DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

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.

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