her skirt ride up and her breasts pushed
out. But I was concentrating on the soap suds; this lady has
already given me a demerit.

I rinsed the soap out and shampooed a second time and rinsed
that away. I don't think I scalded her or got soap in her eyes.
There were towels stacked up and I squeezed the water from her
hair and put a towel on it.

I said: "May I help you up Miss Karen?"

She said: "Yes, you did that okay for a beginner."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

She told me to follow her and I did, admiring her legs and ass.
We arrived at a ring of chairs surrounding Miss Maria. Karen sat
in one facing outward. I stood next to her facing Maria, and the
instruction began. I put curlers into Miss Karen's hair and then
used perm solution and a hot air blower. When we finished Miss
Karen had lovely curls. I showed her hair to her with a mirror
and she smiled.

I cut a lady's hair who was not introduced to me without mishap.
She was satisfied. I was getting comfortable doing perms and
cuts. I knew there was a lot more to learn. The next lecture was
about bleaching and coloring. We were told we would have a quiz
but not actually bleach any hair. When the class was over I had
shampooed more heads than I could count and cut and curled at
least a dozen heads and no one asked my name to give me a
demerit.

The class was over and I saw Lucy coming toward me with the
collar and leash.

I said: "I have to use the restroom please, Miss Lucy."

She said, "Okay"

I didn't know who had the key. I had been surprised no one
seemed to pay attention to my girdle with the chains. We went
into a tiled room with a dozen toilet stalls with no doors. Lucy
had the key and unlocked the padlock. She unsnapped the leash
from the collar and pointed to the toilet. By this time I
realized that I didn't have a right to my privacy. I went and
she watched. I put the chain back on and she snapped the lock
into it.

Lucy said: "It said on your sheet that you're toilet trained, so
you can assist me." She stood in front of one of the toilets and
I knelt down and pulled down her cute black panties. She sat and
peed, and I patted her dry and pulled her panties back up. She
got up and adjusted them.

She said, "You did fine." She snapped on the collar and led me
away. We went into a room with army style cots as far as I could
see in the dim light. She told me to lie down and my collar was
attached to a chain that was attached to the cot or something I
couldn't see.

Lucy said: "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

I said: "Good night Miss Lucy."

I realized I didn't get any dinner and went to sleep.

The next morning, Lucy unlocked the chain and attached the leash
and led me back to the toilets. After that we went for
breakfast. Lucy said I had three demerits because evidently Miss
Karen noticed that while I was washing her hair I had stared at
her breasts. Lucy said that if I only had two demerits she would
just paddle me and she thought the first demerit Karen gave me
was unfair since no one told me I had to welcome Miss Maria but
the ogling breasts was serious, and the embarrassment I caused
at registration was serious so overall it was fair what I was
going to get..

I asked what I was going to get and she said I wasn't allowed to
ask and if I asked about the place or how it was run I might get
another demerit.

It was Miss Maria again. Mostly we went over the same stuff, but
she talked about thinning hair, and different styles. She said
all the stuff would be on the quiz.

Lucy came for me, attached the leash and took me down stairs to
a large room that had maybe a dozen stocks, at first I thought
it was a gym. Lucy raised the bar on one and I knew where my
head and hands went. I had to lean over a bar and Lucy strapped
me to it so I couldn't move. My feet were left free.

Lucy said: "One of the staff who doesn't know you will come and
give you thirty strokes with a strap. When she is done, you have
to stay here for an hour. Then I will come and get you. On your
sheet, it says that you have been trained to say thanks and
count the strokes. The same rules will be in effect."

Then Miss Lucy unlocked my chains and pulled down my girdle to
my ankles.

I couldn't move much. The girdle effectively fettered my legs. A
lady introduced herself as Miss Stacy, but I couldn't see her.

Of course I said: "Hello Miss Stacy."

Then it was pain like I had never experienced before. I
screamed: "Thank you Miss Stacy, One."

She said: "One what? You say one stroke. We are doing this
over."

Whack!

I screamed again "Thank you Miss Stacy, One stroke."

Slowly we got to 30. Actually 34, I think.

I was blubbering and sniffing. And I had an hour to hang here.
Miss Stacy who I hadn't seen up until now took out a Kleenex and
wiped my eyes and nose. Then she left.

After a very long time Miss Lucy came along and released me from
the stocks. I pulled up my girdle and Miss Lucy locked it. She
attached the leash and took me to the afternoon class.

Everyone said: "Hello Miss Maria." And we all received quizzes
which we filled out sitting on the floor on a clipboard. The
material was easy and the questions were straightforward. Then
we did more shampooing and cutting.

Miss Lucy came back for me and led me back to toilets where we
both went again and I was fastened to the cot. I imagined Miss
Lucy using me when I knelt between her legs, and I felt myself
getting aroused. Then I went to sleep.

The next morning I noticed Miss Lucy in a different way. I
wanted her. She had said that if I only had 1 or 2 demerits she
would just paddle me. I imagined lying over her plump thighs. I
decided to stop those thoughts because I was beginning to think
women could tell when I was thinking about them.

At breakfast, Miss Lucy said: "After breakfast I'm going to
discipline you in my room."

That proved to me that when I lust after a woman they know it.
We went to Lucy's room, which was very small but had a sink and
toilet and of course a bed. Lucy was wearing an orange mini
skirt and a white blouse; she had on high heeled strappy shoes.
Lucy closed the door. She removed my chains and told me to take
off my girdle, and then to stand in the corner. I don't know
what she was doing but I stood for five or ten minutes.

Lucy said, "Okay, over my knee."

I turned and saw that she had pulled up her mini skirt and I
could see her blue panty, but I didn't stand and ogle her, I got
over her knee. While lying there, she was rubbing my ass and
saying that she had given me a demerit so that she could bring
me to her room for punishment instead of the stocks.

Remember your spanking rules. You must thank me and count the
strokes. And then she started the paddling. It was painful but
not as painful as the strap was yesterday. Occasionally she
would hit a tender spot that made me suck in air and shudder.
But I thanked Miss Lucy 12 times for whacking me and no strokes
were repeated. As I got up, I could see that Miss Lucy was
excited.

I asked if I could be of service and she told me to take her
panties off. I knelt down and took them off, they were blue, and
she slammed my face into her pussy. She smelled different than
Kathleen and Sarah, but I found it attractive. I think she came
in a few minutes but she held me and I didn't slow down. I think
I stayed there for at least fifteen minutes.

She fell back onto her bed, and told me to stand in the corner
in her tiny room for an hour. She said it was required. I
thought to myself, who but she and I would know.

My face was covered with moisture from Lucy's pussy. And I felt
abused but I guessed that's what this was all about.

Lucy said: "Press yourself into the corner."

I muttered: "Yes Ma'am."

Lucy said: "No talking and no moving."

I was supposed to think about why I was being punished. Lucy
wanted an assignation in her room and gave me a demerit. Then
she gave me an erotic but unnecessarily hard spanking over her
luscious thighs. That made her horny and I satisfied her. I
smiled inside.

Finally Lucy announced that my hour was over and we could go to
class. She fastened the leash to the collar and handcuffed me
and we marched out of her tiny room.

The class was more of the same, I tried new things and
hairdressing is not so hard. There is art to it and I found it
interesting.

After class Miss Karen fastened her leash to me, handcuffed me
and led me away. I was puzzled but, she had nice legs and a
pretty face but and she held a leash, so I followed. I realized
we were headed to the little rooms. Miss Karen's room was about
the same size as Miss Lucy's but it was laid out differently.

Miss Karen unleashed me, unlocked my chains and told me to
strip. She said she wanted to examine the results of the
strapping I got for the demerits she awarded me. She told me to
lie across her lap. I did.

I guess she examined me. She then told me to get on my knees in
front of her. She told me to pull down her panties, black ones.
I did so gladly. And then I got to put my face in yet another
pussy that smelled different than any other. I guess I liked it.
It took a very long time and when it happened she just kept
pressing my head into her with one hand and she was rubbing her
breast with the other. My knees actually got sore on the padded
carpet, we stayed there so long.

She didn't make me stand in the corner. She decided to use the
toilet and me. I patted her dry and helped her up and put her
black panties back on. I asked if I may use her toilet, and she
said no, I was not allowed to. I had to use the `public' ones
but she would take me there.

I put on the girdle, she fastened the chain, she put on the
leash, she handcuffed me, and off we went. I felt like I had
been passed around. Are you a prostitute if you don't have a
choice? I asked myself. I didn't think so.

In the afternoon class I had the privilege of shampooing and
trimming Ms. Schmid. We had another quiz. I got something wrong
but it earned a demerit.

Miss Lucy came for me and said I had a demerit that she didn't
give, but since it was only one, that she would punish me
herself.

I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy."

We went to her room.

I was released from leash, handcuffs, and chains and told to
strip and stand in the corner. It's not the standing in the
corner that bothered me as much as the dismissal. But I knew it
was counterproductive to resist.

After about five or ten minutes Lucy said I may kneel down in
front of her.

She said: "Take off my pants."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And took off yellow panties that I would
have toyed with but Miss Lucy was not looking patient.

I peeled them down her legs and when her feet and legs were free
they were wrapped around my head. Then her hands helped pull my
head in. I really liked servicing Lucy, she smelled good, she
came quickly, she liked to come several times and she liked me.
Afterwards, I knew it was afterward because her feet were on the
floor and she pushed my head away, I was allowed to continue to
kneel and admire Lucy's pussy.

She said: "I was leaving tomorrow morning. But I had to have my
demerit cleared otherwise I couldn't leave."

I didn't see any problem so I continued my concentration of the
lovely pussy.

She said, "I can't properly spank you after that."

I couldn't understand because yesterday after I ate her she
mercilessly put me into the corner. So I continued my studies,
thinking I would eat her some more if she wanted it.

She said maybe I could stay in her room tonight and she would
spank me in the morning.

I didn't think my opinion was actually being sought, but I liked
being in her room, between her thighs. Then she said, she would
get Karen to administer the punishment. She had me put her
panties back on, and told me to go back into the corner.

I waited for maybe twenty minutes, then Miss Karen and Miss Lucy
came back into the tiny room. Lucy sat on the bed and Karen sat
on the chair. Karen is going to spank you and I will make sure
you stay in the corner for an hour.

Karen said, "You may lie across my knee."

I thought this was incredibly sexy. Karen had pulled her tiny
skirt up, so I could see her black panties. I lay across her
lap.

She said: "You have been trained to thank the spanker and count
the strokes so you will do that."

I said yes ma'am. And my butt once again exploded with pain and
I thanked Miss Karen and counted one stroke. I was surprised
when it didn't stop at ten. The paddle kept thumping down and it
stopped at twenty. I didn't know why.

Karen left. Lucy told me to stand very tightly in the corner.
And that was all. I was so happy to go home. It was because I
loved my wife and Miss Kathleen who started it all.

I never learned why I got twenty strokes. I slept on the carpet
of Miss Lucy's room. She chained me to a cabinet handle for the
night. It was a little silly. She woke me very early and said I
had to be ready in two hours.

What do we have to do to get ready I asked, she didn't answer
but pulled me into the toilet to wipe her. I helped her pull up
her panties and get up. She took my hand and pulled me over to
her bed where she sat down and pulled me down to the floor. I
was kneeling in front of her again.

I thought that I was happy to be here, but this lady was a
nympho. I haven't had my face in a pussy that long ever before.

"May I wash my face?" I asked.

Miss Lucy said, "Its not allowed."

I said: "Miss Lucy would you please take me to the public
toilets?"

She said: "Yes, but you have to be chained, leashed, and
handcuffed."

I washed my face so I wouldn't smell like Miss Lucy.

I was led to Ms. Schmid's office and I saw my dear Kathleen.

Lucy removed the leash and put me facing the wall across from
Kathleen.

Ms. Schmid said: "Have the demerits been accounted for?"

Ms. Lucy said: "Yes, Ms. Schmid."

Ms. Schmid said: "Can we invite him back?"

Ms. Lucy said: "Yes, Ms. Schmid."

Ms. Schmid said to Kathleen: "Thank you for bringing Jim to us.
It seems he is a natural hair dresser and we will welcome him in
February."

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Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:54:25 -0500
From: randolphus

Bill's Warning

part one

My name is Bill. I would like to tell you to be very careful
what you wish for, because sometimes it comes true.

I met Darlene at an Obama headquarters in Los Angeles. She had a
computer problem and I was one of the volunteer computer guys.
She worked, when she wasn't working on the campaign, at a law
firm. She was a freshman lawyer.

It turned out that she graduated from the University of Maryland
one year after I did and we exchanged stories about how we each
got to L.A.

At dinner we drank a lot of wine and the talking never stopped.
We exchanged phone numbers, cell numbers, e-mail addresses, web
sites and didn't want to leave.

The next night we went to the planetarium in Griffith Park that
overlooks L.A. It's one of the half dozen world class sights.
She was surprised and delighted and we talked the whole time.

I forgot to say I thought she was beautiful, she wore her light
brown hair short, her mouth smiled when she relaxed; her blue
eyes always seemed to glitter. She had an athletic build and she
walked as fast as I did.

We lived near each other. So I offered to pick her up the next
evening - Friday.

We went to a small Italian restaurant that served great Chianti.
We talked from the moment she got into my car until we parked at
her apartment. We started groping in the car when she suggested
we go to her apartment.

The apartment was a one bedroom unit that looked over a
courtyard with a swimming pool in the middle of it. There was a
small kitchen open to a small eating area attached to a larger
living room and a door to a bedroom and a door to a toilet.
Darlene had furnished it modestly; there was a sofa, a coffee
table and a bookcase with lots of books and a TV.

We got onto the sofa and resumed where we left off in the car.
Then there was a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom.
Darlene was more aggressive than I, I wanted to kiss and touch
more, she wanted to screw more, what about protection? She said
to stop worrying about each of my concerns. I jumped her, me on
top, and that worked for us, then she jumped me, her on top and
I liked looking up at her, and seeing her cute boobs.

We cuddled for a while and then started talking. We got up, and
drank up her wine and went back to bed, when I found a pussy on
my face. She had me in her hands and we both did it again. Then
we cuddled again and I fell asleep.

I woke and saw her sitting at the tiny table in the eating area.
She had made coffee and I could smell it. I sat across from her
and we started talking. The subject of Fem-Dom came up. She knew
a lot about it, or at least she had read lots of stuff. I told
her it was one of my recurrent fantasies, being the object of a
domineering female. She asked me about it and I was as
forthright as I could be, even though I was embarrassed saying
these things, but she was so special, I could tell her
everything.

I remember, she said: "Women are generally smarter than men, in
our situation I'm an attorney and you're just a computer guy."
The conversation moved on and I never got to dispute that. But
it illustrates her attitude.

She said: "The part I don't understand is in your fantasies,
your punishments are like those given to a child."

I said: "I know it's kind of weird, I've never spoken about it
to anyone before."

We talked and talked about Fem-Dom, about the Obama campaign and
how we hated George Bush.

Eventually she wanted to know if I was ready to try it. I would
have said yes to her if she wanted me to do back flips from her
balcony into the swimming pool. So of course I said yes.

She said: "We should set a time limit like six months to a
year."

I said: "How about forever?"

She said: "Did you just propose to me?"

I got on my knees and took her hand and said: "I want to spend
the rest of my life with you."

She said: "But how do you know you will want to do Fem-Dom
forever?"

I said: "If you want live that way, I want to live that way;" I
had total confidence that this was the right woman. We came from
the same kinds of families, from the same area, we agreed on
religion, politics, everything. Did I say I thought she was
beautiful?

She said: "Are you ready to say you will do what I tell you and
you will not be able to tell me what I have to do?"

I said: "Yes Madam Darlene."

Darlene said: "I want to be sure you understand, if you wanted
sex and I didn't want it, you wouldn't get it."

I said: "Of course, but what has that got to do with Fem-Dom?"

She said: "What if I asked you to do all the household chores."

I said: "I hate household chores but I would do it."

She said: "I think you have been warned, I accept."

I said: "It sounds like a lawyer's disclaimer, but I love you
and I want to be with you forever;" we kissed and ended up in
bed again.

We cuddled and started talking. Fem-Dom came up again and she
said: "There will only be sex when I want it."

I said: "Darlene I could not have sex with you if you didn't
want it. Period."

She said: "You're a great guy, that's why I want you, but I want
to be sure you understand what you're getting into."

I said: "As long as you're there, I'll be happy."

Then nothing about Fem-Dom until after we were married. We flew
back to Maryland where our families were and her mom and dad had
a big wedding for us. We told everyone we were honeymooning in
Hawaii but we were going to hide out in her apartment for a
week.

Then Fem-Dom came up again. Darlene said: "This place is dirty,
please dust and vacuum the apartment and pick up the dishes and
magazines, generally clean this place up."

I said: "I'm reading something."

Darlene said: "You have to do what I tell you, do you remember
that? From now on when I give you an instruction you say 'Yes
ma'am'. Clean this apartment, NOW!"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene said: "I also want the bathroom cleaned, especially the
toilet."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene said: "I'm going out and I'll be back in about an hour
and I will inspect your work."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I cleaned the little apartment in minutes, I scrubbed the
bathtub and toilet and wiped the mirror, I cleaned the kitchen
and washed all the dishes. It took under fifty minutes. I went
back to reading the magazine.

Darlene came back with a shopping bag. She said: "I've been
away, and I come into the apartment and you just sit there, if
we had a dog he would jump up and down and wag his tail, maybe
you could get up and say how glad you are to see me, maybe a hug
and a kiss."

I jumped up, grabbed my sweetheart, kissed her and hugged her
and told her how glad I was to see her.

Darlene said: "That was better: Much better. Now let's go into
the bedroom."

I hadn't seen what she purchased, maybe a new teddy.

She said: "I want you to pull down your pants and underwear and
stand in this corner."

I wanted to say something.

She yelled: "NOW!"

I did what she said.

She said: "I'm going to inspect your housework, I hope for your
sake it was done well."

She didn't say to follow her. Do I have to keep standing here I
wondered. I agreed to do what she told me to. I told her about
my fantasies. About the stern wife, oh my god is this what I'm
getting, is she playing? I didn't tell her how to talk in a
threatening way. Or is this real? I wondered.

She came back to the bedroom. She said: "I'm very satisfied with
the housework, but I am dissatisfied with your attitude. You
agreed to do what I tell you, and I expect immediate obedience.
If I give you instructions you do it immediately, you say yes
ma'am."

She said: "Do you agree that you were slow to respond when I
told you to clean the apartment?"

I said: "Yes."

She said: "Yes what?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Good you've learned my name. Now come over here and
get across my knee."

I turned around and she had pulled her skirt up, and she held a
long wooden paddle. I could barely see all the way up her
thighs, she was wearing pantyhose and her thighs looked very
sexy. I leaned over my hands on the floor, lying across her lap.
She took hold of my waist with her left hand and whacked me with
the paddle in her right hand.

I said: "Darlene please not so hard."

She said: "That's not my name and that was not hard." With that
she whacked me even harder.

I said urgently: "Ma'am I can't take that."

She said: "You will take it and you will avoid disobeying me."
And she whacked me again, and again and again.

And an extra mighty one.

She said: "Back in the corner, now."

I jumped up and stood in the corner.

She said: "What do you say when I give an order."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I could hear her breathing hard.

She said: "No talking and stand still."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I tried to remember if this was a fantasy I told her, or is this
real.

She left the bedroom. I heard the tea-kettle whistle. Is this
Fem-Dom? Will I be able to carry out my end of the agreement? I
wondered.

Darlene came back to the bedroom; I heard her sitting on the
bed. She said: "Come kneel in front of me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "When I give an order what will you do?"

I said: "I will say yes ma'am and immediately start doing what
you tell me."

She said: "What will you do when I come in from somewhere and
you're sitting down"

I said: "I will get up and hug and kiss my pretty wife and tell
her I'm glad to see her."

She said: "Did the spanking and the corner help you decide to do
these things?

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "I wasn't going to be strict with you during our
honeymoon. But it's too good an opportunity to get used to the
rules you will have. Do you still agree that this is what we
agreed?"

I said: "Yes ma'am; it is exactly what I agreed to, it just took
me by surprise and I am very sorry for the lapse and I
appreciate what you did."

She said: "You said all that perfectly, now let's see if you
meant it."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was getting aroused looking at her from
this angle, I could see her white panties, her protruding
breasts and I felt she had become all powerful.

Darlene said: "I went shopping for things to discipline you
with, this paddle is a board used to form pasta. It's an
excellent paddle, but I want more stuff. I didn't like the look
of the stores that sell it. Maybe you can order them online. I
brought you this pretty doggie collar, let's see if it fits;"

She opened the clasp on the dog collar and put it around my
neck, and she fastened the clasp and said: "It fits you
perfectly;"

She produced a leash she brought and snapped it onto the collar.
Then she pulled on the leash and led me into the eating area and
had me lean over one of the chairs. She had bought a long belt
that the wrapped around my waist and around the frame of the
back of the chair and fastened it.

She said: "I can fasten you to the chair and give you a good
spanking. Will you like that?"

I was so aroused and surprised I didn't realize she was asking
me anything.

Darlene said: "I asked you a question, I expect an answer."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, yes I like it that you can tie me down
but I'm also frightened."

Darlene said: "It would be good if you were a little frightened;
I'll try to live up to your worst fears." Then she kissed me. I
was still fastened to the chair. She said: "Is it very
uncomfortable?"

I said: "No ma'am, I'm supporting my weight with my hands on the
seat."

She said: "What if your hands were handcuffed behind your back?"

I tried putting my hands behind my back, and the back of the
chair started pressing sharply into my stomach. I told her.

She said: "If I handcuff you over the chair, I'll get you a
pillow to put under your tummy."

She said: "I want you to fix up ways I can fasten you, I know
you're good at these things. Also I want you to order stuff from
the net. I've made a list."

The List

Handcuffs, four sets,
Leather strap
Rod or cane
Ball gag - two pieces.
Male Chastity device - something that can be worn for extended
periods that will guarantee prevention of masturbation.

I sat down at Darlene's computer and searched for the items,
there were hundreds of hits and I tried to find a reputable
reseller. The first four items were almost generic but there
were special ones, the chastity device was more difficult, each
one was different and the comments indicated none was totally
satisfactory. The one I selected was guaranteed failure proof
and it could be worn over a month which I hoped was way longer
than Darlene planned for me. I printed out all the specs of the
stuff I was going to order and knelt in front of Darlene to
present them.

She said: "You don't have to kneel except when I tell you. It
was nice though, I'll think about how you can show me respect."

I said: "Here are the specs of the things you asked me to order,
would you like to review them?"

She took the sheets from me and went through them slowly. She
said: "These are fine, get expedited shipping if it's available.
I want the stuff so we can try it out while we have time off."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Amazingly the stuff would arrive the day after tomorrow and it
all cost under $500.

I don't know if it was the spanking but Darlene looked even more
attractive and sexy than before. She seemed pleased with me for
ordering the - I was going to say sex toys, but they were
punishment toys.

I hugged her and told her how much I loved her. She responded
but not quite like last night. But we ended up in bed together.
It was so fantastic to have been spanked and put in the corner
by my lovely wife. I owe her so much for playing my games. We
had very passionate sex with me on top, her on top and no one on
top. I fell asleep holding my bride.

When I woke I saw Darlene at the table working on a piece of
paper, I thought it strange that she was working when we had a
whole week off. I said: "What are you working on sweet baby?"

Darlene said: "Make us some coffee and come over here and we can
talk."

I said: "Sure, it'll take a few minutes;"

We have one of those coffee makers that use pods for the coffee;
it warms up and churns out cups in fractions of minutes. I found
some oatmeal cookies and put them on a plate and brought in two
cups of coffee.

Darlene said: "Here are ten rules for our marriage:"

1. When I give you an order, you do it right away and say 'yes
ma'am'.

2. If I come into your presence you will kneel and wait for my
instructions.

3. If you come into my presence you will kneel by my feet and
wait for instructions.

4. The entire apartment is your responsibility to keep clean.
That includes the kitchen and bathroom. Any dirt found at any
time may result in punishment.

5. You will fix breakfast and dinner and when we are at home
also lunch. If I don't like what you have prepared you will be
punished.

6. You will not initiate sex or do anything that can be
construed as trying to initiate sex.

7. You are responsible for all my clothes, they must be clean
and ready to wear, that includes my shoes.

8. You will do all the shopping including my personal needs.

9. You may not have any alcoholic beverage unless I give it to
you.

10. You have no rights except what I allow. There is no argument
or appeal.

She said: "Let's discuss each rule and you may ask questions."

She said: "Rule one - we had a practical review of this one. I
tell you to do something, you must do it right away and saying
'yes ma'am' tells me you heard me and you respect my authority.
Any questions?"

I said: "No questions ma'am:" I couldn't believe my wife talking
like this - respect her authority.

She said: "Rule two - When I walk into the apartment or into a
room where you are, whatever you're doing, you stop, get on your
knees and wait. I want to emphasize that you wait. I may want to
see what you had done, or I might want a glass of water, you
wait for me to tell you what to do. Any questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule three - It's the same idea, but you respect that
if I'm doing something then you have to wait until I'm ready.
It's important that you understand that you have to wait, and I
don't have any urgency resulting from you arriving. Any
questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule four is simple and you have shown me how well
you can do it. You have the responsibility for keeping this
apartment clean. The windows, mirrors the chrome fixtures all
have to be gleaming, make sure the floor is clean, I may make
you eat off of it sometimes. The kitchen and bathrooms have to
be kept spotless, the porcelain should shine. You will make the
bed every morning. Any questions?"

I said "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule five is that you will do the cooking. I don't
want the same food every day and I want it to be nutritious,
Oprah got a nutritionist and I want the same thing. I know you
can't do that today, but what I accept today is not what I'm
going to accept next week. You have to study, maybe get the
magazines in the supermarket checkout, they always have recipes;
it's your problem. Any Questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule six. You wanting sex, has nothing to do with me
wanting sex. You have to figure out how to make me want sex.
Feed me well, keep the place clean, have a good attitude, be
interested in me, those things will help your cause. You may
touch me a limited amount, you may kiss my neck, you can rub my
feet, but you can't grab my boobs or put your hand on my pussy
any time you feel like it. Any questions?"

I said: "You are inviting me to seduce you but not demand sex,
ma'am."

She said: "That's exactly what I said but I don't want you to
get fresh just because you feel frisky, do you understand that?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Rule seven is another chore for you, mostly men are
not interested in women's clothes, but I want you to take an
interest in clothes and shoes. So it's not just laundry and shoe
polishing, I want your fashion opinions, what looks good on me,
a general interest in my clothing. You can go with me to buy
lingerie, I know you'll like that. Any questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule eight is another chore. You do the shopping for
food, toiletries for you and me and cleaning supplies. Any
questions?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "Rule nine You may not drink without my permission.
Are we clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Rule ten is a very large rule. It says that you can't
do anything without my permission. As a practical matter I let
you do what you want, but you haven't said you want to buy a
boat. You may not unless I give you permission, you might be a
latent sports nut and want to watch football on Sunday, only if
I let you. This rule makes me the queen and you the serf. This
rule and rule one which is the same expressed differently create
the environment where you become my slave. I tried to make
exactly ten rules so it would be concise, but this is our
constitution. Do you agree and understand? I won't ever ask
again."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I agree and I understand."

She said: "I know there will be times you may wish you hadn't
agreed. But I'll try to make this work for us. I intend to be
strict in the enforcement of the rules and I will be purposeful
with the punishments which I expect will become rarer and rarer.
But if we're in agreement let's move on."

Darlene said: "I want you to write the rules down and memorize
them."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but why do I have to write them down, you
already have."

Darlene said: "It will help you to start memorizing them, I
expect you to live by these rules. And tell me what is the first
rule?"

I said: "When you tell me to do something I will immediately do
it and say yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I will begin writing
immediately."

Darlene said: "I intend to enforce these rules very strictly. I
think that's what we agreed. You will be punished for
questioning an order instead of immediately doing it."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I wondered what this was going to be like.
I could do the work but what if she wanted to cane me after
tying me down, would she do that? Could I endure that?

I also thought that I rushed into agreeing to all the terms,
maybe I should have negotiated. But doing chores is not all that
a husband is about. She will want someone to plan and share
activities, if I don't get sex she won't get sex, and there are
other things good and bad where we are partners, and California
is a community property state. This is how I consoled myself
that everything would work out.

Darlene said: "I want you to make six copies, you can write on
both sides of the paper. I'm going to give you a test to make
sure you know the rules later."

So I started copying the rules, I changed the person (you to I
etc) so she gave orders and I had to follow them. The more I
studied them the more I realized how I had given up all my
rights and privileges. I agreed to become Darlene's object to
boss around and use. I thought at the time that everything would
work out, but it was moving so fast.

I made up a mnemonic to memorize the rules by number. It was
like Darlene went to some class learning about Fem-Dom and I
just had vague fantasies. Like the pro meets the amateur.

I had the three sheets and I knelt in front of the goddess and
waited. After a few minutes Darlene said: "When you're waiting
for me and you position yourself to look up my skirt you just
excite yourself for no good reason, I don't mind you getting
excited looking at me but it does nothing for me. Do you
understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

She said: "What do you want?"

I said: "I completed the copying of the rules, ma'am."

She examined each page from top to bottom. And then she said:

"You do neat work and I'm pleased with that. I want you to take
the original and add these words:

I Bill Smith agree to abide by these rules to maintain the
privilege of being married to Darlene Smith. Nothing in these
rules obligates Darlene Smith.

And sign it if you want to."

I said: "But ma'am aren't you obligated to be my Mistress?"

Darlene said: "No, you have to make sure you serve me so well
that I will want to keep you."

I said: "But we're married;" I realized that that was pretty
lame after I said it.

Darlene said: "You're a sweet boy, what I want you to realize is
that you have to serve me, I chose you, if you don't measure up,
I will choose someone else. But you should know that before that
happens you won't have any skin left on your ass. I will do
whatever I can to train you to be the slave of my dreams."

I said: "Darlene don't ever leave me, I will be the most devoted
slave, you'll see;" Now I was begging.

Darlene bent over and hugged me. She said: "I would never leave
you to some other woman. I think you are a treasure. But isn't
this the arrangement you want?"

I hung my head and said: "Yes of course dearest mistress. If I
don't perform you will throw me out."

We kissed and hugged. She said "date it tomorrow."

I wrote what she had dictated and signed the document and she
signed the document.

Darlene said: "This is your last free night, what would you like
to do?"

I said "There are two rules, one says I can't drink and the
other says I can't initiate sex. How about drinking and
initiating sex?"

Darlene laughed and said: "Do you have any specific ideas?"

I said: "The first is the Italian restaurant where we had our
second date and the second is here."

Dinner was as good as the first time. We talked about
everything, I was actually interested in cooking and one of the
questions was what kinds of foods had she been exposed to and
liked. So we talked about our mom's and what they cooked; and
what we liked and the best selling doctors' nutrition ideas.

Darlene said: "I didn't know you were interested in food?"

I said: "You awakened my interest;" actually I said that to win
favor with my goddess.

At some point, maybe while we were enjoying the second bottle of
Chianti I confessed to Darlene that I was scared. Darlene said:
"What are you afraid of, that I will beat you too hard, or that
I will work you too hard?"

I said: "Not those things, I worry that as I become a slave
object, you won't love me any more."

Darlene said: "That's why we have the rules. I do love you and I
will always but in our Fem-Dom lifestyle I will be the dominant
partner and I want to control you. Don't you want to be under my
control?"

I said: "Of course I do, I signed a contract today."

Darlene said: "Would you be satisfied if I enforce the rules
lackadaisically?"

I said: "Of course not, I see what you mean, the rules have to
be made, and you have to be strict. And I signed up for it."

I said: "Can I buy presents for you?"

Darlene thought for a while and said: "Let's say you can spend
$250 buying presents for me, things for the apartment and so on
without further permission. But I want to be strict, if it's
$250.01 you must get permission first. That limit includes tax
and shipping. I appreciate you considering these matters and
asking. If you make me angry or frustrated you know I will
resort to severe corporal punishment. In business they sometimes
say asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission, but the
opposite will be true in our family."

I thought I'd better change the subject. This was easy because I
selected the restaurant's Tiramisu for dessert and our server
described the special recipe of the chef which was better than
any of the other six or seven restaurants he had worked at.
Since I was now a foodie, I had him talking for five minutes.

We had coffee and were the last people to leave the restaurant.
We were walking distance from Darlene's apartment but I had
trouble keeping my hands off her on the way home. When we got
into the apartment Darlene said: "I want you to describe how
this would happen tomorrow night."

I said: "Well I couldn't have the wine unless you shared it, but
you probably would in a restaurant, and afterwards I couldn't
touch you all over and I couldn't say lets have sex."

Darlene said: "So what would you do?"

I said: "I would offer to take off your shoes so I could give
your feet a nice rub, and if you seemed relaxed, I would offer
to undress you and tuck you in and hope you might invite me in
with you."

Darlene said: "That sounds very nice, why don't you try it?"

I said: "Madame Darlene may I take off your shoes and massage
your feet?"

Darlene said: "I would like that."

Darlene is so beautiful that when I knelt down to take off her
shoes and looked up at her my hands were almost uncontrollable.
I was in awe of her.

With her shoes off, I started flexing toes and rubbing her foot;
I wanted to kiss her feet but I was afraid it might not have the
right effect on her. Thinking of her when I was so aroused was
new and difficult.

I said: "Madam Darlene may I undress you."

Darlene said: "You may."

I unbuttoned her jeans and she raised herself up and I pulled
off her jeans then her panties; I pulled her t-shirt up and off,
and unfastened her bra and removed it.

Remembering what she had said I started kissing her from just
below her ear around her neck to the other side, while rubbing
her back with my hands. I let one hand start exploring her
tummy, then I moved around and my other hand went inside her
thighs and started massaging there, I bent down to kiss her
tummy, working up to her breasts and kept kissing. Then her hand
moved mine to her pussy and I started petting.

Afterwards when we were cuddling: Darlene said, "Two questions:
one, was that hard?, and two, what are you making for my
breakfast?"

I said: "Didn't I violate rule six?"

Darlene said: "You may kiss my feet or the back of my neck but I
may tell you to stop, that's different."

I said: "I haven't examined the refrigerator yet."

Darlene snuggled tighter letting me know we were going to sleep.

Today I become Darlene's slave. I thought I would commemorate
that by serving her breakfast in bed, at least the first course.
I had noticed she was an OJ and cereal and milk person. I found
a serving tray we received as a wedding gift and took it to her.

Darlene said: "This is wonderful you are such a creative boy."

I said: "Thank you madam Darlene."

She said: "Why don't you call me Miss Darlene, it's easier and
it shows the same respect."

I said: "Yes Miss Darlene."

Darlene said: "Sit here with me while I enjoy this."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was trying to absorb the change in our
life, but I couldn't detect any change yet. I sat on the chair
and turned it to face the bed.

Darlene said: "What are your plans today?"

I said: "I wanted to go to the grocery store and hardware
store."

She said: "That's fine. Whenever you leave the apartment make
sure I have given you permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "If I go out usually I'll let you know. But I don't
need permission so don't get frantic."

I said: "Miss Darlene, may we discuss our finances, we can sign
on each others' accounts but I think we should consolidate them
into one and one of us has to take the responsibility of paying
bills."

She said: "You do that, I have a composition book where I'm
writing the additional duties I assign to you. I have a steno
book that I'm writing the demerits I'm handing out to you and
the punishments you receive. We'll keep the books in the
kitchen. You can look through it; I may send you to write the
demerit yourself."

At the hardware store I aroused myself by buying hooks, snaps,
tie wraps, chain and locks to secure me to every wall and piece
of furniture we have.

At the grocery store I bought a variety of yoghurt, granola and
fruit, every style of spaghetti sauce and pastas in every shape.
I also bought tampons and panty liners.

Darlene decided a hook should go in the corner in our bedroom; I
put a hook in the bathroom opposite the toilet; and a hook went
next to the bookcase holding the TV.

I attached a quick release snap to the dog collar. I put small
hooks on the insides of the front two legs of a kitchen chair.

I showed Darlene how it all worked. If I wore the dog collar,
she could put the snap into the hooks I put into the walls. If I
were handcuffed, I couldn't unsnap the collar. She understood
and tried the snap and it worked easily for her. She was
pleased. I showed her how she could fasten the handcuff to the
chair leg and it wouldn't slide down. Then if she handcuffed me
to the chair I would be secured but I could support myself.

Darlene said: "But we don't have the handcuffs yet?" And our
doorbell rang, I answered it and it was Fed Ex, I buzzed the
deliveryman in. It was our punishment toys order.

I attached two handcuffs to the legs of the chair. Darlene said:
"Pants down, over the chair."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She fastened the handcuffs to my wrists and used the long belt
to fasten my waist. Then she fastened the dog collar around my
neck. The snap was dangling, she found the chain I had bought
and wrapped it around the back of the chair and fastened the
ends into the snap, so my head was pulled down. Then she
fastened the gag.

Darlene said: "I'm going to try out our new toys. When I tell
you to copy pages you don't argue with me. When I give you an
order you say 'yes ma'am' and get to work."

And POW with the paddle I was gagged but the paddle made a lot
of noise

And pow four more times, this was much harder than yesterday.
Then I got five with the strap I'd ordered. And five more with
the five foot long fiber glass rod that really stung. I was in
agony, that had really hurt and Darlene left. I was just folded
over feeling sick.

Finally Darlene came back and released the snap and the chain
fell to the floor, then she unlocked the handcuffs, released the
gag and unbuckled the belt around my waist.

She said: "You may pull your pants up. This is a taste, only a
sample of what you will get if you don't follow the rules."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I pulled up my pants and buckled my
belt.

Darlene said: "Hands behind you."

She handcuffed me and took the snap and led me to her bedroom
and snapped me into the hook in the corner.

She said: "No moving, no talking, whether I'm watching you or
not."

A long time later Darlene came back and unlocked the handcuffs
and unhooked me. She said: "You may remove the collar."

She had me kneel in front of her. She said: "Why were you
punished?"

I said: "Because you told me to write pages and I argued."

She said: "What will you do in the future when I give you a
command?"

I said: "I will say 'yes ma'am' and get to work."

She said: "Which rule covers this behavior."

I said: "Rule number one."

Darlene said, "Bring me the punishments book."

I went to get it and came back and knelt where I had been and
waited. I knew I was being tested.

Finally Darlene took the book and said: "I'm writing that you
were punished for violating Rule one. You got fifteen strokes
and thirty minutes. Next time it will be more. Put the book back
and fix lunch."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I had just been to the store and I fixed frozen beef tamales and
a corn salad. For Darlene a Corona Light, for me a diet Coke. I
waited for Darlene and seated her and put a napkin in her lap
and sat down opposite her.

Darlene said: "Did you give me a beer because you wanted one?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You are lying, I won't tolerate games, go stand in a
corner someplace I can't see you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I went to the bedroom and stood in the corner. I felt terrible,
she was right, I had lied, but it wasn't really a lie. Who can
say why I did something. I guess I lied. How can she forgive me.
I'll probably get a beating.

I stood for a really long time, lunch was around 1:00 and the
sun was making long shadows in the room.

Finally Darlene came into the room: "Put this on:" she handed me
the collar.

I said: "Miss Darlene may I talk?"

She said: "No you are in the corner being punished."

She said: "Hands behind your back."

She handcuffed me and snapped the collar onto the hook. She
closed the blinds and the door to the bedroom. I heard her
moving around and I could tell she picked up her pocket book and
the front door opened and closed. I was feeling worse and worse
about what I had done. If only I hadn't lied. It was getting
agonizing to stand.

It had been dark for a long time when the front door opened.

The bedroom door opened and Darlene came in.

She said: "Have you been moving?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Have you finished lying for today?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She unsnapped the collar and led me into the eating area and
pulled me down so I was kneeling in front of her. She said: "I
have bought something to help you resolve not to lie."

I could see she had some castor oil.

She said: "You will have several spoons full."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I could see the light at the end of the
tunnel to forgiveness; I'll swallow the whole damn bottle if she
tells me to.

I took one teaspoon full and it was so awful. I savored it and
swallowed. I was evil and this was evil stuff.

She gave me another and I swallowed it.

She said: "I will not tolerate you gaming our rules like you did
and I will punish you for that. Also our relationship rests on
honesty with each other. Lying is like a cancer that will
destroy us. Standing for three hours and tasty castor oil was a
down payment on the punishment for lying; you were told not to
move while standing in the corner and you admit you moved. My
problem is how am I going to adequately punish you. To start
lets get you over the chair."

I stood and she undid my belt and jeans and pulled them down. I
leaned over the chair, where was my pillow? I decided not to
ask. She clipped the collar to the looped chain holding my head
down. She tightened the belt that held my waist to the top of
the chair. I couldn't move and the top of the chair was
painfully cutting into me. I didn't want to say anything to my
goddess who is so mad at me.

She left me and worked in the kitchen. Then she came back and
told me to open my mouth and in went a ball dripping with castor
oil. She had a plate to catch the drips. She fastened the gag so
I couldn't scream. I was going to be beaten. I deserve it. I
deserve the castor oil; I deserve the painful back of the chair.

Darlene said: "I'm going to beat you with this belt until you
are bright red from your waist to your knees."

I simply can't describe how painful they were, I heard her
exerting herself and I lost count but it was between twenty and
thirty strokes.

She took off the gag, and picked up the plate and made me lick
it clean. I was hoping I wouldn't throw up, it was so vile.

She said: "I only used about a quarter of the bottle. When I
bought it I was going to make you drink it all. Would you like
that?"

I said: "I accept anything you want to do."

She pulled on my hair but my head could only come up a few
inches because of the chain. She unclipped the chain so she
could look at me. She said: "You want more castor oil?"

I said: "Miss Darlene I was so stupid, punish me as severely as
you want to, I only want you to give me another chance."

She said: "Tell me in your own words what happened."

I said: "I thought if you had a beer you would say why don't I
get one too, and when you asked if I was trying to manipulate
you, I lied. I promise, promise I will never lie to you again
under any circumstances. I'm not trying to evade punishment but
the whole time I stood in the corner I agonized how stupid I was
lying and wished I could take it back."

Darlene said: "All that sounds good. You don't have to worry,
you won't evade the punishment."

There was no question there but I still can't believe I was so
stupid. I will never lie to this glorious goddess. Please
forgive me.

Darlene said: "Let's put you back in the corner in the dark room
to stand and reflect on your evil ways."

She just took the snap on the collar and led me to the corner
and I was restrained. She turned off the light and closed the
door. There was a little street light squeezing in through the
blinds.

My first day as a slave and I managed to screw up big time; how
can I make it up? I kept wondering. I reviewed the rules, I
could do them all, the clothes will be a challenge but I could
do the rest in my sleep. Why did I screw up, how did it happen,
over and over.

I must have fallen asleep. Darlene was pushing me down on the
floor. She covered me. But I was still handcuffed. I lay on my
stomach and eventually I fell asleep again.

I woke and it must have been the middle of the night and I had
to pee. The previous day crashed into my consciousness, and I
felt miserable, unworthy and very uncomfortable. If I got up and
managed to go to the bathroom, how would I get my pants down? I
decided I would have to just hold it. Finally light started
filtering in. I said quietly: "Miss Darlene." I tried it again
in ten minutes or so and again, and again.

Finally she said: "What do you want?"

I said: "Miss Darlene I need to pee urgently."

She pulled me up by the snap on the collar and led me to the
bathroom. She undid my pants and pulled down my shorts and
pushed me down on the toilet seat.

I looked at her and she was naked and so beautiful my tool got
hard and I couldn't pee.

She said: "You are so pathetic, you woke me up because you had
to pee and then you lust at me and now you can't. Just sit
here;" She turned off the light and closed the door.

Eventually I peed and I waited sitting on the toilet seat with
my pants down and my hands cuffed behind me. I managed to flush
the toilet.

Darlene came in and pulled me up by the collar and snapped it
into the hook I had put up. Now I was standing in the bathroom,
my pants down and my hands cuffed behind me.

Darlene said: "You seem to be healing up. Are you finding all
this educational?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I will never lie to you again, never I
swear;" my voice was choked up.

Darlene said: "I'm giving you another chore, every morning you
will polish the handcuffs and the straps and the collar. I want
everything looking brand new. While you're polishing the
instruments I use to punish you, you can think of the oath you
just swore."

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene."

She left. I guess smelling her bathroom odor is part of this
punishment.

A long time later she came in and said: "It really stinks in
here;" she flushed the toilet and unhooked me and took me into
the bedroom where she sat me down on the bed. She placed the
penis lock device on me and locked the halves together. It felt
cold.

She said: "I want no moving in the corner. And she snapped me
in."

I was so forlorn, I had a lock on my penis, I was handcuffed, my
pants and shorts were around my ankles, and I was told not to
move, I missed lunch and dinner yesterday, no coffee and no
breakfast today. My goddess has discovered I'm a liar. I wanted
to cry.

A long time later Darlene said: "Have you been moving?"

I said: "I'm afraid I have ma'am."

Darlene said: "I'll be back in an hour, don't move."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I resolved not to move, I would do anything
she told me.

A long time later Darlene said; "Have you been moving."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Don't you want to be released?"

I said: "Oh please Miss Darlene."

She said: "I told you not to move."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene I tried real hard not to move,
but I hiccupped, my knee started hurting and my back hurts a
lot."

She said: "I'm afraid you will have to stay here another hour."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She came back and said: "Have you moved."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I really tried not to but my back and
shoulders hurt and cramp and moving them a little helps."

She said: "If I let you out for a little while would you write
me an essay on what happens when a member of a couple decides to
lie?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene unlocked the handcuffs and unsnapped me from the hook; I
pulled up my pants and wriggled all my muscles and joints.

I sat at the table in the eating area on the chair with the hand
cuffs dangling with a pen and a sheet of paper.

I wrote: When two people are very close a lie comes between
them, it causes one of the partners to board a large ship that
begins moving away. There is no way to get the partners back
together again; they grow farther and farther apart. I was so
stupid; I destroyed the only thing that mattered to me.

Darlene said: "Have I been punishing you excessively?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Darlene said: "Should I continue to punish you?"

I said: "I'm at your mercy Miss Darlene."

Darlene said: "Unfortunately I still don't feel merciful, go
into the bedroom and resume standing."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She snapped the collar onto the hook and handcuffed me again.
Then she turned off the lights and closed the door.

I resolved to hold still, but in a few minutes my whole body
sort of convulsed in a sort of shiver. I was sort of crying. I
slumped my head against the wall. I was going to be here another
night.

Darlene came back; it must have been another hour. She said:
"Have you been moving."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Are you prepared to stand here all night?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Are you ever going to lie to me again."

I said: "No ma'am, never."

Then Darlene turned off the light and closed the door. I
collapsed into the corner and eventually fell asleep.

I woke when Darlene was guiding me back to the floor where I was
last night and she covered me. I heard her getting into bed. I
was still handcuffed.

The light coming in the window woke me. I just lay there trying
to be comfortable in spite of the handcuffs. Darlene woke, she
went to the bathroom and came back and straddled me, she was
naked and lovely.

She said: "Roll over and I'll unlock your handcuffs."

It was so good to have my arms free, my shoulders started
burning as circulation resumed to some places. I was kneeling in
front of a naked Darlene who said:

"If we want this to work both of us have to be sincere and
honest. We can't play games. You can't misbehave to get punished
because it turns you on. I can't misbehave because I'm the
dominant and I can get away with it. We can't lie to each other.
Do you understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I understand and I was so stupid, I will
never ever under any circumstance lie to you again."

Darlene said: "Have I punished you enough?"

I said: "I have two answers, one - I will never lie to you
again, and two - I feel I betrayed you and I am so sorry. Maybe
if you punished me further you will eventually feel like
forgiving me."

Darlene said: "Are you willing to stand in the corner for
another day?"

I said: "I only want to be forgiven, if I have to stand in the
corner for a week I am ready."

Darlene said: "I might be ready to forgive you now."

I started kissing her feet.

Darlene said: "Fix us breakfast."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was so happy, I love my mistress.

I found the new granolas and yoghurt and I found the OJ. I set
our little table with china and wine glasses for OJ. I started
the coffee machine.

I went back to the bedroom and offered to help dress my baby. I
felt very energetic. She let me select her panties and bra and I
found some socks and helped her into her jeans. I put her shoes
on and laced and tied them.

Darlene said: "Have you thought about how much effort it takes
to punish you. I lose my partner, no one fixes me food, and I
worry about your health. I get punished too. I want you to
realize that."

I was on my knees putting her shoes on and I kissed her feet. I
said: "I will be a perfect slave. I won't give you any reason to
punish me."

Darlene laughed: "We'll see."

I wanted to delight her somehow, I served her OJ and coffee, and
then I refilled it, I said: "Would you like water Miss Darlene?"

I said: "Is the orange juice cold enough, would you like ice
cubes?"

I said: "Would you like another bowl?"

Darlene said: "Go clean something, just get out of here."

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Darlene;" I just wanted to serve her, do
anything for her.

I cleaned the bathroom cleaner than it had ever been. I made the
bed. I went into the closet and sorted her shoes. First I
arranged them by color, then I put all the high heel shoes on
one side and the flat shoes on the other, then.....

Darlene said: "What are you doing with my shoes?"

I said: "I was just arranging them so they would be more
convenient for you."

Darlene said: "That's nice, but I think the kitchen needs your
attention."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll do it at once."

Darlene said: "I think you're getting with the program."

It was such a tiny kitchen, that a little bit of use made it
look like chaos, the sink was full of dishes, the counter had
empty food packets and stuff left out of the refrigerator, the
little table had cereal boxes and used bowls and silverware, the
table cloth was soiled. In under fifteen minutes it looked
unused. I vacuumed the whole apartment in ten more. In under an
hour the whole place shined.

My glorious goddess was sitting on the sofa reading and I knelt
in front of her. She said: "What do you want."

I said: "I've finished cleaning the apartment. I was working on
the shoes and I wanted to examine your clothes."

Darlene said: "You may do that. I'm looking forward to hearing
your report."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I went through all of Darlene's drawers and closets. I folded
all her underwear and placed it neatly in the drawers; I sorted
her hanging clothes by color and hung jackets that went with
skirts together or on adjacent hangers. I tried imagining mixing
the jackets and skirts and hung the combinations suggestively
together. Then I found her blouses and shirts and did some
arithmetic. If each combination worked, we could dress her 54
separate ways. Of course colored stockings and shoes could add
to the combinations.

I made a list. Then I found a computer program for children, I
think, that let you dress a figure with different outfits and
colors. I played with it, configuring the model so it looked
like Darlene, at least the hair.

Darlene played with the site for almost two hours. I just stood
and watched. I had a list of her clothes that she kept
referencing.

When she finished playing she hugged me and said, "Let's go into
the bedroom."

Darlene pulled down her jeans and panties and sat on the bed and
said I could start kissing. I started at her feet and soon I was
at her knees then thighs when she got impatient and put my head
into her pussy. I grabbed her ass and leveraged myself into her.
I sucked and licked for fifteen minutes before she came and I
continued and she quickly came again, I could tell because she
was noisy and she clamped my head by squeezing her thighs. I
would have stayed there longer but she told me to strip and I
ended up cuddling her.

I didn't ask and she did not offer unlocking me so I could have
sex too. But I didn't mind, because pleasing her was my one and
only goal in life.

I held her tightly. Then she took one of my hands and placed it
on her breast. She definitely had my interest. But Darlene got
up and went to her drawer for underwear and was so delighted she
came back into bed and hugged me tightly. I felt loved again.

Darlene played with her clothes for a while trying on suits and
skirts and jackets. Mostly she didn't hang the clothes back up.
I didn't wait for her to tell me, I got out of bed and hung up
the clothes she tried on and left on the bed and chair. Her
clothes are more important to her than my getting sex; Big
surprise.

I didn't know if I could just walk out of the bedroom so I got
on my knees.

Darlene said: "What do you want?"

I said: "I wanted to go to the kitchen to clean up but I didn't
know if I needed permission to go to the kitchen."

Darlene said: "You only need permission to leave the apartment.
But it's good to ask first and it's always better to get
permission from me than to beg me to forgive;" She kissed me on
the forehead.

I cleaned the kitchen.

Our life became almost ordinary in that I didn't get punished
much, Darlene liked my cooking, which I liked and have been
preparing for a long time. We are so similar.

I left the toilet seat up in our one bathroom apartment. Darlene
said: "Did you leave the toilet seat up again."

I said: "Miss Darlene, I did it accidentally and I apologize."

She said: "That's what you said the last time and what
happened."

I said: "You whipped me."

Darlene said: "Are you playing with me so you get another
whipping?"

I said: "No Miss Darlene, first I don't want a whipping, and
second I would never play with our relationship."

She said: "You will wear pantyhose for three months. You will
have to buy some. Also you will learn how irritating they can
be. You may buy four pairs, if you get a run, you will get
strapped."

I slowly said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene retorted: "Do I hear attitude?"

I said: "Please forgive me, my slow mind didn't want to wear
pantyhose then it remembered rule number one and then it made
the correct reply."

That evening we went out and on the way home we stopped at a
Rite Aide store and bought me queen sized sheer beige pantyhose.
I don't know what the life of these hose are but I will surely
damage four pairs in three months, my backside twitched at the
thought.

I realized the major hazard to the pantyhose was putting them on
and taking them off and laundering to a lesser degree.

read part two here

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Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 20:26:51 -0000
From: "fastdrop"

My wife of twenty years has become my Mistress and I have become
her full time male maid. She requires that I wear panties at all
times and female clothing at home. I do all the household chores
and take pride in pleasing her.

She does use a strap-on on me a couple of times a month, and
wants me to suck her strap-on, but I refuse. I love being her
submissive, but I can't help but to resist giving up complete
control to her. She has basically made me make a choice, she
wants complete submission, and to show I am serious she wants me
to ask to suck her strap-on.

Why am I so afraid to do this?

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Date: 15 Feb 2010 05:07:52 -0000
From: MichaelK

My recent CFNM experience

Part of my practice of Devotional Sex is that I tell my female
friends that I will do as they say in all things sexual and
sensual.

Usually this offer is just taken up by my friends accepting a
foot or back massage. But occasionally something much more fun
happens.

A week ago my friend Tracey came over. She was tired, and I
offered her a foot massage. She was pleased to accept this
offer.

I had been flirting with Tracey about Clothed Female Naked Male
(CFNM) for a long time, so, as it was very hot and humid, as I
got the foot cream out I asked whether she would like me to take
any clothes off.

She said that I could take my t-shirt off.

A bit later I mentioned that our Devotional Friendship worked
well for her because she could enjoy a foot massage whenever she
wished. I added that if she ever told her friends about this it
would make an even better picture if she had a naked man at her
feet.

To cut a long story short, she asked me to take my shorts off!

We both enjoyed my arousal as I sat naked at her feet and
continued with the foot massage.

The full story is on my website including some comments from
Tracey in the article:-

"A foot massage and the first Reveal"

What was great is that she really enjoyed our adventure almost
as much as I did.

This was not my first CFNM experience, but it was my first with
Tracey. As I say in the full story, sometimes the second time
with someone is even better, so I'm hoping that Tracey might
want to do it again one day.

Fortunately her comments about what happened are very positive,
so I might be lucky.

Of course doing kinkier things with a partner is lots of fun.
But just enjoying some CFNM that goes no further with a friend
is a very fun and satisfying experience.

Michael

Devotionalsex.com

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Date: 13 Feb 2010 17:34:50 -0000
From: Emily

I am fairly new to the world of femdom. I am looking for ideas
to do to my sub. My sub is going to be tied up at all times so
that he is forced into bi-humiliation.

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Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part eleven - Jim learns hairdressing

I went to make lunch for us. I made soup and ham sandwiches,
when she entered, I curtseyed and stood while she ate. Kathleen
looked at me and said, "I think waiters have a towel folded over
their arm, I would like to see you that way."

Of course I said, "Yes ma'am." I folded a towel and put it over
my arm which I crooked. I felt really stupid. But I stood still.
"May I get you some water, Miss Kathleen." I said.

She said: "Yes."

I served the water. And stood looking stupid.

When she finished she said: "You may eat your lunch and after
you clean up, report to me, we are going out.

I ate quickly and cleaned up and was curtsying at her door in
less than half an hour.

She had a chain that went around my waist connected to another
chain that ran from the front to between my legs and in between
my ass to the back I had to step into it and she had a small
padlock that locked it on. She had 2 keys.

Kathleen said: "This will keep you from removing the girdle
without supervision. Put clothes on and come back."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And curtseyed. It had been several days
since I had gotten dressed. I had a wallet, keys, and a watch. I
returned to Kathleen and curtseyed.

Kathleen gave me an address, but I wasn't familiar with the area
so I entered it into the GPS device and it guided us to a small
building with a parking lot in middle of an open area, there
were no other buildings near it.

I opened the car door for Kathleen and we walked to the
entrance, I opened the door for her and we went in. Kathleen
told a pretty receptionist who she was and that she had an
appointment with Ms. Schmid. Kathleen took the only chair and I
was left standing.

After about ten minutes a tall blonde lady with a nice figure
came out. Her face was pleasant but her makeup was severe. The
lipstick was so dark it was almost black. Her eye shadow was
hard edged, giving her a haughty appearance.

She smiled at Kathleen and invited her to follow. I was
uninvited but I followed Kathleen. We went into a nicely
furnished office but it had only one visitor chair. Ms. Schmid
sat behind the desk, Kathleen sat in the chair and I stood.

Kathleen said: "This is Jim, he has been disciplined and agrees
to the program."

I know I turned red. How could Kathleen humiliate me like this?

Ms. Schmid said: "What would you like us to do?"

Kathleen said: "I want Jim to learn how to dress hair."

Ms. Schmid said: "We have a five day residence program that
provides basic cutting and styling skills, and a six week expert
course that runs in the mornings. The basic class starts in a
few hours. The expert class won't begin until February."

Kathleen said: "I will leave Jim for the beginning class and I
would like to reserve a place for him for February."

Ms. Schmid said to me: "Welcome Jim, please fill out this
application, and we will get you enrolled." She handed me a
clipboard with an application.

Kathleen said: "Here is the key to his chains." Giving Ms.
Schmid one of the keys to the padlock Kathleen had put on me
earlier.

I knew I would need that key sometime sooner than later. I
filled out the application and it stipulated that I was a
masochist and was paying money to be imprisoned and beaten. I
was outraged that I was being asked to sign this.

I said: "Miss Kathleen have you seen what I'm supposed to sign?"

Kathleen said: "How would you describe it then?"

I signed.

Ms. Schmid said: "Very good, Miss Lucy will be your instructor,
the long and short of it is you will do exactly what she tells
you. You will say 'yes ma'am, no ma'am' and address her as Miss
always. Do you understand?"

Kathleen said: "He also likes to curtsy."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

A tall chubby lady came into the room with a collar and a leash.
Ms. Schmid said: "Jim, meet Miss Lucy."

I curtseyed. I don't know why I did, maybe because of Kathleen.

Lucy said: "How nice." And she put the collar on me and buckled
it and said: "Hands behind your back." And I was handcuffed
again. She pulled on the leash and I followed.

We walked through several hallways into a sort of locker room.
Lucy unlocked the handcuffs and said: "Strip down and put
everything into this locker."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lucy watched me undress and put my clothes into the locker until
I came to the chain keeping me from removing the embarrassing
girdle.

Lucy said: "Keep that on and take off your shoes and put on
those slippers."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lucy said: "Class will start in fifteen minutes, it will run for
eight hours and start up again 9:00 am. There are 2 classes
every day. Tomorrow after class, there will be a discipline
session. I see you have a demerit for disrespectful behavior at
registration. You probably will get others but my advice to you
is to be careful because it can get very painful."

I said, "Thank you ma'am."

I thought she was friendly. She pulled on the leash and I
followed. She was a big girl and I thought she was somewhat
sexy. She had on a short black skirt, high heel shoes and a very
tight white blouse that exposed her large breasts. And she was
pulling my leash.

We went through a door that said it was auditorium one. Lucy
removed the collar and left me. I stood where I was left and
waited. I'm getting used to waiting.

A short Hispanic looking lady entered and said she was Miss
Maria, the room replied: "Hello Miss Maria."

I will have to remember that.

Suddenly a woman grabbed my arm and asks "what's your name?"

I told her it was Jim. She said "you earned a demerit for not
welcoming Miss Maria."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am"

She said, "You will be." And she walked away.

Maria said: "We will continue with the shampooing lesson. You
will remember if the water is too hot, or you get shampoo into
your volunteers' eyes, you will get demerits, let's practice."

The lady who gave me a demerit showed up and said: "You may
shampoo my hair."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

She said: "You may call me Miss Karen."

I said: "Yes Miss Karen."

We walked over to sinks with cut-outs for necks and chairs in
front of them. Karen sat in one of the chairs. I tested the
water temperature and used the hose to wet Karen's hair and
carefully added soap and shampooed it. Karen was quite lovely,
and leaning back made her skirt ride up and her breasts pushed
out. But I was concentrating on the soap suds; this lady has
already given me a demerit.

I rinsed the soap out and shampooed a second time and rinsed
that away. I don't think I scalded her or got soap in her eyes.
There were towels stacked up and I squeezed the water from her
hair and put a towel on it.

I said: "May I help you up Miss Karen?"

She said: "Yes, you did that okay for a beginner."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

She told me to follow her and I did, admiring her legs and ass.
We arrived at a ring of chairs surrounding Miss Maria. Karen sat
in one facing outward. I stood next to her facing Maria, and the
instruction began. I put curlers into Miss Karen's hair and then
used perm solution and a hot air blower. When we finished Miss
Karen had lovely curls. I showed her hair to her with a mirror
and she smiled.

I cut a lady's hair who was not introduced to me without mishap.
She was satisfied. I was getting comfortable doing perms and
cuts. I knew there was a lot more to learn. The next lecture was
about bleaching and coloring. We were told we would have a quiz
but not actually bleach any hair. When the class was over I had
shampooed more heads than I could count and cut and curled at
least a dozen heads and no one asked my name to give me a
demerit.

The class was over and I saw Lucy coming toward me with the
collar and leash.

I said: "I have to use the restroom please, Miss Lucy."

She said, "Okay"

I didn't know who had the key. I had been surprised no one
seemed to pay attention to my girdle with the chains. We went
into a tiled room with a dozen toilet stalls with no doors. Lucy
had the key and unlocked the padlock. She unsnapped the leash
from the collar and pointed to the toilet. By this time I
realized that I didn't have a right to my privacy. I went and
she watched. I put the chain back on and she snapped the lock
into it.

Lucy said: "It said on your sheet that you're toilet trained, so
you can assist me." She stood in front of one of the toilets and
I knelt down and pulled down her cute black panties. She sat and
peed, and I patted her dry and pulled her panties back up. She
got up and adjusted them.

She said, "You did fine." She snapped on the collar and led me
away. We went into a room with army style cots as far as I could
see in the dim light. She told me to lie down and my collar was
attached to a chain that was attached to the cot or something I
couldn't see.

Lucy said: "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

I said: "Good night Miss Lucy."

I realized I didn't get any dinner and went to sleep.

The next morning, Lucy unlocked the chain and attached the leash
and led me back to the toilets. After that we went for
breakfast. Lucy said I had three demerits because evidently Miss
Karen noticed that while I was washing her hair I had stared at
her breasts. Lucy said that if I only had two demerits she would
just paddle me and she thought the first demerit Karen gave me
was unfair since no one told me I had to welcome Miss Maria but
the ogling breasts was serious, and the embarrassment I caused
at registration was serious so overall it was fair what I was
going to get..

I asked what I was going to get and she said I wasn't allowed to
ask and if I asked about the place or how it was run I might get
another demerit.

It was Miss Maria again. Mostly we went over the same stuff, but
she talked about thinning hair, and different styles. She said
all the stuff would be on the quiz.

Lucy came for me, attached the leash and took me down stairs to
a large room that had maybe a dozen stocks, at first I thought
it was a gym. Lucy raised the bar on one and I knew where my
head and hands went. I had to lean over a bar and Lucy strapped
me to it so I couldn't move. My feet were left free.

Lucy said: "One of the staff who doesn't know you will come and
give you thirty strokes with a strap. When she is done, you have
to stay here for an hour. Then I will come and get you. On your
sheet, it says that you have been trained to say thanks and
count the strokes. The same rules will be in effect."

Then Miss Lucy unlocked my chains and pulled down my girdle to
my ankles.

I couldn't move much. The girdle effectively fettered my legs. A
lady introduced herself as Miss Stacy, but I couldn't see her.

Of course I said: "Hello Miss Stacy."

Then it was pain like I had never experienced before. I
screamed: "Thank you Miss Stacy, One."

She said: "One what? You say one stroke. We are doing this
over."

Whack!

I screamed again "Thank you Miss Stacy, One stroke."

Slowly we got to 30. Actually 34, I think.

I was blubbering and sniffing. And I had an hour to hang here.
Miss Stacy who I hadn't seen up until now took out a Kleenex and
wiped my eyes and nose. Then she left.

After a very long time Miss Lucy came along and released me from
the stocks. I pulled up my girdle and Miss Lucy locked it. She
attached the leash and took me to the afternoon class.

Everyone said: "Hello Miss Maria." And we all received quizzes
which we filled out sitting on the floor on a clipboard. The
material was easy and the questions were straightforward. Then
we did more shampooing and cutting.

Miss Lucy came back for me and led me back to toilets where we
both went again and I was fastened to the cot. I imagined Miss
Lucy using me when I knelt between her legs, and I felt myself
getting aroused. Then I went to sleep.

The next morning I noticed Miss Lucy in a different way. I
wanted her. She had said that if I only had 1 or 2 demerits she
would just paddle me. I imagined lying over her plump thighs. I
decided to stop those thoughts because I was beginning to think
women could tell when I was thinking about them.

At breakfast, Miss Lucy said: "After breakfast I'm going to
discipline you in my room."

That proved to me that when I lust after a woman they know it.
We went to Lucy's room, which was very small but had a sink and
toilet and of course a bed. Lucy was wearing an orange mini
skirt and a white blouse; she had on high heeled strappy shoes.
Lucy closed the door. She removed my chains and told me to take
off my girdle, and then to stand in the corner. I don't know
what she was doing but I stood for five or ten minutes.

Lucy said, "Okay, over my knee."

I turned and saw that she had pulled up her mini skirt and I
could see her blue panty, but I didn't stand and ogle her, I got
over her knee. While lying there, she was rubbing my ass and
saying that she had given me a demerit so that she could bring
me to her room for punishment instead of the stocks.

Remember your spanking rules. You must thank me and count the
strokes. And then she started the paddling. It was painful but
not as painful as the strap was yesterday. Occasionally she
would hit a tender spot that made me suck in air and shudder.
But I thanked Miss Lucy 12 times for whacking me and no strokes
were repeated. As I got up, I could see that Miss Lucy was
excited.

I asked if I could be of service and she told me to take her
panties off. I knelt down and took them off, they were blue, and
she slammed my face into her pussy. She smelled different than
Kathleen and Sarah, but I found it attractive. I think she came
in a few minutes but she held me and I didn't slow down. I think
I stayed there for at least fifteen minutes.

She fell back onto her bed, and told me to stand in the corner
in her tiny room for an hour. She said it was required. I
thought to myself, who but she and I would know.

My face was covered with moisture from Lucy's pussy. And I felt
abused but I guessed that's what this was all about.

Lucy said: "Press yourself into the corner."

I muttered: "Yes Ma'am."

Lucy said: "No talking and no moving."

I was supposed to think about why I was being punished. Lucy
wanted an assignation in her room and gave me a demerit. Then
she gave me an erotic but unnecessarily hard spanking over her
luscious thighs. That made her horny and I satisfied her. I
smiled inside.

Finally Lucy announced that my hour was over and we could go to
class. She fastened the leash to the collar and handcuffed me
and we marched out of her tiny room.

The class was more of the same, I tried new things and
hairdressing is not so hard. There is art to it and I found it
interesting.

After class Miss Karen fastened her leash to me, handcuffed me
and led me away. I was puzzled but, she had nice legs and a
pretty face but and she held a leash, so I followed. I realized
we were headed to the little rooms. Miss Karen's room was about
the same size as Miss Lucy's but it was laid out differently.

Miss Karen unleashed me, unlocked my chains and told me to
strip. She said she wanted to examine the results of the
strapping I got for the demerits she awarded me. She told me to
lie across her lap. I did.

I guess she examined me. She then told me to get on my knees in
front of her. She told me to pull down her panties, black ones.
I did so gladly. And then I got to put my face in yet another
pussy that smelled different than any other. I guess I liked it.
It took a very long time and when it happened she just kept
pressing my head into her with one hand and she was rubbing her
breast with the other. My knees actually got sore on the padded
carpet, we stayed there so long.

She didn't make me stand in the corner. She decided to use the
toilet and me. I patted her dry and helped her up and put her
black panties back on. I asked if I may use her toilet, and she
said no, I was not allowed to. I had to use the `public' ones
but she would take me there.

I put on the girdle, she fastened the chain, she put on the
leash, she handcuffed me, and off we went. I felt like I had
been passed around. Are you a prostitute if you don't have a
choice? I asked myself. I didn't think so.

In the afternoon class I had the privilege of shampooing and
trimming Ms. Schmid. We had another quiz. I got something wrong
but it earned a demerit.

Miss Lucy came for me and said I had a demerit that she didn't
give, but since it was only one, that she would punish me
herself.

I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy."

We went to her room.

I was released from leash, handcuffs, and chains and told to
strip and stand in the corner. It's not the standing in the
corner that bothered me as much as the dismissal. But I knew it
was counterproductive to resist.

After about five or ten minutes Lucy said I may kneel down in
front of her.

She said: "Take off my pants."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And took off yellow panties that I would
have toyed with but Miss Lucy was not looking patient.

I peeled them down her legs and when her feet and legs were free
they were wrapped around my head. Then her hands helped pull my
head in. I really liked servicing Lucy, she smelled good, she
came quickly, she liked to come several times and she liked me.
Afterwards, I knew it was afterward because her feet were on the
floor and she pushed my head away, I was allowed to continue to
kneel and admire Lucy's pussy.

She said: "I was leaving tomorrow morning. But I had to have my
demerit cleared otherwise I couldn't leave."

I didn't see any problem so I continued my concentration of the
lovely pussy.

She said, "I can't properly spank you after that."

I couldn't understand because yesterday after I ate her she
mercilessly put me into the corner. So I continued my studies,
thinking I would eat her some more if she wanted it.

She said maybe I could stay in her room tonight and she would
spank me in the morning.

I didn't think my opinion was actually being sought, but I liked
being in her room, between her thighs. Then she said, she would
get Karen to administer the punishment. She had me put her
panties back on, and told me to go back into the corner.

I waited for maybe twenty minutes, then Miss Karen and Miss Lucy
came back into the tiny room. Lucy sat on the bed and Karen sat
on the chair. Karen is going to spank you and I will make sure
you stay in the corner for an hour.

Karen said, "You may lie across my knee."

I thought this was incredibly sexy. Karen had pulled her tiny
skirt up, so I could see her black panties. I lay across her
lap.

She said: "You have been trained to thank the spanker and count
the strokes so you will do that."

I said yes ma'am. And my butt once again exploded with pain and
I thanked Miss Karen and counted one stroke. I was surprised
when it didn't stop at ten. The paddle kept thumping down and it
stopped at twenty. I didn't know why.

Karen left. Lucy told me to stand very tightly in the corner.
And that was all. I was so happy to go home. It was because I
loved my wife and Miss Kathleen who started it all.

I never learned why I got twenty strokes. I slept on the carpet
of Miss Lucy's room. She chained me to a cabinet handle for the
night. It was a little silly. She woke me very early and said I
had to be ready in two hours.

What do we have to do to get ready I asked, she didn't answer
but pulled me into the toilet to wipe her. I helped her pull up
her panties and get up. She took my hand and pulled me over to
her bed where she sat down and pulled me down to the floor. I
was kneeling in front of her again.

I thought that I was happy to be here, but this lady was a
nympho. I haven't had my face in a pussy that long ever before.

"May I wash my face?" I asked.

Miss Lucy said, "Its not allowed."

I said: "Miss Lucy would you please take me to the public
toilets?"

She said: "Yes, but you have to be chained, leashed, and
handcuffed."

I washed my face so I wouldn't smell like Miss Lucy.

I was led to Ms. Schmid's office and I saw my dear Kathleen.

Lucy removed the leash and put me facing the wall across from
Kathleen.

Ms. Schmid said: "Have the demerits been accounted for?"

Ms. Lucy said: "Yes, Ms. Schmid."

Ms. Schmid said: "Can we invite him back?"

Ms. Lucy said: "Yes, Ms. Schmid."

Ms. Schmid said to Kathleen: "Thank you for bringing Jim to us.
It seems he is a natural hair dresser and we will welcome him in
February."

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# C: he likes to wear panties
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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2010 20:44:42 -0500
From: Danielle

Christine wrote:

>lay on his back, wrap his legs around the toilet, and hump his
>body upwards against the cold ceramic base. Sat on the toilet
>seat myself I'm in an ideal position to verbally humiliate him

Christine,

I love the way you have david hump the toilet. I will use your
position in the future.

Last week after my little one had done his chores I sent him to
the Goodwill to buy the frilliest pair of used panties he could
find. Then he had to stand in line holding them in plain sight.
After he paid I told him to refuse the bag and wear them out of
the store around his neck like a necklace. When he got home I
made him kneel in front of me a masturbate into the used
panties!

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C: he likes to wear panties
Date: 31 Jan 2010 22:29:39 -0000
From: Kevin M

M'am, I'm having a major problem with a friend of mine who is
also a male age 48 who is white and in superb shape. I found out
he likes to wear panties, I gave him some of mine to try. He
picked only a few since he's a lot smaller waist than I, I'm a
36", he's closer to a 30".

He's been after me to let him fellate me. I let him try, it felt
great but I knew it was another guy, so I couldn't cum. I
spanked him once, I felt better but I think he would be better
to be feminized.

I live in Chapel Hill, NC, as he does too. He's a transient now
so could be relocated if needed. Please let me know of anyone
who could help us out. He'd be a great prize to any fem dom,
very strong ie., can do 10 one armed push-ups. He tends to steal
from people who help him, stole 20 cd's from me. I can provide
more background if needed.

Thank you,
Kevin M
Chapel Hill

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C: North Carolina kinky munches
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Mon, 08 Feb 2010 18:41:14 -0000

Hello,

In "he likes to wear panties - Chapel Hill, NC" "Kevin M" wrote:

>I'm having a major problem with a friend of mine

Based on what you wrote, I gather your problem is in finding
somewhere locally for you and your friend to meet like minded
people and make friends who are into FemDom.

Your best bet is likely to be to join some groups and attend
some munches in Chapel Hill, and elsewhere in North Carolina.

If you have already read my own post "how to find and meet like
minded kinky people" at:-

http://u4ds.com/meet_like_minded_kinky_people.shtml

you will know that the best way is to get out and meet people. I
mention "munches" there. A munch is a social get together, a
gathering of like minded folk, not a kinky play party. Not
everywhere has a local munch group. But if you drive to your
nearest group you may find other folk like you have attended
from your home town. You'll make friends and connections, and if
all goes to plan then soon you'll move from meeting kinky people
to meeting the right person.

I explain in the post above how to write a longer ad, that will
be more likely to get helpful replies, but it's no substitute
for meeting people.

I also explain in the post linked above how to put some effort
in yourself and use a search engine (or DOMestic) to find
munches in your area. I put that effort in today for you, and
found some links which you may find useful. ( links will only
display below on the DOMestic blog at http://u4ds.com )

I just searched for "bdsm munch Chapel Hill, NC"

I immediately found there were lots of resources near you in the
results. (click on the link above to see)

If there is nothing in those results which suits you, then you
could also search for something like "kinky munch" with the name
of each of the major places near you, such as Burlington,
Durham, or Raleigh.

Domina at FrugalDomme has a page for North Carolina through
North Dakota.

For other folk, not up to spending time on searching yourself,
the the Frugal Domme Website has links to munches and groups all
over the USA and elsewhere in the world.

Hope that helps.

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

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Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
From: Jonathan Howes
Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 09:51:20 -0400

slaveboy - ChastityHeaven wrote:

>we're encouraging our customers to help spread the word about
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We have a device from chastity heaven (we got it when it was
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adjustments to the device. I find it one of the best ones used
to date.

There have been some issues (slight pinching and twisting) all
and all it is a good device and good service. They shortened the
shaft of the device thinking that's what caused the twisting...
it still does, but being in Canada we did not want to spend more
money sending it back yet again.

Being a little too short i find it painful after continuous
erections (not sure if this if a remnant of my hernia surgery or
something else). I find it painful to sleep in and my wife
usually takes it off for the night. We have used the cb devices
and the birdlocked and prefer this one.

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Re: U: Chastity Heaven reviews and prices
Date: 30 Jan 2010 21:03:59 -0000
From: Holding His Key

Hello,

I wanted to let everyone know how great it has been to order
from Chastity Heaven so far. I am waiting for my modified
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Chastity Heaven offers a lot of modifications and additions to
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We own a CB 6000 right now and we have been very disappointed
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S: 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."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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.

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From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Mon, 08 Feb 2010 18:41:14 -0000

Hello,

In "he likes to wear panties - Chapel Hill, NC" "Kevin M" wrote:

>I'm having a major problem with a friend of mine

Based on what you wrote, I gather your problem is in finding
somewhere locally for you and your friend to meet like minded
people and make friends who are into FemDom.

Your best bet is likely to be to join some groups and attend
some munches in Chapel Hill, and elsewhere in North Carolina.

If you have already read my own post "how to find and meet like
minded kinky people" you will know that the best way is to get
out and meet people.

I mention "munches" there. A munch is a social get together, a
gathering of like minded folk, not a kinky play party. Not
everywhere has a local munch group. But if you drive to your
nearest group you may find other folk like you have attended
from your home town. You'll make friends and connections, and if
all goes to plan then soon you'll move from meeting kinky people
to meeting the right person.

I explain in the post above how to write a longer ad, that will
be more likely to get helpful replies, but it's no substitute
for meeting people.

I also explain in the post linked above how to put some effort
in yourself and use a search engine (or DOMestic) to find
munches in your area. I put that effort in today for you, and
found some links which you may find useful.

I just searched for "bdsm munch Chapel Hill, NC"

I immediately found there were lots of resources near you in the
results. (click on the link above to see)

If there is nothing in those results which suits you, then you
could also search for something like "kinky munch" with the name
of each of the major places near you, such as Burlington,
Durham, or Raleigh.

FrugalDomme has a page for North Carolina through
North Dakota.

For other folk, not up to spending time on searching yourself,
the the Frugal Domme Website has links to munches and groups all
over the USA and elsewhere in the world.

Hope that helps.

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

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Date: 31 Jan 2010 22:29:39 -0000
From: Kevin M

M'am, I'm having a major problem with a friend of mine who is
also a male age 48 who is white and in superb shape. I found out
he likes to wear panties, I gave him some of mine to try. He
picked only a few since he's a lot smaller waist than I, I'm a
36", he's closer to a 30".

He's been after me to let him fellate me. I let him try, it felt
great but I knew it was another guy, so I couldn't cum. I
spanked him once, I felt better but I think he would be better
to be feminized.

I live in Chapel Hill, NC, as he does too. He's a transient now
so could be relocated if needed. Please let me know of anyone
who could help us out. He'd be a great prize to any fem dom,
very strong ie., can do 10 one armed push-ups. He tends to steal
from people who help him, stole 20 cd's from me. I can provide
more background if needed.

Thank you,
Kevin M
Chapel Hill

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