DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I realized that staying in bed is sometimes called sleeping in
and I didn't have permission for that either. Yesterday she said
I had permission to make breakfast and clean the kitchen. She
neither said only then or forever. On the other hand she has
given me permissions limited to the afternoon.

I decided to assume I had permission and got up made coffee,
cleaned up what little was sitting around and made eggs Benedict
without the additional egg yolks in the sauce. With the other
half of the grape fruit sectored; breakfast was ready. I took
the goddess coffee.

Betty woke and said: "I smell coffee, who made the coffee?"

I said as nonchalantly as I could: "I did Miss Betty."

She said: "What else did you do?"

I said in the same casual way: "I made breakfast and cleaned the
kitchen."

She said: "Did I give you permission?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, you told me yesterday I could make breakfast
and clean the kitchen."

Betty said: "Okay, you did not disobey me, you're just stupid.
You see why it's best to lock you up, you can't get into
trouble. The problem you have made for me is that I'm not giving
you a hard thrashing for making me breakfast. But you have
broken my most basic rule for the third time in two days. You
are incorrigible. Maybe the strap or cane will help you change.
Now consider yourself under punishment."

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

I got her robe and put it on her. She went to the toilet and I
patted her dry. We went into the kitchen and I served her the
grapefruit and warmed up the coffee, I nuked the sauce and
toasted the muffins and heated up the bacon. The poached eggs
were in the oven. I served it to her. She liked it a lot. She
ate both eggs.

I stood by hoping she would stop being angry.

Betty said: "While you are under my punishment you may not look
at me or talk except to answer me. You may drink water but you
may not eat anything at all. Also you may not kiss my feet when
you report. Normally you would be in restraints but I want you
to work."

She still had a fork in her hand. I was waiting to remove her
plate. I wanted to do something for her. I wanted to say
something but she said I couldn't talk. I peeked out of the
corner of my eye at her face and she looked unhappy.

Betty said: "Clean this up and then go stand in the corner."

I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am." I put my hands on my head. I
heard her moving around.

Then I heard her bell, so I moved next to her chair and curtsied
and then stood at attention.

She said: "You're not under my control; you do anything you want
to."

I said: "I only want to do what you want;" I thought that would
be better than to argue the point that she gave ambiguous
instructions.

She said: "How do you know what I want?"

I said: "Mostly because you tell me."

She said: "What else?"

I said: "I use my brain, I remember what you like; I know in
general what most people like and my experience."

She said: "I punished you twice for doing things that I didn't
give permission."

I said: "Miss Betty, I believe I have to do whatever you tell
me. I believe that I can't wake you up and ask permission to fix
coffee. I believe that I can't just lie around in bed in the
morning and do nothing without instructions from you. I think
and here is where I get into trouble that you would be happier
with me if you had a warm cup of coffee than not."

Betty said: "Are you afraid I'm going to beat you?"

I said: "Yes ma'am; that is frightening, but I will happily take
all the beatings you want to give to get your forgiveness."

Betty said: "Get me more coffee then go back into the corner."

I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" got the coffee for her,
presented it and curtsied again and went to stand in the corner.

Betty said: "What you do for me is all good. Last night I looked
good and I had a whole new experience of being attractive and
you did that and I'm grateful. But what we have here is a
struggle of who is the master and who is the slave. If you went
into the kitchen and ate some cheese after I told you not to, I
would have no problem thrashing you until you're unconscious.
But I have a problem with beating you for doing something nice
for me. And I have a problem that you do things without
permission. So should I give you the strap?"

Betty said: "Answer me."

I said: "Miss Betty, I'm standing in the corner because you told
me to. I do what you tell me to do."

Betty said: "No moving or talking." I heard her go into her
bedroom. Then she came back.

Betty said: "I want to feel that I control you completely. That
control comes from knowing that what you are doing is because I
let you do it. First you're a wonderful guy. But I cannot accept
you doing whatever you want. I think if I had the time and you
were willing I could make over your attitude. But since you
aren't mine, and I don't want to damage your skin too much, and
you have a lot of work to do. I'm going to give up. You have
permission to get up in the morning and make coffee, make
breakfast, clean the kitchen, bathroom or any other room, or do
any productive work you want to and you can buy me all the
presents you want, from now until we move into Sarah's house.
Okay you won."

I said: "Miss Betty, I can hear you're disappointed with me.
What can I do?"

Betty said: "Be yourself: I will talk to Sarah and maybe they
will put you in my hands for a while and we can change you. I'm
going to lay back and enjoy your company for the remainder of
this move. That doesn't mean you can do anything you want. I'm
just cutting you some slack in the morning while I'm sleeping.
The alternative is to lock you in the discipline room. But then
who doesn't get coffee and breakfast served to them in the
morning?"

I felt sadder than before. I have defeated this goddess. I said:
"Please don't give up on me. Abandoning me is worse than any
discipline."

Betty came up behind me and said: "Cheer up Jim, like you said,
I told you to stand here and you're standing here. For doing
what I tell you, I'll give you an A+ and I love you for that.
Taking you the way you are is a joy. If my sister wants me to
work on you, then I will; I don't think you would describe that
an enjoyable experience but you need it."

I stood for a while, maybe 30 minutes.

Betty rang her bell and I moved from the corner to next to her
chair, curtsied and then stood at attention; she was wearing a
black teddy and had a black strap in her hand. I'm not supposed
to move while I'm waiting but I wanted to get on my knees.

Betty said: "Are you disappointed that you didn't get the
strap?"

I said: "Miss Betty my joy is pleasing you however I can."

Betty said: "I see how you seduce us ladies. But someday I will
take you to a place where your only joy will be not suffering
pain. You will gaze at me with fear not desire like you are now.
But we can't do that here and now."

Betty said: "Lie across this chair. You know the drill, if you
move I will tie you down and start over with double the count.
No matter how much it hurts, remember it could hurt a lot more."

I heard her grunt, and then an explosion in my body like a five
hundred volt electric shock. It traveled from my butt through my
whole body to my brain. Nobody had ever struck me like that. I
was breathless but I managed: "Thank you Miss Betty one."

In midst of my count I got another similar stroke, I can't stand
this. It's inhuman. I wanted to run away. I said: "Thank you
Miss Betty two. Please no more."

Betty said: "You're begging after two strokes, imagine being
tied down and getting fifty." And I heard her grunt again and
another explosion.

I began crying: "Thank you Miss Betty, three. I really can't
take this."

Betty said: "I'm just warming up. You have to take it. You have
no choice."

The next stroke went vertical and hit my butt and the back of my
left leg, the whole area was on fire and it really hurt: "Thank
you Miss Betty three, Pleeeeze I will never disappoint you
again."

Betty said: "Very nice, but after I give you a few hundred of
these I will be more willing to believe you."

Another grunt and it was another vertical stroke on the other
side, my right leg reflexively folded and I almost fell but I
hung on with my hands: "Thank you Miss Betty four. Not so hard
please ma'am."

Unh... Thwack

I could feel Betty exerting herself next to me: I exploded with
pain like on the first stroke: "Thank you Miss Betty, five,
please please no more I just can't take this."

Unh.. Thwack.

My right side right on top, it must be cut open and bleeding:
"Thank you Miss Betty six but that's enough I think I'm
bleeding."

Unh... Thwack

My left side again and it's bleeding. "Thank you Miss Betty
seven. We shouldn't get blood on the floor here."

Betty said: "I'm not worried, you'll clean it up." She grunted
and... Thwack.

That was really hard; I'm in so much pain: "Thank you Miss Betty
eight. I will never disappoint you again."

Betty said: "Nice to hear, say it again." Betty grunted and
struck.

I have so much respect for this woman. "Thank you Miss Betty
nine. I will never disappoint you again."

Betty grunted and it thwacked so hard I fell forward: "Thank you
Miss Betty ten. I love you so much."

Betty laughed: "You see how a little whipping changes your
perspective. Imagine hours of this with nothing to look forward
to but hours more of pain. I would love to take you through that
experience; get back into the corner and no moving."

I curtsied and I wanted to stare but it wasn't allowed so I
shuffled back into the corner, my skin hurt when I straightened
my knees.

A minute later Betty took my hands and handcuffed them behind
me. I'd had no water or food that morning and I was still not
dressed. She called that a little whipping but it really changed
me. I don't know how I could have disappointed Betty. What was I
thinking?

How can my point of view change like this? I wondered. Betty
looked so attractive in her black teddy. After what I guess is
an hour of mulling over this again and again. Betty unlocked the
handcuffs and guided me down on my knees in front of her chair
where she sits.

She looks so beautiful and majestic and refreshed. I've been
crying, my nose has been running and I haven't shaved and I'm
hungry and thirsty and I need to go to the bathroom. She is so
powerful and I am a defeated cur.

She took a Kleenex and dried my face. I said: "May I kiss your
feet?"

Betty said: "That would be nice; your punishment is over now.
You can get something to eat. Or maybe you would like what's
here."

This was the most welcome invitation in my life. I kissed her
toes, legs, knees, thighs and I kept kissing her thighs. Betty
reached down and unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and she
grabbed my hair and placed my head into her pussy. I so love
this lady.

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Craigslist callers responded to our ads. We had multiple callers
for each item we advertised; mainly because I set the prices
very low.

I had to take the restraints off the bed in the discipline room.
A prospective buyer was coming to look at the bed and dresser.

I was negotiating with a speculator who was considering buying
the place. He was making a low offer but he was willing to take
the place as is.

I also had contractors bidding on painting and concrete work to
the front walkway. I estimated that the low offer was not much
lower than the price minus the agents' fees minus the repairs
and likely carrying costs for three to six months.

Carrying costs for a year made the offer price a wash. Housing
prices were not actually going up; there were too many houses on
the market. Betty elected to accept the offer.

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