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Jim's Story - part nineteen

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

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part nineteen - New Job

I resorted to the cook books to figure out what to fix for
dinner. The women keep me to a tight schedule and there is no
time for testing recipes and I'm still a novice and I fear
screwing up something complicated. I found dozen's of yummy
sounding recipes but more than five ingredients or six steps and
I move on. I gave up searching recipes.

In desperation I found a bottle of spaghetti sauce that said it
had lots of mushrooms in a light Alfredo sauce. I knew I had a
nice white wine. Problem solved. I can't do the chopping I see
on TV, but I can cut up lettuce and tomatoes.

I served the spaghetti fearing that they would complain about
spaghetti all the time. The ladies ate it all up. And they drank
several glasses of wine each. I licked the bowl and it tasted
pretty good.

Sarah said: "After you clean up, bring the leftover wine and
report to the family room."

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

I served wine to Sarah and Kathleen who were watching TV.

Sarah said: "Get the handcuffs and when you come back strip."

I was puzzled but relieved she didn't ask me to bring paddles or
canes. I said "Yes ma'am." And curtseyed twice.

Sarah handcuffed me and sent me to sit in the corner.

Sarah said: "Peggy who is the CEO of our company was very
impressed with Jim who advised her about our IT problems. She
wants Jim to come and help us." She addressed Katherine. And I
had not been invited to speak.

Then Sarah said: "What do you think Jim."

I said: "Its very gratifying that Miss Peggy liked me. I'm your
slave Miss Sarah."

Sarah said: "That's true, but do you think you can do the job."

I said: "I can do it easily, Peggy said she had a staff of six
people, that's much fewer people that I managed before, and I'm
familiar with the systems they're using."

Sarah said: "Do you want to?"

I said: "Miss Sarah, you and Miss Kathleen tell me what I want."

Sarah said: "That is the correct answer."

Sarah said: "Go upstairs and stand in the corner in the bedroom.
Mom and I will discuss this."

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

I waited a long time. I guess they had lots of wine to drink.
When Sarah came up, she seemed distracted. She undressed and as
an afterthought unlocked my handcuffs and told me to pick up her
clothes. Then as another afterthought she said I could get into
her bed.

I would have liked to know what they decided, but Sarah has
gotten so volatile that I was afraid I might get punished for
asking. I guess I'll be told if they want me to take the job and
I won't hear any more if they decide I won't take the job.

Sarah slid over and I ended up cuddling her. She said: "We're
going to have to figure out how you will get all your chores
done."

It sounded like I would accept the job; one idea to have more
time for chores is to reduce the time in the stocks and corners.

I said: "When will I start, Miss Sarah?"

She said: "On Monday, we can go together."

I'm beginning to get butterflies, I have so many questions, but
I don't want to be tiresome. I miss my old Sarah whom I would be
able to question endlessly.

Sarah said: "I'm glad you're not peppering me with lots of
questions. I'm so confused and conflicted about this."

I said: "Yes ma'am." So she would know I was listening.

She said: "Mom thinks it's a bad idea. She thinks you will
become difficult. I agree but Peggy nearly insisted; and I had
told her you would do what I told you to. So I'm committed."

I would like to give her a kiss, but I'm not allowed activity
that might be interpreted as an overture. But I think the
interpretation has to do with her mood. I have to wait for a
sign.

She said: "You are so perfectly trained now, I love being with
you, I feel so safe."

I said: "Thank you Miss Sarah."

Sarah started touching me. First her hand went to my thighs,
then she brushed the penis corset. I'm almost holding my breath.
My arms are around her and my hands could cup her breasts, but
I'm waiting.

Sarah said: "Will you still be my slave when you're back at
work?"

I said: "I'm so grateful to be your slave. You never have to
worry. I would be the loser not you, Miss Sarah."

Sarah said: "Would my slave like to please his mistress?"

I said: "Always Miss Sarah."

She said: "If you don't I will use the cane."

I said: "Yes ma'am," as I felt my head being pushed down under
the blanket where my mouth found her pussy.

Sarah doesn't worry about the mess we make on the sheet because
no matter how spent or tired she becomes from sex, her slave
will clean it up. If there's wetness, the slave will sleep there
and she will sleep on the other side. So Sarah's worries and
concerns were pushed aside with some loving oral sex from her
(husband) slave.

Morning came and I raced to the kitchen, raced back up, and with
love pouring out of my heart I helped my mistress get dressed. I
put the panties on her that I had washed and ironed, and the
matching brassiere, and her panty hose. She is so beautiful, I
felt lucky to be able to touch her and breathe in her aromas.

I could see the glisten in her eye and the way she was
swallowing that I was arousing her with my ministrations. But we
both knew there was no time.

If she would start saying something I could reply, and I wanted
to tell her how much love I had for her. But I'm not allowed
"overtures." Plus the required curtsy and the "miss" and "ma'am"
make me feel inferior. She is the mistress and I'm her subject.

My winning (so far) formula for her breakfast was fruit (any
kind, peeled, sliced, etc) and yoghurt (any kind) and granola
(any kind). Sometimes there is multiples of everything to choose
from, sometimes not so much.

She always loved it. She always laid a compliment on me and
sometimes hugs and kisses too. The food is so trivial but I
tried hard to get more varieties of fresh fruits and more
varieties of granolas, I shopped at several markets. They say
happiness is in the little things.

She said, "This is amazing, Jim."

I said: "Thank you Miss Sarah."

Sarah said: "Are you happy Jim?"

I said: "As long as I can please you and Miss Kathleen I will be
happy, ma'am."

Sarah got up and hugged me. Then she started crying. I said:
"I'm sorry I made you cry Miss Sarah."

She sobbed: "You didn't make me cry. I will always love you."

We just stood and hugged.

She said: "I have to go, get my coat and my purse."

I put her purse on my shoulder and helped her put on her coat,
then handed her the purse, opened the door for her, curtseyed
and she was gone.

Kathleen had become my "manager" in the sense that I proposed
what I needed to do in the way of chores and she approved my
plan after she changed it a little. (There was a certain
bitchiness to it, like why does it take that long to wash the
mirrors, etc). So I was looking forward to work with her to
rearrange my chores schedule since I was going back to work. Of
course it was not my 'place' to bring up the matter.

I cleaned up after Sarah, and took coffee to Kathleen. She was
awake, waiting for me. Without words, I helped her out bed,
placed her slippers on her feet and wrapped her in her robe. I
knelt at the toilet while she sipped some coffee.

Her choices for breakfast were more involved suiting a short
order cook. She could choose from omelets to pancakes with
everything in between. She wanted Jim's egg mc'muffins and
coffee. I couldn't gage her mood yet. I stood very still while
she ate.

Kathleen said: "Sarah was very lucky choosing someone who can
cook like you."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen." I'm glad I didn't burn the
English muffins. I thought.

Kathleen said: "What are we going to do when you go to work?"

I said: "I will do what you tell me to do Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "There will be so much less time."

I said: "We will have to have priorities."

Kathleen said: "Clean up, then bring the book into the family
room." Then Kathleen left still in slippers and bathrobe only. I
curtseyed when she left.

I entered the family room and curtseyed and got the book. I
kneeled down in front of Kathleen and I kept my gaze down.

Kathleen said: "On the last page of the book, write the header
PRIORITIES."

I did.

Kathleen said: "The first priority is discipline. Write it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

And then there was a long list below that; vacuuming, bathrooms,
windows, trash removal, shopping, laundry, hand washing and
ironing Kathleen's and Sarah's underwear, food preparation,
bills, and investments. We ended up with numbers by each item.
Discipline was still number one.

Kathleen said: "Next we have to make a schedule. There will be
things you do every day and some things once a week and so on."

Kathleen said: "Maybe we can schedule a punishment time. If
there is no cause, we can credit it to you. Every Friday night
after dinner we will devote the rest of the evening to
correction."

I made a note on another page. Pretty soon every evening was
filled with an activity. On Monday nights I washed the ladies'
underwear. On Tuesday nights I ironed them. On other nights
there were the usual housekeeper's chores. Of course, I made
dinner and cleaned the kitchen every night.

If I sound like I'm complaining, I'm really not. Kathleen is a
very good organizer and I actually appreciate what she has done.
But she expressed a concept that if I'm not doing a chore, I
should be presenting myself to her for punishment, to be applied
to pay off transgressions or to be banked for future ones. And
what was frightening me was she was toying with the idea of how
many demerits could be banked if she spent the weekends
punishing me.

But immediately she had to get dressed.

She said: "Let's get dressed." Meaning I should come and help
her get dressed.

I said: "Yes ma'am." And we went to her bedroom. She sat down in
her chair and motioned to kneel in front of her. She said, "I'm
going to reward you for not looking up. You may start by kissing
my toes; you may even suck on them. You're a sweet boy."

After a few minutes she said: "You may work your way up, slowly
please."

I was in a certain frenzy sucking, licking and kissing her feet,
then her legs, she was completely naked except for the bathrobe,
and I wanted to kiss her whole body. When I was on her thighs
just above her knees, she took my head and guided me into her
pussy. By this time I was also aroused.

She squeezed her legs together and pulled my head further into
her, I almost suffocated but I didn't stop. She got really
excited; she lifted her self from the chair, writhed and
strained, I held her buttocks to hold on, finally she gasped and
relaxed back. My mouth and face had become glued to her by a
film of sweat, hers and mine. She relaxed her thighs and pushed
my head out of her pussy.

I inhaled deeply and I think she sighed.

I said: "Would Miss Kathleen care for a massage."

I had her lying on our massage table face down, a sheet over her
to keep her warm. I was kissing her extremities. I kissed her on
the backs of her legs, behind her knees, and I could tell she
was reacting to it. Then I rubbed in oil where I had been
kissing. This took a long time and she became very relaxed.

Then I bathed and dressed her, we didn't speak much; I guess we
were both thinking we would never have so much time alone again.
I found getting out her clothes and putting them on her was not
as stimulating as it had been only a month before. It was a
little tedious but I knew I would be punished for getting
anything wrong. So I paid attention.

I did the chores and it took a little longer than normal because
I was trying to be more thorough. In the future I wouldn't have
as much time, I vacuumed under furniture which I actually moved,
dusted in corners I had neglected, etc.

When I finished I reported to Kathleen. I curtseyed and said:
"I've completed the housekeeper chores, Miss Kathleen." I
remained standing.

She said: "You have taken longer than is necessary."

I said: "No ma'am, I was trying to do a more complete job."

She said: "You mean you weren't doing a complete job before?"

I said: "No ma'am, I have always done a complete job, but this
morning, I moved furniture, dusted the high corners and had to
get a step-stool, and all that took longer."

She said: "I think you were dawdling; get the book and kneel
down."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I got the book and knelt down at her feet.
I no longer hoped for mercy from her or any consideration for
the wild sex we had.

She said: "Write down lackadaisical work ethic."

I'm a good speller so I did but it was ridiculous because I had
worked really hard. I only said: "Yes ma'am." I'm not allowed to
argue.

She said: "I have to make sure that you work hard at all times.
Take off your clothes and go to the stocks and wait for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Curtseyed and departed. This was so unfair.

I stripped and fastened my ankles, and bent over and waited. I
had to wait for a long time.

She finally came in and said: "Have you been moving around while
you were waiting for me?"

I said: "No ma'am, hardly at all."

She pounced: "So you admit it, you did move, you're trying to
avoid punishment and are willing to lie!"

I said "No ma'am."

She fastened the top frame and said: "For your laziness I'm
giving you twenty strokes with the cat, but for lying you're
getting thirty with the strap, because that is more serious."

This was so unjust, but I was fastened helpless in the stocks,
she was in a mood to beat me and complaining would only add
arguing to my litany.

She said: "When you are being punished, there is no movement and
no talking. I have told you that before. You are a stubborn boy
but after the strap you may reconsider your rebellious
behavior."

She winds herself up into these messianic roles so that
sometimes she even convinces me that I need to be beaten. I've
learned that there is nothing I can do. Anything in my defense
gets used as evidence that either - my argument is just an
attempt to avoid punishment, or that I don't think my crime was
serious, or that I'm impugning her judgment.

The cat and the strap are fearsome instruments in their own
right, but what terrifies me is the attitude of the person
wielding the weapons. Both Sarah and Kathleen seem to convince
themselves that they have to beat me to prevent some awful
outcome. The reality is that I am much less lustful while
attending my ladies than I had been.

Kathleen fastened me nearly immobile, dressed like a strip
teaser, and then fondled my member which had become erect was
not evidence of lusting it was evidence of normalcy. But it
doesn't matter; I am going to be beaten because Kathleen wants
to. And I will thank her for each agonizing stroke. And
somewhere inside of me I'm happy with this arrangement. But that
won't make it hurt any less.

I had to wait a long time. I replayed all these thoughts and
hoped she would be gentle and thought that to be unlikely. I
hated screaming and crying and I was determined to bear it
stoically.

When Kathleen finally came in I had just resolved to take it
quietly. The first stroke of the cat changed all of that. I
screamed in agony and managed to thank her and count just in
time for the next one. It really hurt in many spots on my butt
and thighs and I could hear her making grunting noises. Again I
got the "thank you" and count out just in time. It felt like
pins were being pressed into my ass. I had forgotten how many I
was going to get, but I didn't miss the counting. After twenty
she left. I could feel the points where the cat struck as if
they were bleeding. If I was really bleeding, would she continue
with the strapping? I wondered.

At almost that moment she came in and put the strap in my mouth
and said: "If you drop it I'll give you extra strokes." And she
left. I guess that was my answer.

My mouth was getting very tired. The strap was very heavy, and I
was afraid to drop it. I realized it hurt so much because it was
so heavy. Saliva kept running out of my mouth because I couldn't
close it and a puddle formed on the base of the stocks.

Kathleen entered and took the strap from my mouth and wiped the
saliva from it. I really wished for it to be over. Then thwack!
I was hoarse but I managed: "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was
one."

If I could, I would have run away at that point. It hurt so much
and I couldn't stand it. I could hear Kathleen exert herself and
the thwack shook my immovable body and I managed a thank you
again. Very slowly this went on until I received thirty, and
once again I had completely lost it. I was sobbing and crying,
my eyes were filled with tears and my nose was running.
Kathleen's prescription for this was to leave me.

How can she be so mean? I helped her climax several times, I
gave her a massage, I bathed her and dressed her. And now she
has reduced me to a sniffling wreck. And left me here to suffer.

She finally came back with a towel and wiped my face.
She said: "Have you resolved to stop lusting?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

"Do you think lying is a smart policy?" She taunted.

I said: "No ma'am."

"Do you think the strap has cured you of lying?"

I said: "Yes ma'am"

I had painfully learned to be attentive to her taunts because
she could beat me more or just leave me if she felt like it. I
couldn't do anything about it; I was totally in her power.

She said: "I would like to leave you here for longer, but I'm
getting hungry, and you have to fix lunch for me." She released
the top frame and the strap around my waist. And she left me to
release the ankle straps.

I found her sitting in the dining room reading the newspaper. I
curtseyed and said: "What may I get for Miss Kathleen?" I wanted
to add ma'am, and get on my knees. I was so afraid and so
desirous of this woman that my mouth felt dry and my stomach
felt hollow.

Kathleen said: "I feel like a Philly cheese-steak sandwich, but
first I want a glass of red wine."

I said: "One moment ma'am." I curtseyed and rushed out. I came
back with the left over merlot wine in a large wine glass, about
200ml. It was going to take a while to prepare her lunch. I had
to peel potatoes, defrost some meat, etc.

I finally got it ready, served it and stood still with a towel
while she ate it. She said that she liked it. She left the
table. I curtseyed. Then I cleared the table and washed the
dishes, and cleaned the kitchen.

I went into the family room where Kathleen was sitting and
curtseyed and I said: "May I get Miss Kathleen coffee or a cold
drink, or more wine?"

She said: "Bring the handcuffs."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And curtseyed and hurried to get them.

I brought them back curtseyed and knelt down and offered them to
her.

She said: "Strip off all your clothes."

There wasn't much, loafers, no socks, trousers and tee-shirt. It
was no accident, Kathleen had me stripping for punishment,
getting dressed and stripping again so often that she decreed no
socks, no underwear and no jewelry. Also I observed that if
clothes make the man then the lack of it un-makes the man.

She handcuffed my hands behind my back and told me to sit
against the sofa so we were facing each other.
She said: "Do you understand what we are doing here?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Tell me."

I said: "You and Sarah are indulging my sexual kinkiness. I am
not sure what you're getting in return. But I appreciate the
effort and the extraordinary expense in the case of Lucy and the
hair dressing class. I know it's all done because you love and
care for me. In return I'm trying to do as much for you as I
can. I love both you and Sarah beyond my ability to say."

She said: "Yes, you have it mostly right. What Sarah and I get
is a good man on our terms. You are very good, but in a certain
perverse way, the better you are, the harder it is for me to
oppress you adequately so you are our slave. Do you see that?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I completely do. When you complement me for
cooking, I am pleased and forget that I didn't cook for my
pleasure. But I think the small things like the way I address
you and Sarah, and the curtsying and waiting on table while you
eat, has a very profound effect on our relationship."

She said: "Regardless of how talented and hard-working you are,
or even how good your attitude is, you must remain under our
very strict control. And the more you do and the more we
appreciate it, the more we have to punish you so that we will be
the dominant partner. That is my problem that I continually
struggle with. If I'm dependent on you then how can you be my
slave?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I understand that. I think you are a
remarkable person and I fear you, respect you and love you. That
mix might be called worship. There is no solution to the
problem. What you have done is what men like me dream of. I
suffer from the other side of the problem. How can I be
respected if I'm your slave?"

She then hugged me. We stayed that way a long time. I was
handcuffed so I couldn't hug back but I was also naked so it
made the hug a little sexy.

She said: "We talked a lot here." She then turned me around and
removed the handcuffs.

She said: "Bring me a glass of wine."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I curtseyed and went to get the wine.

I poured her a little extra in a big wine glass.
I returned, curtseyed and handed over the wine.

She said: "Stand in the corner there, so I can enjoy looking at
you. I will enjoy the wine with that view. Maybe I will lust
after your body, do you like the idea of that?"

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I went to stand in the corner like a
child.

I knew from experience I would stand here a long nearly
unbearable time. And I'm nervous that I might move and she is
staring at me. I know I won't get away with it without further
suffering.

She said: "The other problem is that you are my daughter's
husband. What kind of depravity is it where a mother-in-law
seduces her son-in-law? What would Sarah say?"

I remember Sarah saying to her mom she could have me any way she
wanted. Facing the wall kind of suppressed my willingness to
intrude on Kathleen's thoughts. And I'm not willing to judge
others' behavior as deprave.

Kathleen said: "This is very good wine, where did you get it?"

I said: "It's a popular Merlot from the grocery store, Miss
Kathleen."

She said: "Do you have any more?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, may I serve you some."

She said: "No, no more talking. I will get it."

Too bad, I hate standing here, I thought.

Kathleen started touching me, my buttocks, my corseted penis,
and my chest. I tried not to move, then she pressed her clothed
body against my naked one. She took my arm and led me from the
corner. We went into her bedroom.

She put the two-thirds full wine glass on her night table then
took a key and removed my penis corset.

She said: "Take off my pants and skirt."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I took off her panties, then I unbuttoned
her skirt, it fell and she stepped out of it. I expected to put
my face in her pussy but she pulled me up to her and we kissed.
Then she pushed me onto the bed and then got on top of me.

I immediately thought about what to cook for dinner to keep from
exploding inside of her. It had been more than a few weeks since
I'd had any stimulation. I tried to relax but stay attentive. I
knew that the wine made her slow in coming and I had to last at
least that long. She was so sexy. I had those conflicting
concerns. I would do anything for this goddess, but I mustn't
come, yet.

She was getting carried away, and I was holding her breasts,
moving up and down, and finally she shuddered, and I exploded on
her next stroke and she collapsed on top of me. I rubbed her
back and we ended up cuddling.

She said: "Let's go to the bathroom and you can clean me up."

I said: "Yes ma'am." But I didn't feel like it. I used some
moistened towels, and put her panties back on. Then she fondled
me a little and finally said, "let's lock you back up."

Not only did she put the penis corset back on, but I was
handcuffed, she put the collar on and fastened me to the hook.

She said: "Now I can relax and enjoy my wine knowing that you
can't get into any mischief."

She said: "You may imagine that you're an animal that has been
used and now you have been returned to your hitching post. You
are a valuable beast. I used you and now you are tethered. I'm
enjoying this wine, and I may take a nap."

I'm not in the mood right after sex, but she is describing our
relationship exactly. I have to stand here and suffer. In my
mind's eye, she is sitting up on her bed, she has on black
panties and garter belt and gray stockings. And she is watching
me.

It was so quiet that I thought she had actually fallen asleep.
After what seemed like a very long time, Kathleen unsnapped me
from the hook, and led me by the snap to the chair, she pulled
me down over her lap.

She said: "Do you remember the first time I spanked you?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "This will be much harder, and you will count and
thank me."

Before I could "yes ma'am" to her, a paddle exploded on my butt.

I managed to say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was one." The
next thwack came before I finished speaking, and I said: "Thank
you Miss Kathleen that was two."

She said: "No this is two." And then I got another Thwack. And
it continued that I was miss counting every other one, and even
consecutive ones. Finally I was at twenty but I probably got a
lot more. I was completely out of breath, and totally confused,
I was broken down.

Then she pulled me off her with the snap, and led me back to the
hook where she snapped me back onto the ring.
She said: "Think about how you will miss me."

Kathleen owns me. I worship her.

After a very long time, Kathleen removed the handcuffs and told
me to get dressed and get dinner ready.

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtseyed. And got to work.

read part twenty here

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2010-04-25 ( 7 edited messages )

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Re: C: she feels far away from me emotionally
Date: 14 Apr 2010 23:41:11 -0000
From: jucyfruit48

j_stimmt,

We lived thru an out of control teenager. It's terrible. What
your wife needs from you is no demands. Do not talk about sex.
Say nothing but treat her like a queen.

Now is the time for you to cement your servitude to her. Go the
extra mile, do the housework, massage her feet, take her out
dining, LISTEN to her. She is going thru a rough time like you
are but the last thing she needs is a whining husband
complaining about his needs only. Be a real slave and step up
and serve her needs.

Later she will appreciate having a slave husband. She is your
focus and reason for living. You are lucky to have a wife who
even considers that she wants you to be her slave.

DO NOT BLOW IT.

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Re: C: she feels far away from me emotionally
Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:42:47 -0400
From: chmnceo

j_stimmt wrote:

>I didn't know where to turn. My therapist seems to want to
>avoid the subject when I bring it up.

For "j_stimmt" who said his therapist wants to avoid the
subject. I am a therapist and that pains me to hear. I'm sorry.

Here are two sources where you can find professionals who are
kink friendly. These therapists are predominantly for those
living in America however you will find some other countries
represented as well.

The American Association of Sexuality Educators, Counselors and
Therapists (AASECT)
AASECT has a rigorous list of requirements for a therapist to
become certified.

Kink Aware Professionals (KAP)
Overseen by the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom

I hope this helps!

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Re: C: she feels far away from me emotionally
Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2010 01:24:55 +0100
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

j_stimmt wrote:

>why should it surprise me that she now doesn't want to role-
>play femdom with me and says that it brings out the anger in
>her and she feels far away from me emotionally when we engage
>in this type of sexual play?

I guess it doesn't surprise you at all. And that you want us to
tell you to do what you already know is right.

The only sensible advice is to accept that right now she wants
to feel a lot closer to you, and for her that means not role-
playing femdom. In fact it means giving her what she wants, lots
of conventional loving, whether sexual or not. And especially
for you not to be

>"bored of the same old vanilla sex she seems to want to stay
>with".

You also wrote:-

>My therapist seems to want to avoid the subject when I bring it
>up.

Tell your therapist that you feel he/she is letting you down and
that you really need help with this. Ask him/her to recommend
another therapist who is prepared to discuss this with you.
Either that or look into KAP or AASECT as recommended by
"chmnceo".

>I'm hoping someone on this list can offer some words to help me
>through this very frustrating time.

I think you might read your own words posted in December 2007 in
"D/s sessions - how it works for us":-

http://u4ds.com/2007/12/ds_sessions_how_it_works_for_u.shtml

where you wrote:

>"We play a D/s game now and then, we both have wonderful
>orgasms and then we can put it on the shelf and come back to it
>if the timing is right."

and....

>"I have found that with my wife, the harder I have pushed for
>things I wanted, the farther away she would go and we could not
>agree on anything. I guess I've been blessed in that there have
>been times when I've asked for what I wanted (and must have
>asked the right way or at the right time) and she's given of
>herself to me. There were other times that I had the presence
>of mind and the patience to wait things out until my wife got
>interested again."

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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Re: C: Riding a safer wooden pony?
Date: 14 Apr 2010 10:29:16 -0000
From: Mark King

The way we ride the wooden pony is to make sure that the pony is
high enough so that both feet cannot be flat on the ground at
the same time.

If only one foot can be placed flat to the ground, the ball on
the opposing side will feel pressure, as will the "taint".
Sooner or later, the male will need to shift over to the other
foot, placing pressure on the other ball. During this period, a
discussion can be held about the proper behavior expected.

With enough time, the cycle of shifting from one foot to the
other will become more frequent. When it becomes an almost
constant shifting, the male is only then properly "riding the
horse". Once he is fully riding, the punishment is fairly
extreme and should be limited in duration. Conversation during
this phase is not really possible. The key to the horse is time,
this is not a quick punishment. An hour or more is not unusual.
Sometimes much more time is needed.

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Re: C: Slave Party Games
Date: 15 Apr 2010 20:08:47 -0000
From: Carmenica Diaz

The self control game is interesting but a variation is where
the subs are compelled to masturbate themselves for the
amusement of the Madames. When they can no longer hold back,
they must release their penis and put their hands by their
sides, thereby ruining their orgasm. It's amusing to watch.

Sometimes the "edging" (as I like to call it) can go on for some
time. Nice site.

Best regards,
Carmenica

Carmenica Diaz

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Re: C: Chastity Heaven cages
Date: 16 Apr 2010 18:21:08 -0000
From: jim

I just ordered The Cage chastity device from the folks at
Chastity Heaven - I wrote previously about their fantastic
customer service and their willingness to go out of the way to
help and make sure of your satisfaction - but I also want to
relate the fact that their product is also fantastic - the
quality and craftsmanship is excellent - the Cage looks awesome
and will definitely do the job - my only concern is to follow
their fitting instructions carefully - it's very important to
function and overall long-term wear that the device fits
properly - if you are looking for a company that stands behind
their product and will go out of their way to help, then
Chastity Heaven is where to go - and don't forget about their
excellent product line!

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

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part eighteen - A Party

We are having a dinner and drinks here at our house for Sarah's
company's management.

Sarah said: "I want you to plan it and do the whole affair; I
want to be a guest."

Since Kathleen has appointed herself as my manager, I asked her
what she thought about the assignment. She didn't express any
thoughts. I managed to get from Sarah, that there will be about
30 guests, I can't seem to find out if they are couples, mostly
men or women, Sarah won't say she doesn't know, but she "can't
tell me now" kinds of answers.

I bought wine, and food. I had made a list of what would be
served and neither Sarah nor Kathleen gave opinions or
preferences, even when I offered choices.

I went with generic safe kinds of things, Cheese, Wine, Chips,
and Dips. I selected a Sandwich Shop to deliver fifty small
sandwiches with ham, salami etc. A bakery will provide an
assortment of cakes and cookies in easy to serve formats. There
will be plenty of food and drink. I rented two large coffee urns
and an espresso machine.

I said: "Miss Kathleen will we be able to relax the strict
curtsy policy during the party?"

Kathleen said: "You don't have to curtsy while the guests are
here but you will be punished for failing to."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, will that also be the policy
about failing to address my wife as Miss Sarah?"

She said: "Of course, it's your choice, would you rather be
embarrassed or spend time in the stocks."

I didn't want to argue but wouldn't it embarrass Sarah if her
husband called her Miss Sarah and yes ma'am'd her in front of
her co-workers. Maybe I should have asked Sarah.

The guests make the party, not the host and not the food, at
least I kept telling myself.

On the party night, I dressed up in almost formal wear, Sarah
looked lovely, Kathleen was lovely. I had bouquets for the
ladies. I had carnations and bouquets on the tables for the
quests. Sort of like name tags or table placement cards, but I
had no names and no tables.

Everything was in place. Wine, cheese, sandwiches were all on
display. There was coffee in the urns, I was manning the
espresso machine. The guests all arrived and filled our house.

I was trying to solve the curtsy problem by staying in the
kitchen with the excuse of having to run the espresso machine.
Occasionally I opened a bottle of wine in the dining room. But
Kathleen and Sarah were elsewhere.

In the kitchen I listened in on an amazing story. Peggy Owens is
the CEO of Sarah's company. She was telling a lady, Cathy Smith,
who was in charge of the customer support center that she had
divorced her husband because he wouldn't do housework. She
described the escalation of disaffection between them stemming
from a refusal to do dishes. Then Peggy tells Cathy: "Sarah has
her husband trained to do all the housework."

Cathy tells Peggy that her husband does all the housework and
takes care of their baby, in fact Peggy says he couldn't come
because she is punishing him for... she forgot what.

Cathy says, "Nowadays stay home dads have to do what their wives
tell them, I just don't know why they think otherwise."

Of course I said nothing at all and did not look those ladies in
the eye. But Peggy Owens says she would like a cappuccino and
asks if I could make her one. I told her it was my pleasure to.

She said: "Are you Jim, Sarah's husband?"

I said yes I was.

She said: "Aren't you supposed to say yes madam?"

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

She said: "I'm going to have to tell Sarah. She is very proud of
how well you're trained."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Peggy."

She said: "We'll see how the cappuccino comes out."

It was ready then and I served it to her. We began chatting, she
told me about her IT problems and I gave her some advice. She
said she liked the cappuccino so much she might not report me to
Sarah. I thanked her and offered to make her another one. So I
tried to "yes ma'am" with a diminution of the ma'am part for the
rest of the evening.

I thought our relationship was weird. So I was surprised that
Sarah talked about it openly.

When everyone was gone, Sarah gave me a hug and lots of kisses
and said how pleased she was. I wanted to gossip about Peggy and
Cathy but Sarah said: "Peggy said that you forgot to say yes
ma'am. And I noticed lots of missed curtsys."

I said: "But Miss Sarah, it was a party of your peers."

Sarah said: "The curtsy and the way you address us is the most
fundamental element of our entire relationship. I take breaches
very seriously. And now I have you arguing with me."

I heard the righteousness in her words and I knew that there was
nothing I could say. I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Sarah."

Slap, Slap.

She says: "How could you humiliate me so?"

I was stunned; my wife had never slapped me before. And the
slaps hurt.

I really was not going to talk.

Then Sarah started to cry.

After a few sobs, Sarah says: "Ask mom to give you the handcuffs
and the cane. You can do some of the crying."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

There was no doubt what the handcuffs and cane will be used for,
I thought.

I found Kathleen in her bedroom. I curtseyed and said: "Miss
Kathleen, Miss Sarah sent me to bring her handcuffs and the
cane."

Kathleen said: "What have you done?"

I said: "I failed to say Miss to Miss Peggy and I forgot to
curtsy when I was sent for the handcuffs and the cane, Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen found the items and handed them to me. I curtseyed.

I curtseyed again when I went into Miss Sarah's (our) bedroom. I
presented the cane and handcuffs on my knees.

Sarah said: "Take your clothes off, all of it and then put your
hands behind you."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And stripped as she asked.

Sarah handcuffed me and told me to lie across a chair. Sarah
said: "Do you want to say why I should not beat you."

I said: "Miss Sarah I want to say that I attempted to avoid any
humiliation for you. I didn't know Peggy, I'm sorry, Miss Peggy
was aware of our lifestyle. I want you to know that. However
since you ended up crying, it is very appropriate that I suffer
at your hands. I think you should recall the feelings you had
when you were crying, and transform your anguish to my pain."

Sarah said: "I'm very moved by what you said. And I will beat
you severely. I'm concerned if you can maintain your position.
If you can't, I'll take you downstairs to the stocks and start
over. For only a few strokes more, we can do this in the stocks.
What's your choice?"

I was stunned by what she said. I spill my heart out to her, and
she's no longer my wife but some sort of magistrate. I said:
"I'll do anything you wish Miss Sarah."

Crack.

That was my answer. God that hurt.

Sarah said: "You know you have to thank me and count."

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

She said: "No this one is one."

Crack.

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

How many was I going to get? I don't think she said.

Crack.

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

I thought if they're this hard it can't be more than six.

Crack.

I hoarsely screamed: "Thank you Miss Sarah, seven."

Please not more than 10, I really can't take this.

Crack.

I groaned: "Thank you Miss Sarah, eleven."

I can't take it - how could she give me 15 of these vicious
cuts.

I hoarsely whispered: "Thank you Miss Sarah, sixteen."

I ended up getting 20, actually 21. I had never been beaten this
hard before.

Sarah said: "Get up and go stand in the corner by door."

I said: "Yes ma'am"

She said: "You better not move and no talking, I still have this
cane."

This is my sweet wife. She made me stand there for over an hour.
I knew because I caught glimpses of the l.e.d. clock on the
headboard.

She said: "You may come over here."

She unlocked the handcuffs. She said: "You may crawl under the
sheets and see if you can please me."

I would never have told my wife about my kinkiness. I thought
she would be aghast at the idea of whipping me. Now she whips me
mercilessly just like her mom and then demands sex. So strange.

I loved putting my face in her pussy and I really loved her
wanting me to. After she came she pulled me up to her and hugged
and kissed me.

She said: "Did I beat you too hard, my precious baby?"

I said: "I cannot say Miss Sarah, but I promise I will try to
avoid displeasing you to avoid receiving it again."

Sarah said: "It will be harder next time."

I said: "I will try to avoid a next time."

She cuddled in my arms. We fell asleep like that.

For the first time in nearly a month, I woke up with my wife in
our bed unrestrained except for my penis corset. I jumped out of
bed, curtseyed at the door to a sleeping Miss Sarah and ran
downstairs to start the coffee pot, emptied the dishwasher from
the party and filled it again.

I took a cup up to Sarah where I was just in time to assist her
on the toilet. I helped her dress and get ready.

Sarah said: "You are an excellent lady's butler."

I said: "Thank you Miss Sarah." It really pleased me to receive
that compliment.

I had her breakfast waiting when we went downstairs and I stood
while she ate it. She read the paper and ignored me.

I got her out the door. And I changed my focus to Kathleen. I
remembered that I ratted my self out to her that I failed to
curtsy when leaving Sarah last night. The beating I got should
be the punishment for not curtsying for a year. But that's not
what I got it for. So the logic here is that I need to get
punished separately. Maybe she will have forgotten.

I brought her coffee and waited for her to wake up. It's one of
Kathleen's rules that I have to wait. It could be hours but
usually it's only about ten minutes. I guess at some level she
knows I'm here. (As I found out once when I didn't wait).

I helped her get dressed and made breakfast for her and waited
on her. She went to the easy chair in the family room while I
cleaned up the kitchen and dining room. I went to see her and I
curtseyed.

She said: "I don't see the book."

I knew she was looking for the punishment book, which I put away
yesterday preparing for guests. I took it from the drawer in the
table where I had put it, and brought it to her. My stomach had
the butterflies, was I going to fib, or come clean? I knelt down
in front of Kathleen, head down.

Kathleen said: "We are all caught up. Do you have anything to
report from Sarah?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen." Damn she can hear the nervousness in
my voice.

Kathleen said: "Is there something that you want to report?"

I said: "When Sarah sent me for the cane and handcuffs I didn't
curtsy leaving her. She was so upset she didn't notice."

Alright I'm a coward, but if I start lying to these ladies I'll
lose something.

Kathleen said: "You know Sarah considers the curtsy and the
respectful addressing very seriously?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I was beaten harder than I have before,
because I failed to address Miss Peggy properly."

Kathleen said: "What did you learn from that?"

I said: "I was trying to protect Sarah from any embarrassment by
exposing elements of our unusual lifestyle. Evidently Sarah
discussed our arrangement with Miss Peggy who observed that I
did not address her properly, and incidentally said she would
not tattle on me."

Kathleen said: "Evidently Sarah was pretty frustrated because
she probably bragged about how well trained you were."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "Since you confessed this yourself, I'm inclined
to show some leniency. However from Sarah's point of view, you
let her down when she was most vulnerable. You see the dilemma I
have?"

I said: "Yes ma'am." I could tell I was going to get it.
Kathleen's dilemmas are why she can't punish me more.

Kathleen said: "I think kneeling at the low hook with the cat
would be a good punishment for this."

I said: "Miss Kathleen I always accept your determinations."

Kathleen said: "We don't have any looking up my skirt
infractions, are you no longer interested?"

I said: "Oh Miss Kathleen, I am interested, and I don't mind the
punishment I would get, I'm only deterred because I believe you
don't want me to be interested."

Kathleen said: "If I said you could look up without punishment,
would you?"

I would very much like to look up. If it does not offend you
then I will.

Kathleen said: "You have become a truly delightful boy. Why
don't you take off my pants."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I took off her yellow panties. Then I
put my face into her glorious pussy. Kathleen had more than two
climaxes but I lost count.

Kathleen said: "That was very nice. I'm now in the mood to give
you a very nice beating, make yourself ready."

I said: "Yes Ma'am." And I stripped, and knelt down on the hard
oak board she had me put into the corner. I felt like I landed
into the web of the black widow.

She snapped the collar to the low hook, and handcuffed me. And
then she made me wait. The pain in my knees started immediately.
The analogy to an insect in a web is that I could struggle but I
couldn't get away. The spider is doing other things, and I'm
emotionally thrashing in her web.

Finally she came back.

Kathleen said: "I'm seeing what sort of art I can create with
the cat. Depending on how hard I swing and from how high, the
ends form different shapes. I'm going to work on circles today."

SWITT.

God that hurt...

SWITT

I suddenly remembered: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, one."

SWITT

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, two."

Kathleen said: "Too bad you missed the first one, we've done
this too many times for me to have to remind you."

SWITT

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, nine."

SWITT

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, ten."

Kathleen said: "You have a choice. You can kneel here for
another hour without moving, or receive ten more strokes and be
released after the twentieth provided you remember to count.
What is your choice?"

I said: "Please Miss Kathleen may I have the ten more strokes."

SWITT

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, eleven."

I had thought she was going to give me twenty strokes anyway.
And I'll kneel here as long as she wants me to. Giving me
choices is just a taunt. But she's putting a lot of energy into
it and it really hurts.

SWITT

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, twenty."

Amazingly she unlocks my handcuffs. I'm afraid to move yet.
She's moving around, perhaps putting the cat away.

Kathleen says: "You may release yourself and get up. I want you
to kneel in front of me."

I say: "Yes ma'am." And I unsnap the collar from the hook.

It's much easier to kneel on the carpet with the pad underneath
than the board.

Kathleen says: "Tell me what you have learned from this
punishment."

I want to say that I think you get off on beating me and toying
with me.

I said: "I have to remember to curtsy."

She said: "You're a very sweet boy." And she held my head and
gave me a long kiss.

Kathleen said: "You may do your chores. I will inspect your
work."

She went into the family room to watch the TV and I got the
cleaning materials and started on her bathroom.

Kathleen almost always found 'pickup' when she inspected. I
don't think I ever got punished for them, but it's always
humiliating to have her point out my oversights. As a result
I've gotten more and more careful, after doing a room, I stop at
the door and look back to see what I might have missed. I looked
under beds and dressers; in the bathroom I moved the shower
curtains. So I was surprised when she called me into Sarah's
bathroom.

She said I failed to empty the trash bin. I was sure I had but I
went to apologize, do some curtsy's etc. In the trash bin was
one crumpled Kleenex. This was Miss Kathleen throwing a Kleenex
into a trash bin and saying I had not emptied it to see what I
would do.

I begged forgiveness, but Miss Kathleen was not in the mood to
grant it. She said: "I've noticed that you have become
inattentive to your chores."

I knew I was in trouble and arguing or accusing her of throwing
away the tissue was definitely counter productive.

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Kathleen, I promise to be more
careful."

She said: "I think I will have to take action to help focus on
your work. When you are finished with all the rooms, report to
me."

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

She could have said: "I feel like beating you, hurry up and get
finished." It would be the same and closer to the truth.

I finished and I found her in the family room and knelt at her
feet. I was hoping against probability that it would be a mild
spanking. I reflected that she hadn't really been cruel lately.
Even this morning she relented somewhat. And it was a self-
confessed transgression. Maybe she needs to originate the cause.

I peeked and saw her panties and I think she saw me.

She said: "So you still like to look up ladies' skirts, I
promised you that I would raise the stakes. You should know by
now that I keep my promises."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I do know."

She grabbed my head and pressed it between her legs and captured
it there with her thighs. She said: "Go ahead and look, you can
tell me later if it was worth what you are going to pay."

I knew it was going to be pretty bad.

She said: "Go to the stocks, strip and put yourself in."

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

I think she abandoned the tissue in the trash in Sarah's room as
a pretext for this punishment. I'm so easy in the presence of
the forbidden fruit.

I got onto the platform and fastened my ankles and put my hands
and head onto the lower frame. She came into the room in her
undies wearing high heels. I'm getting inflamed but she can't
see that because I'm wearing a penis corset to which she has the
key.

I think she could be in Playboy magazine. She pulls down the top
of the frame and I'm immobilized. She could close the frame from
behind and I wouldn't see her. She had meant for me to ogle her.
Then she unlocks my penis corset. I couldn't watch her do it but
I could feel it. Then she took my member in her hand.

She said: "It's just what I thought, you have been lusting."

So I was locked in the stocks, and this woman had my member in
her hand and she says I was lusting.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Do you recall the last correction for lusting you
received?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen, I received the strap from you and
the cane from Miss Sarah."

Kathleen said: "That was excellent, Jim. It is a challenge for
me to raise that. Are you ready for that Jim?"

I said: "Oh please no Miss Kathleen." I have never gotten
anywhere begging but hope is eternal.

Kathleen says: "Since Sarah isn't here I will have to do the
caning as well as the strapping. I hope I have the strength to
do all that. But you will fix me a nice lunch afterward won't
you dear Jim?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'm looking forward to fixing lunch." I am
definitely caught in a web, and the spider is coming.

Kathleen whipped me really hard. Then she left me sniffling and
sobbing and hiccupping for about a half hour, and came back and
caned me cruelly. I had horizontal ridges I could feel from my
waist to my knees. Then she left me until it was time to make
lunch.

I was devastated. She smelling nice, brought a washcloth and
wiped my face and nose, she caressed my head and said what a
lovely boy I was.

Then she helped me out of the stocks and sent me to fix lunch. I
was now seriously afraid of her. I was also in awe of her. I
vowed to do whatever she asks.

I stood as rigidly as I could with a towel on my arm while she
ate. I tried not to breathe too much.

I walked on eggs all afternoon, I was that frightened of
Kathleen. I visited her between my chores, curtseyed, reported
what I had done, told her what I was going to do. Waited for her
to dismiss me, curtseyed and I was thankful I got away.

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