DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

What? I thought. Hadn't I been accused of adultery for going
down on Lucy? Why do I need a sitter? Why aren't I going with
them?

I said: "Miss Sarah, can we discuss this?"

Sarah said: "NO."

I learned all this while I was putting shoes on my pretty wife.
So I was on my knees, she said we won't discuss it.

I have learned that when I'm upset it's a bad time to have an
argument. Also I'm not allowed to argue.

Sarah said: "Lucy, that's Miss Lucy to you, said she likes you,
you will have a fine time, Mom and I have come to like what you
have been doing and we don't want to disturb your routine. You
do understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am." But I totally did not understand. Our
relationship was that if they, my goddesses, wanted something a
little, and I wanted something a lot, I did what they wanted. I
get that. But they are totally ignoring what I want. If I argue,
they don't listen to what I say but I'll get punished all out of
proportion.

I fixed Sarah's breakfast and served it to her. While I was
standing waiting on her I hoped she would continue discussing
it. But she did not, and I saw her off.

While dressing Kathleen I thought I could get away with asking
questions. I said: "Miss Kathleen, when are you and Sarah
going?"

She said: "The second week of January and we're leaving on
Friday and returning the following Saturday."

I said: "Is Miss Betty okay?"

Kathleen said: "She's physically fine, but her husband has left
her and we're going to support her."

I could see why I would not be useful there. I said: "I
understand Lucy will be here, will I get in trouble if she uses
me sexually?"

Kathleen said: "No because we are authorizing it. Isn't that
obvious?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

After Kathleen was dressed, she had breakfast and I gave her the
list of activities I planned to do today.

This is the day I wash and iron Sarah's and Kathleen's
undergarments and blouses and other clothes that don't need to
be dry-cleaned. I also had several house repairs on the list.
Kathleen demanded that I specify a minimum and maximum time
estimates. She said there would be punishments for exceeding the
maximum time. Giving her a long list of things generally got me
out of her clutches somewhat.

She has to approve my list and sometimes she changes it. She
crosses out one of my repair jobs and says she wants a spa
treatment at that time and will cut into the time before and
after it, squeezing the tasks around it. I say "Yes ma'am." It's
still fun to do that.

I thought of putting up neon lights for Jim's Day Spa. I start
Kathleen off with a manicure and polish, a pedicure and polish
and then a long slow massage with oriental music. I massaged her
for almost an hour. Then a bath and application of body lotion
and anti-aging creams and finally a little hair trim and I
played with her hair for longer than usual. I had a purring
mistress.

Then I dressed her again. But we weren't finished. She looked at
me and gave a little gesture and I went to my knees and slid her
panties down and got to work. I know we got two climaxes but we
worked a long time and I don't think we got a third. She pressed
on my head when she had enough and another little gesture and I
slid her panties back on. What a lovely lady.

In spite of being afraid of her and being a little nervous when
I'm with her, I revere her, I admire her intelligence, her
style, everything about her. But I never know who she is, she
can be so tender, we can even be intimate, then she becomes the
boss, imperiously giving me orders, and then she is a tyrant,
condemning faults and issuing punishments and relishing the
administration.

It's very hectic with Sarah and Kathleen packing for a week
trip. I'm ironing clothes, finding jewelry, earmuffs, and socks.
Anything they can't find is because I put it somewhere to
frustrate them. Everything is my fault. I'm so apprehensive. I
will miss them. And I'm afraid of what conflicts will arise
because of Lucy.

Finally the suitcases are packed, the ladies are dressed, (they
look lovely) and we are waiting for the car to take them to the
airport. I have gone over all the details three times. E-tickets
printed, seats confirmed, rental car confirmed, hotel confirmed.
Every confirmation printed twice. I'm a travel agent
extraordinaire.

The car has arrived. Kathleen takes me to her room and handcuffs
me and puts on the collar and attaches me to the hook in the
corner. She kisses me and leaves.

So here I am, fastened into the corner and alone in our house.
What if Lucy doesn't show up? I really can't get loose. What if
I move, no one is watching.

The door opens and Lucy says: "Remember there is no moving when
you are restrained." Then she closes the door and turns off the
light.

I feel that Women can read my mind. Maybe that's why Kathleen
beats me so much because she knows what a predator I am.

Lucy came into the room and said: "I understand that you can
cook, you massage and do manicures."

I said: "Yes Miss Lucy."

She said: "I see you have your own personal stocks."

I said: "Yes Miss Lucy, but I never thought it was mine."

She laughed: "Whose is it then?"

I said: "I would not have purchased such a thing."

Lucy said: "You should be careful about what you say. Your wife
said I should be alert to impertinent uttering from you, and
punish you preferably with soaping. So do you want to tell me
whose stocks they are?"

I said: "They are my stocks Miss Lucy."

She said: "Are you ready to give me a demonstration?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She unlocked my handcuffs and released me from the hook and took
me to the stocks. I fastened my ankles and told her about the
waist strap and put my head and wrists into the cut-outs. Lucy
seemed to know everything, but she made me explain.

Lucy said: "How long do you stay in here?"

These questions are so humiliating for me. I said: "Almost
always for more than an hour and as much as five hours and once
overnight."

Lucy said: "So if I you don't amuse me, I can just put you in
here?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Lucy said: "I'm going to look around. I'm going to earn your
respect. Then you will fix me a nice dinner. Afterwards, we can
have some fun. How does that sound?"

I said: "Very nice, Miss Lucy."

She said: "Stay here."

Sarah said the same thing. Are all women bitches at heart?
Kathleen, Lucy, does it matter? I'm in the stocks.

Lucy returned. She said: "I'm going to whip you so you will know
I'm the boss."

I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy."

She said: "You know you will thank me for each stroke and count
each one. If you fail or screw up the thank you, you will get it
again."

As she said that she laid on a strap that rocked the entire
stock and made me go "oomph." I tried to get out the thank you
but she struck again just as hard.

I yelled: "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke." And she struck
again while I was saying 'stroke'.

I yelled hurriedly: "Thank you Miss Lucy, two strokes."

By the time I got to ten strokes I was out of breath, like I had
been running because she was laying it on so fast. It seems she
stopped. I don't know what happens to the hormones inside your
body after you have been beaten by woman. Lucy was overweight.
She was pretty, but I wouldn't particularly have noticed her.
Now I felt some kind of infatuation. She released me from the
stocks. I wanted to kiss her feet. But she wanted me to look at
the stuff Kathleen had collected.

She said: "I found all these gags, what is this one for?" She
asked about the one that had a place to pour in some liquid.

I had to say: "I have been made to sip dishwater, castor oil,
and urine" and I explained how it worked. She was very
interested. She also found the paddle, strap, cane and cat. She
asked if they had been used on me.

I said they had been used a lot.

She asked if I was disagreeable that I had been beaten a lot.

I said "no it's just that Miss Kathleen likes to beat me."

Lucy said: "That sounds like impertinent talk to me. Where is
this punishment book?"

I said: "It's in the family room, Miss Lucy."

She said: "Go get it; I want you to write in a demerit."

I got the book. She sat in Kathleen's chair and told me to kneel
down in front of her.

She said: "I understand you like to look up skirts. If I see you
do that you will get additional demerits."

I kept my gaze at her shoes and said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Write in the book, impertinent talk."

I wrote what she said and said: "Yes ma'am."

Lucy said: "Now fix me dinner."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtseyed. Just to be safe.

I grilled a filet mignon and micro-waved a baked potato and
boiled the corn on the cob I had bought. I baked the
refrigerated rolls. And I found a nice Cabernet Sauvignon in our
meager collection. I set the table for one.

When it was all ready, I went back to the bedroom where Lucy was
watching TV, and in my TV butler tone said: "Dinner is served,
Madam."

She came to the dining room and I seated her. Served her, poured
wine for her and stood waiting. I guess she was impressed. She
ate a lot and drank a lot of wine.

She said: "Kathleen told me to keep an eye on the wine, that you
like to take it without permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am," because I didn't want to get demerits for
impertinent talk. But I didn't agree with what she'd heard.

Lucy said: "Clean all this up. When you're finished come into
the family room. I'm going to watch TV."

I really don't mind, I ate the leftovers and drank some wine
Sarah and Kathleen left from last night. I curtseyed and knelt
in front of Lucy.

Lucy said: "How did you like my spanking?"

I said: "I learned great respect for you Miss Lucy."

She smiled and said: "In that case, you may take my panties
off."

I thought that I would get that instruction no matter what I
said. Definitely impertinent thought.

She had very pretty navy blue panties, and I slid them down. She
opened her legs and I put my face into her pussy and started
caressing her clit with my tongue and lips. She raised her hips,
then put her hands behind my head and pressed me in further. I
do like the smell and taste of her. I guess by mutual pleasure
we continued this for longer than I ever had.

She pushed my head out of her pussy but caught it between her
thighs and stroked my hair.

Then she fell back into the chair and said I could get up and
stand in that corner. She meant the one I am sent to when Sarah
and Kathleen talk to me. This is deliberate so that I feel
discarded. But that's why my wife entrusted me to Lucy. I stood
there for 10 or 15 minutes when Lucy asked for more wine.

I said "yes ma'am" and curtseyed and brought the wine. She sent
me back to the corner. I was becoming fascinated with this woman
and wanted to know more about her.

Finally she said I could take her to bed. This sounded very good
to me.

I asked her if she would like to sleep in Kathleen's bed. I
asked if I might get her new sheets and towels. She said to
hurry. I remade Kathleen's bed and hung new towels in the
bathroom. I asked her if she had a suitcase.

She told me where it was and I brought it into Kathleen's room
and offered to unpack it for her and she told me to go ahead. I
put away her lingerie in drawers and hung up her other clothes.
I found a drawer for her handcuffs, paddle and whip. I asked
Lucy if I might help undress her. She said that I may. I took
off her clothes and got her robe which I had just hung up.

She said: "Get out the paddle and bring it to me."

I did, and she motioned me across her lap. I did and I got 15
moderate strokes for being slow when she told me to hurry up.
Next I was between her thighs again. It was not as long as
earlier but definitely very long.

I had an urge to eat her while she was peeing. I was not allowed
to ask so I asked if I might wash her pussy where I drooled on
her. She said it was a good idea and we went into the bathroom
where I put hot water on a washcloth and dabbed at her pussy and
then dried her with a towel, and next thing I was eating her
again.

She suggested that I might lie in bed with her since my cock was
caged. Her words. I was definitely willing. I cuddled her and we
went to sleep.

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