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fear femdom procedures too kinky for my wife

Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 12:45:27 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Chambers

Hello Christine,

I would like my wife to try some of the femdom procedures I
think might be in your training packages. However, I fear she
may be a bit reluctant to try them because she thinks they are
too kinky... any advice?

Thanks
Tom

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Jim's Story - part twenty-nine

Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:26:40 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-nine - Betty's House in Nevada

I knocked on the door. A woman answered and I recognized Betty
from before. She was about five feet eight inches tall and
relatively slender. Her face was skinny, she wore glasses. Her
hair was dirty blond almost light brown; she had a ski-jump
shaped nose that was a little too large for her face. Her
glasses hid some of her nose's size. She wore a little rouge on
her cheeks and very red lipstick. Her eye makeup matched her
hair but was almost invisible and didn't have much effect. Her
haircut was straggly in the back as if no one had cut it for a
long time and her hair was in her face. In a word she looked
neglected.

She wore a sailor-style blouse with horizontal stripes and a
blue skirt that was a little short and bare legs and high heeled
slippers making her nearly as tall as me. You could recognize
her as Sarah's sister but I married the pretty one.

I introduced myself and after a few seconds she recognized me. I
unintentionally curtsied and she smiled.

Betty said: "Sarah said she had trained you to do that. It's
kind of cute. I'm expecting you will do everything you have been
trained to do while you're here. I will have some additional
behaviors I will train you to do."

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

I said: "Miss Betty, Sarah said that I will pack up some of your
stuff to move, get rid of the rest and put your house up for
sale. Is that what you would like me to do?"

Betty said: "I like the Miss Betty, if you show that attitude we
might get along."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll do my best to serve you."

Betty said: "Maybe Sarah was right that you are well trained.
We'll see."

After my strapping last night I was not going to test this lady.
She heard my question and she will respond to it eventually.

Betty said: "I will give you a tour, would you like that."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She showed me the family room, the kitchen, her bedroom, and the
second bedroom. The second bedroom had a metal bed and a
dresser. No mirrors or pictures on the wall. The bed had
handcuffs hanging from each corner. A long leather strap and a
cane hung from hooks near the head of the bed. Betty said: "This
will be your room. Do the restraints and the strap and cane
frighten you?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Being afraid is healthy. If you do everything I want,
there may not be a need to experience my discipline."

I said: "I will do my best Miss Betty."

Then our tour continued, there was a basement that was
relatively empty, I asked if there was an attic and she said
there was nothing up there.

The only clutter, if any of it was clutter, was in the kitchen.
She had several sets of dishes and silverware, a cutlery set and
numerous additional pieces. There was more, but it was easy to
imagine a procedure to get rid of stuff she didn't want to take.

The tricky part is of course her. I didn't want to experience
her 'discipline.'

We ended up back in the family room where she had a stuffed
chair facing a small TV. A small table was next to the chair.
That evidently was her chair.

Betty said: "I'm thinking about the question you asked me. Go
stand in the corner next to the TV. I don't allow any moving or
talking. I want your hands on your head."

I went to the corner and put my hands on my head like she said.
I didn't have any experience doing that. Betty didn't make any
noise and and I was trying to keep very still. I could hear the
wind outside it was so quiet.

Betty said: "I'm not punishing you Jim, I just want to think. I
also want to see if you have been trained to stand still when
you've been told to. If not, you have come to the right place
for further training."

I guess I was warned not to move. After about ten or fifteen
minutes I got the urge to sneeze. I tried to hold it but
suddenly in the quiet I sneezed. I didn't know what Betty was
going to do. The silence continued.

After what seemed like another fifteen or twenty minutes: Betty
said: "You did very well except for that unfortunate sneeze. I
would overlook it but you would get the wrong message. Come into
your room and let's deal with this little incident."

Betty told me to strip and lie on the bed, she walked around and
fastened the handcuffs to each of my limbs.

She said: "I consider it a requirement that you be able to stand
in the corner without moving when I command you to do so. I'm
sure the whipping you're going to get will help you resolve to
do that."

What she called a little incident has become a mortal sin, I was
becoming very frightened.

Betty said: "I haven't decided whether I should use the strap or
the cane; when I decide I will be back." She locked the door.

We are losing valuable time; I know she's going to hurt me; she
still hasn't told me if she is up for this move, but I can't do
anything about it.

It was getting dark and I heard the door unlock.

Betty said: "On the one hand I wanted to be lenient with you
since you just came to my house, on the other hand I think it's
important that you understand my methods and how serious I
consider disobedience."

Betty said: "Do you know how to count strokes?"

I said: "Yes Miss Betty, I will thank you and then say the
stroke number."

Then I received a terrible cut from her cane: She said: "Let's
hear it."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty one."

Then another cut that must have caused bleeding.

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty two."

I was in such agony, I kicked up and down with my feet in the
little movement they had.

Betty said: "Hold absolutely still, or I'll start over."

"Yes Ma'am"

Thank you Miss Betty, three

Thank you Miss Betty, four

Thank you Miss Betty, five

Thank you Miss Betty, six

Thank you Miss Betty, seven

Thank you Miss Betty, eight......

Thank you Miss Betty, thirteen

Thank you Miss Betty, fourteen

Thank you Miss Betty, fifteen

And it stopped, oh thank God, please be over.

Betty said: "That was a taste of what's in store for you if you
disobey me."

She left, turned off the light and locked the door.

She came back a little later and put a wet washcloth on my butt,
it felt so soothing. She said: "If I cane you again for the same
thing, you're getting more strokes. I just want you to know
that."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "In a little while, I'm going to release you and
you're going to stand in the same corner for an hour. Try not to
sneeze."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Finally she came back and unlocked all the handcuffs. She used
one pair to handcuff my hands behind my back. She helped me up
and led me to the corner where I was standing before.

She said: "Don't move and don't talk. I'll be watching you."

I'm sort of terrified of this woman, but it will be okay. She
had me fastened to the bed and caned me, but I can still walk.
If she was crazy or something, I could have been injured. But I
really believe her that she will give me more strokes if I move.

Finally the hour was up and she unlocked me. She led me to her
chair and said: "I have this bell," she jingled it and continued
"when I ring it you come to me. If you don't come right away, I
will cane you, no matter what you're doing."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Sarah said you're helpful dressing ladies and you're
even helpful in the toilet. So I expect you to dress and undress
me, and attend all of my toilet functions. Is that clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So when I'm ringing this bell I might be wanting to
go to the toilet, and if you don't come right away I might
become cross, what do you think will happen then?"

I said: "Miss Betty will cane me?"

Betty said: "Exactly. Now tell me how else I can use you. Sit
over in the corner, that way you can look at me without trying
to look up my skirt. I don't want to punish you again so soon."

I said: "Miss Betty, I can prepare food, give massages, trim and
paint nails, apply makeup and I've been used to give intimate
services."

Betty said: "What sort of intimate service?"

I said: "I can sexually stimulate with my tongue or fingers, and
I can kiss all over."

Betty said: "Give me a demonstration."

I said: "May I come over to you."

She said: "It's your show."

I knelt in front of her and she raised herself so I could pull
down her panties. Then I kissed her thighs and got close to her
pussy, finally her hand nudged my head in. The first thing I
noticed was how she smelled just like Sarah. I pushed hard into
her, guessing she liked what Sarah did, and she responded by
tightening her muscles. She came and I continued to lick and
suck. I stayed there a while and she may have come again. She
pushed my head away.

I continued kneeling between her knees, while she lay back sort
of inert. Her panties were on the floor next to me. I waited.

Betty roused herself: "I want to think, you go stand in the
corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I put my hands on my head and stood as still as I could. I hoped
that if she fell asleep she would snore so I would know. After
only about ten minutes she said to come with her.

We went into her bathroom, I was well practiced at this but she
wasn't, but we managed to get her on the seat and me kneeling on
the rug on the floor in front of her.

She peed and I was reaching for the toilet paper she took my
head in her hands and pulled me between her thighs. I knew
exactly what to do and went to work. I will never tell her that
the first time I ever did such a thing was for her mom. Are all
women nymphomaniacs I wondered?

I continued to lick and suck for as long as Betty wanted me to
because she held my head in place the whole time. The second
time she came, I received a strong squeeze from her thighs. And
then I was released. Then I patted her dry.

I stood so she could get past, but she stood and started feeling
me up. She then led me to her bedroom.

Betty said: "If you paw me I will handcuff you."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I won't paw you."

We got into bed and Betty snuggled up to me. I put an arm around
her and another under her head. We fell asleep that way. When I
woke she was still sleeping. I eased out of bed and checked out
what food we had in the kitchen. She had everything, eggs, milk,
bread, cheese, fruit, yoghurt, and cereals. There was a coffee
pot and I found coffee, and I made some.

I decided sisters might like the same things. I cut up a
cantaloupe; I found some blueberries, and several crunchy
cereals. I brought her a cup of coffee, and my arrival woke her.
I helped her up, and she looked gorgeous all naked, I tried not
to stare, we walked into the toilet.

I found a robe for her and led her to the kitchen and she liked
what I had set out.

Betty said: "You don't do anything without asking me and getting
permission. It would be a shame if you prepared a nice breakfast
for me and I had to give you a serious beating. But that's
exactly what will happen, what actually would have happened now
except I will overlook it because I hadn't told you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I stood while she ate.

Betty said: "Why are you standing here?"

I said: "In case you wanted something, my wife and your mother
have trained me to wait on them like this, but the real reason
is it prevents fraternizing over food; since you're my mistress,
I may not eat with you because I'm your slave."

Betty said: "That's makes sense. You explained it well."

When she finished she said: "What can this slave do for his
mistress now?"

I suggested a massage, followed by a shower or bath, then
fingers and toes, then a little hair cutting, then getting
dressed.

Betty said: "I've never been massaged. If I don't like it I
might get angry."

I said: "I hope you will enjoy it. You definitely should try
it."

I knew what her getting angry entailed, but I think everybody
likes massages.

I found her music machine and even found a sounds of the east
CD. I started her face up so I could gage her reaction. I
started on the toes and the bottoms of the feet. She was a good
subject, almost immediately her breathing slowed and she got the
languorous look of a relaxed person.

I worked up her legs and watched her reaction as I moved close
to her pussy. She didn't tense or inhale, so I massaged there
and her hand moved over mine and held it there. I petted her to
two climaxes.

From there I went to her head and neck. I wanted to do her
breasts but I wanted her to relax instead of getting more
stimulated. I worked her back but I got to her cute butt. I was
massaging the gluteus area and she was rubbing her pussy against
the table. This woman is insatiable. I think she climaxed that
way. I finished at her feet.

She elected to shower but didn't want my help. She did it
quickly. I got to dry her off. When I have a towel between me
and a lady I can put it anywhere, under her breasts, high
between her legs, buried deep into her ass, and I'm not accused
of being fresh.

I did her fingernails actually sitting next to her, and her
toenails squatting on the floor with her foot in my lap. I
painted the nails red like her lipstick because that was the
only color she had.

I trimmed her hair. The same style but even all around, it
exposed more of her face. She was almost as pretty as Sarah.

I said: "Miss Betty, I need some guidance about what you would
like to wear and where that is kept."

Betty said: "We will familiarize you with my wardrobe later.
Right now my underwear is in that drawer;" She pointed to a
dresser.

I found panties and bras; I picked a black pair on a whim and
asked her permission. I love putting panties and bras on ladies.
Betty looked a little fabulous with red nails and black panty
and bra. Was I admiring her or lusting, what was she thinking I
wondered?

Betty said: "You will find a paddle in that drawer, bring it to
me."

I found it and brought it and curtsied and said: "Here is the
paddle Miss Betty."

Betty said: "I didn't like the look you gave me, was it lusting,
I don't know, you have a reputation for that. What I want to see
is fear. Lie across my lap, if you struggle, I will fasten you
down and then it will be the cane."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and laid on the thighs I had just massaged.

She paddled hard and my butt was sore from last night and some
of the paddle swats were on top of the bruises and that really
hurt. I got twenty and she put me in the corner in her bedroom.

I was still naked and hadn't had any breakfast. She was trying
on clothes and I think shoes. Then I heard her bell. I ran into
the living room. I curtsied and stood at attention. She made me
wait for maybe a couple of minutes.

She said: "You got here quickly, that curtsy is cute, I like it.
When you respond you stand at attention waiting for me. That
means you are ready to serve. If I make you wait an hour you
continue to stand. Are we clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "I tried on a lot of clothes; I want you to put them
away. Also check my shoes; I want them cleaned and ready to
wear. There are shoe cleaning supplies in the top of the broom
closet in the kitchen. Work quickly; I won't give you all day."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I curtsied and went back to her
bedroom.

She had thrown all her clothes on the floor, six or seven
blouses and skirt pairs, and five dresses. Some of the clothes
needed laundering and ironing. I was afraid to mention it. She
had about forty-five pairs of shoes. All were at least dusty,
some were mud encrusted and some were just worn out.

Betty came in and said: "Don't imagine the corner time is over.
When you finish here I want you back by my chair at attention."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I finished shortly after that. I went to her chair, curtsied and
stood at attention.

Betty said: "I'm afraid the original punishment was for one hour
without moving. Since I don't know how much you completed we
have to start over. So I want you in that corner. And I'll watch
some television so I can keep an eye on you."

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

If I don't get us moved, I will have to deal with Sara,
Kathleen, and Carmen, if I pester Betty, I only have to deal
with her. Here is another hour lost; half the morning of the
first day is gone. I wonder how many hours I've spent in
corners, facing walls, confined in closets and stocks. And I try
to be obedient. I could tell an hour had gone by because of the
TV. But I'm still standing here. Then I heard the toilet flush
and realized Betty was delayed.

Finally she tinkled her bell. I immediately came over to her,
curtsied and stood at attention.

She said: "Kneel down in front of me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and did.

She said: "You were just punished for looking at me with desire
or lust. And it's appropriate that you were because you did not
have permission. From now on I give you permission to look at me
however you want. If I give you the opportunity to peek up my
skirt you may."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

She said: "You see the difference getting permission makes. You
were lucky to get off with just a paddling."

I said: "Yes ma'am and thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "I have decided that we should pack up, and move in
with mom and Sarah. But you will have to do all the work."

I said: "It will be my pleasure to do it, but do I have
permission to do what is necessary to get it done?"

Betty said: "No, I can't give you permission like that, how will
I know if it's getting done. You have two choices, ask me prior
to each task for permission, I will ask you how long it will
take you and maybe other questions, and you may be punished if
it takes longer, or you can write it all down, or you can do
both."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty, first I would like to identify
what things you would like to move, the choice is entirely
yours. I would like to take most of those things and load them
into the van I rented. I think it will take one or two hours for
us to walk around and identify everything. Then I would like to
offer making you lunch. Following that I will pack the things we
selected and load them up. May I make the time estimate after I
see what we have?"

Betty said: "That was perfect. We have two hours to identify
what we will move. If I can't make up my mind and it takes us
longer I will punish you. That seems unfair to me but you set
the time and I can't make excuses."

I said; "Yes ma'am, in my world I have to do what you tell me.
If you want to punish me it's fair."

Betty looked at me, bent over and kissed me. She said: "I will
try to decide about everything. Let's do it."

It was easy, everything in the drawers, her wardrobe, TV, her
clothes, CD's, linens and a few other pieces. The van was going
to be half empty. I made a list so I wouldn't forget anything.
It only took about ninety minutes so she didn't 'have to' cane
me. I used the rest of the time to estimate the boxes I would
need.

I asked what she wanted for lunch and she said to surprise her.
I made her an egg sandwich with the cantaloupe pieces I cut up
in the morning. I made a smoothie out of a banana and other
fruit I found. I cleaned up the kitchen before I served because
it had been a mess since morning. I was about to eat something
but I decided to ask for permission. I served the lunch.

Betty said: "This looks and smells delicious. Have you had
anything to eat?"

I said: "No ma'am, I was going to ask you for permission."

Betty said: "Did you clean the kitchen?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and realized I had screwed up again.

Betty said: "You didn't ask me for permission to clean the
kitchen; when I finish eating I will punish you for that. I
can't make exceptions."

I said; "Yes ma'am;" I had screwed up she couldn't have been
more explicit.

She said: "What you need is a good caning, but your ass is in a
bad state; I have to do something else."

She had only eaten half of the egg sandwich and she was mashing
up the other half with her fork and dumped the left over
cantaloupe and mashed it in, the she poured the leftover
smoothie on top and mixed it together. She then scraped the
contents of her plate unto the floor where her feet were under
the table.

She said: "Eat that up, all of it, I want the floor clean."

The food was fine, licking the floor wasn't. The floor was now
clean, but my face wasn't.

She returned with a dozen sheets of paper and a pencil. Betty
said: "I want you to print 'I will always ask for permission
before beginning a task' one hundred times. You will sit on the
floor."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "I want it done neatly, show me each page as you do
it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

It was hard to print on a flimsy piece of notebook paper. It sat
on the linoleum floor and I had to lean over to print on it. It
was so awkward. I had to hold the paper with one hand, and try
to print with the other, without any support for my shoulder or
arm. I tried lying on my stomach, then my neck got sore; but it
was a little better. I was still naked. It seemed a long time
but I finished a page and took it to the goddess.

Betty said: "You have food on your face, leave it, it suits a
penitent."

I'm naked and soiled and she is lovely, smelling of perfume,
relaxing in a chair and so powerful. She looked at the paper.
"This is okay, only three more pages. Get to work."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I felt so defeated by her.

I toiled on each page and was so frightened that she would find
something wrong on one, that I inflated her image to something
approaching a god, and diminished myself to a pebble. I finally
presented the fourth and last page and she accepted it.

Betty said: "You may go wash your face and put some clothes on.
Then I want you back here."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied; I washed and dressed. I went
back next to her chair, curtsied and stood at attention.

Betty said: "Asking permission is my most basic rule; how else
can you know that I approve of what you are doing. Wash the
kitchen floor; do a good job you never know when you may have to
eat off of it." She laughed.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I washed the floor and rinsed it twice. I returned and stood at
attention.

She said: "What would you like to do now?"

I said: "I would like to go out and buy the boxes to pack up the
things you want to take. I expect it will take about one hour,
depending on traffic and cost about $40. Miss Betty."

Betty said: "You may do that."

I got the boxes, they cost $42.00 and I returned in just under
an hour. Betty said: "That was great, you see how easy it is.
You just have to remember to ask for permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am; may I start filling the boxes?"

She said: "Which ones, how long will it take. I need details."

I said: "The hall closet, the kitchen and the bathroom cabinets,
and it will take about two hours."

She said: "You may do that; I'll come and watch at times."

I filled five boxes, she micromanaged periodically, deciding to
take something and not take something else but it was still
easy.

I went back to her chair, curtsied and stood at attention. She
pointed to a small bag on the table next to her. She said: "What
is this?"

I said: "It was going to be a surprise for you. It's a darker
shade of eye shadow I thought you might like."

She said: "Did you ask permission to buy it?"

I said: "No Miss Betty I didn't."

She said: "Didn't I punish you enough at lunch?"

I said: "Yes ma'am you did, but I wanted to surprise you."

Betty said: "Get undressed and stand in the corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I stripped and stood in the corner with
my hands on my head.

Betty said: "My sensibilities say I'm touched that you bought me
a present. But I want you to understand that you are a slave,
you don't take initiatives on your own, you do what I tell you.
I know that you agree with that. So what goes through your head
that right after getting punished for doing a laudable task
without permission, you immediately go out and do another lovely
laudable task without permission?"

I didn't think she was asking me.

Betty said: "Stay in the corner for another hour, then you can
fix dinner, then I will try again."

She turned on the TV. I guess she was right. But what woman
would refuse a gift? Well she didn't refuse it. Actually she has
gotten more attractive than when I first met her. I think she is
very sexy. I'm developing strong feelings for her.

I heard the tinkle of her bell.

I went to the chair and curtsied and stood at attention. She
said: "Make dinner, serve me enough so that you can eat my
leftovers for dinner."

I said: "Miss Betty, what should I prepare?"

She said: "You have my permission to cook up anything you want,
and I'm going to give you permission to clean up."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" and curtsied and went into the
kitchen.

I found a half cauliflower that needed to be used, and some
chicken patties and onions and frozen green beans with almonds.
The onions I sauteed and gravy from a bottle disguised the
chicken. I set the table and in my most humble head bowed manner
invited my mistress to dinner.

She liked the food and enjoyed the Rhine wine from a jug. I
noticed she divided the chicken, cauliflower and beans in half
and ate most of one of the halves. She then stirred the
remaining food together and mashed it with her fork until it
looked gray with a green tinge. I knew what was coming. She
dumped it on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, then she
lifted her skirt, and pulled the crotch of her panties aside and
peed all over the green mess.

Betty said: "I need a tongue now."

I got on my knees and tried to lick her dry. This was symbolic
because I have a very wet tongue and its application doesn't
make a pussy dry. She was satisfied and I was well humiliated.

Betty said: "Eat and lick up all of that, I want the floor
licked dry."

I started licking. It was fine. The food was still good and her
urine was not the Rhine wine. It was a lot and mostly I got it
all up. The most erotic aspect was when she walked around to
supervise; I got to see her shapely leg from the floor. I would
have looked up but I was a coward.

When I had cleared all the food she returned with paper and a
very short pencil.

She said: "This time you will print a hundred and fifty times 'I
will always ask for permission before doing anything!' and I
want an exclamation point after it."

She said: "I could have handcuffed you while you were eating
that mess, or I could make you write five hundred lines, if I
were using the cane you would get twenty strokes because this is
the second time. I'm strict but I'm not a sadist."

I said: "Yes madam and I think you are beautiful;" what did I
say? I wondered.

She said: "Get started and make sure its neat."

The tiny pencil made it even harder to print on the floor. I
couldn't hold the pencil in my hand; I had to use my fingers
which were becoming fatigued.

She was watching television and she made me wait for a break
each time before accepting one of the pages. It took nearly two
hours to write the six pages and turn them in.

When I gave her the last page she told me to bend over. She
examined my behind. She said: "I want you to know that the next
punishment will be with the cane. I know how much you like
that."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Betty."

She said: "Go wash your face you look like someone threw a pie
in your face."

I went to the bathroom and indeed there was food stuck to my
cheeks and forehead; I washed up. I returned, curtsied and stood
at attention.

She said: "You may take off my panties."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and pulled them off as she raised herself
from the chair.

I started kissing her thighs; she has become very sexy to me. I
tried to cover every square inch from her knees to her pussy.
She intervened and guided my head into her crotch. I kissed and
licked and sucked. Finally she had enough and I continued
kneeling between her thighs, kissing where I had missed earlier.
I had fixed dinner at about 6:00 and it was now almost 10:00.

Betty said: "I would like to take you to bed with me but I think
discipline is more important. I'm going to handcuff you to the
bed in the discipline room."

I was still naked and I followed her. She only fastened one
handcuff to one hand, it was connected to the headboard and then
she covered me. She gave me a kiss, then she left and locked the
door.

This lady caned me for sneezing and punished me for cleaning the
kitchen and she punished me for buying a present. And I'm
falling in love with her. I think hormones in me change after a
woman beats me.

I woke but I was handcuffed to the bed and the door was locked.
I waited, I had gotten good at that. I had become a devotee of
meditation. When locked up and needing to pass the time it
works. But when you have to stand still or support a disc you
have to pay attention to those tasks.

I heard the door unlock, and a gloriously naked Betty came in
with a handcuff key.

She said: "Come with me, I need to pee."

We went to her bathroom, she sat on the toilet and I knelt
between her thighs. She peed and I patted her dry with TP. I
took a very big risk and kissed her on her thigh. Then I did it
again and again, a little faster, a little frenzy and her hand
guided me to her lovely pussy, a great start to the third day.

Betty said: "You may make breakfast for me; and you may clean
the kitchen. From now on when you hear the bell or have to
report to me, you may either curtsy and stand at attention the
way you have, and you have done that very well, or you may kiss
either or both of my feet and work your way up or down to my
knees. I'm giving you that privilege because you have been so
sweet."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" and maybe she is a nymphomaniac
and knows this will get lots of 'pull my panties down'
situations. I'm not complaining.

I prepared a grapefruit by sectoring it that needed to be eaten,
the rest of the blueberries, yoghurt, and crunchy cereal and
milk, and I made coffee; then I washed the floor and rinsed it
twice, put all the used dishes into the dishwasher, washed the
counters and heard Betty come in. I held the chair for her and
put the napkin in her lap and stood by.

Betty said: "Today I will stick close to you so I can give you
permission to do all the lovely stuff you want to do."

I got on my knees: "Oh Miss Betty, I don't want to cause you
distress. I only want to do what you want me to."

She said: "I know dear boy, but you're not smart enough to ask
for permission. And I don't want to cane you for buying me a
surprise."

I hung my head and said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" I feel so
connected to her.

read part thirty here

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2010-09-30 ( 12 edited messages )

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# C: codifying kinkiness (for doggies)
# C: The Puppy Play Pride Symbol
# C: communicating with a domina within scene
# Re: C: keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?
# C: Prostate Massage Milking = Orgasm Denial?
# Re: C: Prostate Massage Milking = Orgasm Denial? x 3
# C: she loves to plug my penis and whip my glans
# Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
# S: Jim's Story - part twenty-eight

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C: codifying kinkiness (for doggies)
Date: 5 Sep 2010 22:45:06 -0000
From: quitodoux

i am a sub with some precious experiences in the past. But now i
am an oldie and my type of kinkiness seems not to be very
appreciated in the bdsm world. i belong to those subs who do not
like pain but crave to be trained as slaves, doggies. my first
Lady called me a fetishist for female taste and odor.

Whenever I approach FemDoms in the community, i am far too often
rebuked by the statement: how boring, always the same male
attitude of so called subs.

I wish i could show by a simple sign or code the identity of my
kinkiness, so i need not go through all the explanations. Does
anyone in the community know a system of categorisation by signs
and codes, which would allow these FemDoms to see what i am and
only those few, who are interested, would be able to show it?

It is over 5 years back, since i posted here. i live in Berlin,
Germany and am fluent in English, French, German and speak
reasonably Spanish.

Salut, quitodoux, the soft sub

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C: The Puppy Play Pride Symbol
Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2010 04:39:02 +0100
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello quitodoux,

In "codifying kinkiness (for doggies)" you wrote:

>now i am an oldie and my type of kinkiness seems not to be
>very appreciated in the bdsm world

Welcome back, I remember you from the early days of DOMestic and your consistent interest in being a "doggy" although nowadays that is becoming known as "puppy play".

Puppies can be quite demanding creatures, so it can take a very special bond between two people before a lady is prepared to give the time and attention that a doggy demands.

>I wish i could show by a simple sign or code the identity of my
>kinkiness

As an old hand you will of course know about the hanky code
system that goes back to the early days of bdsm. Wikipedia has a
colour chart here showing what the different colours mean.

I quote from Wikipedia:- "There is general agreement upon the
colours for more common practices, particularly those with an
intuitive relation between the colour and the practice, such as
yellow for urolagnia; brown for coprophilia; and black for SM,
but no absolute consensus for less common practices."

There and elsewhere on the web you will find that "Rust=Animal
roleplay" in the hanky code system.

But, even if you did find that the folk in your area understood
the old "handkerchief codes" the problem is that people may
interpret a rust coloured hanky as a desire to be either "a
cowboy or a horse" rather than a puppy for a lady.

Some fetish shops have cards listing the meanings of the colors
of the handkerchiefs. So you could visit some of your local
fetish shops in Germany and see if they are selling
handkerchiefs in various colors.

>Does anyone in the community know a system of categorisation by
>signs and codes

Yes. Some folk believe that dominants wear a leather band on the
left side, while submissives wear a leather band or symbol on
the right. But I've seen and experienced some confusion over
even that simple system. Dominants like myself don't like to be
restricted by rules and regulations about what we can wear and
how. :-)

>which would allow these FemDoms to see what i am and only
>those few, who are interested, would be able to show it?

Yes. There is what seems to me to be a perfect symbol for you
which has been released into the public domain by "Puppy Play
Pride".

The symbol is in the form of a dog collar in black and gray
reminiscent of the hanky code for SM and bondage. Inside the
collar is a bone representing puppy play. The dog's bone is
white "to symbolize the innocence of the puppy head space."
Attached to the collar is a red BDSM Pride heart shaped dog tag
denoting the loving bond between puppies and their trainers.

"Puppy Play Pride" even offer a free 5mb art package download.
So I'd suggest you download the art and use it to get a T-shirt
printed with a big "Puppy Play Pride Symbol" and that may at
least give you something to talk about at the events or clubs
that you are attending (?) in Berlin.

>It is over 5 years back, since i posted here.

Don't leave it so long next time :-) And do let us all know if
you organise a T-Shirt and whether it results in any interesting
encounters.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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C: communicating with a domina within scene
Date: 7 Sep 2010 20:45:23 -0000
From: kevin

I found a great system for communicating with a domina, even
during a session. It's the "yes means no, no means yes
technique".

Here is how it works. Before you start a session or an
encounter, you explain that if she asks you a question and you
answer "yes mistress" that means you are not into whatever she
is suggesting.

If she asks you (for instance) are you into being treated like a
dog, (and that's what you want) You say "Oh please mistress,
don't treat me like a dog." And then, of course she treats you
like a dog.

Trust me, no better system exists.

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Re: C: keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?
Date: 15 Sep 2010 16:42:46 -0000
From: Happy Subhubbie

Ashley wrote:

>any suggestions on making my sub hubby stay nude at home?

Dear Miss Ashley,

Congratulations on embarking on the education of a happy male!

Here are a few suggestions which worked on me:

Confiscate his underwear. All of it. Reserve a pair or two for
your own use. Wear them around the house where he can see them.
Make him ask to borrow a pair on the extremely rare occasions
when he absolutely needs to wear them. Put a good price on his
borrowing them.

Make him undress and get naked the moment he walks through the
door. We installed clothing hooks for me but a cardboard
"locker" or laundry bag works too. Do not tolerate
"absentmindedness" on this issue. An additional week or ten days
of teased chastity works wonders to enforce this habit.

I heartily approve of depilation for all submissive partners.
Explain to hubbie that there is only room for one set of
"crowned" privates in your relationship and that set is yours.
Tell him that you find his bush to be smelly and unsanitary and
needs to be gone. Make it his responsibility to keep it that way
until you decide otherwise. Do not accept excuses like the gym
or the doctor's office. It's the twenty first century and males
can show their knees.

Best wishes,

Happy Hubbie

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C: Prostate Massage Milking = Orgasm Denial?
Date: 8 Sep 2010 22:14:05 -0000
From: greg

I have been looking for information on prostatic massage milking
as a way for Mistress to deny orgasms to me.

From what i have read in different webs, if a male gets milked
through prostatic massage, he will still be horny and easily
aroused. However, he will not be able to orgasm for many hours
to a couple of days even if highly stimulated on his penis?

If it would be true, it would be just great, to be able to
perform as much as Mistress may want, without being able to
reach orgasm ever.

Is this true? Have any list members experienced this? or is it
just a myth?

regards,
greg (Costa Rica)

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Re: C: Prostate Massage Milking = Orgasm Denial?
Date: 11 Sep 2010 21:48:30 -0000
From: Milliscent

greg,

In my experience it is true that the male will remain aroused
and lustful following a milking.

It is not true that he will be unable to orgasm normally for an
extended period of time following a milking.

M

milliscent.com/blog

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Re: C: Prostate Massage Milking = Orgasm Denial?
Date: 15 Sep 2010 04:11:23 -0000
From: palidon

In my experience....

I find that prostrate milking leaves me feeling like I had an
orgasm, you leak almost as heavy as one, but didn't have the
physical orgasm. Afterwards recovery is quick if not immediately
and I can stay hard for 20 minutes to 2 hours, and it takes a
while to have an orgasm afterwards.

Yes my wife loves it.

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Re: C: Prostate Massage Milking = Orgasm Denial?
Date: 19 Sep 2010 04:47:32 -0000
From: greg

Thank you both so much for the info! i guess then that the ideal
moment to be milked, would be just before Mistress might want to
use my penis...

Still a fantastic option to give her maximum pleasure!

yours,
greg.

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C: she loves to plug my penis and whip my glans
Date: 22 Sep 2010 11:42:18 -0000
From: Evadtayl

I loved blow jobs, but my girl hated the spunk in her mouth.
Then on one occasion she gave me a long blow job stopping as I
got to the edge, then she continued and I felt my spunk build up
and shoot with great force to immediately start a pulsing spasm
which went on and on subsiding to leave a dull pain in my groin.
She looked me in the eyes saying: "my that was good, no spunk in
my mouth and I could feel your spunk bursting to get out but I
will decide when to let it out."

That was the start of her domination which over the years got us
into sounds penis plugs, whipping and many other forms of sex
play.

She always stops my spunk when I shoot and loves to plug my
urethra for long periods, and also to play with sounds. I have
never had any serious problem despite the occasional bleed which
heals pretty quick.

She likes to put a leather glove on her left hand grasp my shaft
tight so my circumscribed glans bulges. Then with her right hand
using a small flogger whips my glans until it is cut and
bruised, which takes several weeks to heal.

She is always looking for new ideas to try out so any
suggestions would be welcomed.

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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-eight
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:26:40 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-eight - At Work

It was Friday afternoon and I received a call in my office.
Sally said: "Peggy wants to see you NOW".

I said: "Yes Miss Sally, I'll be right there."

I went up to the executive floor and curtsied to Sally. Normally
Sally requires me to stand facing the wall for periods of time,
but today I was allowed to go into Peggy's office directly.

My wife was there also, I curtsied twice to the two ladies. I
stood. Sarah said: "As you know Betty," [referring to her
sister], "is not doing very well. I decided we will move her in
with us. I want you to go up there, clean up her house, get rid
of her stuff, sell her house and move her down with us."

Peggy said, "We can let you go for three weeks."

Sarah said: "That should be enough time."

I said: "When do I go;" Most people would want a discussion
about the merits of doing this, the problems, etc but I'm not
allowed to ask questions.

Sarah said: "You will leave tomorrow morning."

Peggy said: "Thank you Jim, we will miss you."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy and Miss Sarah;" I curtsied twice
and left.

I curtsied to Sally on the way out.

Sally said: "I want you facing the wall under the clock."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And I walked over and stood facing the wall
with Sally watching me in case I moved or started singing or
whatever.

After a long time Sally said: "You have an appointment at four-
thirty and it's four twenty-five;" She was referring to my
toilet cleaning schedule.

I curtsied again and hurried to the Women's toilet. I had
cleaned it three hours earlier and there was some paper on the
floor. I swept and mopped the floor, cleaned the sink bowls and
the counters and the mirrors. I took inventory of the female
products that I keep in stock.

It was almost 5 pm., so I hurried up the steps and into Carmen's
cubicle. She wasn't there so I stood facing her cubicle wall. If
she went home, I might be here all night, her rules.

After a few minutes she arrived.

I gave her the inventory I had taken and told her I would be out
for as much as three weeks. Evidently she had already been told.
She said: "Why would it take three weeks."

I said: "Because Miss Peggy and Sarah said it would take three
weeks."

Carmen said: "I'm the manager here and I say it doesn't take
three weeks, and I think you're trying to get out of working."

I said: "How long will it take me Miss Carmen?"

She said: "Ten days at the max."

I said: "How big is Betty's house, Have you met her?"

She said: "You're arguing with me, do you want me to call your
wife?"

"No Miss Carmen," I said.

She said: "You can't go for three weeks; I will let you go for
ten days counting the weekends."

I hung my head: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Don't pout or I'll really call your wife; I'll give
you an extra day."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

On the way home with my wife, I mentioned that Carmen changed
the amount of time. Sarah said: "I thought three weeks was too
long. You don't want to be alone with Betty that long."

So what I was going to do in three weeks was going to be done in
ten days.

I said: "Miss Sarah how much stuff is Betty bringing with her?"

She said: "You'll have to see what she has."

I said: "Where will we put her in our house?"

She said: "I want you to figure that out."

I said: "Do I have air tickets or will I drive?" I thought this
was easy.

She said: "I didn't know exactly when you were leaving. You're
asking lots of questions."

I was getting nervous asking another question. In general I'm
not allowed to ask questions because I become either impertinent
for which I get punished or tiresome for which I get punished.
I'd already asked three which weren't answered.

We have a system where when I make decisions, I take all the
blame if things go wrong, and never get any credit when they
work. So I decided to rent a small truck and drive it. I learned
it was only two hundred and thirty miles. It sounded like it
would be easy. I would fill the truck with what Betty wanted and
drive her and the stuff back. I hadn't seen her since we got
married nearly eight years ago.

Sarah disturbed my reverie with: "Please try to obey her, she is
very demanding."

How will I pack her up and dispose of her stuff if I have to
obey her? I tried to ask that diplomatically: "Miss Sarah, what
will be my role with her?"

Sarah said: "You're going to help her. I told her you were very
well trained and would be obedient."

Sarah said: "You've been asking too many questions. Tell mom to
remind you not to be so tiresome."

I said: "Yes ma'am." That meant that I will end up being caned
after dinner. When will I learn?

I prepared dinner and served it. I stood while the ladies ate
and chatted. I kept filling up the wine glasses hoping my
goddesses would be in a good mood. They put their forks and
knives on their plates signalling me to remove them.

Sarah said: "We'll have some wine in the family room." I took
the glasses and the wine and refilled the glasses.

I cleaned the dining room and kitchen. Friday nights I ironed
underwear that I hand washed on Thursday night. I set up the
ironing board next to the television so the ladies could watch
me and the TV at the same time. I ironed panties, brassieres,
garters and folded stockings and pantyhose. It took nearly an
hour; next I put the freshly ironed and folded lingerie away. I
also put away the ironing board and iron. I returned to the
family room to pour more wine.

Kathleen said: "Jim put yourself into the stocks. I will be
there shortly."

Well I didn't pour enough wine. I was going to get a beating for
asking what Sarah knew about her sister. I would try Kathleen.

I stripped naked except for my penis corset which is locked on
and Kathleen and Sarah have the keys. I fastened my ankles with
the strap and buckle. Until they were snug and leaned over the
center bar and put my hands and head into the cutouts.

Kathleen came along sometime later, perhaps half an hour. She
closed the top half of the pillory locking my hands and head,
and she fastened the leather strap fastening my chest to the
crossbar. I was totally immobilized.

Kathleen said: "Sarah doesn't like to be questioned."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "I'm going to make sure you regret questioning
her."

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

Kathleen said: "What were you asking about."

I said: "I'm going to pick up Betty and move her here, I'm
leaving tomorrow. What will be my role, where will we put her,
what financial support will she need, etc?"

Kathleen moved a chair so she sat in front of me. She's in her
late forties and a little plump, but sitting in the chair, I
looked at her lap, skirt pulled up several inches above her
knees, made shiny by her stockings, a leather strap lying
across; I found her sexy.

Kathleen said: "Betty is a difficult person; Sarah thinks you
can do anything, but Betty will be a challenge. She was the
reason I first began reading about Fem-Dom. She ruled her former
husband with an iron hand. Unlike you he had no desire for it. I
think that's why Sarah didn't want to talk about it."

She said: "Moving her here is not my first choice. But we have
to do it, so we're depending on our Jim."

She got up and shook out the strap and folded it in half.

She said: "Let's not forget why we're here."

Next thing, I knew was an explosion on my butt. The pain took my
breath away, I had to inhale again before I could say: "Thank
you Miss Kathleen, one."

The second one was harder: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, two."

They were so hard, I was going to beg her to lighten up, but
before I could say anything another one landed, and I knew she
would give it to me again if I didn't get out:

"Thank you Miss Kathleen, three."...

Eventually... "Thank you Miss Kathleen, ten." Then it stopped.

Kathleen said: "I'll give you a very generous option. If you
promise to think about not being tiresome for the next hour,
I'll spare you the next ten strokes I was going to give you."

I would have promised anything to stop that strap. I said:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen, I will concentrate on not being
tedious for the next hour."

Then Kathleen kissed my forehead. She turned off the lights,
closed the door and left me.

I promised, but what had I done, I could tell Sarah was being
evasive. I guess I can't press on no matter how urgently I need
the information. I gave Sarah the right to do as she wished as a
condition of not leaving me. If she wishes not to answer my
questions then that was part of the bargain. So I guess I was
tedious. Honestly I thought about this for an hour.

Sarah came in and released me by flipping up the hasp. I undid
the ankle straps and fell to my knees.

Sarah rubbed my hair and face she said: "My poor baby, did I
make you suffer?"

I said: "No Miss Sarah, not more than I deserved."

She bent over and kissed and hugged me with urgent passion. I
would have liked to suggest we take it to our bedroom, but I've
learned that I can ruin everything by talking. We hugged and it
seemed like we were going to do it on the rug in the discipline
room when Sarah said: "Let's go upstairs." I abandoned my
clothes and followed her.

She said: "Undress me."

I unbuckled her shoes and took them off; I pulled down her
pantyhose and then her panties, then I pulled the dress up over
her head and finally unbuckled her bra.

My wife is beautiful and I am so much in love with her. She has
moved onto a pedestal that is guarded by her mother. Climbing
this pedestal to be here with her has become a rare delight. I
no longer take her, I offer myself to her. I have to be
sensitive to her mood and be responsive but not aggressive. I
haven't mastered all this yet.

She was naked; I was naked save a corset on my tool. She pushed
me down on the bed, and she straddled my face. My tongue had
access to her pussy and my nose was proximal to her ass, air was
somewhere else. She had the key to my corset and was unlocking
it. My tool did not disappoint. Considering where my face was,
how could it?

I put my tongue to work and tried to suppress my excitement,
Sarah was giving me a BJ while I was licking and sucking on her
pussy. The hard part is not getting as excited as this was
exciting. I would lick her all night but I did not want to come
before her. That was it, lick her all night, and suck and inhale
her aroma and suck and lick and lo and behold her thighs
tightened around my head her hands squeezed my cock and she
shuddered and I exploded. But I kept licking and sucking, she
was getting tissues, and I kept licking and sucking and she
settled back on my face and I kept going, I could do it all
night, she squeezed my head between her thighs and made a little
screeching noise but I didn't stop until she got off.

We cuddled. It's very nice not to sleep handcuffed. I counted
the ways one - no sore shoulder, two - you can pull the cover
up, three - you can cuddle your baby, four - you can get up in
the morning and make coffee and breakfast.

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Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2010 02:11:57 +0100
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello,

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DOMestic via updates (or Tweets) on Twitter.

So you can now follow DOMesticFemDom on Twitter at:-

http://twitter.com/DOMesticFemDom

DOMestic is now a Tweeter.

I previously wrote:

"You twitter if you want to. The Lady's not for twittering!"

And I stand by that, I have no plans to indulge in idle
twittering about my daily life.

However I also wrote:-

"if you think you can say anything serious and worthwhile in
less that 140 characters, you are probably wrong"

And I now see I was both wrong and right, DOMestic can say
something worthwhile. We can say with a short Tweet with a link:-

"Hey, come look at what's happening, somebody just said
something, and it's usually worthwhile to check out what's being
said on on DOMestic"

Thanks also to David who has set up a system which now means
that every time you post a message on DOMestic a Tweet will
automatically go out via Twitter letting our followers know that
there is something new happening on DOMestic.

I hope that this will also bring lots of new interesting posts
from Twitterers and make the DOMesticFemDom page on Twitter a
valuable page for you. Please follow DOMesticFemDom at:-

http://twitter.com/DOMesticFemDom

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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she loves to plug my penis and whip my glans

Date: 22 Sep 2010 11:42:18 -0000
From: Evadtayl

I loved blow jobs, but my girl hated the spunk in her mouth.
Then on one occasion she gave me a long blow job stopping as I
got to the edge, then she continued and I felt my spunk build up
and shoot with great force to immediately start a pulsing spasm
which went on and on subsiding to leave a dull pain in my groin.
She looked me in the eyes saying: "my that was good, no spunk in
my mouth and I could feel your spunk bursting to get out but I
will decide when to let it out."

That was the start of her domination which over the years got us
into sounds penis plugs, whipping and many other forms of sex
play.

She always stops my spunk when I shoot and loves to plug my
urethra for long periods, and also to play with sounds. I have
never had any serious problem despite the occasional bleed which
heals pretty quick.

She likes to put a leather glove on her left hand grasp my shaft
tight so my circumscribed glans bulges. Then with her right hand
using a small flogger whips my glans until it is cut and
bruised, which takes several weeks to heal.

She is always looking for new ideas to try out so any
suggestions would be welcomed.

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The Puppy Play Pride Symbol

From: "Christine" at u4ds.com / MsChristine.com
Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2010 04:39:02 +0100

Hello quitodoux,

In "codifying kinkiness (for doggies)" you wrote:

>now i am an oldie and my type of kinkiness seems not to be
>very appreciated in the bdsm world

Welcome back, I remember you from the early days of DOMestic and your consistent interest in being a "doggy" although nowadays that is becoming known as "puppy play".

Puppies can be quite demanding creatures, so it can take a very
special bond between two people before a lady is prepared to
give the time and attention that a doggy demands.