DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Date: 10 Feb 2011 21:31:07 -0000
From: Brendan E.

Re: "Naked male clothed female"

This reminds me of the fantastic relationship I had and still
have with the "The Girl Who Spanked In Street Clothes."

A few years back, before the internet, I answered this magazine
ad: "Lady likes to spank up-turned bottoms. No charge. Spanker
wears street clothes. No sex."

It appeared in a south Florida dominant magazine. The simplicity
and uniqueness of this ad gnawed at my soul.

I called, saying, "I thrill to serve a woman who truly relishes
her dominant role."

She said I could come over at 1:00 pm. She ended with "I wear no
fetish garments and there is no sex."

Well now, my interest was really whetted. I knocked at 1:00pm on
the dot. An attractive lady of about twenty-seven greeted me
with a friendly warm smile.

"Sit down. Tell me why you seek a woman to spank you."

"I am an experienced submissive. Playing slave to a demanding
lady is my thing I serve Mistress Elizabeth on a regular basis
and others from time to time. There is no real sex, intercourse
that is, but it is certainly a sexual thrill for both of us. The
routine varies, so I never know what is coming next. I cannot
take really brutal whippings. She knows about what I can take.
She ties me now. There are always copious tears, but seldom my
'safe word'. Then its other games, humiliation, exhibition, body
worship, etcetera."

"Why does she tie you?"

"It adds so much. It brings the tingly goose bumps."

"Now, your turn," she offered.

"Connie, do you really love to spank a man?"

"Oh yes, Yes indeed. I just love it."

"What would you spank me with?"

She jumped up. "I'll show you." She returned with a ping pong
paddle, a cock whip, and a cut off leather belt. "I also use my
bare hands and my fingers. I like to pinch." Her eyes fairly
twinkled.

"Can you play the haughty demanding Mistress bit?"

"I have never played Mistress and slave, so far I've just been
spanking. But I think I could play a demanding Goddess role with
just a little coaching."

"How long have you been into spanking, Connie?"

"Only a couple of months. I learned my sister spanks her boy
friend, Kermit. One Saturday night after dinner she said:-

'And now for desert, just for you Kermit, I have invited Connie
to watch our game tonight.'

'Wonderful.'

'Strip, strut!' she ordered.

He pranced, wonderfully naked now. It bobbed, up down and all
around.

'Present yourself.'

He stood directly before her, cupping 'them' as if presenting a
jewelled treasure. In awe I watched. With a one-eighth inch-
thick rope she so quickly bound 'them'. They jutted in a 'bob'.
She wrapped 'it' tightly at the base, perhaps four turns,
leaving about thirty inches dangling.

'Dance and beg!' She barked. I was shocked. But what a
delightful display, 'it' grew so marvelously and so quickly. He
beseeched 'use me well dear Goddess Janice.' Agog, I stared
mesmerized."

"Some sexual excitement too, I suppose."

"Well, well yes. I had never seen a naked man used this way. It
was not just a spanking. Barely four feet away, my eyes riveted
on his roped package, she worked him. This man that I knew so
well, in such positions, and Sister at him with ardor and
expertise.

My soul came alive. Her left hand grasped, squeezed, and yanked
as the other flailed. I was invited to take a turn at him.
Kneeling low, ass high, he was a most inviting target. I
hesitated, then whopped those lovely inviting ass cheeks. Then
lower thighs. For the life of me I cannot explain it, my
adrenalin surged.

'Use both hands,' Sister exhorted.

Again I hesitated! I touched lightly then I grasped 'them',
squeezed 'them', then gripping 'it' firmly, I pulled him close.
His eyes betrayed extreme excitement. I kissed him lightly. The
whip fell. We embraced, kissing passionately. I savored every
moment.

Later we discussed it. He said my watching added so much, and
that my participation sent him soaring. I stammered, 'I don't
understand it' but I loved it all. And the kissing, Yes the
kissing.

'Connie, you to ought to try the other side - the submissive
bit.'

I made no comment, but gave him my best smile. He gave me a book
to read."

Her evident joy in participating in the scene with Kermit, and
the vivid descriptions started my arousal. I tried to remain
calm saying, "The 'street clothes' hooked me. Why?"

"I did not want to be thought a prostitute. I have no fetish
costumes."

"How long have you been spanking?"

"A couple of months. I have had many men call and two women. I
have had much conversation. There were two no shows. You are my
third."

"Did you offer yourself as a submissive with Joy and Kermit?"

"Yes, we did a night of it. It was good too, but I love the
power, and besides that is another story. What about it, are you
ready?"

"Yes Connie, I am ready."

"Let me hear the oath you take with Mistress Elizabeth."

I Knelt...

"Connie, Goddess of my dreams, I promise to abjectly obey. I am
your abject total slave until you end this session. So help me
God! Amen!"

"I like that."

"Now I am morphed into your helpless slave. I have pledged my
sacred honor to obey. I tingle with anticipation.. The whip I
dread, but I love the fantasy of a slow painful erotic whipping
by a gleeful demanding lady."

"Um, what? What's that?"

I could tell she was excited.

"Kneel! Sit! Kiss my bare toes. Suck my left big toe. Light my
cigarette." She barked orders.

I complied quickly, down to the last detail with 'dedicated-
slave' ardor.

She sat down motioning me to stand in front. "Um, yes. You, my
gift-horse slave, are to be inspected, tested. And used as I saw
Sister demonstrate. Take off all your clothes."

Buck naked, and this mesmerizing creature staring at my
enlarging cock, I felt the surging pleasures of the true
submissive, as the 'good session' begins.

"Face away hands clasping neck."

I felt finger tips below, then lower, then the full hand clasped
'both of them' hard, then twisted.

"Now fingers to floor, straighten the knees."

The hand was not removed, I struggled to comply. It seemed 'they
both' might come loose in her hand. She was indeed learning
fast. Pain, humiliation, but what a wonderful sensation.

"Now face me" She knelt, staring, eyes only inches away from
'it'. She thumped 'it' hard. She giggled, slapping 'it' with the
back of her hand. Finger-nails dug in.

I winced.

"Be still slave."

Then slowly, ever so slowly she extracted three curly red hairs
from 'it's root.' Again the gleeful girlish giggle.

A cascade of blows befell my upthrust ass. Hair brush, paddle
and belt each seared my backside. Tears flowed, I was balling.

"Get up cry baby. Now, slave, I want to get into your head. Pour
out your soul. Your inner thoughts just now. Your special yens.
Describe the past good sessions you still savor. I have been
around the block but I am rather lacking in bdsm techniques. I
want a crash course. Be not modest, use the nitty-gritty earthy
words of uninhibited lovers."

For a full hour I complied. I thought the session about over.

"Brendan, dear slave, have you ever heard of 'Venus In Furs'"

"Sure, it's the bible - the modern genesis of this game."

"Kermit gave it to me after my first eye-witness scene with
Sister. Remember, in 'Venus' Wanda took her man to Italy, where
slavery was still legal. And there he consented to become her
legal slave. Then she whipped and humiliated him with satanical
vengeance. Didn't you just love it."

"Yes, it was pretty extreme. But I loved it all."

"And Brendan, you just pledged yourself my abject slave until I
ended the session, did you not?"

"Indeed I did, and I have loved every minute of it."

"And dear Brendan, slave, this session is not over. You will
stay with me. I need practice. Later we shall perform for Sister
and Kermit. And I yearn to display you in front of a few
others."

After one week she ended the session.

This was the beginning of a very long friendship that continues
as I write.

Brendan E

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From: Boz 4444
Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 14:33:52 +0000

The Prisoner, by Will Cane

Chapter 82

Members can read 81 previous episodes at:-
http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/sc.htm#willcane

It was only a matter of days before the ladies of the coffee
morning and many others had implemented the suggestions made by
Wardress Sinclair.

The leather punishment straps had been ordered and delivered
with the necessary oils for the intended recipients to rub in on
a daily basis. The straps were each hung close to the prisoner's
bed with the date and time of the next application. One owner
had even supplied a large calendar and told her servant to
ensure she ticked off each day with the punishment days ringed
in red felt tip. And each day the strap required oiling, even on
the day of application.

Some owners decided on an early start for the time of the
maintenance beating. One prisoner was required to wake his owner
at 6 am., and with him naked on her bed she laid on the strap in
her night dress and with bleary eyes... but... full force.
Others chose more civilised times, purely for their own
convenience.

One example was a Mrs Redfern, a forty year old local councillor
who had managed to acquire a young 20 year old male university
student. Her husband had left her and she had spent some of his
alimony in bribing an official to lay her hands on one of the
younger ones. "The boy," as she called him had been with her for
a few days that were for him blissfully free of any punishments.
Then a large parcel of equipment arrived that would, as she put
it, "enable her to train him properly".

She kept him dressed in jeans, trainers and an open necked shirt
for the sake of propriety in case anyone visited. Once she had
become used to having him in the house addressing her as
"Madam", her confidence grew and she was ready to reveal her
true nature.

She had previously worked as a librarian and still retained the
dowdy look so common in that profession. Greying swept back
hair, round rimless glasses and despite a heavy but well
breasted body a rather pudding face had never made it easy for
her to find boyfriends... but now her search was over as this
one could be modelled to comply with every fantasy. She
cancelled her membership of weight watchers as she now planned
to spend more time indoors.

It was Friday night when she lay the implements that she had
just received on the kitchen table and called him in to stand in
front of her.

She was not particularly sadistic by nature but had always
wanted to be in a position of authority over a male and
instinctively knew that inflicting pain was a sure way to ensure
obedience.

The boy stared nervously at the items on the table. Until then
he had hoped that he was with one of the rare owners who simply
used the prisoners for household duties but now he realised that
the humiliations and pain he experienced in the Correctional
Centre were to be continued.

She told him that she had been far from satisfied with his
behaviour and manners since his arrival and that she was now
about to deal with that. He had yet to be examined so he was to
strip naked in front of her.

This had happened countless times in the Centre, but it all
seemed very strange to be doing it in front of what was
obviously a housewife and in her own kitchen. He knew better
than to question an order and removed first his shirt, then
trousers, socks and trainers. Finally he slipped his small
underpants off and, without being told, sprang to the 'present'
position.

He was taller than Mrs Redfern and well built with an athletic
body that had been well exposed to the sun even in the
Correctional Centre. The white area of his buttocks were still
marked by thick bruise lines where he had obviously been caned
before leaving for this house. She had heard that he had been
abused by several of the wardresses and always seemed to benefit
from firm rather than kind handling. As expected, the
embarrassment of being exposed started his penis to erect.

She motioned for him to stand closer, then reached forward to
grasp his penis with some force.

"From your report I note that this has been the cause of several
punishments when you were in the Centre. Several times you were
up for a beating because of your inability to keep it in check.
I have considered whether to put it in restriction but then
decided that it would be more fun to leave it free to behave or
misbehave... as your self control should dictate. You will keep
the head uncovered at all times while you are here!"

She harshly pushed the foreskin fully back, making him flinch.

"And you had better keep it clean and deflated whenever I see or
inspect it. Furthermore, I shouldn't have to mention that any
failure to attend to it's hygiene will also irritate me... and
believe me boy... .you really don't want to do that!"

She moved her hand away.

"I will overlook this little stiffy of yours on this one
occasion and I don't have time to carry out a full check of your
other genitalia right this moment as it is time for your
Maintenance Beating. I will lay this on every Friday night at
precisely 8pm."

She picked up the new, light brown stiff and inflexible strap
and drew it lovingly through her left fingers.

"This is new and stiff so expect the edges to leave a few weals.
It will be in your own interest to rub some oil into the leather
over the next week so that it will be a little more supple
before your next 'Maintenance'. Now to the rules that you will
follow every Friday night in preparation for your beating:

At precisely 7.30pm you will go upstairs. Strip, and take a
thorough shower. This will be using just the cold tap and I will
check to ensure that you do not use any hot water whatsoever.
All heating will be turned off in the bathroom and both the
windows will be wide open. You will not use a towel to dry
yourself but instead you will stand in the draught from the
windows until you are reasonably dry.

At exactly 7.55pm you will stand outside the small bedroom which
has been adapted into a punishment room where you will receive
any disciplines you have earned. You will stand on the white
disc that I have placed near the wall at the 'present' position
no matter how much you are shivering with the cold.

At 8pm I will call you into the room and lock the door behind
you. Without being told you will then kneel on all fours on the
leather bench and await your beating.

In accordance with the rules for Maintenance Beatings you will
not be secured and must remain in position until I tell you to
stand. Any penalty strokes will then be announced and you will
resume the position to take them."

She then added ominously that any other punishments that had
been earned in the preceding 24 hours would then be inflicted.

"It is now 7.30 boy. Get yourself upstairs to the bathroom and
start your shower. I will be in the punishment room preparing
the equipment and will call you in at the appropriate time. You
can collect your clothes from down here later."

The young male nervously climbed the stairs and entered the
large bathroom. The windows were indeed fully open and the
temperature had dropped to the chill of the outside night air.
He noticed that a paper seal had been placed over the hot tap in
the shower cubicle so there was no way he would be even tempted
to increase the temperature of the water.

Bracing himself he opened the cold tap on the power shower and
was hit by a fierce deluge of ice cold water with a force that
stung his skin wherever it hit. He applied the soap as quickly
as he could and then moved around under the cold downwash to
remove it flinching as the needle jets hit his now exposed
glans.

He left the shower and stood as ordered on a mat next to the
windows. The breeze and his own hard rubbing with his hands soon
removed most of the water and the violent shivering that had
involuntary started displaced more. A short prison hair cut
helped to partially dry his head but it was a wet and shivering
male who took up the 'present' position awaiting the call.

When he was summoned into what had been designated as the
punishment room he marched in and took up a position on all
fours on a long wide leather bench eighteen inches from the
floor. Before he lowered himself he noted the bare white room
with the boards over the small window and the rack on the wall
which now contained the results of his owners on line shopping.
She stood dressed in a tight white shirt and wearing a short
black skirt, feet apart holding the new tawse in her hands ready
for the event to start.

She positioned the shivering male with knees wide and elbows
together with his buttocks well back and his back dipped.

"I would advise against any form of protest be it verbal or
unnecessary movement. You should bear in mind that the standard
dose is merely eight lashes but any fault in accepting that
punishment will result in penalty strokes and the number of
those is entirely at my discretion. We will now start."

Determined to make every stroke count she moved round to his
side and raised the strap over her right shoulder. Pausing only
to inhale a deep breath she brought it rapidly down to strike
across the centre of his buttocks with a loud "Thwack".

It took just a split second for the pain to hit his brain and
overcome the shivering urge. Instinctively he uttered a brief
expletive and forced himself to remain in the designated
position.

Each subsequent stroke was delivered with Mrs Redfern's full
weight and his buttocks were soon swathed with red bands of fire
with what would soon be sore lines as the edges of the
inflexibly new strap dug into the skin. The last stroke came low
down almost at the top of his thighs but somehow he held on,
desperate to avoid giving her a reason to inflict any penalty
strokes.

"Present!" came the order and he leapt to it thankful that the
ordeal was over. He held himself rigid and resisted the natural
urge to massage the searing pain away.

Mrs Redfern reached down and grasped his limp penis.

"I'm pleased to see that you are controlling this object at
least boy, but what a pity that you couldn't control your vocal
cords. I am disgusted that you should have used such a foul word
in my presence especially when I had warned you. I appreciate
that you are in some pain at the moment but I wouldn't be doing
my job if I didn't award some penalty points for the outburst.
Now let me see... there were four letters in that word... so
four extra strokes should be sufficient... unless of course you
misbehave again as I lay them on!"

He felt sick with fear. Having assumed that the punishment was
over it was hardly more than half way through. He wished that
she had strapped him down so that the option of moving was not
his. He knew that any refusal to hold his position would be
dealt with by laying on even more pain so knelt on the bench as
she directed, clenched his fists, forced his mouth tight and
waited.

To his surprise she lifted one leg and straddled him facing his
rear. He could feel the plump inside thighs brushing against
either side of his body as she inched her way down his spine.
She leant over and stroked the back of his right thigh with her
left hand resting her right hand holding the strap on his
buttocks.

"Two strokes down each thigh then boy... brace!"

She carefully and accurately laid two strokes down the sensitive
rears of each thigh from the still burning band at the top to
just above the inner fold of each knee. It hurt like hell but
her victim managed to remain in position helped by her weight on
his back.

She climbed off and ordered him back to the 'present' position.

His face and mouth indicated the pain level that the routine
punishment had achieved and the knowledge that this would be
repeated every week at the same time for no reason other than
policy didn't help. Fortunately his months in the Centre had
taught him that the only attitude to take was one of acceptance
and submission which he did his best to display as he waited to
hear whether she would deem the way he had taken the strap to be
sufficient or whether even more lashes would be laid on.

She smiled and said that he had been a good boy so she could now
move on to introducing him to the other implements.

"I intend to keep you on a tight rein so you will be meeting
these implements soon enough. So that you can appreciate the
need to keep in my good books I will let you feel a couple of
whacks from each of them. In view of the state of your buttocks
right now it is fortunate that this is just the start of my
collection, however, as I can't pretend that they will do
anything other than inflict considerable pain. We will start
with the small paddle which is normally applied to each buttock
in turn.

Back in position with your head well down backside properly
presented and knees together."

She leant over the reddened throbbing buttocks with the tear
shaped wooden paddle, raised it... and brought it down with a
loud slap on the right cheek. Slowly and precisely she then
repeated the blow to the other cheek.

His head was dizzy from the pain but he saw her stocking covered
legs as she moved around him to hang the paddle up and replace
it with the oblong board pierced with holes that would be next.

He could remember seeing that type used in the Centre on the
females with the larger meatier backsides. Whereas the smaller
one could be used for prolonged beatings, he knew that the
larger one impacted with some force over a wide area and so was
regarded as a really severe punishment that left wide and deep
bruising.

It was, and it certainly did... taking his pain to even higher
levels as the effect of the two heavy whacks soaked in.

Back, albeit still squirming, at the 'present' he had to watch
as Mrs Redfern systematically replaced the board on the hook and
took down the cane that was hanging there. She lovingly ran it
through her hands then bent it almost double to observe its
cruel flexibility. Finally she gave it a few full powered
swishes through the air.

"Mmmm so much pain for so little effort... which is why it has
been the favourite instrument of disciplinarians since time
began. You know boy, it can be plastic, leather covered or just
plain old fashioned bamboo like this. They all hurt like hell as
I'm sure you already know. You have felt it in the Centre I take
it?"

The nervous lad was made to tell her about his worst caning....

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How a young Chinese wardress who had it in for him contrived to
be the one who awarded an official punishment that he was due
and how, being given at the evening punishment session it was
videotaped and he was forced to watch it afterwards with her.

She was 18 years old and very slim with black hair in a long
plaited pigtail under her uniform hat and rimless glasses. She
walked around him checking that the straps that held him to the
caning frame were secure and that his legs were the correct
distance apart to spread the buttocks and that his back was
dipped tightening them. She then retrieved a soggy leather gag
from the floor where it had fallen when the previous victim, a
middle aged woman was released, forcing it into his mouth and
fastening the strap behind his head.

She looked towards the lady Governor who was heard to announce
the sentence:

"Miss Lee, please lay on 24 strokes with the grade two cane to
the buttocks and... and at your discretion, the thighs."

Miss Lee replied with a curt "Yes Madam," and removed her
uniform jacket then her tie handing them to the female prisoner
who was assisting her. She selected the cane from the rack,
swished it a few times to get the feel of it and then moved into
position to the rear and behind the waiting prisoner. She placed
her feet well apart to give herself balance, raised the cane
high over her right shoulder, raised herself on to the toes of
her uniform boots and brought it whistling down to lash into the
centre of the buttocks.

She considered herself rather privileged in being allowed to
thrash during a formal punishment session and was determined to
impress the Governor. She had decided not to lay the strokes
evenly but to concentrate them on a six inch wide band on the
lower part of the buttocks so that many of them would be
overlays. This technique was brutal rather than scientific and
always resulted in more pain for the victim and therefore more
credibility for herself.

The prisoner was soon screaming into his gag and the band of
cane strokes swelling to meet the next impact. Watching the
video, with his nates still throbbing made the boy relive the
entire event especially when the last four strokes were brought
slashing into the crease between the thighs and the buttocks.

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He was brought back to the present when Mrs Redfern asked what
happened post thrashing. The boy explained, blushing with shame
and embarrassment that he had to report to Miss Lee in her
apartment for what she described as a post-punishment
inspection.

Once he was stripped she did indeed check the state of his
buttocks and thighs with her sharp nails as he bent and grasped
his ankles. She then however told him that he would now be
obliged to "relax" her as she termed it or face further beating
from her personal strap that she had clipped to her waist.

He just couldn't face yet more pain so made no protest when she
led him into her bedroom, lay on the bed with her knees up and
thin legs well parted and pointed commandingly up her skirt. He
crawled up from the bottom of the bed towards the white pantied
crotch either side of which were the tops of the uniform
stockings and the suspenders that supported them.

At this point Mrs Redfern herself was blushing with lust more
than embarrassment and she indicated that he was to stand
astride the bench with his hands flat on the surface so that he
was almost bent double. The skin on his buttocks had already
tightened so he achieved the position with some difficulty.

"This will be two full strength strokes that will make the
paddle seem like love taps so you need to brace yourself against
irritating me and therefore needing further penalties boy."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her twist her hips as she
raised the cane and herself, then heard the ominous whirring
sound increasing as she un-twisted and then the impact across
the centre of his scorched buttocks. The pain was
indescribable... but it always was with the cane.

That, he thought as he forced himself to remain in position, was
why she was using it on him.

The second stroke followed almost immediately and at least it
wasn't an overlay he thought. But bad enough.

Within seconds he was back standing but this time Mrs Redfern
stood almost touching his stomach with her breast. She looked up
into his eyes.

"Perhaps boy, that is your last exposure to pain tonight... or
perhaps not. You will now have the chance of... as your Miss Lee
called it... relaxing me. If you behave and perform well... all
will be good. But if you don't you can expect to be back over
this bench for more of the same.

Do you understand?"

He most certainly did.

She lay on her back on the same bench that he had suffered on,
raised and parted her knees and he found himself yet again
moving up between the thighs looking at a plumper panty crotch.
However much as he was repelled by the idea of providing this
service to a much older woman he knew that refusal or even a
lack of enthusiasm could not be an option.

He had no idea but not far away another prisoner was being
abused against all the rules of this community service concept.

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A forty five year old female by the name of Susan had, until the
past year, been living in what she thought to be an ideal
marriage. Both her husband, who was in his forties and she both
worked in different professional occupations that guaranteed an
excellent income and luxurious life-style. She was a natural
blonde, five feet 6 inches tall and blessed with good looks that
had only just started to fade and perhaps, in her complacency,
she had started to lose the girly figure that men found so
attractive.

When she discovered her husband's involvement in an affair with
a girl less than half his age she was furious. Most of the money
in their relationship had been from her family trust fund so on
deciding to divorce him she felt confident that he would be the
loser when it came to the house and a distribution of funds.

And so it would have been had it not been for her outburst in
court: Everyone who knew her had been aware of a certain
arrogance to those she considered her inferiors and she was soon
being reprimanded by the Lady Judge, who had started the case
very much in support of the wronged wife, for outbursts
including calling the young girlfriend of her husband a slut and
a tart. Knowing the rules, the girlfriend did her best to play
the innocent, knowing that it would hurt and wind up the older
woman that she intended to replace.

The final outburst came when the Judge made a sympathetic remark
to the girl who had pretended to be innocent of her boy friend
even being married. At this point Mrs Lang completely lost it
and screamed at the Judge that she must be totally incompetent
and in siding with the girl friend, a useless bitch who should
be fired.

This was of course a civil rather than criminal court but the
status of the judge must never be questioned. Controlling her
temper the Lady Judge ordered her to be held pending the arrival
of the police and to be conveyed for trial under the new
regulations that dealt severely with anyone who questions female
authority.

At her trial before magistrates she did her best to apologise
and gain the sympathy of that court for the way in which she
would lose everything if they pronounced her guilty, She was,
after all, an innocent party.

The three magistrates were hardened to such pleas and determined
to uphold the integrity of the Judge. The verdict was Guilty and
the sentence was to be confined in the nearest Correctional
Centre for a period of not less than one year.

That one outburst, occasioned by the little girl lost attitude
of the girl friend had lost her everything. All her money and
all her property would now automatically be handed over to her
husband and she would be locked up in one of the hell-holes that
she had read about.

Her treatment within the Correctional Centre was no worse than
that of any of the other female prisoners. To a basically rather
naive and shy woman from a sheltered background it was
horrendous. The constant harassment and physical cruelty were
bad enough but she could not initially cope with the "personal
services" that the wardresses and occasional male warder
believed that they were entitled to enforce.

A few trips to the guardroom for unofficial thrashings and a
couple of formal beatings that marked her record changed her
attitude... at least outwardly to the point that she was
considered for work in the community.

Little did she know that her ex-husband's new wife had been
monitoring her progress through an old school friend who was on
the Centre Staff. As was usual in these corruption cases a large
sum of money, what had been her money, changed hands and she was
told that she would be released for work the next day, but given
no idea of who her new employer would be.

There was the usual routine medical that the centre Nurses made
as humiliating as possible followed by the by now traditional
thrashing in the guardroom by one of the policewomen. Dressed in
the prisoner school girl outfit she was stripped below the
waist, strapped down on the caning bench and twelve strokes laid
on hard across her naked buttocks by a buxom female police
sergeant. She entered the Centre transit van still sobbing and
clutching her few possessions.

She scarcely looked at the other prisoners as they sat with
their panties around their knees in the uncomfortable grills.
Needless to say, the male driver found every possible bump in
the road to add to their discomfort as their bruised bottoms
slammed down on the metal seats and they received frequent
blasts of ice cold or piping hot water to aid their hygiene
requirements.

One by one they were dropped off to their new owners, each
hoping that they had drawn a kind person in what they knew was
the lottery of allocation.

Had she been near a window Susan would have recognised the area
in which they were travelling, then the road. When she was
released and allowed to pull up her panties the female wardress
grasped her left arm tightly and led her out of the vehicle.

There are no words to describe the shock as she realised that
she was at what had been her house. She half stumbled to the
door and when it was opened by her ex-husband's new wife she
almost passed out and hoped that this was some horrid nightmare
from which she would soon awake.

It wasn't. With scarcely a glance the young wife signed the
formalities for the handover and the wardress left, leaving
Susan standing in the hallway with her new owner.

The new wife was aged just 22. Tall and slim with small breasts
and a pert young face surrounded by short dark hair. She was
casually dressed in jeans, trainers and a thin sweater. The
expression on her face was not that of a warm welcome.

"I understand that your surname before you married was Lang, so
that is what you will be called in this house. You will address
me as Miss Sophie and my husband as 'Sir'. Don't expect anything
but a hard time from both of us and I have my husband's
permission to inflict corporal punishment on you subject to his
final approval when he comes home.

This means that you may expect a punishment any evening when you
have displeased me. Additionally I have permission to use a
light strap on you at any time for minor offences. I think that
I will start by interviewing you on a formal basis so follow me
through into the study."

She led the way into a book lined room and sat in a comfortable
office chair behind a large desk. Lang was motioned to stand in
front of the desk on a small carpet that had been positioned for
the event.

"Stand to attention when you are in my presence until told
otherwise... and I won't tell you again that I require a curtsy
when you approach me or vice-versa."

Not wishing to antagonise the girl, Lang bobbed a curtsy and
stood rigidly at attention with her hands at her side, shoulders
back and feet together looking straight ahead as she had been
taught in the Centre.

There were the usual questions about her training and how many
punishments she had attracted. Then Sophie moved on to the
personal things concerning her new prisoner. First she asked
about the departure beating that she had received only a few
hours previous and whether it still hurt. Having been told that
it did, she ordered Lang to turn around and then part her legs
and bend fully over for inspection.

The poor woman could not believe that this was happening to her,
but she'd had the required level of obedience beaten into her at
the Centre so did as she was told, even though the skin covering
her backside was now tight and still hurt.

"Lift your skirt up over your back and grasp your ankles."

Her regulation white prison panties were now displayed with the
bruises and weals of what had obviously been a severe caning
extending either side of the panty seat.

"Stand up, remove your panties, hand them to me and then get
back into position."

Blushing deeply, Lang did as she was told and resumed her
position but now blatantly displayed to the young girl.

"Why aren't you shaved around your crotch Lang?" Sophie
enquired.

Bent almost double Lang explained that it was up to the wardress
in charge of a squad as to whether body hair would be allowed or
not. In the case of her squad no shaving was allowed.

"Mmmm well... we will have to discuss this with my husband and
see what his preference is for servant women. From where I am
sitting it looks straggly and untidy... but we will see."

She then stood, walked around the desk and proceeded to run her
fingers along each of the horizontal marks that the cane had
made. Several times she dug her sharp nails into a particularly
prominent weal at the lower part of the spread buttocks making
Lang gasp and flinch. She then ran her fingers down between the
thighs playing casually with the protruding inner lips of her
vulva. Suddenly she pinched the lips together and pulled down
hard exposing more of the crinkled flesh. Lang gasped and her
knees bent inwards slightly in reaction.

"Right girl, stand up and remove all your clothes for a proper
inspection."

Again, Lang could not believe that this was happening to her...
and in what had been her own house. However, the training she
had received over the past weeks from callous wardresses
prevented any form of rebellion and she quickly stripped naked
in front of the young girl.

At first Sophie ignored her as she carefully examined first her
panties then her brassiere for any marks.

"We will be cutting down on your underwear washing while you are
here Lang. As from now you will wear my cast off panties that I
have already worn... make sure you keep them clean. As to your
bra's... the chances of fitting udders your size into normal
underwear is zero, so you can wear some that I have bought for
you. You will only change your underwear when I tell you to. As
regards your toilet arrangements, you may only use one of the
bathrooms after I have visited the toilet that way we don't
waste valuable water on you. It will be up to you to request
permission each time.

As to bathing: I will let you know when you can bathe and as you
will be using my old bathwater that will save even more water
for the planet. During the night a bucket will be provided in
your room but I don't expect you to over-use it.

Is that clear?"

Lang, eyes down, muttered a "Yes Miss Sophie".

"Now... I understand that you have to undergo a full body cavity
search every so often in the Centre... so I don't see why you
should not have one here. This will be thorough and
uncomfortable and any attempt to resist me will be dealt with
later. Is that clear Lang?"

Without waiting for an answer Sophie picked up a pair of blue
latex gloves and slipped them on, then moved into a position
directly in front of the trembling woman. She ordered her to the
'present' position with hands on head and feet wide apart then
corrected it by pushing the elbows even further back.

"The purpose behind this position is that it gives me clear and
unobstructed access to your entire body... access that I intend
to use to the full."

She circled the woman holding her gloved hands in the air in
true medical fashion, then sat on her desk looking at very hairy
underarms.

She stood and grasped a large tuft of the coarse black armpit
hairs with each hand.

"You must smell like a rancid goat when you have been worked
hard girl. I presume that you were not allowed deodorants in the
Centre and you will certainly not be allowed any here. Assuming
that my husband is happy with a hirsute servant and can live
with the smell you may have to remain unshaved... we will see."

She stood back in critical appraisal of the woman.

"Not a wonderful body is it Lang? From your podgy tummy,
drooping breasts and flabby backside you must have been taking
things easy for the last few years. We will have to see if we
can't lick you back into shape while you are here, even though I
understand that at the Centre you regularly had remedial PT to
shape you up. Let's take a closer look at your breasts."

The girl placed a gloved hand under both breasts and lifted them
up whilst looking over their upper surfaces. They were heavy and
spread down to the side of each supporting hand.

"I hear that they gave out breast canings in the centre Lang.
Did these ever feel the cane?"

Lang blushing furiously again stammered that they hadn't been
caned, but that she had collected two Breast Related Demerits.

"So one more error and they would have had the cane across them.
Mmmm... you had better watch your step here then girl as any
'B.R.D' that you collect here will make up the magic three and
they will have to suffer the consequences."

She suddenly dropped them and they slapped against the chest
wall.

"How sensitive are the nipples?"

Before Lang could reply she gripped each nipple with her hard
fingers and lifted the breasts as high as they would go. The
pain was intense and Lang had to fight to remain at the
'present' by baring her teeth and grimacing. One of her BRD's in
the centre had been for touching an inspecting wardresses hands
to alleviate pain such as she was now going through. Somehow she
managed to remain still and the breasts were again dropped
against her chest.

Told to lay flat on her back on the hard chest Miss Sophie moved
into position between her feet then told her to hitch forward
lifting her feet in the air and bending and parting her knees to
the full extent. She knew what was coming, but despite her
growing fury at this cruelty she simply dare not raise the
slightest objection.

Sophie started by gently playing with the frilly outer lips then
ordered her to reach around her thighs and pull the already
gaping outer lips wide apart. She introduced one finger and
circled the obvious clitoris several times before stroking the
fleshy nub hoping to elicit some reaction from her prisoner
servant, but none was forthcoming.

If there was one thing that Sophie and most females hated it was
having internal examinations. Knowing this she applied some oily
lubricant to her right hand and rapidly introduced her gloved
fingers into Lang's spread labia with no thought for any
discomfort that the action might cause.

Which it did.

"For heaven's sake girl, you must have had regular cavity
searches in the Centre, so don't play the virgin with me.
Frankly you are so slack that I doubt you can even feel me."

She spent several minutes probing around finding the areas which
seemed to cause the most discomfort from watching the anguished
look on Lang's face. Finally she drew the hand out and told her
to get on all fours.

She carefully positioned Lang in the most humiliating way she
could think of. Head down with her rear up and back arched so
that the dangling nipples touched the desk surface. A sharp slap
on her inner thighs encouraged her to spread them even further.

Sophie dribbled some more of the lubricant down the hairy anal
cleft and then introduced it to the puckered anus with first
one, then two, then three fingers. When Lang moved forward in
reaction she followed pressing the fingers uncomfortably deep
and twisting them around with a curt order to keep still.

She eventually withdrew with a loud squelching sound, and
pinched a tuft of the dense wiry hair from around the anus
between her finger tips. She tugged hard managing to pull
several hairs out by the roots... to Lang's audible discomfort.

"Better get used to that sort of trimming girl. If I decide that
your body hair should be removed it may be the way that I do it.
I really don't think that my husband would approve of me using
his electric razor on such a scruffy untidy bitch!"

"Now we have to decide what you should wear in my service. I
have laid some clothing out on your bed in your room. Follow
me."

Sophie walked up two flights of steps to the attic and went into
a room that in Lang's day had been empty. It now held a simple
iron framed bed with just blankets and coverless pillows.
Underneath was a shiny galvanised bucket. The one window was
high in the sloping roof and had no curtains. The floors were
bare wooden planks of some age with just a sheet of cold plain
linoleum covering the bed area. A heavy approved type strap hung
ominously on the wall

On the bed lay a collection of female clothing that had been
recently bought from one of the cheaper charity shops. It was
obvious that Sophie intended her servant to look and feel as
drab as possible.

She held up a small pair of white bikini panties.

"I have just taken these off when I came back from the gym.
Hardly fresh and a little sweaty, but that is something that you
will have to get used to. Just make sure that you keep them
clean girl!"

As Lang struggled into the undersized garment she was handed a
well worn brassiere that had been white when new and was now
grey with age and countless washes. It had lost most of its
elasticity and offered her little support as it was a larger
size than ideal, but it was, she thought, better than nothing.

Next came an equally grey suspender belt and a pair of black
stockings with several small holes that she quickly donned.
Finally a whitish blouse with short sleeves and open neck and a
short dark blue skirt was handed to her that completed her dress
for her new life. At least she wouldn't be required to wear the
ridiculous school uniform but the down at heel clothing she now
wore would hardly be a morale booster.

"You may know girl that we are required to give you a
Maintenance Beating every week to keep you on your toes. We have
decided that you will receive it at 7am Monday morning when you
bring our morning cup of tea to wake us. This will not only give
you something to look forward to over the weekend but also start
the week off on the right foot. You will bring the strap with
the tea and having placed the tea cups by the side of the bed
you will strip naked and then hand me the strap when I reach for
it. I have to give you eight strokes good and hard and if there
are any errors on your part in taking the punishment I will also
lay on some penalty strokes. Today is Friday so it may well be
that you are still a little sore from your Centre caning come
Monday, so you need to start considering how you will summon up
the self control that you will need to take the strap without
any form of restraint. Naturally that assumes that it will not
be necessary to apply any corrections over the weekend... but
again... that is up to you."

Sophie went off to eat lunch with no thought whether or not her
new servant was hungry. She had set her a long and unpleasant
task of scrubbing the floor of a large conservatory that had not
been cleaned for some time so there would be no time for the
pleasures of life.

She was allowed a ten minute break for a glass of water at
around four pm then had to work hard with a bucket of
disinfectant suds, scrubbing brush and mop, mainly on her knees,
until she had finished.

Naturally her work was inspected and it was with some relief
that she was allowed to put her cleaning equipment away in the
kitchen cupboards. She heard the front door opening and realised
with mounting horror that her ex-husband had returned from work.

He strode into the kitchen and passionately greeted his new wife
seemingly oblivious to the woman in the corner. When they had
finished embracing Sophie casually pointed out the dishevelled
servant. Lang was rooted to the spot as she faced her ex-husband
for the first time in months. Surely some vestige of compassion
would show in his face when he remembered all the good times
that they had shared.

Suddenly he turned to his new wife and spoke:

"Why in hell didn't she curtsy when I looked at her, hasn't she
been taught any manners in that place? Take her down to the
basement and give her half a dozen with the paddle to teach her
some respect!"

Sophie could not have been more delighted. Rather than show this
she feigned concern for the now trembling woman.

"I'm sorry darling, but she is new and her poor bottom is really
sore from a Centre thrashing she had earlier. Could you let her
off this once?... Lang, bend over, raise your skirt and show the
gentleman your bruises."

Somehow, Lang choked back her natural reaction to refuse and
bent almost double reaching behind to flip her skirt up. Sophie
walked over and suddenly pulled her tight panties down to fully
display the mass of weals and bruises.

"Your concern and kindness does you credit Sophie darling, but
this is a convicted criminal that we are dealing with. I have
been firmly advised that the only thing that works with them is
discipline and as long as she is under my roof that is what she
will receive. Make that 12 with the paddle and lay them on so
that she feels every one. Just to check that your kindness
hasn't obliged you to go easy on her, I will inspect her back in
the bedroom when you have finished."

Sophie muttered a respectful agreement and told Lang to follow
her as she led the way to the basement room they had lovingly
prepared for her stay. From behind Lang could not see the
satisfied smirk on Sophie's face as she anticipated the
satisfaction of administering her first beating, a beating that
she fully intended would impress both the recipient and her
husband.

The basement was a large one with whitewashed brick walls,
bright overhead lighting and a damp musty smell. In the centre
was a wooden frame that Lang recognised all too quickly as a
punishment horse. Other items of furniture were spread out along
with various items of gymnasium equipment. On the far wall there
hung an extensive array of implements that had been bought in at
no small expense to be used for applying discipline.

Lang dutifully stood to attention at the foot of the steps. The
total silence was broken by Miss Sophie's voice:

"Look Lang, I had hoped to avoid causing any more bruising to
your backside as I can appreciate how tender it must be... but I
have no choice. My husband has instructed me to lay on twelve
slaps with the paddle and insisted that they must be laid on
hard to really hurt you. The only thing I can do to help is to
allow you to be secured so that you don't earn any more for
trying to avoid it."

She walked over to the instrument rack and took down a wooden
paddle the size of a hairbrush. It was half an inch thick and
obviously new with a shiny varnished finish.

"He wants evidence so I will have to concentrate on one spot on
each buttock... sorry... but that is how it is. Now let's get
this over with. Take off your skirt and panties then mount this
horse."

With increasing fear Lang did as she was told and climbed up on
to the horse. Each punishment hurdle was different and this one
could be adjusted to present the target just how the
disciplinarian required. Lang found that her knees were
indecently forced apart and her upper torso was much lower than
her buttocks. Velcro straps soon secured her lower leg to the
horizontal supports and a thick belt across her lower back
forced her stomach into the padded leather of the horse back.
Her lower arms were then strapped to similar horizontal rests as
her legs.

"Unfortunately this particular setting on the horse device
adjustments is designed to fully display the female genitalia to
any witnesses, but as we are alone tonight, that shouldn't be a
problem. If I was to use a strap or cane it could actually hit
across your crotch so count yourself lucky that it is the paddle
girl. Feel free to yell as much as you need, this place is
soundproof so you won't disturb the neighbours."

What Sophie didn't tell her victim was that two video cameras
were recording the event and that it was automatically relayed
to her husband's TV upstairs.

"Oh, just one further thing, I don't like having to do this and
it is for your own good, so I won't take kindly to any insults
that you may utter in extremis. I would have to give you extra
and neither of us really want that do we Lang?"

Sophie selected an area on the plump right buttock, low down so
that it would also hit the tops of the thigh, raised the paddle
and brought it down with a loud "splat". Lang lurched against
the straps and exhaled sharply.

Five more strokes were laid on the same spot with just seconds
in between giving Lang no time to take in a deep breath.

The pain level was still climbing when Sophie decided on a spot
on the left buttock and repeated the six hard slaps with the
paddle.

Lang clenched her teeth and absorbed the insult of the pain as
best she could. She had expected it to hurt... it always does...
but the added humiliation of having to take it from someone half
her age and now holding the position of power over her made it
infinitely worse. Tears of both pain and humiliation ran down
her cheeks as the straps were undone and she was free to lift
herself off the contraption and stand back at attention.

"Right Lang, slip on your clothes and report to my husband in
the study, and don't forget to curtsy when you leave me and meet
him otherwise you will be back over the horse for more."

Having bobbed a curtsy Lang made her way up the stairs with her
buttocks still feeling as if they were on fire. She hurried to
meet her ex-husband knowing that the next few months would be
hell for her.

The previous episode, Chapter 81, is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2011/01/the_prisoner_-_chapter_81.shtml

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Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2010 21:27:25 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part thirty-four - Saturday

In the morning Sarah said: "Jim, I was so proud of you."

I didn't ask any 'tiresome' questions. I just dressed her. She
knows I lust after her all the time but she accepts it. I think
she was smiling while I was putting on her brassiere. I can't
help it.

Sarah said: "Go downstairs and make breakfast for all of us, you
know what we like and we will talk to you."

I put on some underpants, because Sarah hadn't locked me into
the penis corset and didn't allow me to get dressed. I made sure
Sarah saw me curtsy.

I cut up lots of fruit and mixed it together, and granola and
yoghurts, and poached eggs, toasted muffins and coffee. I put
plates, and silverware and bowls and cups. Everything was ready.

Kathleen was first I curtsied and fixed her coffee and took her
order for egg muffins, then Betty and then Sarah: Curtsy,
Curtsy. I was busy for five minutes then I stood.

Sarah announced that mom (Kathleen) was retiring as my
governess. My new governess was going to be Betty. Sarah
explained to me that Betty would make sure I was doing the work
and administer whatever discipline was needed. She went on that
there was no appeal to Betty's decisions concerning me, and
Sarah would arrange to be with me through Betty. So Sarah wanted
me to understand that Betty ruled my world except when she let
me be with Sarah.

Betty said: "We like you so much Jim, that we will change our
waking times in the morning so you can dress all three of us
every morning. We will try to have breakfast and dinner together
every day. At night time you will help us get undressed into
bathrobes or bed. Weekends everyone will be given a spa
treatment. You will have all your chores such as house cleaning
and laundry to do. I will make up a schedule and see to it that
you follow it. What do you think of that?"

I said: "I will work as hard as I can."

Betty said: "I will work very closely with you."

The ladies liked the breakfast.

I said: "Miss Betty, I would like to eat the leftovers and clean
the kitchen."

Betty said: "You may do that Jim."

I curtsied three times and ate up. Then I cleaned the kitchen,
since I had cleared it with Betty I did a little extra cleaning.
Then Betty came in.

Betty said: "You may not clean all day, I've made you a schedule
and you have to adhere to it."

I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" I knew it was starting.

Betty said: "First you should know I brought the strap you met
last week with me."

I said: "Yes ma'am I haven't forgotten."

Betty said: "First we're going to lock you back up. Then you can
study your new schedule."

Betty said: "As a policy you will not get punished for lusting.
But if you fail to do your work you will get punished. If you
deviate from your schedule without permission you will be
severely punished, by that I mean more than the belting you got
over the chair."

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Betty;" As bad as it sounded
I felt this lady and I could come to a working relationship.

Betty said: "It won't be easy but it won't be real hard if you
do everything I tell you exactly the way I tell you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was standing and Betty was sitting in a chair. She pulled my
shorts down and fitted the device around my penis and locked it.

Betty said: "Mom and Sarah said you take care of paying bills
and making investments. I want you to take care of mine also,
but I want to be kept informed about what you're doing."

I said: "Yes ma'am: Miss Kathleen is also involved and you may
wish to involve yourself."

Betty said: "No thanks, you and mom do it. You have four to five
hours to do that, is that enough?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "You will sleep in my room, possibly in my bed for
the next seven days. Sarah has agreed that I have to develop
your routine."

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

Kathleen and I reviewed our investments. Betty had given me a
folder and Kathleen and I looked at the contents. We were
surprised because Betty was very rich, she had more money than
Kathleen and Sarah and I had together. It was all in banks. As I
looked further into the folder Betty had sold companies and
property. She still owned several restaurants and a hotel worth
an unknown amount. The properties were in Las Vegas.

I recommended that we take her liquid assets and put one third
into bonds, one third into mutual funds, and one third we will
trade like we do our accounts but add a zero when we trade
Betty's.

Kathleen said she would do that and we started searching for
companies to buy and evaluated the companies we owned. As a
practical matter one can only do this for a few hours at a time.

I returned to Betty and told her our plans. She said she
approved and would ask Kathleen if she had questions. Betty said
this was an excellent time to do her spa treatment. While I was
removing Betty's shoes she told me that the establishment where
I had the terrible beating was one that she started and sold to
a group that had other adult sex operations.

I was joking: "Where was the sex Miss Betty?"

Betty said: "Don't be silly, all of this is about sex. Slavery
is illegal; you're a sex maniac and got yourself into this."

After I got her naked she lay on the massage table and talking
ceased. She and Sarah have beautiful bodies. And the budding
masseuse in me is finding this a special joy. Then the craziness
in me dwells on the worshipping of the lady. I live to give
massages to pretty ladies.

Betty likes to take a quick shower but I would have loved to
bathe her. She came out and I wrapped her in towels and lovingly
rubbed her all over. I think she knew she was being loved.

I filed her nails on her fingers and toes; actually they were
buffed because they were so perfect. I toyed with changing the
color, but I liked the red and I didn't have anything better.

I dressed her and she half smiled at me the whole time. I wanted
to ask what was on her mind but I wasn't on that kind of
relationship with her.

She liked the makeup I got for her (which she punished me for
getting) which I helped her put on. I saw her look at her watch.
I thought 'good: she now knows how much time it costs to take
care of a lady.'

Betty said: "That took almost an hour."

I said: "Normally it takes longer Miss Betty."

She said: "Why?"

I said: "You weren't feeling randy while I gave you the massage,
you took a quick shower instead of a nice bath, your nails were
done a few days ago, you knew what you wanted to wear and didn't
change your mind, and your make-up went right on. No adjustments
or try something else."

Betty said: "What should we budget?"

I said: "Can we say on average it would take ninety minutes, but
I would never disappoint a lady and say I have to go, so
sometimes longer, ma'am."

Betty said: "Could you do three ninety minute sessions in a
row?"

I said: "I think so, ma'am."

Betty said: "You need to understand that I will demand you
perform on the schedule I give you, and of course you know the
consequence of not pleasing us."

I said: "Yes ma'am, the problem is my lovely clientele is not
average or typical or anything like that. One day fifty minutes,
next day twice that."

Betty said: "What are we going to do?"

I said: "Schedule one hour per lady and after each schedule one
and a half hours of cleaning. If a lady takes too long, I will
report to you that the cleaning was delayed."

Betty said: "How can I allow you to have that much discretion?"

I said: "Maybe the ladies can sign a time sheet;" the answer was
she had to trust me

Betty said: "You will report to me when you have finished with
mom or Sarah. Then I'll know where you are whenever I want to."

I said: "Yes ma'am that will work."

Kathleen is my best massage subject because I've done her the
most. I remembered how sexy I used to find her while dressing
her and I would fear her accusing me of lusting. I could easily
lust for her. I put her stockings on looking straight into her
pussy. I wondered what she would do if I kissed her thighs or
started licking her pussy. I saw her smiling. She liked me to
have these thoughts.

I reported to Betty who was sitting in the dining room snacking
on something she found, since she was alone I curtsied and
started kissing her feet. She let me do that for a few minutes
and then said: "Take off my shoes and socks."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and took off her tennis shoes and socks.
And started kissing her toes after a few minutes she said: "What
do you want to report?"

I said: "I finished Miss Kathleen, ma'am."

Betty said: "What do you want to do?"

I said: "I can collect the laundry and sort it and start the
washer, then vacuum the downstairs, and that should bring me to
Miss Sarah."

Betty said: "Put my socks and shoes back on then you may go do
that."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I did not kiss one more toe or do
anything to get this lady riled.

I curtsied and visited the ladies bathrooms and as far as I was
concerned it was a panty raid; along with bras, stockings, panty
hose, a few blouses, skirts and jeans.

At times when I get turned on by touching my ladies' panties and
bras, I wonder are these ladies pushing my buttons with
exquisite skill because they love me or did I fall into their
hands and they are using me. The panty washing is an example of
this. The benefit to me is that I get aroused, the benefit to
the ladies is they 'know' I'm thinking about them. It makes me
wonder. Are they doing it for me or am I doing it for them?

While I'm scrubbing some faint stain from the crotch of a panty
I imagine the webs of restraint by which I'm bound. They may
inspect it and say I didn't clean it, or they will notice I
didn't iron a bra properly. So I am fastidious about the
underwear the clothes and every little thing. I never considered
myself a perfectionist, but I'm so under their control. And I
realize I put myself there and I'm most afraid they will put me
out. So I'm trying harder to always please.

But what's fun is finding the 'freshest' panty and sniffing it.
After I dump them into soapy water it's just work; or I may
imagine how under control I am by the ladies wearing these,

I hung them all over the dryer racks, I now have two but I will
need another.

Then I vacuumed, and learned where Sarah, Kathleen and Betty
were. I washed up and put on after shave and visited Sarah in
what was our bedroom with the massage table. I was sure to
curtsy, and I set up.

Sarah is so lovely, I asked with some trepidation: "Miss Sarah
may I use my tongue and mouth during today's massage?"

Sarah said: "Jim you know you are not allowed to come on with
propositions, please report this violation of a basic rule to
Betty and tell her I want to watch when she punishes you. Yes
you may use your mouth, but remember I have a cane if I'm not
satisfied."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" but I was amazed by my wife. I took extra
care giving her my best massage. At first I sucked on her toes
and that was all, but while I was massaging her thighs a pair of
hands grabbed my hair and put my tongue to work. I didn't think
she would have to use her cane.

I reported to Betty who was in her room reading, by kissing her
feet. Betty let me do that until I was getting myself hot. She
said: "What do you have to report?"

I said: "I finished Miss Sarah, but she asks that I report that
I propositioned her and it is a basic rule that I may not come
on to her or Kathleen, Miss Betty and she said she wanted to
watch while you punished me."

Betty said: "What do you have to do today?"

I have more vacuuming to do, then it will be lunch time, then
clean up from lunch, in the afternoon I have to do the toilets
and empty all the trash, normally I vacuum after that but there
is probably a mess somewhere."

Betty rearranged my work, I thought it was 'thoughtful' but it
didn't much matter because one guy working alone still has to do
everything.

Cleaning toilets and taking out trash is a slightly yucky job so
I wear gloves. Also when I do sinks and clean mirrors. Then I
washed up and made lunch for three beloved ladies (and me).

While standing at more or less attention with a towel on my
elbow I listened to the conversation. They were talking about
politics and Hilary Clinton. I was just the 'help'.

I ate the leftovers and washed the dishes and vacuumed. I
reported to Betty, who was in her room reading, and I went to
kiss her feet and she stopped me.

She said: "You are under a punishment sentence. You are adding
to your burden by forgetting the procedures. Stand at
attention."

I did. I feel awfully stupid standing at attention, in Betty's
bedroom. But I don't want to cross her. By now I shouldn't even
have these thoughts. I am a slave and they get to tell me to do
anything they want and I try to do it. I guess that makes it
better.

Betty said: "You may move over to the corner and put your hands
on your head."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "No talking and no moving."

I feel the corner is only a few degrees this side of total
rejection, of course that's totally ridiculous. Why do I have
such attitude problems now? I wondered.

Betty left, but I daren't move. Then I heard voices; it was
Sarah and Betty chatting about some memory they had. I'm a big
guy but they don't see me, standing in the corner with my hands
on my head.

Finally Betty says: "Jim, go put yourself into the stocks."

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

I have really begun to hate this contraption. I fastened my
ankles tightly because I know Betty will check; and I leaned in
and put my hands and neck into the cutouts and waited. Finally
the door opened and Betty and Sarah came in. Sarah moved the
chair in front of me and sat down. Of course she looked lovely
and desirable. Betty fixed the strap and checked my ankles and
lowered the top of the pillory.

All the while Betty was chatting with Sarah, distracted from
locking me up. I'm not the object of this activity, I'm not even
here.

Betty says as if she was being interrupted: "Okay Jim, tell us
why you're fastened down here."

I said: "I made an overture to Miss Sarah and I'm not allowed
to."

Betty said: "Have you done this before."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "Were you punished?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "Do you remember what the punishment was?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Betty said to Sarah, "Don't you think he should remember the
punishment?"

Sarah said: "Maybe we've been too soft on him."

Betty said: "Jim, my policy is to make each punishment memorable
because the next one for the same offense will be worse. That
will prevent you from committing such an offensive behavior
again."

An instant later my world exploded in pain. Betty slashed me
with a strap and I saw stars and had trouble inhaling, when
another one exploded. I got fifteen like that and I was
devastated with pain. Just breathing was difficult. Betty was
also winded.

She said: "We'll be back;" she said to Sarah: "Let's have some
wine."

Lights went out, the door was closed. And I waited.

Betty and Sarah came back. Sarah sat in the chair looking fresh
and lovely sipping wine.

Betty said: "I like to precede the caning with a little
strapping to make the skin tender."

I said: "Oh no Miss Betty I can't take a caning after that."

Betty said: "Haven't I told you that you may not talk while you
are assigned punishment. I'll add a few strokes to remind you.
When I'm punishing you I expect you to comport yourself properly
or you will earn considerably more strokes. Is that clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I wondered if this was being taken further.

I received seventeen very hard strokes and was completely broken
down, I cried, I coughed, my nose ran, and my breathing was
ragged.

Sarah said: "I want you to think about not coming on and I want
you to think about how important it is for you to obey our
rules. We're going to have a discussion afterward and if you
can't answer thoughtfully, there will be more caning."

I was left for a long time, I estimate an hour, but I was
discomfited by the tears I couldn't blink away, my nose being
stuffed up and of course the rigid uncomfortable posture I was
held in.

Sarah and Betty came back. I could only see Sarah. She said:
"Tell me Jim, why is it important that you refrain from coming
on to us?"

I said: "You should be safe from male predation. I'm not allowed
to ask for sexual activity because we agreed on that."

Sarah said: "That was very good. Now tell us why obeying our
rules is so important."

I said: "I said the rules create the framework where I can be
your slave and be accountable. I try to obey them so that you
will continue to be my owner."

Sarah said: "Will you come on to us again?"

I said; "No ma'am."

Sarah said: "Betty is making a note on the beating you're
getting and she will give you worse if you come on to us again."

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

Did she say beating I'm getting, how about beating I got; of
course I didn't ask anything.

Betty said: "You can fix dinner and clean up but your punishment
will continue in my room, report promptly after you clean up."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" they completely defeat me.

I went into the kitchen and washed my face and hands. I just
wanted to cry I was so beaten down.

I steamed a bunch of brown rice. I opened a Trader Joe's bag of
oriental chicken with orange sauce. I made a warm spinach salad
with tomatoes. I set the table. The rice took all the time. They
loved it, there was hardly any leftovers for me. I even ate what
was left on the plates. There was plenty of rice. Cleaning up
was easy and quick.

I reported to Betty, and I saw a grim countenance, she was
wearing her black teddy, after curtsying I stood at attention;
and waited. I knew I was being tested. I remember the severe
strapping I got the last time she wore her teddy. Finally she
told me to get the paddle. I knew where it was because I put it
away when I unpacked her.

I handed over the paddle and she said I should strip, and lie
across her knees.

I felt closer to Betty than I had in days, her skin was warmer
than mine and I inhaled her scent, never mind that she was going
to hurt me, our skin touched and I felt electricity flowing
between us.

As I expected, she really hurt me. I got fifteen very hard
strokes and they smashed the ridges from the caning and the
tenderizing effect of the strap. I wondered if I could walk. I
could but stretching the injured skin hurt.

She made me stand in the corner again. She turned on the
television. I could tell from the TV that I stood there nearly
an hour.

She told me to put away the paddle. Then I was allowed to
undress her and take her to the toilet. While kissing her pussy
to get off drops of moisture she said my punishment was over.
She said she Betty was happy because Sarah thought her methods
were working. I felt so boxed in.

Betty let me sleep with her but she told me to kiss her feet
until she fell asleep. I just fell asleep there too.

read part thirty-five here

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Re: C: chaste slavery triangle - polyamory problems
Date: 7 Jan 2011 22:31:43 -0000
From: bianconigliO

David wrote:

>signs from you that you need and want her in the conventional
>ways that her other lover shows her that he needs and wants
>her. That may make the triangle more exciting for her.

Dear David,

Thanks a lot for your realistic advice. I think you make a very
good point in that it is most fun for her if she forces me to
submit. So trying to 'object' in an entertaining way to the
status quo is really a good idea.

Something I found out just when I posted, is that they were/are
going through a rough patch. There is a bit of a circle there.
The less I like the triangle, the less she likes it. The less
she likes it, the less I like it. They have not seen each other
since I posted. Distance plays a role here as well. Adapting to
a new place to live and so on. We have been pre-occupied with
mundane things.

On the good side... we are also getting used to this triangle...
and we see the good sides of it as well...

Greg wrote:

>heard from people with experience in swinging, that it does not
>end well for the original couple

Dear Greg.... you are absolutely right that this is for Couples
2.0...... playing with fire... on the other hand... a third
person also brings friendship and love to both... society seems
to open up towards polyamory in any case... so perhaps the many
'bad' stories of the past (I also heard of) are in a way
'growing pains'...

Thanks a lot to both....

I will throw in some real-life stories in a while!

bianconigliO

ps. I heard you have doubts about the list? It is great! Are you
crazy? And the list comes with two such kinky, sweet, romantic
and cruel moderators! It is special I can assure you.

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Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub
Date: 31 Jan 2011 23:51:01 -0000
From: George Norris

Invite friends who might be interested in the scene over for
coffee. Let him give the "spiel". Here he bares his soul. The
deep urges of his inner psyche that make the really complete
submissive pour out. Make sure he is good at this role. Lots of
practice is the key.

When addressed as "slave" reason departs - I strictly obey. Thus
no opprobrium attaches to any thing she orders. That which I
might hesitate to initiate becomes my deep desire. Grovelling
most intimate body worship, supreme humiliation, and imaginative
corporal are wonderful rewards under her guidance.

You order, "strip slave! Get it hard...."

Now come close, let each lady touch and play. They are hesitant.

"Be not coy, ladies. You have had experience. Get at it! Pinch
it, slap it, squeeze 'em, make him fairly jump and dance. There,
yes, yank it a bit"

After a bit of lively action you order: "Position 1."

His ass goes over chair back, his neck in chair seat, head
extends slightly out from seat. Legs are spread and pointed
upward. Taking a whippy crop you tickle, then flick.

"Ladies, using a naked male to ones utter satisfaction is the
'piece de resistance.'"

Then a hard whap across the left cheek. Now balls are kneaded,
then squeezed hard. Now you give your spiel on the joys of using
a submissive male. Detailed and nitty gritty - from your inner
soul pour mesmerizing techniques. The girls are entranced by the
sight, the happening, and of your obvious love of this activity.
Each lady takes a turn with a different special whip. You demo
strap on service.

In between, from time to time as nature calls he receives their
golden nectar. The ladies are indeed interested. They will be
back for more demo.

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C: house party dom risque games
Date: 7 Feb 2011 21:07:02 -0000
From: George Norris

Reply to and comment on "Naked Male Clothed Female"

Our close knit group of six couples got into dom-sub play
through strip poker. One of the group owned a hunting spread
with a fancy lodge. Every fall we looked forward to a hunting
house party. Risque games became the norm after dinner.

It started with under the sheet: a person under a sheet removed
items until the correct item was removed. The correct item was
the sheet. Then strip poker. Everyone had played previously with
other groups.

Jane our flamboyant extrovert said, "simple strip poker is dull
compared to having the game played out fully clothed. The loser
immediately strips buck-naked in front of fully clothed players.
then she or he poses as the winner directs-say for thirty
minutes."

We all agreed that this sounded good.

Jane said, "being naked when others are fully clothed is
different-yet exciting for all players. And if the poses are,
say lewd, ungainly positions the thrill is heightened even
more."

We nixed the posing, the loser would only strip, turn completely
around with hands curved low as a ballerina turns. Afterward he
or she would serve drinks for thirty minutes.

Yvvone lost, stripped proudly, then twirled gracefully. She was
an eyeful. Nipples jutting, giant tangling hairy bush leaping
from white smooth thighs.

She smiled stood close to me, "would you like a drink, George."

She brought it smiling, standing tall. Wow!! After thirty
minutes of ogling we all clapped.

Betty asked, "Jane you said the thrill is heightened in lewd
poses. How can this be for the loser, the poor naked creature on
display."

"In my dom sub group, I have learned the person displayed,
exhibited so to speak, gets the most thrill. Yvvone, what did
you feel just now?"

"When we agreed to play, I knew I might lose. I psyched myself.
When my loss was evident I decided to pay the forfeit with good
humor and as gracefully as I could. Having to do it made it
easier than just volunteering. It was part of the game. I lost
and I paid.. Next time I will ogle the loser, and enjoy it
perhaps."

Jane added, "she has hit the nail on the head."

Just as in playing the submissive slave to a Dominant Master or
Mistress, the opprobrium is eliminated.

Two couples left the following day, the other four pumped Jane
for info on dom-sub play. We were all eager to test the waters -
the ladies, however, insisting on a tepid menu.

Jane became leader by default suggesting rules that we agreed
to. Tonight there would be a male loser and a female loser.
Female to deal with female loser - same for males. All players
would take a turn at tickling, groping, and very light pinching
as each pose was assumed.

Jane suggested very-light, reddening, erotic spanking would be
administered by the opposite sex winners. We enjoyed the
suspense of the game. Jane and I won. The graceful poses - so
nice.

Then Jane ordered, "Jim, ass high on coffee table."

He complied, no hesitation. She caressed each cheek, blew in the
crevice, then tickled tight balls, fingers lingering along the
fine now hard shaft. Now squeezing until a wince was obtained.

"Now shag it, wag it, make it fairly talk to me."

The fanny wigged and wagged.

"I shall give this upthrust darling a proper reward after we see
all of dear Lillian."

To Lillian I gushed my appreciation, "your nakedness is divine.
Thy magical red bush, so full, so tingling, the twining tangling
curls fairly leap - grasping, searching. Oh how they enhance
your wonderful nakedness. My queen, coax with comb the tendrils
of that hairy moist cleft. Give it life, tease each strand to
its highest potential."

Proudly, eagerly, she made them stand out in fiery tangles that
seem to have a life of their own. I gaped, thrilled, and
shuddered deep within. God you are a beautiful eyeful.

Jane administered a light but most tantalizing rhapsody on Jim's
proffered posterior. Thighs and lower back also changed to a
pleasing red. Between the excoriating she massaged, pinched, and
squeezed. So delightful to witness. So delightful for Jim. Her
full dedicated attention to every inch of his naked body left
him well rewarded.

Spanking Lillian was seventh heaven on a Sunday. Positioned on
her back, on a padded chaise, spreader bar to ankles, she
induced gasps of pleasure from all as legs rose high and
rearward, feet resting comfortably on bench back.

Jane said "reddening erotic-spanking."

Well, what to do. The tummy first, light cock whip blows that
brought a nice red hue. Then pinching taut nips. My eager light
whip now caressed lovingly each mounding nippled treasure. Lower
under-thighs now beckoned. A loving symphony of light whip
lashing gave this gorgeous girl ass the desired rosy hue. I
kissed each fine cheek then delicately massaged every portion,
curve, and crease of my captive derriere. Now lost in a pleasant
reverie I discarded all prior agreements and instruction. I went
down, down with eager lips, down to the moist hirsute cleft. So
fine.

George Norris
7 Feb 2011

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
Date: 6 Jan 2011 12:11:13 -0000
From: pussikat steve

Ms Christine,

You said in your reply to Claire:

>Me too! I met one of those well over 30 years ago in 1979 and I
>stayed with him. My David still enjoys humiliation, and I wish
>you both a similarly long and happy time together.

Do you think David really does actually enjoy humiliation?
Speaking for myself, when I had a Mistress, if She did something
to humiliate me I would look for Her little smile and the
shining eyes which told me that She was enjoying it; only then
would I also enjoy what She was doing.

My pleasure always came from seeing Her having enjoyment at my
expense but actually enjoying humiliation for it's own sake? No.
Who wants to be humiliated?

Please don't change anything; this is the only Femdom place on
the internet where I feel those that run it are totally sincere.

Regards
pussikat steve.

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2011 22:49:11 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello pussikat steve,

you wrote:

>Do you think David really does actually enjoy humiliation?
>-snip- seeing Her having enjoyment at my expense but actually
>enjoying humiliation for it's own sake? No.

You are right of course, when we say that a submissive "enjoys"
something, it is usually shorthand for a complex explanation of
a phenomena which we often assume everyone understands. It took
me some years to get my head around "double think".

Claire, did say she is a "Rookie" so some explanation of what we
mean might be helpful to her. I asked David to write something
in explanation of what he means by "enjoying humiliation", and
I've just uploaded his latest post "Lovely Humiliation".

>if She did something to humiliate me I would look for Her
>little smile and the shining eyes which told me that She was
>enjoying it

You are right, we can signal our sense of fun and pleasure at
your humiliation by laughter or a smile, and that turns many a
masochist on, as I mentioned at the end of my previous post.

The example I gave to Claire of setting up a situation where I
was having multiple orgasms, which to David seemed to be
directly caused by his own pain, humiliation and/or suffering
tended to really excite the masochist in David.

The beauty of it was that I had found a way in which I could
directly increase my own pleasure by listening to his moans, so
I had stumbled onto something that worked perfectly and sexually
for both of us which seemed to be what Claire was looking for.

However, just because it worked for David and I, it doesn't mean
it would work for everyone. What is sexually exciting to one
woman may not be to another. Just as what may be humiliating to
one submissive might be the height of pleasure and not at all
humiliating to another.

For example. Long before DOMestic or the internet, we once
advised a friend, who I will call Mary, who wanted some ideas on
how to get pleasure herself from dominating and humiliating her
man.

David and I had only been together a few years. Mary's husband
was a chap who David had shared some adult magazines with, and
the subject of Fem-Dom play came up over a few drinks as the
content of a few of David's magazines had been of that nature.

Mary revealed that the most kinky thing she enjoyed was
showering with her husband, and letting go, (urinating) as they
were making love in that wet and warm environment. David
suggested to Mary that she could humiliate her husband if she
made him kneel and then urinated upon him.

It soon transpired that they were already doing that, and both
were getting a lot of pleasure from it, but neither of them
thought that a woman urinating over a man was humiliating. Just
plain sexy fun to them.

Of course, to some degree it's a question of style and manner.
Being playful together in a warm shower is quite different to
ordering a man to lay in a cold bath and jerk off while you
urinate upon his face.

>Please don't change anything; this is the only Femdom place on
>the internet where I feel those that run it are totally
>sincere.

That's very complimentary, thank you, but I'm sure there are
plenty of genuine folk out there, and a few of them have posted
here, it's just that finding them can sometimes be difficult
when there is so much other stuff to wade through..

sincerely, Christine

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
From: Pat/gwpm
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 21:00:45 +0000

This has got to be one of the best explanations I have read on
this topic! Thank you, Ms. Christine. I found it helpful to
understand that a woman may humiliate and dominate her guy and
not get anything out of it herself! That could explain why my
wife really has no interest in these activities. I guess that
makes me a "closet submissive", since I can't "practice" inside
of our marriage. She doesn't like teasing and denial at all, so
I just "want".

It is helpful to understand your travels down these roads with
David.

Thank you.
Sincerely,
Pat/gwpm

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2011 02:43:56 -0000

Hello Pat,

Pat/gwpm wrote:

>This has got to be one of the best explanations I have read on
>this topic! Thank you, Ms. Christine.

You are welcome Pat, and thank you for the compliment.

>I found it helpful to understand that a woman may humiliate
>and dominate her guy and not get anything out of it herself!

I thought my point was quite the opposite. I was explaining that
I did get something out of the scenario that I described,
multiple orgasms for a start... (or perhaps that should be
finish:-).

It's just that David was getting a different impression of why I
was getting such pleasure from it. I was enjoying sexual arousal
from something quite conventional, his sexy noises, while he was
in the head space of thinking I was getting off on some serious
cruelty to his genitals.

But the beauty was it didn't matter even if he did know
precisely what was turning me on. As he later did of course.
The reality was that it was my ordering the pain to his genitals
that was producing the moans which excited me.

My reason for ordering the pain was to produce the moans I
enjoyed hearing. However you look at it, it was sadomasochism
that was doing it for both of us. Even though I'm not a sadist.

Even after I told him what it was that was exciting me, "his
moans", we continued to both get pleasure from the same scenario
again and again. He wanted to believe I was also getting
sadistic pleasure, and why would I try to disavow him of that
belief when it appears to be (almost) true. We are co-
conspirators in his escape into fantasy.

>That could explain why my wife really has no interest in these
>activities.

Now you've lost me Pat. I don't see how that explains why your
wife has no interest?

>I guess that makes me a "closet submissive",

You mean you haven't told her of your desires? Or was that a
joke?

Closets can be a fun place to lock a submissive away when
denying him pleasure. :-)

>since I can't "practice" inside of our marriage. She doesn't
>like teasing and denial at all, so I just "want".

Well if you want, and are not getting any, I guess that means
she is denying you. Just not in the teasing or cruel ways you
would like.

Is there a way she could say "no" that you would enjoy?

Seems a shame to deny without making it fun if it's possible to
find a way to get some mutual pleasure from it. But finding a
way to make reality seem like fantasy can take work and
imagination.

Without more information and an understanding of your situation,
I can only suggest you think about ways that you could give her
what she wants in a way that gets you some of what you would
like.

>It is helpful to understand your travels down these roads with
>David.

Glad that I was of some help, but I'm not sure we have a meeting
of minds yet?

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
Date: 7 Jan 2011 19:54:14 -0000
From: slcfemdomcouple

I too find humiliation to be very exciting. However, humiliation
is a funny thing, what is arousingly humiliating to one person
will simply not work for another.

Anyway, one thing I find deliciously humiliating, and is on my
mind since my wife has done it for me the last few mornings, is
the following:

Have your slave/boyfriend make you a delicious meal (breakfast
or dinner is probably best). He is to make it for you alone.
After the meal, handcuff him to the toilet and present him with
his meal to eat off the seat.

It could be from the scraps of your meal or several fridge
leftovers mixed together or whatever you wish. Yesterday at our
house was the leftover bit of her yoghurt and granola with a
dollop of peanut butter (for protein :-) and pickles (the
vegetable).

Today was a piece of bread with jam covered with white pinto
beans, pickles again and more yogurt.

I once wrote a story on literotica that included this idea. You
might find it interesting. In any event literotica is a great
place to read stories (if you simply ignore the ones that are
not your kink).

Here is my story:

Cleaning for Emily, by slcmalemaid

You can search for "humiliation" on literotica and get some
interesting stories (again just block out the ones you find
outside your likes).

Oh and enjoy the endless amounts of oral sex you are most
certainly about to be given ;-)

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2011 03:28:47 -0000

Hello,

There are plenty of "humiliation ideas" threads on DOMestic
which the guys can reply to with their own favourites. Just put
humiliation into the search box on u4ds.com or go to:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/humiliation/

But let's remember one of the things that Claire asked for.

Claire wrote:

>How can I be pleased sexually and still be humiliating to him?

I think Claire's request is somewhat specific. So, in the spirit
of Claire's request for something "humiliating to him - sexy for
me" I'd like to mention one of my favourites along those lines.

The Dildo Gag, also known as a Dildo Hood or Penis Gag.

This is a device which is designed to please the woman, while
subjecting the male face to being used solely for her pleasure.
This is something that can be humiliating for a male if his own
penis is rejected in favour of riding a "better one" attached to
his face.

I know that many folk have mentioned this idea and described
their experiences with it in the past, and that Christine and I
have mentioned this quite a few times over the years ourselves.

So I did a search of the DOMestic member's area for "Dildo Gag"
and saw many of the posts I remembered. But in addition I was
pleasantly surprised to find something from Christine's personal
diary which she wrote in 1991 (5 years before DOMestic was
created) was also in the results.

Here is a snippet which I think might be useful to Claire:-

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Having enjoyed the dildo gag so much the other night I had
decided that I would be using that in the bedroom this time. But
since half the fun is in the humiliation of it I decided to let
him get his hopes up a little first. I rarely let him have full
intercourse with Me, basically because I think it gives a man
ideas above his station. However I prefer to make him think he
is inadequate by working him up to the stage where he is likely
to orgasm at the moment of entry.

I sat on his lap and we kissed and petted for a while, then when
the ideas were beginning to take shape in my mind and excite Me
I invited him to follow Me into the bedroom. We writhed on the
bed and when he was obviously over excited I let him come on top
for a couple of moments. I held his penis and rubbed it over my
vaginal lips and he moaned with the onset of orgasm. I pushed
him onto his back saying simply:

"Useless!"

Then I fetched the dildo gag and returned to see his crest-
fallen look. As I leaned over him to strap it around his face I
rubbed a little salt into his wounds by saying:

"Well in the absence of a real man I will have to make do with
you in the best way I can!"

Instead of using his nose as a clitoral stimulator I faced his
feet as I lowered Myself slowly onto the dildo. Deeper and
deeper until I had taken it all. With the dildo resting deep
within Me his nose was pressed into my anus. Squirming around
feeling the dual sensations of the dildo and his nose was
ecstatic and eventually was enough to bring Me to a satisfying
vaginal orgasm. After I had used my fingers to add to the
sensations the much needed clitoral stimulation to bring Me
several more orgasms I was finally satiated.

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Anyone else care to recount some experiences of the dildo gag,
or other things that are both "humiliating to him" and
importantly "sexy" for her?

sincerely,
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Re: C: humiliation ideas needed
Date: 29 Jan 2011 00:06:58 -0000
From: John Barton

The male slave is taught three positions that proffer his ass
wonderfully for spanking. But also leaves his head in a position
that allows easy mounting for oral pleasures or for delivering
the golden flow direct from the fount into the slaves eager
mouth. These positions need only standard easy chairs and or
sofas.

Mistress offers him to whoever when ever she wishes. She calls
position 1, 2, or 3 or perhaps lets him demo them all. He
accompanies her everywhere.

Last week, at her bridge party, he served lunch then assumed all
positions on the sofa as nature called the ladies. Mistress
selected a special whip, quirt, etcetera for each guest. A good
time was had by all.

John Barton

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C: Lovely Humiliation
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2011 17:59:04 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Humiliation for a masochist like me is a sweeter kind of pain.
Since I was no more than a boy, for any suffering to be enjoyed
by me, it had to be administered by a girl or woman I desired.

It's a common misconception that masochism simply means enjoying
the physical sensation of pain. It is not "usually" that simple.
Here's a few snippets from the Wikipedia page on Sadomasochism.

(a) Masochists do not usually enjoy pain in other scenarios,
such as accidental injury, medical procedures, and so on, but...
...may sexually enjoy either physical or mental pain being done
to them provided that also brings enjoyment and pleasure to
others.

and in discussing "Havelock Ellis" and his "Studies in the
Psychology of Sex":-

(b) The sadomasochist generally desires that the pain be
inflicted or received in love, not in abuse, for the pleasure of
either one or both participants. This mutual pleasure may even
be essential for the satisfaction of those involved.

You can read the whole page at:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadomasochism

if you would like to understand more about the definitions and
study of Sadomasochism.

The key word for me in (a) is "provided" and the key phrase in
respect of humiliation is of course "mental pain". In (b) the
words most relevant to my own experience are "love", "mutual
pleasure" and "essential".

So cruelty and humiliation suffered at the hands of female
authority figures in my childhood did not bring me any pleasure
at all, quite the opposite, but when the female was one who
attracted me or aroused my burgeoning sexual interest the
cruelty was pleasurable to a degree.

The greater the desire or sexual-love interest, the more the
pleasure in being humiliated by her.

In "Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me" Christine wrote:

>My David still enjoys humiliation

And pussikat steve asked:

>Do you think David really does actually enjoy humiliation?

And my reply:-

Yes I do, but as you and Wikipedia both point out, it is not
"for it's own sake" but is "provided that also brings enjoyment
and pleasure" to Christine.

Pain (including humiliation) imposed by "others" in general
terms was always distressing and not ever enjoyable for me.
Whereas some masochists might find any pain administered by an
apparent sadist enjoyable, for me it has to be the woman who I
think I'm in love with, or at the very least one with whom I'm
in lust with.

Sexual desire is an essential part of the equation for me, and I
think suffering without it is just not fun. To quote again from
the discussion of Ellis on Wikipedia:-

"it is often the designated masochist who may direct such
activities, through subtle emotional cues perceived or mutually
understood and consensually recognized by the designated sadist"

To demonstrate the early burgeoning pleasures of humiliation,
and the kinds of scenario which might involve this "subtle"
consent. I'll give two hypothetical examples involving the pain
of rejection.

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(1) A teenage male asks the girl he fancies for a dance / out on
a date / or whatever.

She replies, no thanks, sorry, "I already have a boyfriend."

He has been rejected, but somewhat gently, and without any
intended cruelty. He hasn't "suffered" very much, but probably
didn't enjoy the experience very much either.

(2) Take the same youngster, asking another girl he finds
equally attractive, and at first the same question.

She replies, "I might be interested, if you show me how much you
want me."

He is lost for words. He is young and is tempted to bluster, but
he can't think of what to say, her response is beyond his
experience or expectation.

Her phone rings (conveniently for my plot!). So she quickly puts
him out of his misery, and dismisses him with.. "Bring me
flowers next time you ask me, now go away, I'm busy...."

As he turns to leave, he hears her laughter, and turns back to
see that she is watching him while she talks. He hears her words
to someone on the phone, perhaps a girlfriend, "he's quite cute,
but a bit of a wimp, so I told him he had to bring me flowers
first"....

More laughter, and now she turns away and moves out of earshot.

He has been led on, almost completely rejected, certainly
suffered some minor humiliation. And yet he could see she
enjoyed her cruelty with him. But now he is on a promise that he
might be considered if he proves himself to be her "wimp" and
brings her flowers.

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If, like me, you find the second scenario slightly sexually
exciting and much more interesting than the first. You are quite
possibly a sadomasochist and might enjoy humiliation.

If the young man were a masochist looking for a partner, the
girl in the first example has not given any signals to indicate
any potential for sadism.

Whereas in the second example above, she has quite deliberately
it seems to him, shown she enjoyed her cruelty by making him
hear her comments and laughter.

If he does accept her terms and bring her flowers he is
indulging in submissive and masochistic behaviour which is
inviting her to mistreat him further. If he is a masochist and
she is to be his designated sadist their mutual dance may just
have begun.

In reality what may happen is that he is scared silly and never
brings her flowers and the girl is thus discouraged from
indulging her sadism with other men. Or he may bring her flowers
and she quickly loses interest because she is not as sadistic as
she first appeared. Reality can be disappointing like that.

As a youngster I had many experiences which were similar to the
hypothetical ones above, and of course many ended in
disappointment. Sometimes I lost interest in the girl perhaps
because my masochist had not found a designated sadist. But on
several occasions the "girl" I currently fancied enjoyed some
small degree of sadism with me before moving on to another boy.

While it's true that I "suffered" these experiences, there is no
doubt in my mind when I review them from my current vantage
point that I was enjoying my suffering and heightened excitement
levels when the girl in question was cruel and indulged in
subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) humiliation.

Wikipedia also discusses "primary" and "secondary" masochism. In
a primary masochism the masochist undergoes a complete, not just
a partial, rejection by the model or courted object (or sadist),
possibly involving the model taking a rival as a preferred mate.

In a secondary masochism, by contrast, the masochist experiences
a less serious, more feigned rejection and punishment by the
model. Secondary masochism, in other words, is the relatively
casual version, more akin to a charade, and most commentators
are quick to point out its contrivedness.

Regardless of whether you feel it is contrived or not, when
indulging in this sadomasochistic "charade" both participants
can have a lot of fun with it without getting into the heavier
aspects of BDSM.

Certainly, if you discuss it with your partner and agree to have
some fun with it, then you are "contriving" and some folk think
that this is roleplay and therefore not "real". Personally I
think that if you don't discuss it, you are in danger of hurting
one another so role-play is safer.

If you enjoy FemDom but not physical pain then humiliation can
cut out any agony of the physical sensation of pain and get
straight to the good bit. At least it does for a masochist like
me. The sweet agony of humiliation when you know that your
Mistress is loving being "mean" to you.

For the Mistress who doesn't enjoy administering physical
punishment or discipline, the cruel tortures of teasing, denial,
rejection and thus humiliation of the masochistic victim can be
a form of sadism she can find much more acceptable.

Although, for me, the pain is often even sweeter when she goes
on to administer some physical punishment as well, but that's
another story.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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C: teasing and denial fun NOT humiliation
Date: 7 Jan 2011 05:58:21 -0000
From: MichaelK

It is great to find DOMestic not only active again, but showing
just how good it can be!

As a man who does not want anything to do with humiliation I
hope I can add a new perspective.

Firstly, I think Christine has done an excellent job in
"humiliating to him - sexy for me" of showing how a partner who
does not enjoy giving humiliation in itself, can find ways of
not only making her partner very happy, but having a good time
herself.

And David provided a great explanation of why some men enjoy
humiliation in the "Lovely Humiliation" thread.

But I have worries about his examples of a teenage male asking
the girl he fancies for a dance / out on a date / or whatever.

For every "kinky" David who enjoys the second scenario there may
be a "Sensitive" Sam who has finally worked up the courage to
ask a girl out, and is then faced with the second scenario.

Sensitive Sam also feels deeply humiliated. But for him there is
nothing positive / fun / sexy about this.

Humiliation is a powerful emotion, and of course it can be
damaging if used not for fun.

Poor sensitive Sam is traumatized by what happens. It is many
months before he works up the courage to ask another girl out.
She rejects him in the nice way of scenario one, but sensitive
Sam now wonders whether she too is laughing at him. It may take
years for sensitive Sam to recover.

David's scenario 2 is a fun BDSM fantasy for those who enjoy
humiliation, but it is not BDSM because it is missing the
essential ingredient of consent.

For me to be happy with scenario 2 there would have to be some
"flirty" conversation during which the girl jokingly suggests
something humiliating, the man jokingly replies in a positive
way, she says something more serious, he replies with a subtext
of "I know what you mean, and I would love you to go further and
really humiliate me."

Of course the real world, and some people in it, can be cruel.
So I'm sure that there are women who would "enjoy" humiliating
Sensitive Sam. But that is not BDSM - it is just abuse.

The interactions between David and Christine on the other hand
are very clearly consensual. Christine has a very good
understanding of what David likes and David enjoys what happens.
Instead of David being traumatized, he gains great "pleasure"
from what happens, and as anyone who has read this digest for
many years knows, David and Christine's relationship has
benefited greatly from what they do.

When I read about men who are into humiliation not being able to
get what they would like, I feel fortunate that this is not one
of my kinks.

When I introduce my practice of Devotional Sex to a new date or
a friend, I tell them that I'm NOT into humiliation. If I get to
the stage of giving them a foot massage, during the massage I
tell them how I will do as they wish. I say something like:-

"This is all about mutual fun and not humiliation. If you tell
me to take my shirt off, and I feel that you are doing this to
humiliate me, then that is the end of things. But if later on
you have me naked, and you asked me to play with myself so that
you can enjoy watching me, and I feel that this had nothing to
do with humiliation and is just mutual fun, then this would be
fine."

Fortunately for me most women are not into humiliation. So my
words have led many otherwise vanilla women to explore what I'm
offering them, and I've often ended up naked at their feet.

As someone who will not accept humiliation, I don't think I
could give it. If I had a partner who wanted a session where she
was to be humiliated, even though we would both knew she would
enjoy feeling humiliated, I just don't think I could do it for
her.

And if I really tried, not only do I think I would feel wrong
doing this, I don't think I would be very convincing when I
spoke.

So maybe I understand how Pat/gwpm's wife feels when he wants
her to humiliate him. Maybe, like me, humiliating someone is
something that she just cannot get into.

Pat also says that his wife "doesn't like teasing and denial at
all, so I just 'want'."

If feeling humiliated is a big part of Pat's enjoyment of
teasing and denial then I have no advice for him.

But if humiliation is not needed, then I believe it is fairly
easy to arrange things so that he can get some teasing and
denial fun. But as this is no longer about humiliation, and as
I've been slammed on another forum for "excessive self
promotion", I'll say no more now.

Humiliation is interesting in that it is all in the mind. As an
earlier posting said, I woman urinating on her partner can be
just sexy fun and not be humiliating. Yet a Mistress gently
telling her partner off for bad table manners when dining with
friends may be deeply humiliating to him and provide a great
thrill.

What matters is each of us finding out what works best for us
and our partners.

An earlier poster complained about DOMestic being too extreme.
Even though what David and Christine do together is too extreme
for me, I enjoy reading about their dynamic and the pleasure
they both derive from this. Their wisdom and experience have
messages far greater than just what they do. (And I just ignore
any stories I find too extreme.)

Thanks again for a great digest!
Michael

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Re: C: teasing and denial fun NOT humiliation
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2011 04:53:48 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

MichaelK wrote:

>If feeling humiliated is a big part of Pat's enjoyment of
>teasing and denial then I have no advice for him. But if
>humiliation is not needed, then I believe it is fairly easy to
>arrange things so that he can get some teasing and denial fun.

By all means post your "teasing and denial fun" suggestions
here. If folk think it's self promotion then they can simply
skip to the next message. We have moderators on DOMestic, and if
the post had no merit it wouldn't be included.

Even if Pat is not interested, I know from experience that there
are plenty of other men reading who would be only too keen to
hear suggestions for how they can get some "teasing and denial
fun".

I'll reply to the other matters you raised in the "Lovely
Humiliation" thread.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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Re: C: Lovely Humiliation
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2011 19:41:48 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

In "Re: C: teasing and denial fun NOT humiliation" MichaelK
wrote:

>I have worries about his examples of a teenage male asking
>the girl he fancies for a dance / out on a date / or whatever.

I understand your concerns, but they were fictionalised examples
of the kind of things that do happen to adolescents, and I was
explaining that such experiences may be formative experiences
for a man who later enjoys humiliation. I was not advocating
that they were an ideal of what should happen.

>David's scenario 2 is a fun BDSM fantasy for those who enjoy
>humiliation, but it is not BDSM because it is missing the
>essential ingredient of consent.

I thought it was clear that they were not stated to be
fantasies, bdsm or consensual but were stated as being "examples
involving the pain of rejection". By that I meant examples of
the kinds of things that may cause real pain to my hypothetical
youngster.

This is something that might lead on to bdsm. I believe that
while desire or even lust is present in a young man, such
experiences of "cruel rejection" may push his buttons and help
him recognise he is a masochist. (or at least recognise that he
wants more of the same)

I thought I was explaining how that might be what happens to
others, as I'm reasonably sure it's pretty much what happened in
my case.

It's just the kind of cruelty adolescents might face as they
start to approach the objects of their desire (male or female).
Each will have a different response to it.

Some will be hurt, as I was. But some may also recognise that
they got something from that pain which they thought they liked
and attempt to repeat it.

>For me to be happy with scenario 2 there would have to be some
>"flirty" conversation during which the girl jokingly suggests
>something humiliating, the man jokingly replies in a positive
>way, she says something more serious, he replies with a subtext
>of "I know what you mean, and I would love you to go further and
>really humiliate me."

Yes, but you are describing consensual negotiation of a bdsm
relationship between adults. It may not always happen that way
to a couple of teenage (or younger) kids. These kinds of events
also happened to me in pre-teen years. And I even remember once
negotiating a girl into tying me to a tree - in a consensual
manner - when I was even younger (long before puberty).

I stated that I was demonstrating "the early burgeoning
pleasures of humiliation, and the kinds of scenario which might
involve this 'subtle' consent".

As I explained, the girl and boy in my example were involved in
a dance that could (but most likely would not) result in a
consensual bdsm relationship. I also suggested that in "reality
what may happen is that he is scared silly."

I was a scared boy, but I suspect that through such
experimentation and flirting with pain at a very early age that
I learned why consensual bdsm is not as emotionally painful. I
learned to turn it into the "charade" discussed by the
references mentioned in my post. This charade gives me pleasure
from the pain without really suffering because at heart I know
it's a charade I sought out.

>Of course the real world, and some people in it, can be cruel.
>So I'm sure that there are women who would "enjoy" humiliating
>Sensitive Sam. But that is not BDSM - it is just abuse.

Yes. A grown woman who enjoyed humiliating strangers without any
reason to think that she had permission would be an abuser. But
she would also be taking a big risk herself if she didn't have
such tacit permission.

It is the kind of unthinking cruelty that happens while we grow
up. I would not lumber pre-teen, or teenage girls experimenting
with their power over boys with the label of abusers. They have
to learn too.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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Re: C: all alone here
From: Jonathan Howes
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 00:56:48 -0400

looking at jboy's post i had to give my head a shake to be sure
i hadn't posted that lol

boyj/jboy

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Re: C: all alone here
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2011 05:25:10 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Jonathan Howes aka boyj wrote:

>i had to give my head a shake to be sure i hadn't posted that

Well, I guess there must be quite a few "boys" reading DOMestic
with a first name starting with the initial J.

The jboy you are replying about/to posts under the identity
"jboy2386"

If all the boys with a first initial of "J" post here, then
you'll need to differentiate yourselves in a manner similar to
that which "jboy2386" has already done.

But "boyj", in your case you are posting by email, so your name
in the "From" field of your email header currently results in
you posting under the name of "Jonathan Howes" rather than
"boyj" or "jboy" which means we can tell the difference even if
you are confused. :-)

If you post using the online form at:-

http://u4ds.com/

then you can choose to post under another or more precise
identity if you prefer.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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S: Cleaning for Emily
From: slcfemdomcouple
Date: 7 Jan 2011 19:54:14 -0000

Cleaning for Emily
by slcmalemaid

I am not a very good writer. I am much more of a programmer.

This story is 90% true and based on real events that have
happened to me and the other characters. Names have been changed
of course. The only parts that haven't happened is the eating of
cum other than my own, although that has been talked about
regularly, and the cleaning of houses other than my wife's and
her cousin's. Her cousin is a real estate agent though and I
imagine that the time might come when I am cleaning other houses
for her.

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"These had better be clean," I am told when my Mistress removes
the previously cum soaked panties from my mouth. "And now here's
your dinner," she continues while dumping my food onto the
toilet seat.

Of course the cum in the panties was not mine but was my "treat"
for being allowed to clean my Mistresses' cousins house yet
again. And I knew every item in my dinner since it consisted of
all the "inedible" parts left over from my preparation of my
Mistress and her cousin's dinner.

I guess that I should start at the beginning. This arrangement
began on my birthday several years ago when I made the
suggestion to my wife/mistress that I would love to serve both
her and Emily, her cousin, on my Birthday.

Both ladies had so much fun being served and pampered while I
was tormented that it quickly became a regular routine. Thus,
when informed at work the previous evening that we would be
going to Emily's house for cleaning and to get everything ready,
I wasn't surprised at all.

"Open wide for your treat," Emily tells me as the door is opened
for me and my Mistress.

Without any delay the panties are shoved into my mouth where the
taste of cum immediately permeates all my senses.

"Jack had a really big load stored up," she says with a smile.

Cleaning for my mistresses is always accompanies by such a
"treat."

I guess that informing my wife that I thought swallowing someone
else's cum was the most submissive thing I could think of wasn't
such a great idea. Some days I am gagged with a pair of cum
soaked panties. Other times I am given a used condom that is to
be sucked clean after performing my duties. Once there was spent
semen on the floor of the kitchen that I had to lick up.

I am not sure how Emily and my Mistress obtain all the cum,
presumably Jack, Emily's husband, gets a hand job into the
panties but I have learned through their hints that not all the
cum is his. In any event it is always made clear that the cum is
a special treat that I am given in "payment" for my cleaning
services.

"By the way," Emily casually informs me, "I have a new house
that I am listing and I will need it cleaned by Friday."

I can't get upset since cleaning these houses for Emily was my
idea. The thing though about cleaning the other houses is that I
am usually quite alone. Emily will give my wife the address who
will then give it to me. I have to drive to and from the house
in uniform. I will show up at the house at night where there is
a note and the requisite "treat". I am usually not finished
cleaning until 3 or 4 in the morning. And quite often when I get
back home all I get is a "how was your cleaning." Emily never
acknowledges the cleaning other than leaving the notes and the
treats. Yet every time a note with a new address is given to me
my cock betrays me with its excitement.

"Here is your list of chores. We are going downstairs to watch a
movie."

"Clean well" my wife adds with a smile.

And so my day begins. It takes me a while to unpack all my
cleaning supplies and of course I know that I am to provide a
snack for the ladies as they watch their movie. This is so well
known that it isn't ever on the list.

I quickly slice the cheese and apples I have brought and rinse
the grapes. I place everything nicely on a platter and pop open
a bottle of Riesling that I brought up chilled. The smell of
cheese and apples combined with the pungent aroma and taste of
cum in my mouth is overwhelming.

Walking down the carpeted stairs in high heels is always a
challenge but combined with carrying a tray full of food and
wine is even more difficult.

I quietly enter the theater room and place the snacks near my
mistresses. I pour the wine and start to leave.

"Not so fast," Emily orders me. "Lift up your skirt."

I shyly hike up my skirt and both she and mistress give a laugh
and my straining cock in it's chastity belt covered with a
floral thong.

"Get cleaning" my wife scolds after laughing with Emily.

I close the door very quietly behind me.

"Chores" the list reads.

• 1. Clean all the bathrooms.
• 2. Clean the kitchen top to bottom.
• 3. Clean all the baseboards.
• 4. Vacuum all the carpets.
• 5. Clean all the hardwood.
• 6. Wash and replace all the sheets.
• 7. Do the laundry.
• 8. Lick all my shoes in the basket clean

I know better than to follow the list in order and immediately
go around to all the bedrooms gathering the sheets to be put
into the wash. Fortunately, Emily has a rather large and modern
washing machine and the sheets will be ready to put back on
within an hour.

While scrubbing the floor around the toilet in the guest
bathroom my phone beeps. Of course it is mistress text messaging
me a demand. This is a clever idea they came up with last time I
cleaned.

"More wine now," the message reads.

I quietly go into the theater room and pour wine for each of the
ladies. The wine was sitting right there next to them but we all
know that it is my role to serve them and that they need not
lift a finger.

"And take this tray out with you."

I take the tray to the kitchen and continue with my cleaning.

The day continues much in the same way with my cleaning hard and
stopping on and off to provide for some need of the ladies. I
can't really explain why, but performing these menial tasks for
my mistress or her cousin puts me into a submissive headspace
that is pure Zen.

There is something particularly submissive about cleaning
someone else's toilet while dressed as a slut maid or doing
their laundry and folding and putting away their husband's
clothes. And licking dirty shoes clean is absolutely mind
blowingly submissive for me.

"Stop and bend over," I hear one of them say as I am cleaning a
mirror. I am so absorbed in my submissive world that I have no
idea which one it was.

My panties are pulled around my ankles and I feel lube being
applied all around my anus.

Pulling the panties out of my mouth Emily orders me to "Suck my
dick, slut" while holding her strap-on to my face.

I quickly comply. I nearly gag though when my mistress impales
me with her strap-on.

"What a slut you are!" I am told while being fucked in the ass
and sucking the dildo in my mouth. "One of these days we are
really going to loan you out to the boys."

"Enough of that slut." I am told after several minutes of
fucking and sucking. "Quit screwing around and get back to work!
We are going out back," mistress says while shoving the panties
back into my mouth.

The ladies leave to sit on the patio while I am left to clean
myself up and put back on my panties.

After another hard couple hours cleaning the time is nearly 5:00
and fortunately I am done cleaning and can begin preparing
dinner. As is often requested, dinner consists of pear and
Gorgonzola salad, dry aged steaks, asparagus with balsamic
reduction and mashed potatoes. I know better than to make more
than the two of them will eat.

Knowing what is expected of me I keep all the trimmings in a
separate bowl for my dinner. While the ladies will be eating a
fine meal lovingly prepared I will be eating pear cores, the
hard ends of asparagus, fatty steak trimmings and uncooked
potato peels.

For whatever reason I find that this eating of scraps while my
mistresses enjoy a delicious meal to be ever so arousing. A
particular favorite meal from a brunch past was cereal with
golden nectar instead of milk dumped onto the bathroom floor.
Often I simply get a can of cold stew emptied onto a convenient
surface.

I light candles and set the table for a lovely dinner for the
ladies. I open the wine (a very nice 1992 California Cabernet
that I had been saving) and pour two glasses. I then go to fetch
the ladies.

Emily lives in a resort area and the back patio faces a walking
trail so going out to fetch them is always extremely scary and I
know better than to make any noise so I just go out back and
stand next to them until one of the asks me: "Is dinner ready?"

I swear that they love making me stand there exposed waiting for
someone to walk by. Fortunately no one ever has.

I follow them back into the house and pull the chairs out for
each of them. Keeping close attention on the ladies I serve them
each course and make certain to keep their wine glasses filled.

"Add this to your dinner" I am told when clearing the remains of
the steaks. I put the fatty remains of the steaks into the bowl
with the rest of my dinner.

I finish all the dishes while the ladies enjoy their wine.

"Go get yourself ready for dinner," Mistress tell me.

I know that this means that I must go take off my maids uniform,
lock my wrist cuffs around the toilet and wait for them to bring
my dinner to me.

After several minutes the ladies come into the bathroom and
present me with my dinner. "You have 15 minutes to eat,"
Mistress informs me after dumping out the mess of food scraps.

As usual, eating this mess while tied to the toilet never fails
to bring me to arousal. My cock strains against its cage the
entire time I am eating dinner.

"Slut, it's time to go home. Thank Mistress Emily for letting
you clean her house."

"Thank you Mistress Emily," I say as I am being unhooked from
the toilet.

"Put your uniform back on, clean up the toilet and load the
car."

The ladies say their good byes as I load up all my cleaning
supplies into the car. All the while I think about the house
cleaning and cum eating I will be doing again within a day or
two.

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Re: S: Cleaning for Emily
Date: 14 Jan 2011 11:58:01 -0000
From: jboy2386

Great story. It's interesting how extreme our imaginings can be.
I really enjoyed the story.

Best
Jboy2386 (don't want to be muddled with all the other Jboys)

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C: Cum soaked panties and a vivid imagination
Date: 17 Jan 2011 23:10:49 -0000
From: jboy2386

If you have ever watched Christine's "Going out" video where
David winds up in the closet while his mistress gets "all
sticky." You might, like me, share an excitement for the idea
that the object of your worship is out getting drilled by a
stranger and returning with a special treat for her subby.

In the story here about "Cleaning for Emily," it starts with
poor slave getting a pair of cum soaked panties stuffed in his
mouth.

So, what do you think? Is this safe and sane or barking mad. My
wife and I play a cuckold game based on Christine's software.
She "milks" me now and again and freezes my slave squirt for
later use.

When she "Goes out" I never really get to hear what happens. Her
panties are of course soaked with cum on her return. The frozen
squirt is gone, but as she says - "how do you know I didn't use
yours to cover up my lovers?"

We probably would never actually do it. If we did what's the
consensus on just how dangerous it is?

Jboy2386

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Re: C: Cum soaked panties and a vivid imagination
Date: Sun, 06 Feb 2011 18:56:41 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

jboy2386 wrote:

>Christine's "Going out" video where David winds up in the
>closet while his mistress gets "all sticky." -snip- drilled by
>a stranger and returning with a special treat for her subby
>-snip- Is this safe and sane or barking mad

It is totally safe if the person who gets Mistress all sticky is
a fictional creation and doesn't really exist.

Some might think we would both be barking mad to indulge in such
a pretense, but it is highly exciting for me to imagine my
Mistress is really "all sticky" when she has told me to clean
her intimate places on her return after a night out. My
imagination fills in all kinds of blanks.

In reality, it would be highly unsafe for my Mistress to accept
the bodily fluids of any other person, in any orifice, unless
she was totally confident that the partner was totally healthy
and free of sexually transmitted diseases.

To a lesser degree, it would also be risky for me to clean her
up afterwards. There is no doubt in my mind that the risk to her
would be greater, and I'm also in no doubt that she would be
highly cautious in her behaviour. She would have a partner use a
condom to protect herself, even if she thought him likely to be
safe.

>When she "Goes out" I never really get to hear what happens.
>-snip- We probably would never actually do it. If we did
>what's the consensus on just how dangerous it is?

I think one important issue on safety is whether it is one
regular lover as an additional partner that one is confident of,
or whether the additional partners are "players" - the latter
would be highly dangerous to share fluids with. And multiple
players would be lunacy.

sincerely,
David

Download "Games People Play" by David

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Re: S: Jim's Story - part eleven
Date: 2 Feb 2011 16:44:06 -0000
From: John Barton

A most interesting vignette. However, I think Lucy and Karen
should have had Jim pay homage, a verbal tribute to their
wonderful unique anatomy. Like say.....

In the toilet Lucy ordered, "Jim remove my panties. Now look.
Look very well."

She bent low, knees straight. The glorious ample ass rose high,
bobbed then gyrated. Dark amber pubic tufts showed delightfully.
She arose, then peed holding her skirt high. She touched her
lipstick and simultaneously pointed at her still dripping bush
then motioned me forward. Pushing my head into it she ordered,
"lick me clean."

I complied with alacrity.

"Kneel, now your best sincere verbal homage please!"

"Queen Goddess Lucy, your body temple is unique and fits my
fantasy of the beautiful Mistress of my dreams. The derriere so
fine. Firm yet soft smooth globes create the ass to die for. Oh
to knead, kiss and playfully spank that gorgeous thing. And the
copious springing tendrils that create a hirsute dream for me.
It so wonderfully tickled my loving face just now. And the
aroma, yes the aroma, and the tasty salty juicy blend, they
have me floating. Oh thank you Goddess for this reward."

To be continued. Karen's verbal tribute tomorrow.

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Re: S: Jim's Story - part eleven (2)
Date: 3 Feb 2011 14:30:34 -0000
From: John Barton

Continuation of my reply to Jim's Story # 11:

When Lucy takes Jim to her room I imagine this scene: "Jim, your
earlier verbal was nice. Kathleen is lucky to have you as total
slave, but right now you are under my control. You will now
serve me as you would Kathleen. What does she really dig."

"Her menu is long and varied. But corporal, body worship,
exhibition are favorites - and in endless varied forms."

"Body worship? Sounds most interesting. Tell me, Jim, do you
worship all her body."

"Indeed!"

"Um, yes sounds good. But she's not here so we will do it my
way."

"Wonderful Miss Lucy."

Lucy began slowly undressing. "You have not seen all of me." She
cupped and lifted gorgeous mounds. "You may kiss me now."

A really good kiss - two tongues searching mouths - now suckling
ramrod nips that jutted like soldiers.

With heavy panting breath she continued slowly removed each
remaining garment. As if on stage she strutted, turned, and
gyrated. A gorgeous naked Lucy now cavorted in wonderful poses.

"I enjoyed, so much, your complements on my derriere earlier
today. Let me present it formally right now."

She turned, bent over, thrusting it high as possible. A slow
gyration. "You may kiss me now, intimately."

A mouth smack on each mounding cheek. then the hard press of
lips deep between the crease - quick but full contact made.

She arose, "a very good start, slave Jim." She verily pranced
around the bed then raising legs high, then back over her head,
knees tight. which again presented the ample ass so wonderfully.

He virtually dove in. Quick kisses all over that ample treasure
of fine girl ass, ending with deep thrust into the crease from
which peeped electric curled tufts He rose, then lay beside her.

"Lucy, may I begin my worship with kissing first your lips"

"Oh yes, yes!"

They kissed like beginning high school lovers for several
minutes. So fine. Neck nibbling, ear nipping, blowing in each
ear. Then a another long two- tongues searching kiss.

"Hands clasped on your neck please."

She looked surprised but complied. He suckled, nibbled, then a
real tongue washing.

"I love that you have not shaved there."

In arousal Goddess odors and tastes are another treat for
adoring slaves. Twenty minutes more of kissing nearly all her
skin. And the eating. So marvelous. The cleft, hair sprouting,
leaping, twining. And then, this time not a quick lip-peck, but
a full blown expression from slave to Goddess that her puckered
rose was his treasure too.

"Lucy, I can verbalize a tribute, but my tongue wagging,
searching, thrusting, says more that my best uttered words. And
indeed, Lucy, you possess a body temple that all men would
covet. A wonderful treat to fully adore each and every inch and
every dimple, aperture, and limb."

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C: training program question
Date: 5 Feb 2011 20:02:38 -0000
From: jboy2386

Hi,

Question for you. I have tried to support your efforts by buying
the videos and the training program.

My partner and I still love the training program, which is now
very old.

Did you ever consider an upgrade price? Seems a bit harsh to
shell out another $99 for the 2009 version.

Just a thought!

Jboy2386

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Re: C: training program question
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2011 21:07:24 -0000

Hello jboy2386,

I'm not harsh at all :-) as you will see....

jboy2386 wrote:

>My partner and I still love the training program, which is now
>very old.

Yes, I think perhaps you purchased back in 1999, and I'm pleased
you are still enjoying it ten years later.

>Did you ever consider an upgrade price?

Yes. But you probably don't have to pay an upgrade fee.

When we introduced version 3 we did make a nominal charge to
folk who had versions 1 and 2 to go to V3, as it was a major
upgrade.

>Seems a bit harsh to shell out another $99 for the 2009
>version.

The 2009 version you refer to is version 3.2, and was only a
minor change within version three to make it work on IE8 and
other modern browsers.

If you need a copy of 3.2 to get V3 working on your system just
drop a line to me at the support address listed on the Fem Dom
Software page, with the name and address you used when
purchasing any previous version 3, and I'll email you the latest
version free of charge.

sincerely,
Christine

The Fem Dom Training Software.
Advises on how best to train your husband/lover.

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S: Jim's Story - part thirty-three
Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2010 21:27:25 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part thirty-three - Friday

I found coffee in the motel and brought it to our room, this
woke Betty and I gave her the coffee and I was amazed how
beautiful she was. Why didn't I think she was beautiful when we
first met?

Betty said: "Did I give you permission to get coffee?"

I said: "I think so Miss Betty, at least until we get home."

Betty said: "That was to make coffee."

I said: "I'm at your mercy Miss Betty but I thought you said any
sweet thing."

Betty said: "You're right, I said that, why are you so nervous?"

I said: "I'm not allowed to argue."

Betty said: "Then why did you?"

I said: "I was afraid of being punished."

Betty said: "But you should be punished for arguing?"

I said: "Yes ma'am"

Betty said: "Isn't it up to me to decide?"

I said: "Yes ma'am of course."

Betty said: "I'll think about it."

I wondered if this would be the last time I dressed Betty. She
was attractive to me because she was so much like Sarah but
different.

In the morning I could bear sitting at a restaurant for
breakfast. Betty said she didn't drive on freeways. So I had to
drive and sit on my very sore butt. Betty guided me to a store
where I bought a thick lamb's wool pad for my seat. How did she
know where the store was, and why was she so considerate? I
wondered.

I told Sarah we would be home in the early afternoon. By the
time we arrived my butt wasn't hurting any more. I helped Betty
from the van and carried in her suitcase behind her.

Sarah and Kathleen hugged and kissed Betty who returned the
affections as if they hadn't seen each other for years. I
curtsied but I was ignored. I carried Betty's suitcase upstairs.
I carried all the boxes upstairs; there was a large dresser and
Betty's bed that I couldn't move by myself.

The ladies moved to the family room and were chatting and I
entered, curtsied three times and stood waiting. Sarah asked
Betty if I had behaved. Betty said that I was a sweetheart.
Sarah and Kathleen were complimenting Betty on selling her house
and packing up so quickly. Betty accepted the compliments with
'there was some luck involved.'

I said: "Excuse me Miss Betty."

Betty said: "What Jim?"

I said: "You may have either of two rooms, would you like to see
them?"

Betty said: "No you choose, if I don't like it you can move me
to the other one."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but I also need help getting your bed and
the dresser upstairs."

Sarah said: "Don't be tedious, get us some wine and then go fix
Betty's room."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I Curtsied three times and left to search
for some wine.

I returned, curtsied and served some Cabernet Sauvignon wine. I
left the bottle. And curtsied.

I managed to get the mattress upstairs and inspired by that I
got the dresser up also. I tried to imagine being Betty - would
I like facing the street or facing the back of the house. I
decided that Betty would like the street view, she could see who
comes and goes.

I moved the furniture a few times to get the best layout. I
emptied the boxes and put everything away, into drawers and into
the closet. I took care to fold her panties and bras. I arranged
her shoes nicely.

I folded the packing boxes and took them outside. I visited my
mistresses and curtsied three times.

They took no notice of me.

I said: "Miss Kathleen I would like to return the van, it will
take about half an hour."

Kathleen said: "How will you get back?"

I said: "I left my car in the lot where I rented the van Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Consider dinner for us and check the
refrigerator, we haven't shopped while you were gone and maybe
pick up some groceries and Carmen left you a list and it's on
the refrigerator."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll also go to the store, so it will be an
hour and a half."

Sarah said: "Jim, Miss Betty will take over managing you here at
home. Ask her permission to return the van and shop."

I said to Sarah: "Yes ma'am."

I said to Betty: "Miss Betty, I would like to return the Van and
then shop for groceries specifically for dinner tonight, I
estimate the overall time less than an hour and a half."

Betty said: "You have permission to do that, what else will you
do?"

I said: "Miss Kathleen said that Miss Carmen left me a list of
feminine hygiene products to purchase for the office, I would
like to purchase those also."

Betty said: "You can buy all that in one store?"

I said: "I can buy most things at the grocery store but I also
go to Trader Joe's store to buy wine and cheese."

Betty said: "I've never seen a Trader Joe's store so I'll go
with you."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "The way you should have asked for permission was to
say at the beginning which stores you were planning to visit. We
will work on that."

I said: "Yes ma'am; would you like to see your room?"

Betty said: "Lead the way."

We went upstairs and I showed her the front room I had set up.

She looked in the drawers and must have seen her underwear and
in the closet and saw her shoes lined up and her clothes
hanging.

Betty said she wanted a hook in the wall opposite her bed and I
followed her to the bathroom and she said one opposite to the
toilet.

I said; "Yes ma'am."

We went downstairs and I put Betty into the van and I got in.

Betty said: "You did a nice job on my room, did you have
permission?"

I said: "Miss Sarah said to get wine and then fix your room."

Betty said: "That's good, I'm waiting for you to do something
without permission so I can use the lovely stocks Mom got for
you."

I said: "Miss Betty I promised I would never disappoint you.
Would you like me to do something without permission?"

Betty laughed: "Do you want me to beat you?"

I said: "I want to do what you want, always."

Betty said: "You're a sweet boy and we all love you."

Betty offered to buy all the feminine products. I bought all the
food I needed. We checked out in separate lines almost at the
same time.

We went to Trader Joe's. It's an eclectic market specializing in
wine, cheese, imported delicacies and specialty produce. I saw
Betty was fascinated; another foodie in the household would be
welcome. I bought granolas, wines, cheeses, frozen meat patties,
packaged meats, bread, muffins, did I say wine. Trader Joe's
does not ask if you want paper or plastic, they bag it in paper
bags with handles. Betty was ecstatic.

On the way home Betty said: "After you put the food away, let's
play with the stocks, I want to examine your ass, I may not beat
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "When we get home, you will want to put the food
away, I will expect you to request permission to do that. Then
because you're such a dutiful boy you will place yourself into
the stocks, but I want you to ask for permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "You have been doing a lot of autonomous work; from
now on you get permission from me."

I said: "Yes ma'am; do I have permission to do nothing?"

Betty said: "Of course not. Whenever you have nothing to do, you
come to me and stand at attention or because you're such a sweet
boy you can kiss my feet all the way up to my knees."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but what if you're sleeping or not around?"

Betty said: "If I'm sleeping you write a note explaining what
you are about to do and slip it under my door. If I'm not around
you deposit it first with Mom and then Sarah. If they decide not
to give you permission then you won't have it. In summary you
cannot be doing any task if I or Mom or Sarah has not said you
may. Except if every one of us is asleep you can submit your
request to me in writing."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "You don't understand why you have to do this, you
explained so well why you stand and serve while we eat dinner;
this is the same principal. You are completely under our
control. Isn't that where you want to be?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I see but I thought I could do things that
no one asked that would please you?"

Betty said: "We know that and think it's wonderful, but imagine
how much better if you have to get permission to do it."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I see."

Betty said: "Please pay attention to getting permission because
I'm very strict, there are no more exceptions you will be dealt
with severely."

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

Miss Betty: "May I put the food we brought away when we get
home, it takes fifteen to thirty minutes."

Betty said: "Excellent you may do that."

I said: "Miss Betty: One of my tasks is doing laundry. On
Thursday nights I hand wash Miss Sarah's and Miss Kathleen's
undergarments, which I iron on Friday night. I presume with your
approval I will have the honor of doing yours as well. My
question is that since I wasn't present this past Thursday or
Friday what Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen's expectations
concerning making up those chores are?"

Betty said: "You are wondering if you have to do that tonight
prior to placing yourself into the stocks?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "Report to me when you're finished putting the food
away and I will let you know."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

When we got home I put the food away and thought about what
Betty said. Maybe they don't know how much I do. But do I have
to ask permission to go to the toilet, I wondered?

I curtsied and stood at attention near Betty's seat. I didn't
want to be kissing Betty's feet under Sarah's gaze. No one paid
any attention to me. So I continued to stand and feel stupid,
nothing new.

Betty said: "Jim owes me a little stock time."

Sarah said: "I'm hungry have him fix dinner."

Betty said: "You heard; you may fix dinner."

I said: "May I also set the table and clean the kitchen, Miss
Betty?"

Betty said: "You may."

I thought that I got off lucky because Betty could have wanted
to know what I was going to fix (I had no idea at that moment)
or how long it would take.

I decided that when in doubt boil water and see if there is
pasta. Step two - what to put on the pasta, etc. They got
spaghetti Carbonara, spinach salad, dinner roles and Chardonnay.
Cooking the bacon took most of the time. Sauteing the garlic
helped everyone start salivating.

I seated the ladies, and offered additional ground black pepper
or shredded parmesan.

With three ladies I did more fetching than just standing. They
almost didn't leave me any. I cleared the table, cleaned the
kitchen, started the dishwasher, and reported back with three
curtsies and I stood at attention feeling stupid. I was ignored
until Sarah said: "Is there more wine?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" curtsied three times and went to get the
bottle. Returned, curtsied and poured wine for each lady. Placed
the wine on the coffee table, and stood at attention next to
Betty, I felt heat around my neck, I was blushing from
embarrassment. The ladies ignored me.

Finally Betty said: "I understand Jim that you put yourself into
the stocks, please strip before you do."

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

I waited in the stocks and after ten or fifteen minutes Betty
showed up and tightened the strap and lowered the top that held
my head and hands. Evidently someone had given her instruction.

Betty examined my butt. She said there was only a trace of the
beating I received. She said: "Tomorrow we could give you a
caning if it becomes necessary."

She said: "Where do you sleep?"

I said: "With my wife when I can, frequently on the floor in
Miss Kathleen's closet."

Betty said: "Would you like to sleep with me?"

I said: "It's not my decision."

Betty said: "You're right but I asked you a question."

I said: "I love my wife. Miss Kathleen persuaded my wife to keep
me on the basis that I become her slave and facilitated me
becoming so."

Betty said: "When you and Sarah married you were both straight?"

I said: "Yes, I had fantasies but I never discussed it with
Sarah."

Betty said: "We've been talking about me taking you over."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "My mom and Sarah aren't really into domination.
They've done well with a very talented and willing subject. But
I am and I think I can take you further than you have imagined."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" She wasn't asking me anything. And I didn't
like this conversation. I was totally immobilized. If I said the
wrong thing I could be left here all night.

Betty said: "Have you been left in this overnight?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, just once."

Betty said: "Was it uncomfortable?"

I said: "Yes ma'am; it was terrible because basically I was
standing but leaning forward, and there was pressure on my
shoulder, everything hurt by morning, and Miss Sarah and Miss
Kathleen were mad at me."

Betty said: "I was thinking of leaving you here all night
because you're not excited at my proposal."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "Will you be more enthusiastic in the morning."

I said: "Miss Betty you are beautiful and what you say excites
all my fantasies, I have come to adore you, and I have so much
respect for you, but my one and only love is Sarah. If she tells
me I have to be your slave I will do the best I can."

Betty said: "So you want Sarah to give you to me?"

I said: "Essentially, but it's complicated because I am no
longer permitted to want?"

Betty said: "Neither my mom nor Sarah are into any of this
domination, they do it for you because I told them about it."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I have come to realize that they were just
pushing my buttons because, well I guess because they loved me."

Betty said: "That didn't bother you?"

I said: "Of course it gave me pause, Miss Betty, but your mom
and Sara started it so I 'played' along, and tried to pay them
back with love and service. They escalated it and I tried to do
the same. Then I met one of your soul sisters."

Betty said: "Are you talking about Peggy?"

I said: "Yes ma'am. I am privileged to know two actual
practising domineering females."

Betty laughed. "So it's been a game for you?"

I said: "I don't think so. Sara has changed, your mom is
conflicted about her feelings, one of my co-workers who is a
rising star, is trying it out. Sarah thinks that I will never
come on to her and say 'how about a role in the hay tonight
baby;' I'm saying that we have all changed."

Betty said: "Okay, you may end up here all night because I lost
a bet to Sarah. She said almost exactly what you said and I bet
her a hundred bucks that you were easy pickings."

I said: "I'm at your mercy Miss Betty."

Betty said: "In that case you are in trouble. But maybe your
wife will rescue you."

Betty left; turned off the light and closed the door.

About an hour later my lovely Sarah came. She caressed my head
and kissed my forehead and eyes and then on the mouth. Then she
released me. I carried my clothes and followed her upstairs to
our bedroom.

Immediately Sarah set on my penis corset to unlock it. Sarah
said things to me like I could have her forever, we did
everything. And it was all wonderful. Sarah in my arms was my
dreams fulfilled.

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S: The Prisoner - Chapter 81
From: Boz 4444
Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2010 20:12:32 +0000

Another Chapter for your approval.
Kind regards,
Boz

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The Prisoner, by Will Cane

Chapter 81

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It was one of the newspaper tabloids that started the public
interest in the new Correctional Centres: Rumours of excesses
taken by both male and female staff started to spread.
Sometimes, the treatment the prisoners receive when loaned out
for service in the Community was far harsher. Needless to say,
any released prisoner who was known to be talking to the press
was soon removed from view with a judicial restraining order
that committed them to one of the even newer Enhanced Centres.

The overwhelming fear that was ingrained into every prisoner was
to be totally obedient to any female remotely in authority
otherwise their release to society would be delayed
indefinitely. Obedience to any form of abuse or discipline was
simply part of the system to them.

One young female reporter did carry out interviews with the ex-
prisoners and managed to elicit graphic accounts of how severely
individuals had been treated. But what none of them knew, as
they whispered the accounts of how they had been abused to the
attractive and sympathetic female reporter, was that she
actually held rank in the Security Services. This ensured that
once the stories had been put into an official report, the
report itself was given a classification that would keep it away
from all but official eyes. Then the whistle blowers would find
themselves seized on some pretext of breaking the conditions of
their release and delivered to a far worse Centre than the one
that they had been originally held in.

The first report came from a thirty five year old male by the
name of Chater. He had been treated pretty much within the rules
in the Correctional Centre, even though that was bad enough in
itself. It was when he was sent out to work in the community
that he really had problems. This had been an approved system
whereby ladies with status in the area would have the benefit of
a male or female prisoner to use as a servant. In no time it
became subject to abuse and corruption and anyone with the cash
to bribe Corrections Officers could come by some free labour to
say nothing of the opportunity to ill-treat someone who had no
recourse to any complaint or justice.

Chater had been dropped off at a small detached house in the
country and signed for by a Mrs Shaw a slim dark haired woman in
her early fifties. He was dressed in the regulation t-shirt,
denim shorts and trainers that his particular centre required
with just a change of kit including an athletic support and a
wash kit in a small bag.

She showed him to a small room in the attic with just a simple
iron bed and blankets with the words that he could forget any
ideas about being on some sort of holiday. She sat on the bed as
he stood next to it at attention.

"You will address me as Madam and I will address you by your
surname. I expect high standards of respect and obedience at all
times. You will not be given an order twice.

When you step out of line I will ask for a visit from one of the
staff at your Centre to knock some sense into you. Strictly
speaking I don't have any powers of punishment but I wouldn't
rely on that fact too much."

She stood up.

"Is that understand Chater?"

He nodded nervously, his hopes of working for a kind employer
gone.

Without warning she slapped first his left cheek then his right
with the back of her right hand.

After that he managed to avoid antagonising his new owner too
much and seemed to be leading a reasonably pleasant existence,
at least, as reasonably pleasant as any prisoner/servant could
expect.

Days slipped by and the only event of note was when she called
him in and asked when he was last milked. Chater explained,
somewhat embarrassed, that it had been nearly a month ago. Mrs
Shaw grimaced:

"I may see if we can arrange something for you on purely health
grounds. In the meantime I want you to wear this at all times as
I have no wish to see your genitals, particularly if you are
unable to control yourself at any time and start to erect."

She handed him his issued athletic support that had been
modified somewhat. Inside the pouch, stitched to the upper part
of the lining was a white rigid tube. Inside it were numerous
plastic spikes.

He was told to ensure that the end of his uncovered penis was
properly fitted into the tube with the foreskin pulled hard
back. Any amount of engorgement would then force the unprotected
glans up into the hostile tube and encourage a rapid change of
attitude. It could be removed for natural functions and at night
but to prevent any distasteful sights for Mrs Shaw, it was to be
in place at all times other than those exceptions.

He then settled into the routine of the house. It was true that
Mrs Shaw treated him with total contempt, especially in front of
her visitors and relatives particularly the female ones and that
she had used a strap on his covered backside on a couple of
occasions. She certainly seemed to find every demeaning and
unpleasant job such as her personal laundry and keeping the
house toilets spotless for him to do - but on the whole, life
was better than in the prison.

She had not followed through on her threat to seek the services
of one of the staff from the local Correctional Centre to
discipline him, for which he was more than grateful. On the
whole, for a prisoner, life was pretty good.

Until he was taken to his first ladies coffee morning:

It seemed that several ladies in the area who had prisoner-
servants met up on a regular basis to compare notes. To legalise
the proceedings of these meetings the ladies would always invite
a "guest speaker" from the Correctional Centre who would be
especially selected for her uncompromising attitude to both male
and female inmates. Mrs Shaw was soon invited to join the group
and took Chater along for the first meeting.

The house was large and in its own grounds. They were met at the
door by a male slave dressed as Chater was in T shirt, shorts
and trainers. He indicated the kitchen to Chater and escorted
Mrs Shaw into a large well lit sitting room where the hostess, a
slim fair headed lady in her mid-thirties was serving coffee.

There were eight ladies present ranging in age from late teens
to early forties. They were all dressed in formal blouses and
skirts. One of the younger girls was a niece of the house owner
and the other younger girl the lady's Polish au pair. The guests
were seated on comfortable armchairs along one wall.

A loud knock at the door announced the arrival of a further
guest. This time it was a uniformed prison wardress by the name
of Miss Sinclair. Tall, heavily built in her thirties with long
blonde hair drawn up in a rigid bun behind her head she went
round introducing herself with a firm handshake.

Meanwhile the male who had answered the door broke the bad news
to the four male and two female prisoners assembled in the
kitchen. One of the females and two of the males had served time
under the woman and were immediately nervous of how she would
conduct the morning's procedures.

As one of them explained:

There was a wide variety of staff in their centre. All were
strict but Miss Sinclair had earned the reputation of being
harsh, unforgiving and severe in all her dealing with the
prisoners. Being on report to her always resulted in being
sentenced to more strokes or pain than the other staff and when
she was on punishment infliction duties she put extra effort
into every stroke or whack ensuring that all the so called
penalty strokes for misbehaviour during punishment were
allocated and inflicted.

Any hopes of an easy time at the weekly meeting of their owners
were dashed. He also mentioned that he had been told to move
from her car boot two items. The first was a black four feet
long cylinder with a closed top that when lifted made the all
too familiar dry rattling sound of canes. The second was a black
hold-all that contained items that he couldn't even guess at.

The house owner, Mrs Rooney started the after-coffee events by
calling in her personal male servant to clear away the cups and
equipment. The group of prisoners were then called in and told
to form a line in front of the seated ladies at the 'present'
position.

Mrs Rooney announced that there were two new servants and with a
smile in Miss Sinclair's direction suggested that they be given
the traditional welcome. Chater and a young female were called
forward.

Mrs Rooney then moved a high backed chair into the centre and
produced a wooden hairbrush from a nearby shelf. "Well ladies...
the servants will now take a whack on each buttock from each of
us as is our tradition here."

The lady of the house sat in the chair, pulled her skirt up to
reveal her stockinged thighs and motioned the girl towards her.
Following her orders the girl raised her short skirt and
blushing, lowered her small white panties to her knees before
she lay across the lap. Her buttocks still showed the bruising
from a previous beating when she was still in the Centre but Mrs
Rooney brought her brush down with her weight behind it on each
cheek in turn.

By now the other ladies had produced their hairbrushes and
arranged themselves on the edge of the armchair seats. The male
replaced the female over the lap with his shorts down but his
athletic support in place. By the time he received his welcome
whacks the girl was already well down the line of ladies with
her buttocks becoming more agonised with each application.

Just when they thought it was over, Miss Sinclair borrowed one
of the heavier brushes, ordered them both to bend and touch
their toes and laid in with her own efforts.

The meeting proper could then start.

Miss Sinclair, still wearing her full uniform and hat announced
to the room that her talk would be on the subject of
"Maintenance treatments for prisoners in the community."

She explained that the powers that be were uneasy about the
relatively benign treatment that many such prisoners were
receiving in the hands of their owners compared with their
treatment inside the Correctional Centres. All too often the
excuse was given that the prisoner had been behaving well, and
this may well be true, but that the essential edge of respect
and fear had been reduced.

The recommendation, or more to the point requirement, was that
all prisoners must receive a maintenance punishment session
every week. It was felt that this should be given at the same
exact time every seven days and that it should be severe enough
so that they would most certainly not look forward to it with
anything other than trepidation. The minimum set was to be eight
strokes of the heavy strap across the naked buttocks and it
should be laid on hard.

She ordered the elder of the female prisoners to bring her the
hold-all and on unzipping it, produced a meaty looking leather
strap with a wooden handle. The business end was around eighteen
inches in length and almost a quarter of an inch thick with
rounded ends.

"This is one of the type that we use in the Centres and both the
male and the females seem to find it effective. It is far from
being the heaviest strap we use but it is sufficiently heavy to
give substantial pain. They are available from Amazon and I
suggest you order yours as soon as possible so that you can
start the new system with your servant. Remember, it's not just
the application that achieves the level of respect but also the
knowledge that come hell or high water, they will receive it at
the appointed time."

A shudder went around the standing prisoners.

That time would be entirely at the discretion of the owner,
perhaps first thing in the morning or at a set time in the
evening... it was up to her.

There was a brief murmur of conversation in the room and the
first question came from Mrs Rooney:

"What happens if I happen to have just thrashed my boy for some
very real offence, as I have done just half an hour ago before
we left home... Will I have to delay the maintenance?"

"Certainly not," replied Miss Sinclair. "The rules are very
clear in that no reduction in punishment is to be given because
of existing bruising or tenderness. The Strap will have to be
laid on hard... exactly on time."

Mrs Shaw indicated the nervous Chater to the ladies: "I am not
too happy with the business of disciplining my servant because
frankly, the sight of the naked male repulses me. Can I get
around this somehow so that he will receive the necessary
punishments to keep him in line but I will be spared the effort
and the embarrassment."

"Of course, of course." said Miss Sinclair with a smile. "Many
ladies feel the same way so we have introduced sessions at the
Centre so that any owner can send their prisoner along with a
note and one of the Correctional staff will inflict either the
punishment that you require, or if you leave it to them, one
that will have the desired effect. You can send them for either
a correction or for their weekly maintenance. If having
inflicted a specific punishment, he or she is due for a
maintenance thrashing they can be kept until the appointed time
and then given it. This does mean a longish trip by public
transport to and from the centre, but that should increase their
anticipation and I am sure that if the 'bus is full for the
return, the wardresses will have made sure that they don't mind
standing!"

When the ladies laughter had died down there was one more
question from a well built horsey lady in a tweed jacket and
skirt. She pointed out a tall well built man in his late
twenties as her servant.

"I think that my boy will agree that I err on the side of
strictness when it comes to inflicting punishments and his
backside is kept in a suitably receptive state, but what happens
if I am unavoidably out of the house on the odd time he is due
for one of these regular sessions? I would fix Thursday at
7.30pm as being the set time just before I have dinner but I am
bound to be called away sometime or other."

"Do you have neighbours that you trust?"

"Indeed, on one side my neighbour is a good friend who is
greatly interested in my situation with a servant".

"Then the easiest solution would be to arrange for this lady to
beat your boy in your absence. Perhaps she could have a practice
run that needn't count the day before the scheduled beating. She
may need a little training from you but this would cover your
absence. When she does act on your behalf you can check the
punished area when you return to make sure that the strap was
laid on effectively just to be on the safe side."

The lady continued with her questions:

"I'm pretty happy about the concept and timing for this type of
punishment but I am worried about the level of effort that I
should put into the beating. Would it be possible for you to
demonstrate this Miss Sinclair?"

The room went silent. Miss Sinclair stood up, placed the strap
on her chair and removed her uniform jacket rolling up her
sleeves.

"This is one of the reasons for me being here so of course it is
possible. Which of the servants will assist in the demonstration
ladies?"

A murmur went round the room and it was mentioned that lots were
normally drawn to see which servant would receive any
demonstration punishment that may be required. Numbers were put
into Miss Sinclair's hat and each prisoner told to take one out.
It was then announced that the lowest one would be the one
selected.

A gasp came from the female in her early forties by the name of
Mortimer when she looked at the number in her hand. She had
committed no offence but would now have to submit to a harsh
strapping just on the whim of the Wardress. She was five feet
six inches in height with fair hair in two schoolgirl style
pigtails and somewhat overweight despite the stringent diet and
frequent exercise that her owner subjected her to. Without being
told she bent over the back of the chair and gripped the
armrests.

Miss Sinclair had other ideas for her:

"One of the prime reasons for the maintenance system is that the
prisoner is denied any false modesty. They should always be
fully stripped for this so get your clothes off girl!"

Mortimer blushed furiously. She had hopes of maintaining some of
her self respect but that hope had been dashed. She was more shy
than most and resented having to display her less than perfect
figure to anyone who happened to be present. But she also knew
that with Miss Sinclair no hesitation should be displayed. She
didn't even bother to look at her owner so didn't see the lady's
self satisfied grin.

It was known to many in the room that Mortimer was the first
wife of the husband of one of the guests, Jayne Preston, an
extremely attractive lady in her late twenties. Jayne had set up
a flat together with Mortimer's then husband who had
subsequently been forced to be generous with the alimony to
Mortimer leaving his new wife with little of the luxuries she
envisaged.

When Jayne learned that Mortimer had been sent to a Correctional
Centre for an unrelated offence it had been a matter of time
before she could arrange for her husband's ex wife to be
delivered to her for "domestic duties". Now she would be able to
sit back and watch her suffer yet again.

Mortimer removed her blouse, skirt and shoes then to shouts of
"Hurry up girl!" she slipped off her large support bra allowing
her breasts to swing free. Small bruises were apparent over
their surface, and both nipples, large by nature, looked tender
and swollen. As she bent to remove her suspender belt and
stockings the after bruising of regular beatings were visible on
her over-large buttocks.

Mortimer had been left unshaved both underarm and crotch and
being forced to display the dark mass of hair greatly added to
her humiliation as her owner planned it would. Her panties were
hardly of consequence as the small white pair had bunched up
well into her cleft... but off they had to come.

Miss Sinclair instructed two of the males to manhandle an
armchair to the front of the audience and leave it with the back
facing them.

"The decision on whether to restrain your servant for punishment
is, of course, left entirely up to you. I recommend that all
Maintenance applications be laid on with the subject
unrestrained and therefore needing to display a level of self
control. This will add to the anticipation as it will open up
the possibility of being able to award penalty strokes for any
such lack of control."

Once more a shudder ran through the assembled prisoners. All
would normally opt for being strapped down to guarantee there
would be no penalties for movement. The securing straps removing
that opportunity for the hand to fly back or the movement of the
hips that could help to avoid a blow.

"So we will utilise the armchair here," Miss Sinclair went on
indicating that the woman should bend over it's well stuffed
back with her legs wide leaving her buttocks tight and high with
her thighs indecently spread. Her legs were shaking slightly
from the coldness of the room and the knowledge of how her
crotch was so shamefully exposed.

Miss Sinclair stood with her feet well apart, raised the strap
over her shoulder and brought it down on to the waiting cheeks
with a loud slap.

It left a white impression on the flesh when the buttocks had
rebounded. A low whinny came from the woman as the strap was
raised again and brought viciously down.

All eight strokes took but a minute to deliver with the target
lurching left and right but remaining tight over the back of the
chair. The buttocks were more white in colour before the
circulation returned as the woman was told to stand and then
face the audience at the 'present'.

Mortimer's face was flushed, and tears of shame and pain were
running down her screwed up face. She could see the group
staring with interest at her whole body as she was forced to
fight the pain and display herself to them. She consoled herself
with the belief that it was now over for her and that another
prisoner would be chosen as victim.

Once again Miss Sinclair had other thoughts.

"It is always necessary to consider the application of penalty
strokes following a beating of this type ladies. These are
entirely at the discretion of the disciplinarian but should
certainly be awarded for any refusal to remain in position, any
attempt to avoid the strokes or any verbal remarks that the
subject may let slip. Mortimer here has taken the demonstration
beating fairly well, but that doesn't relieve me, or her, from
giving a full demonstration to you. I will therefore have to lay
on two further strokes to show how I think these penalty strokes
should be applied."

Mortimer gasped in shock and, looking at Miss Sinclair shook her
head and said:

"P..please Miss.. No more... please!"

Without even looking in her direction Miss Sinclair said that
the penalty strokes would now be four in number.

It took some seconds before Mortimer was again positioned over
the chair. Her buttocks were now covered in red bars from the
strap and she continued to whine and sniffle with her runny
nose.

"Any penalty strokes must be given with the original
implement... but not necessarily to the same area. You will see
ladies that this girl has almost unmarked thighs so I will lay
the strap on to the tops of each. This will be a test of her
obedience so perhaps her owner would like to give her a word of
encouragement before I start."

Her owner walked over to the front of the chair and gently
lifted Mortimer's tear stained face. She then whispered a few
words in her ear and resumed her seat.

Without further waiting Miss Sinclair brought the strap down
across the left thigh top, then the right.

Whatever promises or threats Mortimer's owner had made to her,
they worked. It obviously hurt her to the core, but she remained
in position even when the last two were laid on with Miss
Sinclair's customary strength. She was then told to rejoin the
other, now more apprehensive, servants in their line which she
did with a shuffling gate and tears running down her face.

Miss Sinclair sat casually on the back of the chair and asked
for questions.

Mrs Shaw again mentioned her distaste at seeing her servant
naked and asked if the punishment sessions at the local
correctional centre could be expanded to include milking the
male prisoners.

Miss Sinclair responded with enthusiasm:

"Firstly we must also realise that the Government heads in
charge of the Correctional System are in the process of
requiring the female prisoners to undergo a similar form of
milking as it has been found that prolonged celibacy is as
detrimental to their health as well as the males. Naturally the
policy of making the event as unpleasant as possible will also
apply to them so any ideas that you ladies have would be
appreciated and I will pass them up the chain. But in the
meantime we can certainly make that service available to you Mrs
Shaw. When was your boy last milked?"

Hearing that it was over a month Mrs Sinclair looked concerned
and said that she had better check, calling Chater to the front.

"Many owners appreciate the benefits of keeping the males
frustrated but a limit of four weeks should be observed
otherwise they can either have a nocturnal emission that will
give the appearances to the owner of unauthorised masturbation
or become too interested in their female owner. The first
problem can easily be dealt with by giving him a sound caning on
the off chance that it was caused by him but the other can be
more of a problem with him staring with lust at any female that
he meets. Many owners simply cannot stand the sight of erections
and the official policy is that given release every month there
is no valid excuse for any tumescence other than being told to
become erect by the lady in charge of him. With Mrs Shaw's
permission I will examine this male for your benefit."

"Strip boy!"

Now it was Chater's turn to suffer. He removed his T shirt,
shorts and trainers and stood at the 'present' in just his
athletic support looking enquiringly at Mrs Shaw.

Mrs Shaw returned his look with a grimace and a shrug indicating
that she did not intend to object and that he was on his own
with the Wardress. She did however tell Miss Sinclair that his
support was her idea and what it did.

Miss Sinclair rubbed her hand over the front cup and could feel
a degree of swelling. She ordered him to remove it which he did
with some difficulty hopping from one foot to the other and
resumed a rigid 'present' position.. Almost immediately his
penis swelled to the fully erect state, despite his mental
efforts to control it.

"Well, ladies, even bearing in mind his delay in being milked
this is a blatant case of erection without permission that will
need dealing with. But first I will indicate the basics of
examining the male prisoner."

She reached into her bag and slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

"When examining your own servant it is up to you whether you
wear these but when examining a prisoner with whom you are not
familiar, I would recommend them especially if you find the
personal contact rather revolting. The first point I would make
is that the examination is to satisfy yourself with the male's
general condition and not to titillate him in any way. The body
search should also reveal any hidden items. Firm handling is the
secret and any discomfort he may feel is just a very necessary
part of the process. Prisoners like Chater here should be well
experienced in such examinations so should submit to the
handling without undue movement."

She then moved down his naked body starting with his mouth and
nostrils, demonstrating the sensitivity of his nipples and then
firmly grasping his penis.

"All of us have a view on whether, with the uncircumcised male,
the foreskin should be over the glans or pulled fully back. This
is certainly necessary for the hygiene check when the under rim
of the glans has to be checked for any deposits. This is
particularly important when chastity tubes are normally worn."

Chater, standing rigidly at the 'present' flinched only slightly
when his foreskin was snatched fully back and his penis was
twisted in all directions as the sensitive glans was checked.
One of the owners asked Miss Sinclair how she thought the area
should best be cleaned if, like her boy, it tended to collect
smegma that had a rather unpleasant smell.

"I hear from other lady owners that one of your old toothbrushes
dipped in one of the astringent mouthwashes and rubbed
vigorously all round the rim of the glans is very effective, if
somewhat uncomfortable. The more uncomfortable it is the more
effort the male will put into cleaning himself. For those
prisoners who are forbidden from touching their appendages it
will be up to their owner to carry out the cleansing as
frequently as is required. Also ladies, do not forget to carry
out frequent checks on the underwear for any signs of emission.
Any form of erection will often leave tell-tale leakage stains
that you should deal with harshly. This erection that has
suddenly appeared must be extremely embarrassing for you Mrs
Shaw so you will no doubt ensure that he is punished for it
later."

She then placed her right hand under his scrotum and lifted it
upwards.

"Now to the more sensitive areas ladies: Fear is one of our most
useful tools in disciplining these morons, and the fear of
having these hurt in any way always concentrates their minds.
Care has to be taken to avoid any possible damage but as even a
gentle slap... like this.... can hurt. One doesn't need to be
brutal."

Despite his training Chater gasped and lurched forward as the
hand slapped the underside of his testicles. He had the good
sense to rapidly resume his position.

"The secret of testicle punishments is to give the boy plenty of
notice as to what is about to happen. Position them carefully
with, say, legs apart and genitals dangling. Tell him that you
are about to hurt him and then carry it out. The one word he
won't want to hear as he regains his composure is the word....
again... when he knows another slap is going to be inflicted."

"Just one area that we haven't examined ladies and one for which
latex gloves are always required." She delved into her bag and
quickly donned a second pair over the first.

She ordered him to bend over the back of the chair and spread
his legs wide.

"You would be surprised what these males can hide in their
rectum so never hesitate to give them a thorough examination up
as high as is necessary. Lubricate generously for your sake more
than his and...."

She forced two fingers harshly into the puckered orifice.

"Probe him deeply!"

She then went on to show the disposable plastic speculum that
she recommended using to widen his anus painfully so that a
visual inspection could be made with a flashlight.

With a flushed face Chater was dismissed back to the line up,
and that seemed to complete the talk while the room soon became
a hubbub of conversation as the ladies discussed their ideas,
none of which would be pleasant for the servants.

Over the next week or so the policy of Maintenance Beatings was
commenced by the assembled owners with the delay only caused by
a wait for the approved strap to arrive by courier. Most of them
came with a bottle of oil with which the flexibility of the
leather could be increased at the expense of an increase in the
weight.

Following the official suggestions the straps were hung next to
the prisoners' beds with the day and time of the appointed
application written alongside. They provided a chilling and
constant reminder of what was inevitably to come.

Several of the prisoners also found themselves catching buses to
the new Local Corrections Volunteer office when their owners
couldn't be bothered to thrash their servants themselves,
noticed that they needed milking, or were due for a Maintenance
Beating. Or sometimes all three.

To add to their misery, orders came down that any prisoner out
in public was to wear and display an identity pass so that any
female member of the public could note their name and pass on a
compliment about their behaviour... or raise a complaint.

Serving in the Community was about to become far worse than
doing time in the Correctional Centres.

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Date: 7 Feb 2011 21:07:02 -0000
From: George Norris

Reply to and comment on "Naked Male Clothed Female"

Our close knit group of six couples got into dom-sub play
through strip poker. One of the group owned a hunting spread
with a fancy lodge. Every fall we looked forward to a hunting
house party. Risque games became the norm after dinner.

It started with under the sheet: a person under a sheet removed
items until the correct item was removed. The correct item was
the sheet. Then strip poker. Everyone had played previously with
other groups.

Jane our flamboyant extrovert said, "simple strip poker is dull
compared to having the game played out fully clothed. The loser
immediately strips buck-naked in front of fully clothed players.
then she or he poses as the winner directs-say for thirty
minutes."

We all agreed that this sounded good.

Jane said, "being naked when others are fully clothed is
different-yet exciting for all players. And if the poses are,
say lewd, ungainly positions the thrill is heightened even
more."

We nixed the posing, the loser would only strip, turn completely
around with hands curved low as a ballerina turns. Afterward he
or she would serve drinks for thirty minutes.

Yvvone lost, stripped proudly, then twirled gracefully. She was
an eyeful. Nipples jutting, giant tangling hairy bush leaping
from white smooth thighs.

She smiled stood close to me, "would you like a drink, George."

She brought it smiling, standing tall. Wow!! After thirty
minutes of ogling we all clapped.

Betty asked, "Jane you said the thrill is heightened in lewd
poses. How can this be for the loser, the poor naked creature on
display."

"In my dom sub group, I have learned the person displayed,
exhibited so to speak, gets the most thrill. Yvvone, what did
you feel just now?"

"When we agreed to play, I knew I might lose. I psyched myself.
When my loss was evident I decided to pay the forfeit with good
humor and as gracefully as I could. Having to do it made it
easier than just volunteering. It was part of the game. I lost
and I paid.. Next time I will ogle the loser, and enjoy it
perhaps."

Jane added, "she has hit the nail on the head."

Just as in playing the submissive slave to a Dominant Master or
Mistress, the opprobrium is eliminated.

Two couples left the following day, the other four pumped Jane
for info on dom-sub play. We were all eager to test the waters -
the ladies, however, insisting on a tepid menu.

Jane became leader by default suggesting rules that we agreed
to. Tonight there would be a male loser and a female loser.
Female to deal with female loser - same for males. All players
would take a turn at tickling, groping, and very light pinching
as each pose was assumed.

Jane suggested very-light, reddening, erotic spanking would be
administered by the opposite sex winners. We enjoyed the
suspense of the game. Jane and I won. The graceful poses - so
nice.

Then Jane ordered, "Jim, ass high on coffee table."

He complied, no hesitation. She caressed each cheek, blew in the
crevice, then tickled tight balls, fingers lingering along the
fine now hard shaft. Now squeezing until a wince was obtained.

"Now shag it, wag it, make it fairly talk to me."

The fanny wigged and wagged.

"I shall give this upthrust darling a proper reward after we see
all of dear Lillian."

To Lillian I gushed my appreciation, "your nakedness is divine.
Thy magical red bush, so full, so tingling, the twining tangling
curls fairly leap - grasping, searching. Oh how they enhance
your wonderful nakedness. My queen, coax with comb the tendrils
of that hairy moist cleft. Give it life, tease each strand to
its highest potential."

Proudly, eagerly, she made them stand out in fiery tangles that
seem to have a life of their own. I gaped, thrilled, and
shuddered deep within. God you are a beautiful eyeful.

Jane administered a light but most tantalizing rhapsody on Jim's
proffered posterior. Thighs and lower back also changed to a
pleasing red. Between the excoriating she massaged, pinched, and
squeezed. So delightful to witness. So delightful for Jim. Her
full dedicated attention to every inch of his naked body left
him well rewarded.

Spanking Lillian was seventh heaven on a Sunday. Positioned on
her back, on a padded chaise, spreader bar to ankles, she
induced gasps of pleasure from all as legs rose high and
rearward, feet resting comfortably on bench back.

Jane said "reddening erotic-spanking."

Well, what to do. The tummy first, light cock whip blows that
brought a nice red hue. Then pinching taut nips. My eager light
whip now caressed lovingly each mounding nippled treasure. Lower
under-thighs now beckoned. A loving symphony of light whip
lashing gave this gorgeous girl ass the desired rosy hue. I
kissed each fine cheek then delicately massaged every portion,
curve, and crease of my captive derriere. Now lost in a pleasant
reverie I discarded all prior agreements and instruction. I went
down, down with eager lips, down to the moist hirsute cleft. So
fine.

George Norris
7 Feb 2011

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Date: 5 Feb 2011 20:02:38 -0000
From: jboy2386

Hi,

Question for you. I have tried to support your efforts by buying
the videos and the training program.

My partner and I still love the training program, which is now
very old.

Did you ever consider an upgrade price? Seems a bit harsh to
shell out another $99 for the 2009 version.

Just a thought!

Jboy2386

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