DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

When I dressed Lisa, I always offered her clothes to wear so she
didn't have to think about it (she asked me to do that). But
almost always she thought about it and we would have discussions
about her clothes and what she liked and I developed a strong
bond with her about our mutual interest.

She has a perfect body and everything looked good. My favorites
were the clothes that revealed her magnificent shape. Lisa also
liked clothes that hid her shape.

Once when I offered a pretty revealing dress she said: "I don't
need that, the only person I want to seduce is here."

Our major common interest is her clothes, shoes and jewelry. We
spend hours shopping, I used to bring home clothes for her to
try on and approve, and I took lots back.

That ended when Lisa decided we would save money if I sold my
car and cancelled my liability insurance, which made it illegal
for me to drive in California. Now Lisa and I have to go
together, sometimes we have lunch and just walk around and
window shop.

Selling the car was more about Lisa's control than economics.
Lisa wanted me more focused on her and the car eliminated any
means of distraction.

The nearest supermarket was ten miles away over hilly mountain
roads. Lisa would drop me at the supermarket and I would shop
and wait for her. I no longer even had a cell phone so I waited
for Lisa as much as ninety minutes. I always shopped as quickly
as I could because Lisa was outraged if she had to wait for me.
Lisa sometimes made me call a taxi to take me and the groceries
home.

Lisa is not cruel, in spite of my fantasies which I shared with
her, cruelty has not really materialized, but she has become
inconsiderate. I think Carol is coaching her and expecting
consideration is an entitlement that has been taken away.

Lisa wanted to go shopping and I was looking forward to going
with her. I helped get her ready and when she was all dressed
she said: "Harry dear, I want you to clean the grout in the
tiles while I'm gone."

I said: "Miss Lisa, I didn't know it needed cleaning, I examined
it last week when I mopped the floor." I was trying to say that
I needed to be informed. Lisa has a low threshold for my
arguing.

Lisa said: "I saw it was discolored by the entry, and I think
you should do the whole floor since I won't be coming back until
long after lunch."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I didn't know that."

Lisa said: "Make sure you do under the furniture too, especially
under the refrigerator and washing machine and dryer."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

This is one of those situations where I'm being tested. If Lisa
says clean grout in the morning, when she gets back I should be
cleaning grout.

I have knee pads for this kind of work and a grout brush. We
have the whole first floor, including the kitchen and the
laundry room in tile. After cleaning the grout the floor has to
be mopped again. It was very hard work.

Lisa returned about 3:00 and she looked lovely as always, I was
filthy and sweaty from the hard labor.

Lisa said: "Don't let me interrupt you. I'm going to try on the
clothes I bought."

This was one of the things we used to do together.

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We have a locked mailbox at the curb and Lisa has a key and I
don't. Lisa opens all the mail including the bills. I have a
credit card that is in Lisa's name and she has several others
that I don't have access to.

Bill paying takes about fifteen minutes a week for all except
the credit card I use because Lisa audits that one. I'm always
prepared to explain every single charge and I keep the receipts
from the grocery store for example so I can explain what the
item consisted of. Lisa wants to know every detail. I also use
that card for mail order and whenever I need to pay workmen who
come to the house.

I do the cooking and Lisa likes fresh fruit and berries and
melons and they are somewhat expensive. There really isn't a
problem but the fact that I exercise my discretion requires
Lisa's suspicious investigation. I automatically pay her other
credit cards without discussion.

On this particular day the discussion was that I bought wine and
she could not account for several bottles and there was the
suspicion that I stashed it somewhere and drank it.

Finally everything is accounted for, but a little hostility
crept in between the accuser and the accused.

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I set the table for dinner and didn't have a knife because it
was in the dishwasher which was running. Then I forgot about it.

Lisa sat down for dinner and said: "Harry I don't have a knife."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Lisa, I'll bring you one."

Lisa said: "That is unacceptable to me. You weren't paying
attention. I own you Harry, that means your time is mine. I want
you to make sure I know what you are doing and that I approve
what you're doing. Your thoughts are mine. I don't know what you
were thinking but you should have been thinking of me. The food
you eat is mine. The heat that keeps you warm is mine. I'm going
to show you what your life would be like if I took away the
things I give you. Get the handcuffs."

I brought the handcuffs and Lisa handcuffed my hands behind my
back and took my arm and led me outside to the outhouse we still
have in the back yard. The door was padlocked because it was out
of use for a long time. Lisa had a key and she unlocked the door
and pushed me inside.

I heard her close the padlock and I checked the door was locked.
I presumed Lisa would let me out in a couple of hours at the
most.

It gets pretty cold in the hills above LA at night and I
shivered. I woke when the sun lit my cell. I had spent the night
there. The sun warmed the un-insulated structure and it became
uncomfortably warm and bad smelling. I was so bored, had Lisa
forgotten me? I was hungry and thirsty and I was bored.

Then it got dark. I tried to assume a fetal position on the
disgusting floor to preserve my warmth. I woke when the sun came
up again. I wondered if Lisa was going to let me die here.

I stretched out lying on my back with my feet vertical up
against the wall. I heard movement and then I heard the padlock
being unlocked. It was Lisa. She led me back to the house.

Lisa said: "Whose house is this?"

I said: "It's Miss Lisa's."

Lisa said: "Whose food is in it?"

I said: "It's Miss Lisa's."

Lisa said: "Who owns you?"

I said: "I'm Miss Lisa's."

Lisa unlocked the handcuffs and said: "Go make my bed."

I made Lisa's bed and picked up clothes she left on the floor
and cleaned the sink and the mirror.

I returned to where Lisa was sitting and I curled up at her
feet. Our relationship had changed: Lisa had been my wife and
lover and now I was her slave. Nothing would be the same again.

Lisa said: "Carol said it would take a year for you to realize
the situation you're in and maybe another year to cope with it.
She said people don't understand what it is to be a slave. Even
her program doesn't make you feel the impact that living it
does. You can't go back Harry. I'm not going to release you from
the contract. It's not all so terrible. I want to be incredibly
generous to you and I want you to appreciate that generosity. In
exchange I want you to constantly think of things that you can
do for me and ways you can make my life easier and less
stressful. If I don't get that - you tasted what will happen.
You may think you were punished for forgetting a knife, but it
was about changing a mind-set behind that."

I said: "Yes Miss Lisa, I understand;" What set her off was my
defensiveness while she was auditing me. It was my effort to
save water and electricity that motivated me to fill the
dishwasher so I ran out of utensils and thinking of that ahead
of Lisa. But Lisa is telling me that I can't take her keeping me
for granted. I hadn't realized how precarious my life was.

Lisa said: "Would you like to bathe me."

I said: "Very much, ma'am."

Lisa said: "Carol will visit tomorrow. You will show her every
courtesy but you will not express any familiarity beyond that
which is due to the fact she was one of your teachers."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I wondered why she was coming but I didn't
dare ask.

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