DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I cut up the strawberries and mixed them with blueberries and
added some strawberry yoghurt and put it into a dessert bowl. I
made coffee for myself for sure. I jumped back into bed and
started kissing Lucy on the neck and back and behind her ears,
and down her spine.

She woke up and we kissed, then she put my head between her legs
and we resumed where we left off last night.

Lucy was in my arms, and I was kissing her again, and she said:
"When your wife returns and you tell her you had a great time,
then I will never see you again. On the other hand you tell her
that it was a really tough grind, I'll be back whenever she
wants to go somewhere without you."

I said: "Yes Miss Lucy." Of course we could conspire but Lucy
probably wouldn't, and I'm so poor at it.

I said: "I will fix your breakfast, then I'll do your fingers
and toes, then give you a massage, then a bath, then I will
dress you. Then I'll make your bed, clean your bathroom. Clean
the kitchen, vacuum the house. Wash and iron your underwear, and
do anything you ask me to. Is that not a tough grind if I get it
done before noon?"

She laughed: "Maybe I will inspect it all and issue demerits,
and flog you mercilessly."

I said: "Yes Miss Lucy, you're the goddess."

She liked coffee with milk and sugar. I brought it to her and we
got started. Lucy thought it was ordinary for me to kneel in
front of her while she is peeing and to dry her.

She liked the berries and yoghurt and when I asked if she wanted
toast, muffins, eggs, cereals, or ham or anything, she said
'no'. She didn't think it was weird to have me standing there
while she ate. She said it was nice.

I'm quite good at nails. She was a little frustrated when we
couldn't get too intimate while her nails were drying. I used a
hair dryer to hasten the process. Everything gets this girl hot.
We were on the bed and I had one hand on a boob and the other in
her pussy and she really liked that. We did that many times.

I massaged her with the Chinese music playing. I took the
liberty of massaging her pussy until she got hot. I focused also
on her breasts and ass and repeated everything several times. My
back was hurting by the time we quit.

Lucy liked being bathed, and I dragged it out. She was getting
overly hot with me sliding the wash-cloth over parts of her body
and it would show on her face as if she was concentrating on
something. The more I washed the more she got that way. While I
was drying her I wanted to hug her but I was afraid to grab her.

Dressing her was very easy because there were only, panties,
bra, miniskirt and sort of a T-Shirt.

I got busy with all my chores. I of course had not gotten any
sex. It's very frustrating but in some way it is very
pleasurable and exalting to give sex. And I had a creature that
wanted all I could give.

I was done and it wasn't quite lunchtime yet. Lucy was reading
her e-mail on my computer. I curtseyed and waited.

She turned around and said: "Have you finished your chores?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "I'm not finished; you may rub my back and shoulders
while I finish reading my e-mail."

Again I said: "Yes ma'am," and began rubbing the tops, of her
shoulders and where her neck connects to her spine, I put my
hands under breasts and lifted upwards, and down her ribs. She
finished reading E-mail and we went into the bedroom. I'm going
to buy kneepads.

Lucy decided I needed to go into the stocks again. That's okay
with me because she could have come up with a reason, but she
said she decided I needed to. I wouldn't dare argue.

She said she liked the strap she used earlier because it really
hurt but she didn't think it caused too much damage. I don't
think I would have voted it my favorite on that basis but I
wasn't asked. She reminded me I had to count. And in the same
breath she said that, she struck me so hard the stocks sort of
rocked forward.

I barely managed to say: "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke."
Before the next one landed. By the time I got to 20 I was
hoarse, out of breath and sobbing.

Lucy left me.

After she released me, she allowed me to lie in bed with my arms
around her. I dared to ask about her. To my amazement and
delight, she told me.

Lucy is a practical nurse. She got $2700 for the week of
disciplining me. When I learned hair dressing with her she only
got $1800. She said that Ms. Schmid was sort of a broker for her
services. She usually works with elderly and crippled people,
and does this because the money is so good and mostly it's fun,
especially with people like me.

I was emboldened by her candidness. I asked: "So Kathleen called
Ms. Schmid and found you to be available and hired you?"

Lucy said: "Pretty much like that."

I asked about the hair dressing school and Lucy said: "The
school and most of the pupils are pretty straight but Ms. Schmid
has 5 or 6 of us working for special clients like your
Kathleen."

I said: "And you're not kinky and you just do this because you
get paid."

Lucy said: "Yes and No, I'm not too kinky, I like sex a lot,
maybe too much, but I have an open mind. And coming to a nice
house like this and being waited on by you is not particularly
difficult. The amazing thing is what happens to you when I beat
you. The pied piper was never this powerful. You would do
anything for me. I make you stand in the corner and you come out
wanting to cook dinner for me."

I said: "Am I so weird?"

She said, "If you were, Schmid wouldn't have a business. But I'd
like to find a guy like you. I'm good at this fem-dom stuff.
Actually I get a little tingle sometimes when I really crush a
client."

I didn't ask anything because this was so amazing to me.

She said: "You seem to have gotten in touch with yourself. You
want to be here, and you're willing to appreciate the efforts we
are making to keep you in this special place."

She said: "It's all about you. They didn't spend the money on
themselves. You want to be a slave and they are doing what they
can for you."

I said: "My cock is in a cage, I work at menial tasks all day. I
get a beating at the whim of a nice girl. How is that 'for
me'..?"

She said: "So you didn't volunteer to be a slave?"

I didn't answer right away because she made a point.

I answered: "I guess I volunteered."

She said: "Are you ready to give it up?"

I said: "I guess I don't want to give it up. You're right. I
want to be a slave." That was hard for me to say.

She said: "Well slave, why is your tongue not pleasuring me?"

I got out of bed, got on my knees and kissed her thighs and
worked up, took off her panties and ate her for at least an hour
I think.

I said: "Miss Lucy, ma'am, goddess, may I fix you dinner."

She said: "No, get back in bed."

That was okay with me. I jumped into the bed. I hugged her and
waited for instructions.

I realized I was holding a lovely girl and she was waiting for
me. My hands were all over her, my lips were busy on her neck
and back. I tried to cool myself by thinking of her being too
young or too fat, and then my thoughts went to the beating I had
gotten and I started getting hot.

She unlocked me; and I became instantly hard. She took hold of
my member and started kissing me on the mouth. I had sex for the
first time in over a month. She was the Diva. As deprived and
urgent as I felt, she was amazing, she screwed herself up and
released like a runner coming off the chocks.

She collapsed and I wanted to but she said: "Now go make
dinner."

I curtseyed.

I wanted to make the best dinner ever, but I had trouble
deciding what. I still didn't know what Lucy liked. I decided on
the one thing at which I was an expert. I ended up with
Spaghetti and sauce from a bottle, spinach salad and an imported
zinfandel.

I appreciated Lucy. She had not just given me sex but I now had
a different vantage point from which to view my goddesses. I was
so lucky to have Lucy and Kathleen.

I stood like a statue while Lucy ate. She liked the wine a lot.

When she was done I cleared the table and put the dishes in the
dishwasher and tasted the wine just to see and of course Lucy
caught me.

She said: "I was told to watch out for you drinking the leftover
wine."

I got on my knees: "Miss Lucy, I was just tasting it so I would
know about it, I wasn't drinking it."

She said: "I was also told that you liked to argue, in fact they
said you were tiresome."

I hung my head: "I'm sorry Miss Lucy."

She said: "It was a lovely dinner but I'm afraid the rest of the
evening will have to be dealt with disciplining your bad
behavior. Go to my room, strip and stand in the corner, I will
be there shortly, after I have some more wine."

I said: "Yes Miss Lucy," and curtseyed.

I stood there and remembered I had to iron Lucy's panties and
bras; but was pretty much trained not to move out of the corner.
So get with it, she's sitting in the family room watching TV and
drinking wine, and I'm in the corner waiting for discipline.

She came and sat in Kathleen's chair and said: "Get me the gag
that has the filler hole in the top."

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

I saw that she was drinking from the wine glass I had served
her. She took my hand and we went into Kathleen's bathroom. I
knelt in front of her sitting on the toilet. She handed me the
empty wine glass and told me to fill it when she pees. She then
stood up straddling the toilet and she did and I filled the wine
glass and it overflowed. She told me to fill the gag from the
glass. It was harder but I filled the gag. Of course she told me
to drink what was left in the glass.

She put the gag on me and put me into the same corner in the
bathroom. And then the handcuffs were put on.

After about 15 minutes, she came in and used the toilet. Turned
off the lights and said: "No moving." And then she closed the
door.

I guess she gets to drink wine and I get to drink her urine.
That's the point of this. The rest, the smelly bathroom, the
handcuffs and standing in the corner is just more degradation.

A long time later she came in, turned on the light and said:
"Phew it's smelly in here."

She forced me down and pushed my head over the toilet seat and
draped a towel over the whole thing. How did I fall into her
hands? I knelt there for a long time. But when she got back to
me she said it had been an hour in the corner and only 15
minutes kneeling over the toilet.

Lucy said: "After you serve the wine, what do you do with it?"

I said: "I cork it up Miss Lucy."

She said: "Do you think this punishment taught you that."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

In spite of the frank talk from Lucy she turned into a task
mistress. She explained that she took her assignment seriously.

I spent close to two hours every day bathing, shaving,
massaging, manicuring, and shampooing Lucy. I had my chores to
do, and she was insatiable. I don't know how much time I spent
on my knees or laying with her. But I was resolved to be her
object.

On the last day, I was going to give Lucy the best massage I
could along with the longest bath she ever had, but she wasn't
interested in 'playing.' I had to get the house clean, no
cleaner, and then even cleaner. I thought at the time she could
pitch in if she was so concerned, but her concern was expressed
by hectoring me, threatening me, and whacks on my butt, to move
me along. We expected Sarah and Kathleen in the late afternoon
and it was just after breakfast.

I said: "Miss Lucy, there is nothing to worry about, I will have
everything sparkling in less than 3 hours."

She said: "Don't tell me not to worry; if you worked harder this
place would look better."

By the time of that exchange, all the beds were made, I had
changed the linen in Kathleen's room, I had scrubbed the
toilets, washed the sinks, mopped the kitchen floor, and done
everything but vacuumed.

The vacuuming drowned out her talking and my incessant "yes
ma'ms".

The house was really done. But Lucy was cross. She said: "When I
asked you to get to work you took a very cavalier attitude. As a
result I was very nervous and you should be punished for that."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Come into Kathleen's room."

I followed her tantalizing ass into Kathleen's room.

Lucy said: "You may kneel down and try to pleasure me so I might
go easy on you."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I was happy to do this for any reason. I
took off her yellow panties that I had put on her a few hours
before and put my face into her lovely pussy. This was not the
longest but it was long. Lucy was responsive as always but she
was melancholy. The joyful releases were gone, there was
something mechanical.

I kissed her thighs and the little bit of belly accessible to
me. I felt so much affection to her.

She said: "Undress and get into the stocks. I want to leave you
with a memory of my strap that you so admire."

I said: "Yes ma'am." But I was dumbfounded, by this 'payback.' I
fastened myself into the stocks and she came instantly and
fastened me in a blink.

I felt the explosion of pain.

I tried to say: "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke." But by the
time I said 'Lucy' the second one exploded.

I tried to say "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke." The third
stroke exploded, and I tried to say: "Thank you Miss Lucy, three
strokes."

Another Exploded. And I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy, five
strokes."

Thwack. That one landed as I said 'you'.

I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy, seven strokes." I became less
hurried, she was stroking so fast I couldn't do otherwise than
skip every other stroke.

I got a dozen, and she immediately released me from the stocks.

She had more. She said: "The attitude of telling me not to worry
is impertinent and arrogant. And I cannot let that pass. Bring
me the gag with the filler hole on top."

I found it in Kathleen's drawer with the other gags and paddles
and handcuffs.

Lucy said: "Stand in the corner."

I felt a let down and anxiety about what was coming.

She came back a few minutes later. I got the collar and the
handcuffs. I smelled the fishy castor oil. She put the gag in my
mouth and clipped the straps around my head.

She said: "No moving is allowed. You may not talk or try to."
She closed the door and left me.

Later I heard the outside door open, and I heard Sarah and
Kathleen. Then I realized how orchestrated this was. How could
they be so mean? My wife comes home and I can't run and greet
her? My mistress for a week is leaving and I can't say goodbye?

I guess they are impressing on me that I'm not people. I'm their
slave. I will be allowed to unpack, bathe and attend them, wash
and iron their underwear, and cook and clean. I keep forgetting.

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