DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

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.

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