DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

This was all new. I hoped I wouldn't damage anything. I found
the laundry detergent and read the directions. I read the labels
on the garments. So I filled the basin with soap and started
washing. We had one of those wooden indoor dryer racks: I hung
the garments to dry. I filled it to overflowing. I found a fan,
to slowly blow air, to make it dry faster.

I cleaned the bathrooms more; I straightened Kathleen's shoes
and Sarah's shoes. When there was nothing I could think of
doing, I reported to Miss Kathleen.

She unlocked my chains removed my gag, and pointed to the
stocks. I of course went and fastened my ankles. She came right
away and fastened the waist strap and the top frame. I haven't
had anything to eat now for almost 24 hours. But for some reason
I was feeling afraid. Why, I asked myself. I'm probably going to
be whipped, but why am I so afraid. Maybe it's the hunger. I
thought about all that for a really long time.

Kathleen said: "Let's continue where we left off yesterday. Do
you remember?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen, I don't remember."

Kathleen laughed and said: "I think you don't want to remember.
I'll give you 5 strokes off if you remember and I'll add 5
strokes if you don't, that's 10 strokes difference."

I said: "I'm so sorry Miss Kathleen, but I can't remember."

Kathleen said: "I've told you before to pay more attention you
could have saved yourself considerable pain. We're starting with
the riding crop and there will be 25 and you are to thank me and
count."

Immediately Kathleen sharply cut into me. I moaned and said:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen, that's one stroke."

She continued moving from one side to the other swinging from
the bottom up as well as from the top and straight from the
back.

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, that's fifteen strokes."

Kathleen said: "Just think if you had remembered we would be
finished now. Do you think you will remember tomorrow that you
got 25 with the crop?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen, I will remember."

And I got another hard stroke. She continued beating me until it
was 25. I've come to realize that Kathleen takes her
disciplinarian responsibility very seriously.

She left me with: "We will resume in an hour, don't go away."

I didn't go away. An hour later I was still there. Now I'm
nearly starved, parched, my behind feels like its been sliced
with a knife, my shoulders hurt. I guess I'm suffering. But
Kathleen smells like soap, she is bubbly and perky. The contrast
makes her so powerful and me so weak.

Kathleen said: "We have the strap; I think you are familiar
with. You will get 20 strokes and you will count as before."

And immediately she struck and I screamed, and cried: "Thank you
Miss Kathleen, one stroke."

And thwack again, I cried out and said the thank you and the
count. I don't know how I made it to 20; I think it was actually
22. At some point I couldn't say it fast enough for her.

Once again I was left for an hour. She came back probably on the
minute. I had no watch, there was no clock.

Kathleen said, "Good news, I'm going to gag you so you don't
have to count. We are going to try out this new cane. I'm only
going to give you ten strokes. But I think you will remember
this instrument."

She fitted the ball into my mouth and clicked the locking clip.
She took up her position and the torture began. Oh it hurt so
much. It felt like my flesh was being sliced.

She left me with the gag. My eyes were filled with tears, my
nose was running and I was sobbing. But no one heard me. The
light was out, it had become dark outside and the door was
closed.

Kathleen came back, probably one hour to the minute but I had no
way to know, and she released the waist belt and then opened the
frame. When I didn't move she held me up as I released my
ankles.

She smelled so good. She had a Kleenex and wiped my eyes and
nose, I must have looked stupid with the ball in my mouth.
Kathleen took me to the toilet, the door was open and she
watched. When I finished and washed, I put on my girdle and
Kathleen put on the chains.

Kathleen said: "You have to prepare dinner and set the table."

I of course, curtseyed and left to do as I was told.

Preparing dinner was no big thing, but I wanted to make
something different they would especially like. I went through
what we had and the cookbooks for ideas. Broccoli with cheese
sauce, grilled garlic chicken, and corn on the cob. I chose a
Chardonnay and put it in the freezer. I set the table, and
scrubbed the oven.

I served the dinner, the gag wasn't a big problem since all I
ever say is "yes ma'am" anyway but it looked stupid. I wasn't
really hungry, but I thought if I didn't eat or especially drink
soon, I would feel the consequences. I especially craved the
wine.

Kathleen and Sarah were talking about some celebrity in the
news. I thought how attractive they were, and how stupid I must
look with a gag in my mouth.

When they were finished, I cleared the table and Kathleen said:
"It's time to feed Jim."

Kathleen removed the gag. She said: "You are not allowed in the
kitchen unsupervised without the gag this week. Understood?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was given two slices of bread and a glass of tap water.
Kathleen said: "You can have more water."

After I ate and drank I said: "May I iron the clothes I washed
this morning?" I knew Kathleen was thinking I should go back to
the stocks.

Sarah said: "Bring the ironing board into the family room and we
can watch you."

Kathleen said: "Put it against that wall, and you can use the
coffee table for the clothes."

I said several "yes ma'ams" and curtseyed a few times and
carried the stuff into the family room under the eyes of Sarah
and Kathleen.

I could feel them watching me iron Kathleen's brassiere. I had
never done this before, the iron was too cold, because I didn't
want to burn anything, I turned up the temperature a little,
plus the straps were stretchy and I didn't want the iron to
press down on the clips in case they bent. I know I looked very
incompetent.

Eventually I worked it out. I ironed the cups, at least the
bottom and folded it nicely. The panties were easier. I just
folded the stockings and panty hose. The garter belt was as
difficult as the bra. When I finished I had two piles of
clothes, Sarah's and Kathleen's.

I asked for permission to put them away and got it. I was told
to return.

While I was putting away Kathleen's underwear I discovered her
collection of handcuffs, plastic ties, paddles and whips. I had
no idea.

I put Sarah's underwear away. I noticed that the dresser that
had my clothes was empty. Where had my clothes gone?

Everything was put away and I entered the family room and
curtseyed twice.

Sarah pointed to the floor in front of her feet. I knelt down in
front of her and avoided looking up her dress. Sarah said: "Take
off my stockings and panties."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And did.

Sarah guided my head and I felt validated as if someone gave me
a certificate saying I'm a person. I licked Sarah for a long
time. When she finished she hugged me hard.

Then Kathleen took me to her closet, handcuffs, collar clicked
to the chain. Lights out, door closed.

Next morning, a naked Kathleen released me, by removing the
handcuffs and leaving me to unsnap the link to the chain. I
said: "Miss Kathleen, may I wear the gag?"

Kathleen got the locking one and fitted it into my mouth. I
curtseyed for her and left for the kitchen where I started the
coffee brewing. I sectored a grapefruit. Set the table. When the
coffee was ready I took a cup to Sarah. She was up when I walked
in and smiled at me, because of the stupid gag.

I helped her up from bed and knelt in front of her while she
peed and sipped coffee while I patted her dry. Then I helped her
get dressed. She admired the appearance of her ironed bra and
said: "You made it so nice."

I keep being amazed at the thrill I get from that. But the best
part was putting panty hose on her. Her hands were on my head
while I was enjoying her body.

I stood while Sarah ate breakfast. It would have been nice to
bring in the paper but, I had a gag in my mouth, I was wearing a
long legged woman's girdle which had a chain running around the
waist and through the crotch with a padlock. I guess people
would think I was in Halloween costume. I was wondering when my
goddesses were going to make me go get it and suffer the
humiliation.

I helped Sarah with her coat. She gave me a hug.

I cleared the table and put the dishes into the dishwasher.
I took coffee to Kathleen. She was sleeping so I set the coffee
down and waited.

When Kathleen woke, I gave her robe to her, and put her slippers
on her. I then handed her the coffee and we went into the
bathroom.

After dressing Kathleen I fixed her breakfast. Then after
clearing the table and putting the dishes into the dishwasher,
Kathleen said: "It's time for your bread and water."

She unlocked the gag. I sat at the kitchen table eating my two
slices of bread and drinking two glasses of water. Also there
was a vitamin pill. Kathleen said: "I have a bottle of cod liver
oil for you."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, but may I pass on that?"

Kathleen said: "Get me the gag that has a cap on the ball."

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

I brought it to her and curtseyed. She took an eye-dropper and
filled the ball with cod liver oil. The she said "open your
mouth", and she put the foul tasting ball in my mouth and
fastened the strap. Kathleen said: "Let's visit the corner."

She took my arm and led me to the ring in the corner. She
clipped the snap into the ring on the wall. Kathleen said:
"Hands behind you."

I was handcuffed and almost gagging to the drips coming out of
the ball.

Kathleen said: "No moving, I guess I don't have tell you no
talking. The oil has omega-3 fatty acids that are very good for
you." Then she left.

This tasted the way I imagine the garbage behind a fish
restaurant tastes. On the one hand I applaud Kathleen extracting
from me enough suffering to earn forgiveness, but on the other
hand she is truly a bitch. I'm beginning to gag from this. This
ball can't hold more than two teaspoons at the most I thought.
But it was the smell from it that also added to the distaste. If
I know Kathleen by now I will stand for an hour and then I'll do
chores.

It seemed like two hours but Kathleen finally came into the
room. I don't know what she did, but she left. I thought she
would come back soon. She came back after another long wait, she
unlocked my chains, pulled down my girdle, and started beating
me with something new, it really, really stung.

Kathleen said: "Jim, I want you to meet the cat with nine tails.
I wanted to get your mind off the fish oil."

She did that all right. I want to jump up and down but I don't
dare because I was told not to move by the person who had the
keys to the hand cuffs and has a whip in her hand. I can't thank
her for the strokes or count because I'm gagged. I think I got
20 strokes and I bet I was bleeding, it felt like I was.

Kathleen said: "I bet that hurt more than a paddling over my
lap. Have you sucked out all the fish oil?"

I couldn't answer but I didn't know. Once again I was
experiencing nearly unbearable pain, and that's why I was
noticing the vile taste less. My handcuffs were finally removed
and Kathleen unsnapped me from the hook and removed the gag.

Kathleen said: "I want a hook here, pointing to a spot under the
hook about eight inches off the floor."

I almost asked why but I caught myself and said: "Yes ma'am."

I found out a few days later. Kathleen believes that when I'm
fastened to the lower hook I can be beaten more easily. My
thought was that it was very uncomfortable, and began hurting in
just a few minutes, which I guessed was the point.

Then she had me put a lock on the outside of her closet. She
said, "In case I need to lock you in."

Whenever I've been in her closet I've been attached to the chain
and handcuffed, I wasn't about to open the door. But I wasn't
asked.

Kathleen said: "Remove the girdle and sit here;" Pointing to the
edge of her bed.

I said: "Yes Ma'am." Stripped and sat down.

She took out a small contraption from a square box. It fit
around my penis. She had a key that locked it so it couldn't be
opened.

Kathleen said: "This will allow you to wear regular pants and go
to the bathroom without supervision. However you will find that
you cannot indulge in unauthorized behavior. Sarah and I decided
that the friction from the girdle on your penis has been making
you more lustful. Maybe this will work better. Find some pants
and do the chores."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtseyed and left.

I felt further demeaned. It was bad enough to wear a panty
girdle. This was more personal. I am so much under Kathleen's
thumb.

Having found my clothes had been moved to the linen closet. I
found underpants and slacks and a t-shirt, I looked normal. I
vacuumed, made the beds; and washed the sinks. Kathleen watched,
while I was working in her room.

I said: "Miss Kathleen, I would like to work in the kitchen."
Meaning come with me or gag me.

Kathleen said: "Are you finished with everything else?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "Lets put you into the stocks and we'll finish
early enough so you can do the kitchen and fix dinner." She was
taking my arm in case I might run away.

I acquiesced, of course: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "Take off all your clothes, fold them nicely, you
look very nice."

Kathleen said: "During this period of rehabilitation we will
have five hours in the stocks every day with hourly whippings."

Kathleen said: "I'll try to arrange the sessions where I think
you need to be gagged toward the end, that way I won't have to
take it off and put it back on."

By this time I had fastened my ankles. I can't endure all that,
but once I'm fastened down I seem to endure it.

I said: "Miss Kathleen, I remember the whippings I got
yesterday."

Kathleen said: "That's nice but I don't have any specials today,
they are all 20 strokes, if you thank me and count, that is."
She finished lowering the frame then she patted my butt and said
she would return.

My life as an object of Miss Kathleen is largely waiting for
her. I'm always waiting. Today I spent one or two hours in the
corner, I've already been whipped hard. I'm in this mode of
saying I want to be loved by these women and if I have to accept
this punishment and if I get that then bring it on. But please
not so hard. I had these thoughts over and over.

Kathleen entered again. I couldn't see her but I heard the door
and I can smell her perfume. Kathleen said: "Well get started
today with the paddle."

She wasn't finished saying paddle when she struck, but I was
ready with "Thank you Miss Kathleen that's one."

I heard her making exertion sounds like "unh" and I could hear
her breathing rate increase. She tried to make the strokes as
hard as she could. Of course I was helpless to alter that in any
way. I can scream and cry and whimper. Which I did later on.
Kathleen hardly gets a hair out of place for her efforts.

After the paddling, I got the strap, then it was the cat, then
the gag and the cane. But I'm now gagged in my fifth hour of
being in the stocks. Once again I have been crying, my eyes are
wet, my nose is running and I have trouble breathing. I'm naked
except for my penis lock. And did I mention I'm in excruciating
pain where the cane literally cut me. I calculated that I
thanked Kathleen 100 times for putting me into this state.

All the time I was hanging in the stocks Kathleen was watching
television and snacking and drinking.

I waited and waited. Finally Kathleen came and released me to
put on clothes and work in the kitchen. She was so efficient
that the gag was on me already.

Cleaning our modern kitchen is easy. I was planning microwave
baked potatoes, with cheese and broccoli sauce and barbecued
pork ribs from a package, and a Caesar salad. I have a good
Cabernet to go with it. I was making it extra elaborate so they
could contrast it to my bread and water. (Maybe I had hoped they
would take pity and throw me the bones or let me taste the wine,
hah!)

When Sarah came home she was surprised by my clothes, she ran
her hands over my shirt and down my pants and felt the device.
She asked if I liked it.

I said: "Miss Sarah it allows me to wear clothes."

Sarah was very pleased, even Kathleen said it was a wonderful
dinner. I glowed. What they saw was I stood there serving, I
even separated the ribs. I served extra napkins and brought a
bowl with water to rinse and then towels to dry their hands.

Kathleen was business like after dinner: "Clean the kitchen and
report to the family room."

I curtseyed because I couldn't talk. I cleaned the table; I took
out the trash under the cover of darkness, and cleaned the
kitchen.

I curtseyed twice to the ladies in the family room. Kathleen
said: "We liked that wine, bring it in here."

Sarah said: "You couldn't have drunk it because you have a gag."
She was laughing.

I curtseyed twice, brought the wine and glasses and curtseyed
twice again. I poured each of the ladies a few fingers of wine.
And waited. Kathleen got up and took my arm into the kitchen.
She removed the gag.

I got my two slices of bread and three glasses of water. She led
me back to the family room. I wanted to curtsy.

Sarah said: "I want a bath, pedicure, manicure, and massage. Are
you capable of that?"

I said: "Oh yes Miss Sarah."

Sara said: "Let's do it now."

I tried to give Miss Kathleen a nice curtsy. Sarah walked ahead
of me and I admired her loveliness. I said: "May I run your bath
now, Miss Sarah?"

She said I could, while it was filling I undressed my wife, got
her robe and slippers, hung up her clothes, gathered the nail
materials. And led her to the tub. Washing a woman in a tub
reveals everything to the washer. I was so in love with her. I
probably washed more than was necessary. Drying her was a
delight.

I set her in a chair and knelt on the floor for the pedicure.
Mostly I used an emery board to reshape some of the nails,
because they were nearly perfect already. I painted the nails a
red shade she selected. I rubbed skin cream into her feet and
ankles. I sat very close to her to do her fingernails. We both
sat on the make-up bench and she placed her hand on the counter.
Again mostly emery board and the same polish.

We have a massage table and I gave Sarah a long sensual massage.
Lots of rubbing oil into the breasts and inner thighs, massaged
her ass, and neck, it took over an hour.

I undressed and we both showered so I washed the oil from her
body, again I washed longer that I should.

I put Sarah to bed and she sent me to Kathleen.

Sarah said: "If Kathleen is sleeping she said you could put
yourself in her closet and shut the door."

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