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foot fetish and fantasy free

From: A T
Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2010 19:43:12 +0000

Does anyone else have "Rotating" - Fetishes/Fantasies?

Some weeks it's feet, some weeks it's cuckold, some weeks it's
extreme S.M.

The rest of the time i'm not sure what it is..

J / L ~a~

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dildo use on males

Date: 29 Jul 2010 11:03:17 -0000
From: SubMariner

In "teaching hubby to take cock?" Jennie wrote:

>"Get hold of a hard, straight dildo (not a gelatin filled one
>and not a curved one) about three quarters of an inch diameter
>and about ten inches long."

I would like to echo Christine's comment that ten inches is too
long. As far as I know the rectal canal takes a sharp right
angled bend into the transverse colon about six inches in.
Forcing anything longer could cause serious damage.

Jennie wrote:

>"If the husband feels pain he must bend further forward, which
>will straighten his anal canal. Do not stop inserting the
>dildo."

Again, echoing others who have replied, I can relate my own
experience which is that when I started with anal insertions
there was a sharp pain as the inner sphincter was stretched.
Immediate withdrawal of the dildo stopped the pain. After maybe
half a minute relaxing, trying again caused no pain. It's as if
the sphincter has learned what it has to do.

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Jim's Story - part twenty-five

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

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-five - the implacable Carmen

I was trying to orient myself. A few minutes ago I was
experiencing excruciating pain bent over a chair, handcuffed and
immobilized by rope around my waist. I passed out. I recovered
with the lovely Carmen hovering over me and she invited me to
her bed.

I can smell her, but she's not here. I can hear her in the
kitchen making tea. I hadn't passed out because of the horrible
pain she was causing me, rather it was because bent over like
that caused some kind of malfunction. But she feels responsible,
hey, a little sympathy is a welcome change from the icy demeanor
of the last few days.

Or so I think.

Carmen came into the bedroom and said: "Are you recovered now?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "Good, get up and stand in my closet, we aren't
finished yet."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I got out of her nice warm bed and went to
where the loop on the closet bar to which I had been fastened
was, and stood.

Carmen said: "I am really tired of you stupid men. I told you I
was upset and you have arguments that it wasn't your fault. Are
you so dumb that if a person is bleeding you argue with them
that it's not your fault? You would be concerned with giving
first aid. So why is it so hard to understand that if a woman
tells you she has been hurt, and you were involved in causing
that hurt, that it's not the best thing to tell her it's not
your fault. The best thing might be to give first aid to her
hurting - I'm finished with you. I'd like to throw you out."

I thought 'she didn't ask a question. Should I go to her or
continue standing here?'

Carmen said: "Have you ever done something like this to your
wife?"

I said: "I guess I did, a girl who held a leash attached to my
collar and keys to the chain wrapped around my crotch and keys
to my handcuffs told me to go down on her. I did. My wife went
ballistic."

Carmen said: "What did she do?"

I said: "My wife?"

Carmen said: "Yes, what did your wife do about your
philandering?"

I was flabbergasted by Carmen judging my behavior in the
coercive environment I'd just described to her as philandering.
I had done what I did because I was forced to do it.

I said: "My wife together with her mother, made me go on a bread
and water diet, with nearly constant restraints and periodic
beatings. It was an awful time for me."

Carmen said: "What do you think I should do?"

I said: "I'll do anything you decide."

Carmen said: "Okay here's the deal. Starting now for four days:
When we are in this apartment, you are doing chores or standing
where you are; handcuffed; only bread and water for food,
whippings in the morning before we leave, and when we first get
home, you neither touch me unnecessarily nor look at me. There
is no guarantee. I will decide whether to forgive you at the
end, Thursday night, it will depend on how I feel, a concept I
know is alien to you. Now put your collar on and fasten yourself
to the loop."

She then handcuffed me. She went into the living room and turned
on the TV.

Perhaps an hour later, telling time from the TV, she came into
the room, removed my handcuffs and said: "Clean up the kitchen,
vacuum, wash my underwear, and clean the bathroom. Then you can
sleep on the floor of the closet handcuffed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was depressed. It wasn't because of the daunting punishments,
it was the anger Carmen expressed and it was so unjust. Was she
telling me that she has a right to be upset but I don't have a
right to explain my position? I should have just apologized,
perhaps. I thought. I just can't help but wonder what I could
have done different, a few days before she was my lover, now she
will administer a grueling four days of hardship.

I cleaned up the tiny kitchen in minutes, and vacuumed the small
apartment in another few minutes. I found her panties and
brassieres and stockings. The only place to wash them was the
kitchen sink. I noticed there was some blood on her panties. I
scrubbed with her laundry detergent and got it pretty clean. She
had warned me to do something to prevent that. I guess this was
my fault also.

I had to hang the wet clothes on chairs, the shower curtain bar,
and even the edge of the TV.

Carmen had gone to bed. I went to her and said: "Miss Carmen, I
have done the chores, and I would like to say I behaved stupidly
and I'm sorry."

Carmen said: "That's very nice. Maybe I'll let you worship me."

Maybe I don't want to, I thought, then what does it matter what
I want; I really was depressed.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Bring the handcuffs."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed my hands behind my back.

She said: "You will be restrained most of the day so get used to
it. You know what to do, do it."

I crawled under the blanket and sheet and insinuated my face and
tongue into her ass. The light went out, and she quickly fell
asleep. My mood changed to love and affection for Carmen because
I felt she had taken me back. If she takes the trouble to use
me, then I'm hers, I thought.

I woke up and discovered that one handcuff was unlocked and the
key was stuck in it. I unlocked the other hand and got up and
boiled water, dressed quickly, I served up yoghurt, milk and
cereal and cut up fruit; I made the tea, and waited for my
goddess.

She woke up, and I offered her the tea without looking at her. I
felt her take it from me. I tried to gauge her demeanor from the
corners of my eye, and it wasn't really encouraging, I would say
she looked grim.

She let me assist her in the bathroom. I could only look at her
from behind, which wasn't bad but was probably not allowed.

I stood waiting for her to eat breakfast. She said I could have
two slices of bread and I could eat on the floor at her feet.

When she finished, she said: "Clean this up, then I want you
across the chair with your pants off."

I got twelve businesslike whacks of the cane counting and
thanking her. I tried to be stoical and quiet but it hurt and I
made hissing and groaning noises; Carmen kept threatening to add
strokes if I didn't keep quiet.

After the beating Carmen said: "Put two slices of bread in a
baggie. It will be your lunch." I did and we left for work.
Carmen didn't say anything so we drove to work in silence.

She went to her cubicle and I went to my office.

I was very busy; I returned phone calls and e-mails, cleaned the
toilets at 9:30 and got back to Carmen's desk at 10:00

I curtsied, and said: "The toilets have been cleaned Miss
Carmen."

She looked at her watch and said: "You barely made it; a bad
mark is doubled through Thursday."

I curtsied and said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I had found a program that converted html to the new language I
wanted us to use, and I worked on that.

Jenny, one of the support ladies, came in and said: "Carmen says
you will pick up lunch for us at this Chinese restaurant. Carmen
says you should bring the food to the conference room. It has
all been ordered. She said you should bring the lunch you packed
also. I will go with you to help."

Jenny was coming with me to make sure I wouldn't succumb to the
smells at the restaurant and eat something. And bringing my
lunch meant that everyone will see that I was being punished and
it would be discussed.

I said to myself that the harder Carmen punishes me the more she
will accept me back. Which in my mind was ample compensation for
skipping a high fat Chinese meal loaded with salt and MSG. No
matter how good it smelled. I kept saying all that with
variations. We picked up the order, it was in three large carry
bags and the smell in the car changed all my rationalization. It
made me ravenous.

All my staff and Sally, Peggy's assistant, were in the
conference room. Jenny and I paired everyone with their order. I
ended up at the end of the table, with my two slices of bread in
a baggie. Bottles of water and napkins were spread around.

Carmen said: "Jim will stand and he will get whatever anyone
needs."

There was no chair. I could see Carmen had planned the luncheon.

Jenny said: "Why are you having only bread, are you ill?"

Carmen said: "He's being punished."

Somebody said: "What did he do?"

Carmen said: "He cheated on me."

Somebody said: "The bastard, you shouldn't even let him have the
bread."

Carmen said: "I don't want him to pass out. He has to clean my
apartment and do some ironing, he has to clean the toilets and
if you want him to assist in the stall he will eagerly. So I
have to feed him something."

I wanted to leave. All I could do was blush.

Linda said: "What else does he do?"

Carmen said: "He cooks, he does hair and nails, he gives a good
massage, and I use him in other ways."

From the smiles around the table, I guessed they understood
'other ways'.

Linda said: "How long will this diet last?"

Carmen said: "It will possibly end on Thursday."

I just stood there; no one was asking me anything. I had become
an object.

Carmen said: "He is not allowed to eat anything else, let me
know if you see him snacking. Also he is not allowed to look at
you or to make conversation. Let me know if you catch him
looking at you. Remember he has to do whatever you tell him and
he has to address you as miss and he has to curtsy. He is in my
charge while his wife is away."

I stood there while she was saying all this. I was the manager
of the department and Carmen told all my employees that I have
to do what they tell me to do.

Someone said: "I think he is looking at me now."

Carmen said: "Turn around Jim, face the wall."

I said: "Yes Ma'am;" I just wanted to die from the
embarrassment.

Carmen said: "Keep standing there."

I thought everyone had left.

Sally said: "How did you get into so much trouble with Carmen?"

I assumed Sally and I were alone.

I said: "Carmen was upset and I treated her badly Miss Sally."

Sally said: "Carmen seems to be upset with me too; I wondered if
it had anything to do with using you yesterday."

I said: "You heard Carmen offer me to everybody in the room Miss
Sally?"

Sally said: "But she didn't offer punishing you to them. Maybe
Carmen doesn't think I should have locked you up."

I said: "Perhaps that's why Miss Sally." I didn't like having
this conversation.

Sally said: "I'll tell Carmen you were talking to me."

I stood there for a long time before Carmen said: "It's time for
the 1:30 toilet cleaning, you better hurry."

I said: "Miss Carmen, if some of the ladies ask me to assist
them, it will take me more time, especially if they ask me just
before I finish."

Carmen said: "You have to finish in thirty minutes, if you
don't, I will beat you, you know that. If one of the ladies asks
you for assistance and you don't delight her, I will beat you,
and you know that. So what do you want from me?"

I said: "Thank you, Miss Carmen." I curtsied and left to clean
toilets.

I had two ladies requesting assistance because of Carmen's
encouragement. I washed my hands before and after each lady and
so it took more than 5 minutes for each. I tried to cut corners
cleaning.

I felt very ambivalent about patting these ladies' pussies dry.
Yes it was very sexy, but somehow, not being able to look and
converse made the experience impersonal. A pussy is not sexy, a
lady's pussy is.

I ran up the stairs instead of waiting for an elevator, I made
it to Carmen's cubicle one minute late.

Carmen said: "I warned you last week that you had to make it on
time. You're getting two bad marks. I would have thought you
would try harder not to get demerits when you know they are
going to be doubled."

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

She said: "You can apologize again after the caning."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I curtsied and went to my office.

I felt like a beaten cur. I went to my office and worked on the
conversion program. About 3:00 Sally called and said that Peggy
wanted to see me. I said I would come right away.

I went upstairs and Sally just pointed to the spot on the wall
where I had to stand. I felt so beaten that I felt no rancor, I
just went and stood. After a while Sally took my arm and led me
into Peggy's office. Where I had to curtsy and then stand and
wait.

Peggy said: "Hello Jim, I understand Carmen is having problems
with you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "I talked to your wife Sarah, and we talked about
that, but what is of interest to you, is that next week we are
sending you to an advanced hair styling class in Chicago."

I said: "Yes ma'am; why is the company sending me to learn
hairstyling. I'm a computer guy."

Peggy laughed: "Sarah said you would say what you said. You know
Jim, we don't tolerate questioning our decisions. Tell me you
will be very happy to go so I don't have to tell Sarah you
argued with me."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Peggy; I was just trying to
understand."

Peggy said: "You don't have to understand anything, you only
have to obey."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Tell Carmen that you earned a demerit for being
tiring."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "You may leave"

I curtsied and left, then I curtsied to Sally.

It had become 4:15 when I went to Carmen's cubicle.

I said: "Miss Peggy wants you to give me a demerit for being
tiring."

Carmen said: "Now you have four demerits. Face the partition
here and don't move. I can't believe how you get into so much
trouble. I can't possibly cane you enough tonight. I'm going to
call Peggy and we will stay home tomorrow so I can deal with you
and maybe you can keep from getting more demerits."

After about fifteen minutes Carmen said: "Go clean the toilets
and I want you to be standing at the wall opposite the door. If
you're not there you get two more demerits."

I worked as quickly as I could, and I thought I had it made when
a woman I had never seen before said: "I would like you to
assist me in the stall, NOW!"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She was attractive enough, a little longish nose, maybe cute,
coal black eyes and hair straight and long, recently trimmed,
eye makeup giving her a haughty look. Very red lipstick. She
wore a black tuck-in blouse and a black mini-skirt. She wore
stockings and high heeled shoes. She was tall, maybe five feet
eight inches.

She passed me in the stall and I knelt on the hard tile. She let
me reach under her skirt and I pulled down her pantyhose and
then the cute black panties. She sat on the seat and peed. I
reached for the toilet paper and she said no. She took my head
and said I should lick her clean. I did, very sexy and not bad.
I said that now I should use the TP or paper towels to remove my
saliva. She said I wasn't finished yet, and I knew what she
wanted. I also knew Carmen was coming through that door any
second.

When my face was buried in this stranger's pussy, my world
shrunk and I forgot about Carmen. I licked and licked, she
pressed upward into me and I grasped her little ass and
leveraged myself in deeper. Her breathing became fast, and then
she relaxed. Her hand on my head told me she was finished.

Suddenly I envisioned Carmen standing on the other side of that
door. My heart sank, I became terrified. I tried to focus on all
the sex in front of me. I patted her dry with TP and pulled her
panties back over her knees and she raised herself a little and
I pulled them up, she was very sexy. Then I did the same with
her pantyhose. I felt so much guilt for the feelings she aroused
in me. I wasn't allowed to talk so I couldn't ask her name and
she didn't tell me.

I stood and she passed me out of the stall. I didn't see Carmen.
I went and stood at the designated place and waited. I estimate
I waited twenty minutes and she didn't come. I peeked at my
watch, it was 5:45. I continued waiting. What began going
through my mind was that Carmen came at the right time,
discerned the action in the stall and left me; to stand here for
hours and sleep in my office. I peeked and it was 6:30, my fears
continued to eat away. I was about to peek again when Carmen
came in.

Carmen said: "I saw you moving. You're supposed to stand still.
You just earned a pair of demerits."

Carmen was over an hour and a half late, but I got two demerits;
but I was so happy she showed up. Maybe she didn't know about
the assignation at 5:00. She knew because she probably set it
up.

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am;" and I curtsied facing the wall, I
know it was stupid, but I felt a little elated she showed up and
afraid because of her attitude.

Finally she said: "You may assist me, remember you may not look
at me and no unnecessary touching."

I turned from the wall and said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen passed me in the stall and I knelt and unfastened her
jeans and pulled them down and then I pulled her panties down.
She sat and I wondered if I could lick her dry. She peed, and I
patted her dry, then I pulled her panties up and her jeans and
fastened them. There was no talking and no touching.

I stood, and she walked past me. I was left to flush the toilet
and followed her. She picked up her briefcase and handed it to
me to carry. I actually followed her because she was walking
fast, I clicked the car door unlocked, opened the rear door and
let her in.

We rode home in silence.

read part twenty-six here

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2010-07-29 ( 5 edited messages )

# C: chastity and bondage for husband
# Re: C: Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM)
# Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong x 2
# S: Jim's Story - part twenty-four

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C: chastity and bondage for husband
Date: 19 Jul 2010 05:43:11 -0000
From: Don

In "keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?" Ashley wrote:

>"do you have any suggestions on making my sub hubby stay nude
>at home?"

Handcuffs and leg irons are the favorite of my wife along with a
chastity tube. They go on around 7pm and stay on till morning.
She puts the keys in a timer lockbox so not even she can unlock
them till the appointed time. This has worked for the last 15
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Re: C: Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM)
Date: 9 Jul 2010 01:29:03 -0000
From: MichaelK

Back in February I told you about my adventure with my friend
Tracey when she had me be naked as I gave her a foot massage.

I've finally written up the story of what happened a few weeks
later when Tracey next visited me.

The second time worked even better than the first because we
both felt more relaxed about what we were doing. Tracey felt
more in control and I got much more aroused than the first time.
And this time Tracey decided to take things a bit further by
playing with me with her feet. This was something that I had
never experienced before.

Her keeping me aroused for about an hour as I massaged her feet
created a very powerful dynamic. As this was relaxation and fun,
and there was no humiliation, what we were doing was like a
Tantric ceremony.

You can read the full story, including some comments from
Tracey, in the article:-

"The second Reveal and some sensual foot play"

Has anyone else experienced Tantric CFNM?

Michael

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Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: 7 Jul 2010 15:50:58 -0000
From: Mistress Shayna

Thank you for sharing. I'm always a little blown away by what some of
my fellow "professionals" consider to be safe and sane scening.

Sadly, using laughing gas isn't seen as so very dangerous on an
individual basis, so it's easy for people to think nothing of
it, but anyone administering a session... especially someone
taking money for the service, has an elevated responsibility for
the safety of the submissive, even if they themselves are
willing to take risks they perceive to be minor.

Mistress Shayna

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Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: 16 Jul 2010 11:34:43 -0000
From: Vanessa Chaland

How very sad. For everyone involved. I would question whether
the ladies are even at fault. Surely, based on his photo, this
guy was not in the best of physical condition and it's not like
he is going to get a doctors note approving him for a session. I
feel for his wife on multiple levels and hope the two ladies get
a fair hearing.

fetishfurniturefactory

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

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-four - Carmen the tigress

At eleven-thirty I arrived at Sally's workstation, outside of
Peggy's office. I said: "Hello Miss Sally, I'm here to visit
Miss Peggy."

Sally said: "Miss Peggy isn't ready yet; you're to wait standing
facing the wall under that clock." She was pointing to the wall
across from her desk.

She said: "When I check the time I will see you." Meaning that
she was going to watch me.

Sally said: "There is no moving or talking."

I couldn't understand why all these women had become so mean. I
was hoping I wouldn't have to stand here while Peggy went to
lunch. I have so much work and my time gets wasted.

Finally Sally said: "You may go in now Jim."

I remembered to curtsy to Sally and then to Peggy. I had to keep
standing while talking to Peggy.

She said: "You have done a good job with the toilets. It's been
looking very nice."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

She said: "Carmen told us that she has you down there for less
than a half an hour three times a day and it was a struggle on
her part to make you take less time."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So what have you come to tell me?"

I said: "Linda and Janet are going to the web design class in
San Diego." I explained why that was going to lead to using a
much more powerful web design tool and the benefits accruing
from that.

I said: "That will accomplish the last objective. We have
accomplished the others."

Peggy said: "That's why I encouraged Carmen to find you other
tasks like taking care of the toilets. Your work in IT will end
soon."

I wasn't looking for more tasks, I wanted to go back to live
with Kathleen and Sarah, and get away from this madhouse.

I said "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "That was good news, thank you Jim."

I curtsied and left.

I resolved to talk to Kathleen and Sarah.

When I returned to my office, Carmen was sitting in my chair. I
curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss Carmen."

She said: "I told you, you were driving us to lunch, you've kept
us waiting."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, but I had a meeting with Miss
Peggy."

Carmen said: "You're going to get punished for making us wait."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Let's go now."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

There were eight women including Carmen. Carmen said: "Five in
the back and four in the front. Jim, get the door."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I held the door and helped squeeze everyone
into the back, then the passenger door in front and Carmen,
Sally and Janet jumped in. I went to the driver's side and there
was Sally half way onto my seat. I snuggled up to her and
managed to close my door.

Carmen gave directions. In the parking lot she had a specific
place where she wanted me to park. It wasn't shady and it wasn't
even the closest spot. I jumped out and opened the front door,
and they waited for me to open the back door.

Carmen said: "Lock the car and give me the keys."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" I locked the car and gave her the keys.

Carmen said: "You will stay here with the car. You can lean
against it or touch it but I want you in contact with this car
while we have lunch. You are being punished."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Half the ladies witnessed this but I wasn't
as embarrassed as before, I was more concerned with the sun.

About fifteen minutes later, Jenny, one of the help desk agents
came out with a Styrofoam box and a plastic fork and napkin.
Jenny said: "Everyone gave you a forkful of what they ordered.
It's a lot and it got a little mashed together. Carmen says you
have to eat it all."

I said: "Thank you Miss Jenny and please thank everyone."

Jenny said: "Everyone was watching and you didn't curtsy when I
brought you the food."

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

She said: "I think you will be because Carmen is displeased with
you."

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

She left and I curtsied.

The food was a little disgusting, some parts were delicious, but
there were unknown substances here and there and mysterious
sauces; stuff that looked like pasta but was meat; but I ate it
all.

About twenty minutes later they all returned. Carmen gave me the
keys and I opened all the doors to let the heat out. Everyone
squeezed in, and I closed the doors, and I managed to squeeze
into the drivers seat and we drove back to the office.

Carmen said: "It's one-fifteen now so you can clean the toilets,
you must be done by one forty-five. Wait there for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

The toilets were reasonable, but the counters and mirrors could
use wiping and polishing. All the women using the place slowed
my progress, but I got done and while waiting for Carmen I
polished the chrome paper towel dispenser, the soap dispensers
and the faucets.

Carmen came in and said: "You're not done."

I said: "I was done Miss Carmen, but while waiting I decided to
polish the chrome."

Carmen said: "Then you weren't finished. When I tell you to
wait, you wait by standing at attention facing the wall or a
corner. This after you were late for our lunch. You have no
sense of time."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "You will be sorry when we get home. Now you can
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And followed her into a stall.

I knelt on the tile floor and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
her panties down. She had ordered me not to look at her so I
kept my eyes on her pussy. Okay with me.

She said: "Do you know when my period starts?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You buy feminine products and take no interest in
what they are for?"

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "Mine starts sometime this week, you should know that,
and you should know what to do."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I should, I will note it and learn more."

She said: "Finish me up."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen keeps amazing me. I patted her and
pulled up her panties and her jeans and buttoned them. I never
looked at her.

She said: "You may go to your office."

I curtsied and got out of there fast.

The phone was ringing. It was Sally. She said that Peggy wanted
me right away. I told her I was on my way.

I curtsied.

She told me to stand facing the wall as yesterday. She said:
"You may not talk or move; I will be watching you."

After a few minutes she said I could go in.

I curtsied and said: "You asked to see me Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "I heard you had a humiliating lunch hour because we
made you late."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Would you like to talk about it?"

I said: "I have a lot on my mind Miss Peggy."

She said: "Why don't you take off all your clothes, Sally will
come in and handcuff you and you can sit on the floor and talk
to me frankly."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy." How about she gets naked on the
floor I thought. But I took off my clothes and Sally walked in
and handcuffed my hands behind me. She led me to a corner behind
Peggy's desk and helped me sit on the floor.

Peggy said: "Go ahead and talk frankly to me like an employee to
his boss."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, first, I appreciate the
opportunity to work on the IT department, the change has been
amazing. I learned that I could do more with little or no
authority than I would have imagined possible in a normal
hierarchy."

"The most amazing thing was the us versus them mentality turned
180 degrees because we had a talk about it, second, I installed
software so that when someone in the company reports a problem
to the group, everyone in the group has access to all the
information. The ladies love using it. The third initiative is
evolving and we discussed it earlier. A fourth initiative to
make all the IT jobs interchangeable is moving along. At this
point I had thought I would be saying 'so long'."

"What has been happening all along is that the ladies, Carmen in
particular has found additional time consuming tasks for me.
While they may be humiliating tasks, I look on them as
opportunities to serve. So I am not complaining in any way. That
of course is different than humiliating punishments like the one
today at lunch that serve nobody. Again I'm not complaining."

"My only point is that I have two mistresses to serve and I was
not looking for additional ones. It is of course not my decision
to seek or reject additional mistresses to serve. What is
Sarah's position about your plans to place me at the service of
additional mistresses, Miss Peggy?"

Peggy said: "I don't think you are allowed to ask what your
mistress is planning. You only have to know that she and I are
in accord. I'm very impressed that you have a positive attitude
about your circumstances. And I want you to know that I am very
pleased with the work you did for our IT department and the
ladies are to a person delighted. I will even tell you that
Carmen wants you to stay head of the department. But this is my
company and she understands that. Have I told you enough?"

I said: "Yes Miss Peggy"

Peggy said: "Sally has been dying to take control of you. So she
will take you out. Thank you for coming in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Sally came in and helped me stand up. We walked out of Peggy's
office.

I curtsied.

Sally said: "Stand under the clock and no moving or talking and
I'll be watching."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I also curtsied.

I wondered what would come next, having me stand against the
wall is no biggie.

I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. Sally grabbed me by my
corseted cock and led me to a room that was decorated in the
style of a library, lots of books, long table, it was probably
one of the executive conference rooms.

Sally sat in a big leather easy chair. She pulled my cock
downwards in front of her spread legs. I knelt and got a lovely
view and an inkling of what was coming next.

Sally said, "Take off my pantyhose and pull my panties down."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Someday I will say 'gladly ma'am', or 'my
pleasure ma'am'.

I know that this is not the moment but Sally is a big girl about
five foot eight or even taller, she's has an athletic build, not
overly skinny, her hair is light brown, not quite blond, her
eyes are nice but her eyeliner is too high, excellent boobs,
pussy is trimmed, not shaved. Definitely desirable; meaning I
definitely appreciate the honor.

She said: "If you don't please me, I'm going to thrash you."

I took the initiative and started kissing her thighs, working
toward her pussy. I like doing that until they become impatient
and take my head and place it where they want. It didn't take
long.

My knees were beginning to hurt, and she had climaxed only once.
I didn't want to move or do anything to change the rhythm
because she seemed imminent. It must have been another five or
ten minutes before she spasmed again, and she seemed exhausted.
But she didn't indicate any way for me to stop.

I continued on, by this time my hands were on her butt,
supporting me and leveraging myself into her. She smelled
different. I didn't exactly like it, but I didn't complain. We
were both getting wet and sticky. But I would happily do this
forever. Then the third and most violent explosion, and she
pushed my head away.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She said: "You're not allowed to look at me."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know."

She said; "I'm going to tell Carmen."

I said: "Yes ma'am; would you like me to wipe up the mess I
made?"

She led me to a private bathroom. I carried her shoes, pantyhose
and panties. I moistened paper towels with warm water, and wiped
it all away. I put her panties and hose and shoes back on her.

She was holding my head for support then grasped it in both
hands; she said: "I hope I don't get you into too much trouble
with Carmen."

I have no idea why I said this: "Why don't you punish me
yourself, Miss Sally?"

She said: "You may regret that suggestion;" She pulled my hands
behind me and handcuffed me. She pushed me into a corner of the
conference room and told me not to move.

Unbelievable that a woman one minute can caress me and the next
treat me like a derelict. I was surprised at the strength she
showed pushing me into the corner; I had to ease myself back a
bit because of the pressure.

I wondered if this was the punishment or if she was working
something up. I started meditating, when she came for me.

She said: "When they built this place, we found this closet
where we have been storing printer paper and party decorations.
I cleaned it out for you. I think ninety minutes in Sally's
cupboard will change your attitude about looking disrespectfully
at ladies."

She then opened this half sized door and helped me squeeze into
this space. My knees were at the same height as my head. This
was impossible, but then she squeezed into my mouth some sort of
gag and closed the door.

I could probably lose the gag but then I couldn't get it back
with my hands cuffed. I began feeling the discomfort starting
with the concrete floor, then the pain of being so scrunched up.
I tried to meditate. The total darkness helped me go to sleep.

I started awake when the door opened. Sally mistook the impact
of the bright light for rousing from a sleep so I didn't get
into more trouble.

She was sat in an office rolling chair, and when she opened the
door, the first sight was her crotch. I tried to look away, but
I couldn't look directly at her, maybe looking at her panties
was okay?

Sally said: "Remember Sally's cupboard is always available for
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Carmen called for you and I told her you were in the
cupboard but would be down in a half hour. So hurry up." She
unlocked my hands, which had lost feeling.

I curtsied; And I saw a wry smile on her face out of the corner
of my eyes; I didn't look at her.

I went to Carmen's cubicle and curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss
Carmen, Miss Sally said you wanted me."

Carmen said: "Why did she restrain you?"

I said: "Because I looked at her."

Carmen said: "Why didn't she just report you to me?"

I said: "I suggested to her to punish me herself."

She said: "You thought you would get off easier at her hands
than mine?"

I said: "No Miss Carmen, not at all."

She said: "Then why?"

I said: "I don't know."

Carmen said: "Maybe a little caning will help you know."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Clean the toilets and we'll go home. It's four-
fifteen; I want you facing the wall away from the door by four
forty-five. Move it."

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

I found the place in pretty good shape. I counted the feminine
supplies; and I cleaned the mirrors. I even had time to polish
the chrome.

At four forty-three I stood facing the wall. This was designed
for maximum humiliation. I didn't know who would come through
that door. And knowing Carmen, she wouldn't come through the
door until after five; And plenty of people came in, used the
facility and went out. I wondered what they were thinking.

Finally I heard Carmen: "I need to use the toilet, and you may
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied; I pretended there was no one
to witness this exchange. I followed her into the stall, and
knelt down. I looked at her shoes to know where she was.

She said: "Unbutton me, this is not your first time."

I said: "Yes ma'am," unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her
panties. She sat. I find this very sexy and humiliating at the
same time. What is Carmen thinking? I keep wondering if they are
doing this for me, or am I really being used by them. Who is
them?

With a start I realize Carmen had stopped peeing. I grabbed
paper and tried to focus. Could one express affection with
tenderness?

She stood and I pulled up her panties and jeans. I stood so she
could pass, and I flushed and followed her out.

I had her keys from lunch time, and I opened the rear door for
her and she got in. I walked around the car and got in the
drivers seat. I was actually afraid of going to Carmen's
apartment with her. She said nothing during the drive.

She closed the door, turned the dead bolt and put on the chain.
I felt like we were locked in. She said: "Strip completely."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed me and said: "Lie across this chair."

I did.

She said, "You have these demerits that I need to punish you
for, but right now I want to know how you ended it up in Sally's
cupboard. Start counting."

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, one;" I said.

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" I yelped; it hurt so much..

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I said trying to be stoic..

Crack!

Finally... "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" I said; I was sniffing
and tears filled my eyes.

Then nothing, a few minutes later she tied a rope around my
waist and the chair seat.

She said: "I wanted to remind you what the cane feels like.
You're going to stay here and get caned until you explain to me
how you got yourself into Sally's cupboard."

She went into the kitchen and boiled water and made herself tea.
She sipped it and pulled out a chair and sat in it facing me.
Actually, I was bent over the chair so she was facing the back
of my head.

She said: "Would you like to talk or shall we resume the
caning?"

I said: "I will try to explain, Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "Go ahead, explain it all."

I started with the earlier visit that caused me to be late for
lunch, then Peggy saying she was sorry, then saying that Sally
wanted to control me, then the sex and my feeling of affinity or
something. At least Carmen wasn't caning me.

She sipped her tea and didn't say anything. She went into the
kitchen and found something to eat. I began having a feeling of
deja-vu of when Kathleen and Sarah confronted the use I was put
to by Lucy. I began getting frightened again. What if Carmen had
feelings about me that were violated when I serviced Sally.
Being tied down and handcuffed is not good when a tigress like
Carmen is considering my fate.

Carmen said: "You've become a real whore. I thought you had
feelings for me, but you betray me at the first opportunity."

I said: "Miss Carmen, please don't think I'm trying to avoid the
punishment you will give me. I have very deep feelings for you;
you mean so much to me. I am not free to either betray or be
loyal, I'm only obedient to my wife who has handed me over to
her mother, then to Miss Peggy, who handed me over to you, and
then Miss Peggy handed me to Miss Sally."

Carmen said: "I dislike you arguing with me. I can see why your
wife sent along a gag. But you are right; you will get a beating
tonight that you will remember for a long time. You will learn
not to trifle with women's feelings."

There was nothing I could say. She was feeling frustrated; logic
just made her angry and here I was conveniently trussed up.

I'm telling myself not to worry; I've had beatings before,
probably even worse than anything Carmen would do. Besides,
there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

She was foraging in the kitchen; of course I was hungry too, and
thirsty, and I could have used a trip to the toilet. I didn't
ask for anything because I was afraid of her.

She gagged me. She said: "I don't want you screaming your head
off on a Monday night."

I heard her boil water, she made herself more tea. She said:
"You have no idea how you hurt me. But I will hurt you back."

She hit me hard and faster than normal, I guess not having to
thank and count allowed her to go faster. By habit, I remember
counting to twenty-three, it really really hurt. I strained at
the handcuffs and tried to tilt the chair but she caught it.

She said: "Don't tip the chair, you're going to make me angrier
and I don't recommend that."

I think after the twenty-third stroke I passed out. Not so much
because of the pain, which was unbelievable, but I wasn't
getting enough air, or the hunger or the thirst, or all of the
above.

I came to on the carpet, no handcuffs; Carmen bent over me her
hands on my face. I looked up at her and remembered to look
away.

She said: "I beat you so much you passed out."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "I was so scared; I thought I had killed you." And she
kissed me.

She said: "Get up and get into my bed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

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chastity and bondage for husband

Date: 19 Jul 2010 05:43:11 -0000
From: Don

In "keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?" Ashley wrote:

>"do you have any suggestions on making my sub hubby stay nude
>at home?"

Handcuffs and leg irons are the favorite of my wife along with a
chastity tube. They go on around 7pm and stay on till morning.
She puts the keys in a timer lockbox so not even she can unlock
them till the appointed time. This has worked for the last 15
years.

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Jim's Story - part twenty-four