DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I got dressed. I went into the kitchen made coffee, emptied the
dishwasher and cleaned up. When the coffee was ready I took a
cup to Sarah. My wife was up and waiting. I curtseyed and gave
her the coffee.

She said: "Good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?"

I said: "Good morning Miss Sarah, fairly well, thank you."

Sarah said: "Maybe we should gag you in the mornings if you
can't be happy."

I said: "Sorry Miss, I had a wonderful night."

Sarah said: "Come here, crawl into bed with me and cuddle."

I was overjoyed. I went to the other side like I had 1000's of
time before I had become a slave, and slid under the sheets and
covers and embraced the love of my life.

I said: "Oh thank you Miss Sarah." I was even afraid to say I
love you so much it hurts.

Sarah said: "I know you had something on your mind, and I
frightened you so you didn't tell me, you may now, I won't be
mean to you."

I said: "I have come to love and revere your mother. She has a
vision and shows a leadership that I admire. I will never
abandon you or her, no matter what. But I have come to realize a
certain instability. Your mom and I come very close, I go down
on her and fall into a world of affection I can't describe. A
short time later the relationship becomes, she's a strict school
principal with a wayward child, and then a jailer dealing with
an out of control prisoner. I seem to be starting it all by
loving her."

Sarah said: "Yes, you are right that mom beats you more the more
you give her sex. She is punishing you because of her feelings
of guilt. Then she feels guilty because you have suffered. So
because of her accumulated feelings of guilt, you get punished
more. Of course I don't recommend you denying her. You have to
do what she asks."

I said: "Thank you for understanding Miss Sarah. Of course I
will obey her."

Sarah said: "And me too?"

I said: "Oh Sarah, I'm mortified that you ask that. Yes of
course. Forever."

She rolled over in my arms and kissed me and I touched a nerve
that I could sense because I was sliding down before she grabbed
my collar and pulled me down between her very warm thighs where
I wanted to be.

When she was done with me, I jumped out of bed, took away the
cold coffee, went downstairs and brought her a fresh hot one.
She took it from me and we did our morning rituals.

It is still exciting to put pantyhose on Sarah. She knows what
it does to me and it pleases her, I can tell. By the time I put
on her panties we have had a sort of intercourse. Of course not
really but the energy build up is almost the same, and then she
gets up and drops her skirt down over the scene, and its over.

I fixed her simple breakfast and stood watching her eat it
thinking how much I loved her. I said: "I expect I will be
punished for saying this but I love you so much."

She said with a smile: "I won't report you, because I love you
too."

We kissed and she went to work. I put on some clothes and got
the newspaper. Cleaned up, and prepared for Miss Kathleen.

I was reading the paper but I heard Kathleen coming, so I got up
and when she came into the kitchen, I curtseyed. I pulled out a
chair for her. I served her coffee and asked what she would
like.

She asked me what I had, since I wasn't gagged. I told her that
I had a ham and egg sandwich and a banana.

She asked if I had it with mayonnaise or butter. I told her
mayonnaise but it was because I had been starved for 3 days. She
said it sounded delicious and she would have exactly the same
thing. I fixed it for her and she liked it too.

While she was eating the sandwich I secretly cleaned the
kitchen, and when she was finished I accompanied her to her room
to dress her.

Putting hose on Kathleen is different because I'm somewhat
nervous that she will become cross with me, but I have been with
Sarah a long time and Kathleen is sort of new and she is
undeniably sexy. And she makes me do it all, from the toilet to
putting on her hose, to fastening her brassiere and her garters.
So I keep thinking she is inviting me in. I try (but fail) to
keep it business-like.

Kathleen tells me to get the book. I bring it to her and kneel
in front of her. She asks me if Sarah instructed me to report
something and I said no. She said it was indeed a special day
because there was nothing in the book.

I was sent to do chores. I gathered Kathleen's and Sarah's
laundry. I separated the panties, brassieres and stockings and
other laundry. I washed the undergarments by hand and the rest
were machine washed or sent to the cleaner. That evening I would
iron my hand laundry while the ladies watched TV.

I vacuumed and did the other chores. I fixed a dripping sink. I
was feeling generally happy because after lunch we would go to
the grocery store instead of me having to be in the stocks. It
was Friday and Sarah had said that on the weekend I could do the
bill paying and the investments. Of course Miss Kathleen had to
be reckoned with.

"Kathleen and Jim are going to pay bills and do investments,"
Sarah declared.

It was Saturday morning and Sarah said she wanted to sleep late
so I cleaned up without waking anyone until it was time for
Kathleen to get up. I brought her coffee and attended to getting
her dressed without getting into trouble. (But I know she is
wearing pink panties).

We sat in my "office" and I explained to her how I have been
doing things. I have been presuming she would take it over
because of the change of our roles. I showed her that we had two
'Quickens' set up, one for her and one for Sarah and me. And
both were linked to the bank and bills were paid electronically.
'Quicken' also tracked the investments and when each one opened
you saw how much money you had.

I invested all of Kathleen's settlements in Vanguard funds, tax
free and growth and she can see that in 'Quicken'. She is
fascinated. She was impressed by both the power of 'Quicken' and
how much money she had. I then showed her how I pay bills and I
had several of hers there.

Then I showed Kathleen Sarah's (and my) 'Quicken'. She was also
impressed with how much money we had.

Then I showed her how I buy stocks. The database updates, the
selection script and then the reading everything about the
companies I was considering buying. She really liked and
understood all that.

I wrote down the passwords for her and I thought that was the
end of it.

But she said: "I like what you have done here. You will continue
to do this and I will review what you do. Everything you do will
require my permission."

I said: "But for you to give me permission you have to know all
the things I learned."

She said: "Of course, we will work together, and I didn't hear a
'Miss Kathleen'!"

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

She said: "I rather think you're not as sorry as you will be."

I said: "Yes ma'am." But I thought that this woman never lets
up.

I ran the database update and my selection script and a dozen
names came up. I showed Miss Kathleen how I do further research
including going to the companies' web sites to get annual
reports and 550k filings and how we picked those things apart
looking for why we should put our money with these guys. She
found it interesting. She offered to do the first six and I
would do the next six.

We worked separately for few hours. She on the PC and I on my
notebook I found only one company of interest and Kathleen found
two. We discussed our companies and why we selected them. I was
very impressed with Kathleen's insights. She pointed out the
fallacy of an assumption I made as favorable to the company I
had selected. I, with Kathleen's permission, bought one of the
companies she had reviewed.

I was very impressed how quickly she picked up what even Sarah,
the accounting lady, finds boring.

Kathleen said: "All of my money is invested in mutual funds but
most of Sarah's money is in stocks?"

I said: "I felt I could take more risk with Sarah's and my money
than with yours."

She said: "But now I want to decide how much risk to take."

I said: "I will set you up with a trading account at Vanguard so
you can buy stocks, one of the factors in estimating your
tolerance for risk is whether you can earn back the money you
might lose."

She said: "Well since you have quit working your risk tolerance
has changed, in my case I'm not living on the money that is in
the account."

I said: "I have been doing this since before Sarah and I were
married. The stocks have grown to be so much of our wealth but
it was very little when I started."

Kathleen said: "So why shouldn't I be investing like that?"

I said: "Maybe you should, but I think you should move into it
gradually."

She said: "But why didn't you invest my money like you did
yours?"

I said: "I just felt I couldn't take the responsibility for
exposing you to the risk."

She said: "I think we will put this matter along with failing to
show respect when talking to me into the book."

I said: "I'm so sorry Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Have you thought about Sarah?"

My heart missed a beat, oh my god! I ran out of the office,
forgetting even to curtsy and saw Sarah sitting at the dining
table, reading the newspaper and having coffee. I ran up to her
and apologized for not coming upstairs and helping her get
ready.

She said: "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you got engrossed in
your stocks and things with mom. Just make sure you tell mom you
forgot about me, you didn't curtsy and you didn't address me as
I have grown accustomed to being addressed."

I didn't care, at least not right then, about what Kathleen will
do to me, as I was relieved that Sarah wasn't unhappy. I said:
"I'm so sorry MISS SARAH."

She said: "Don't worry dear; we will sort it all out."

I had the feeling that this was all orchestrated, they knew what
would happen. I considered the matter and realized I had no
options. Kathleen will have her way with me.

I skulked back to Kathleen, who said: "Find the book; I haven't
seen it in days."

I had forgotten to curtsy again. I knew Kathleen knew. But I
wasn't obligated to point it out, was I?

I found the book and took it to her. I curtseyed as far as I
could. I handed her the book and knelt in front of her and
looked down. She looked through the book and handed it to me.

She said: "Write 'failure to address mistress respectfully and
then write failure to curtsy, then write arrogant behavior.' Did
Sarah report anything?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I said: "Miss Sarah told me to report that I forgot her, I
didn't address her properly, and I didn't curtsy."

Kathleen said: "Write 'forgot about wife, then write, failure to
address mistress properly again, and failed to curtsy again.'
You know you will get extra for second failures?"

I had to answer: "Yes ma'am."

My investment partner has turned into some kind of martinet. And
she saw me, I looked up at her panties and the garters and
stocking tops.

She said: "And write that you looked up while working at my
feet."

And now I felt this drop into the role where I'm totally at the
mercy of this all-powerful woman. Whatever she does to me now is
okay. I'm only here to serve her.

Kathleen said: "Go stand in the corner while I think about how
to deal with this blatant breach of basic etiquette."

How did this happen again? I was god's gift to stock picking
only an hour ago, and now I'm standing in the corner.

Kathleen came back and in a cheery tone said: "Sarah and I will
award part of your punishment together and then a special
surprise."

I was silent because I wasn't allowed to talk.

Kathleen said, "Get stripped and move over to the stocks."

I did and fastened my ankles and waited. In a few minutes Sarah
and Kathleen came into the bedroom. Of course I couldn't see
them.

Kathleen said: "I'm going to give you 25 strokes of the strap.
That will cover forgetting to say Miss, and forgetting to
curtsy, Sarah will give you 25 with the cane for the same
offenses. Then I'm going to leave you here for an hour to think
about your arrogant behavior. Then we will give you your
surprise punishment that will help you correct lusting and
forgetting your poor wife."

Sarah said: "Remind him that he has to count the strokes."

Kathleen said: "Remember you have to thank us for taking the
trouble to correct your behavior and count the strokes."

And then the strap reset all my thoughts. It hurt so much. I
screamed the required: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, one."

Thwack!

"Thank you Miss Kathleen, two."

Thwack!

"Thank you Miss Kathleen, three."

And so it went, I think I only got 25. I was out of breath, the
pain had been really unendurable, but I was tightly restrained.

Then my sweet wife said: "Are you ready for round two?"

I wanted to answer but her cane cracked into my butt so hard I
couldn't talk. But I got out: "Thank you Miss Sarah, one.." And
I screamed: "No not another please Sarah have mercy."

Sarah said: "Did you just call me Sarah? You really have a
problem, you are tied down getting a beating for failing to
address me properly and then you fail to address me properly."

Sarah said: "I'm going to let you think about that for an hour
or however long it takes mom and me to go out to lunch. When we
get back we will resume, no I mean we will start over. Please
think 'Miss Sarah', say it over and over."

And they left me in the dark. I strained but I could hardly
wiggle. Why are they so mean to me? Then I thought that they
were doing it for me. I had agreed enthusiastically. And it is
stupid to forget the form of address while you're getting beaten
for that very thing. Alright I've done this to myself. And I
started... "Miss Sarah, Miss Sarah...."

I could hear that they had returned. But they didn't come and
see me right away. I thought they were increasing my anxiety by
letting me wait. I had been thinking that Kathleen was the
driver of all the discipline but daughter like mother, it seems
Sarah has the same bitchiness. I wondered how long they would
make me wait. I didn't have a watch and there were no clocks
visible to me, but I would bet that it's 15, 30 or 60 minutes.
It's not like they were doing anything.

Finally Sarah and Kathleen enter Kathleen's bedroom and it's
Sarah who says: "Have you been waiting long for us?"

I answer: "Yes Miss Sarah."

Sarah says: "Have you been practicing saying 'Miss Sarah'?"

I answer: "Yes Miss Sarah."

Sarah says: "We're starting the beating over, but I'm increasing
it to 30 strokes."

I'm waiting for the pain, but it doesn't come so I answer:
"Thank you Miss Sarah."

Then all my poise and resolve disappeared in an explosion of
pain.

I croaked: "Thank you Miss Sarah, one."

Crack!

I croaked: "Thank you Miss Sarah, two."

I screamed: "Miss Sarah, I can't take this."

Sarah said: "It's not that you can't, it's that you don't want
to, but you will, you earned an extra one by delaying me."

Crack!

Now I was crying: "Thank you Miss Sarah, three."

Finally it was 31 and I felt that my butt must be in tatters. I
was sobbing and out of breath.

Sarah wiped my face with a Kleenex, and she kissed me. Sarah and
Kathleen left and I thought they forgot about me. I was not in a
position to attempt to make demands or argue that they said I
would be released. I felt very timid.

Kathleen came back into the room: She said: "You were supposed
to get the strap and then the cane and spend an hour in the
stocks to think about your arrogant behavior. But you spent
almost ninety minutes between the strap and cane. I've decided
you were thinking about correcting your addressing Sarah during
that time. Spend the next hour resolving to correct your
arrogant behavior."

And she left me fastened in the stocks. The first time I was in
these stocks I thought I couldn't stand it for an hour. Now I
was going to have to stay in it almost 3 hours. I was recalling
my little wifey saying: "It's not that you can't it's that you
don't want to."

I guess the idea is that less and less it's what I want. It's
what they want. That's hard for me to get used to. After all,
underlying all of this is, do I want to be their slave? That's
my decision to make.

My investments have taken our several hundred thousand and made
it into nearly a million, and only working on it on the
weekends. Kathleen thinks I'm arrogant because I decided the
"right" investments for her were what all of the "authorities"
recommend. They believe retired and semi-retired people should
have a conservative investment mix.

It's her money and it should be invested however she wants. But
if she doesn't specify how it should be invested, then what? I
have thought about this and I am blameless. I took good,
responsible care of Kathleen's finances. Of course restrained
from moving and in the dark I thought about this many different
ways.

Finally Kathleen came in. Kathleen said, come into the family
room. I was so stiff I could barely walk at first. Kathleen had
the handcuffs and she handcuffed me. She had me kneel down. She
said: "We will discuss how you invested my money."

We did and she listened to what I had to say. She didn't say
anything. But being on my knees in front of her changed my
body's chemistry which changed my thinking. If that's not how
she wanted it, then it's clearly my fault. I have to say how
sorry I am. If I didn't know any better then it's my fault,
definitely not hers.

I tried to explain my new thinking to her. This time I got a
kiss. Then Kathleen got down on the floor and hugged me. I
couldn't hug back because I was handcuffed.

I had the thought that Kathleen thinks what formed my last views
on the matter was the hour in the stocks. The truth was it was
her desirability, her sexiness that derailed my unassailable
logic. I'm just putty in their hands.

Kathleen said, "You are on the last leg, you have to complete
the punishment for forgetting about Sarah." And she went into
the kitchen. Then she went elsewhere. She came back and I
managed to stand up so I could curtsy.

She said, "Stand in the corner until Sarah returns then we will
start your last punishment."

I said: "Yes ma'am"

Kathleen said: "Even though you're just waiting, there is still
no movement and no talking."

Kathleen turned on the TV; she was sitting in the easy chair
watching the TV and me.

I was just kissed and hugged, then minutes later, handcuffed and
naked, standing in the corner.

I heard Sarah come into the family room, but I didn't dare move.
Kathleen and Sarah talked and finally Kathleen said to go with
Sarah.

I curtseyed to Kathleen and followed Sarah to the bathroom.
Sarah removed the handcuffs. And told me to pull down her
pantyhose and panties, she was going to pee.

I said "yes ma'am Miss Sarah". I was a little afraid. Sarah gave
me a paper cup and said I was to fill it when she started
peeing. She explained that I would pour the contents of the cup
into the special gag that had a little plug at the top and
microscopic holes on the bottom. I got the idea.

I filled the ball but there was a little left in the paper cup.
Sarah said: "drink it." So I did. I even said "yes ma'am."

Sarah arranged the ball in my mouth and clicked the snap of the
strap holding it there. She said: "It will take about an hour
for that to drain into your mouth. Stand in the corner there. I
will come and let you out when the time is up." She put the
handcuffs back on. "Remember there is no moving."

A new place to stand, every room has some corners. The bathroom
was a little weird. But I began to understand how "special" it
was going to be.

Shortly after Sarah left me, Kathleen came in and used the
toilet. Then later it was Sarah again. They didn't run the
exhaust fan or use the floral spray. Anyway the drip from the
ball was overwhelming my taste and smell. This was the
'surprise' punishment.

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