DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Carol said: "Good you can start on the laundry after dinner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" in a tone I would have used if she had said
we would have wild sex.

Carol said: "Have you done laundry before?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Carol said: "I will give you instructions."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

Carol told me to separate the clothes by color, to examine the
clothes for stains and use a spray or hand wash it, to use
bleach on the white clothes and lots more.

Carol said: "Would you like to write down the instructions
before you start?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I typed the instructions almost exactly as Carol said, and
printed the two pages.

It was a good thing Carol had a lot of clothes, I'd say there
was two or three weeks of accumulation.

I examined Carol's panties and bras and blouses looking for
stains and realized I was in thrall to her. It was so proper
that she was reading or watching television and I was rooting
around in her dirty laundry.

I did two loads and folded the laundry, and set aside the
blouses that needed ironing. I put the folded clothes in Carol's
drawers and straightened the contents. I hung her trousers and
arranged them by style.

On Saturday morning Carol drove me to the hotel and told me to
stand by the back door and Sonia would be by and not to move
until then.

I said: "Yes ma'am;" If she said not to breathe I would have
died for her.

I stood like a statue for a long time, I estimate more than 30
minutes.

Sonia was pretty, she was tall and slender, she had black hair
that hung over her back, her eyes had green elements, she had an
easy smile and I guessed her age was under 30. She wore the same
uniform I did.

She said: "Are you one of Carol's students?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "How long have you been doing this?"

I said: "I worked for Marta yesterday and the day before."

Sonia said: "If I show you the rooms we have to do, can you do
them by yourself?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Sonia said: "I have some things I want to do, I don't know if I
can let you work by yourself. Can you work by yourself?"

I said: "My only instructions Miss Sonia is to do what you tell
me."

Sonia led me to the basement where her locker and her cart were.
She got a list of move outs on the eighth and ninth floor. She
said: "Work on these, I will inspect your work so do a good
job."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I worked until I was exhausted and then I continued to work.
Finally I was on the last room. I realized it was after 6:00 PM.
I wondered where Sonia was, was Carol waiting for me somewhere?
I had feelings of foreboding, I had no cell phone, no phone
numbers; I was just an anonymous cleaner in a hotel.

Sonia showed up and said: "The rooms you did look fine."

We put the cart away and I was told to wait by the back door.

Sonia said: "You have to stand still."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was looking forward to seeing Carol. My spirits rose when I
saw her car approaching.

Carol said: "Did you work hard?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carol said: "Was Sonia a hard taskmistress?"

I said: "Sonia gave me a list of about 55 move outs and told me
to do them and then she left, I didn't see her until I was
finished."

Carol said: "How can I be sure you don't need to be punished if
no one supervised you?"

I said: "Sonia said the rooms looked okay."

Carol said: "Good you have ironing to do tonight after dinner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carol said: "Do the ironing in the living room, I may read or
watch TV and I can watch you at the same time. If you damage my
clothes I will whip you unconscious."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I took care to read the instructions on the clothes and I used
the spray and was careful not because I was afraid of the
whipping which I was of course, but because I loved Carol.

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Sunday

Sunday was a repeat and I didn't see Sonia except at the
beginning and at the end.

When Carol picked me up I was glad to see her. But her demeanor
was different.

Carol said: "After dinner you will be whipped because the hotel
got a complaint from one of the rooms you did."

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

Carol said: "I'm sorry too. Because you are in training, you
will be punished for this."

Carol said: "I was hoping you could do something personal for me
like give me a bath."

I thought how much I would like to do that, but I felt like a
doomed man.

While I was serving dinner, Carol explained: "The hotel is not
involved in your program. They tolerate it because I'm the
personnel manager and they like the work I do and I assure them
they are getting top-flite work. Marta and Sonia get a sizable
tip from me for keeping you working and they understand somewhat
what the program is about. But a complaint brings everything
into question. We will review the matter tomorrow."

After dinner I cleaned the kitchen and the beating was becoming
imminent. I was doting on the cleaning when Carol came in
wearing a green teddy and holding the strap. She said: "Hurry up
or you're getting extra for making me wait."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And I hurried up.

After I was fastened over the hammock, Carol said: "You're
getting whipped because you failed to do a good job, resolve
that you will do consistent good work."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

The first blow was excruciating and it set the tone for the
rest.

Carol said: "I have to give you twenty, please count properly or
you will get more."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I don't know how I survived that, I had never experienced so
much pain.

Carol left me and returned with a wet towel and laid it on my
backside and thighs.

Later she returned and released the hand and foot cuffs. I stood
and she wrapped a collar around my penis which was already
imprisoned. There was a chain attached to the collar and she led
me to the slave's quarters.

She stepped on a small stool and pulled up on the chain until I
was up on my toes. She then fastened the chain to a hook. She
took the stool and left. The door was closed and the light went
out.

Much more than the pain and discomfort of being tethered this
way was the loss of Carol's faith in me. I had failed her in
doing something so simple as cleaning a hotel room.

After only about ten or fifteen minutes I realized that this was
very uncomfortable. My hands weren't cuffed and I tried to get
purchase on the wall and the chain so I could relieve the ache
in my thighs from standing on my toes. I tried one foot giving
the other foot a rest and flexing it, then relieving the other
foot, but that was failing when the light went on and Carol
returned.

She released the chain and led me to the bed and handcuffed both
hands to the headboard.

She didn't speak and I dared not.

The lights went out and the door closed. I wondered if crying
would help.

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Marta 2

In the morning the lights went on and the lovely goddess
unlocked me and said: "Hurry and make breakfast, we don't have
much time."

I made and served Carol breakfast but there wasn't time to eat
her leftovers so I didn't get breakfast or coffee.

When we got to the hotel, no sooner had Carol fastened me to the
bar then Marta came along and released me. I guess Marta had
heard and there were no greetings or small talk. Marta knocked
and with no answer unlocked a door and pointed.

I went to work. I realized that if I dwelled on my misery that I
would screw up. I focused on the work and hoped we would be
forgiven.

Marta repeatedly told me to work faster; we had more rooms to
do! I tried to hustle but there are lots of steps and nothing
can be overlooked. In the midst of my hurrying up Marta asked me
to perform some service which was frivolous and slowed me down.
I knew these were tests and I realized the effort Carol was
making on my behalf. In that spirit I got the ice for the glass
of water Miss Marta requested.

I was relieved when Marta told me to take the cart to the
basement. She tethered me to the bar. I guess this is the life
of a low level worker. Some anonymous person accuses you and
your world caves in. I wondered what I could have done wrong to
get a complaint.

Carol came along and gave me a hug, I couldn't hug back because
I was handcuffed and chained to the bar.

Carol said: "You said you just did move outs and Sonia confirmed
that. The complaint came from a resident. It turned out that
Sonia forgot to do a room and the guest complained that the room
hadn't been made up and specifically that he needed towels."

Sonia showed us that the way the sheets were stapled together,
she just missed the room. The management will let the program
proceed.

Carol said: "Will I have to whip you tonight."

I said: "No ma'am;" I guess I shouldn't expect any consideration
for the agony I suffered last night.

Carol said: "I still need that bath."

I tried to fix a special dinner that went well with Carol's
Chardonnay wine so she would drink more and perhaps love me
more.

It partially worked. Carol drank a lot of wine. But after I
helped undress her she said: "Giving me a bath is not an
opportunity for you to feel me up. I can bathe myself. I want
you to make it better."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I said: "Perhaps I can wash your hair and back."

Carol said that would be nice. I realized I could have found
bubble bath, or I could have heated the room or lit candles or
played music, well next time.

I spent the next hour lusting after Carol. She was so
magnificent.

I was allowed to sleep on the floor next to her bed, handcuffed
and I was grateful.

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Lisa

On Friday Carol told me at breakfast that Lisa was going to
visit me but I was going to have limited access to her.
(Whatever that meant)

I said: "Yes ma'am."

After Marta fastened me to the bar and left me, I saw Carol and
Lisa coming toward me. Lisa was dressed in a black cocktail
dress and looked gorgeous. I wished I could run to her.

Lisa hugged and kissed me and I tried to kiss back. I was hoping
Carol would release me but she went away and I saw she was
returning with a chair.

Carol said: "I will return in half an hour."

Lisa said: "Tell me how it's going. Have you been whipped?"

I said: "I can't even count the days until I come home because I
don't know when that will be. Will I ever come home?" I realized
I was a little pathetic.

Lisa said: "It all depends on your progress. Carol says it takes
time."

I said: "I'm trying to be positive all the time."

Lisa said: "But you're not even finished with phase one. Are you
going to spend the entire time we have whining and begging?"

I said: "No Miss Lisa, I'm sorry."

Lisa said: "That was nice, I'm Miss Lisa, you have learned
something, tell me what you do. That's an order; you don't want
to disobey me?"

I said: "No ma'am; I work for two Latina ladies who are maids in
the hotel. I clean hotel rooms. I do the bathrooms, mirrors,
windows, beds and floors. There are so many steps. I've been
whipped twice. The first time resulting from talking after you
told me not to and then another time as a result of a mistake
someone else made. I cook, clean and do laundry for Miss Carol.
And I miss you so much."

Lisa said: "You are becoming useful; maybe I will have you
back."

I whined: "Oh please Miss Lisa."

Lisa laughed. She said: "Will you cook, clean and do laundry for
me?"

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

Lisa said: "What do I have to do?"

I said: "You don't have to do anything except to love me."

Carol came back and said: "Visiting time is over."

Lisa kissed me and she reached into her dress and pulled out a
key on a chain and said: "I play with this and think about you
often."

It was the key to the cage my cock was locked in, I presume.

Lisa left. Carol took the chair back to where it was, then Carol
returned and released me from the bar.

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Progress

In the car Carol said: "Do you feel you've made progress?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I see that Lisa has to believe her life will
be better with me before she lets me return. I think she is
enjoying herself now."

Carol said: "That is exactly right. I will help you accomplish
that."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

On the following Friday on the way back to Carol's house in her
car she said: "Normally I let my slaves clean rooms for four
weeks, but you've performed well almost from the first day so on
Monday you will start in the hair salon, or as I call it, phase
two."

On Saturday I constructed a whipping bench for Carol. It looks
like a saw horse except it's somewhat lower and has a larger
surface at the top. Bolts at the four corners allow the subject
to be fastened. A long strap at the top fastens the subject so
he can't wiggle from side to side. She made me try it out and
left while she watched TV but I didn't get whipped, although she
kept threatening.

On Saturday night I gave Carol a better bath. The bathroom was
dark except for sixteen candles, The boom box played some
eastern sort of music, the water was covered with 24" of foam.
The temperature in the room was 78 Fahrenheit and there were
three bath towels waiting. The room smelled of lilacs. Carol let
me wash her all over with a wash cloth.

I got to sleep on the floor less than two feet from the goddess.
Handcuffed.

Monday I was introduced to Rosita, the manager of the hair
salon. Rosita said: "If you're not too stupid I will show you
how to do hair but you must be able to follow instructions."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Rosita said: "In the evenings you will read the magazines we
have, you will look at the advertisements and learn the names of
the people, our customers don't know about American Football, do
you understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That whole day I spent sweeping up hair, cleaning the bathrooms,
windows, counters mirrors and floors. I learned this would be my
job every morning.

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