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Re: C: c+b, feminization, and orgasm control
Date: 30 May 2008 02:55:59 -0000
From: xtimila

shywon wrote:

>Never apply Nair to the scrotum, it will make the skin bleed
>and deteriorate.

I wish you would have informed my superior as to that (no nair
on scrotum) as she smeared it all over my crotch (peri-anal
area), but not on upper shaft of penis, even got some too close
to my bum hole and that was a little burning so to speak.

So, the next time, I smeared a bunch of vaseline on my a-hole,
and sphincter so it wouldn't happen again, I didn't get
scrotumitis from the nair.

I will inform about more techniques if requested,

bye for now,

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Re: C: cuckolding ideas?
Date: 28 May 2008 01:17:56 -0000
From: cuckyoung

jim wrote:

>i got to listen and watch her. i am in heaven. Her partner was
>really interested in humiliating me and they did a good job. i
>hope anyone reading this will continue to give me ideas

Going out and "yelling out" she's available, but not for you.
Wow, that's heaven!

How do you accomplish that? Quite simple: she must be dressed at
a minimum, always smiling and flirting with other guys.

Ultra-Miniskirts, lycra, high heels, you name it. But the
message should be very clear to everyone: she wants sex, and you
are by no means the one to deliver it.

How about the beach? As close to naked as possible and asking
other guys to spread tanning lotion on her back and buns.

I don't care if the other guys are black, white, good looking or
ugly as hell. The only thing that matters is she's enjoying it,
WITHOUT YOU!

Good luck.

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 28 May 2008 11:59:56 -0000
From: m sasikumar

i am a male slave yearning to get domination from a Mistress in
India. i will be here in Palakkad, so use me.

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 29 May 2008 10:03:56 -0000
From: Sam

Dear Goddess,

I am 32 yrs old, 6 ft tall, guy interested in serving you, I
would like to be your slave and receive a really good spanking
from you...

Sincerely,
Slave Sam.

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S: Redoctored - Chapter Two
From: Shoekisser
Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 19:51:23 +0000

REDOCTORED

by Shoekisser

Chapter Two

About 9:00 AM, I ran into Ruth at the coffee machine. "We need
to talk. Let's go to lunch so we can talk uninterrupted."

"I have a doctor's appointment at 1:30."

"We'll go early and be back in time for your appointment."

Ruth has the title of Assistant to the President of the company,
and, in fact, runs things when he is away. Furthermore, she had
been instrumental in my getting the job in the first place, and
had been my staunchest supporter. She stuck up for me when my
immediate superior wanted to fire me, and I always suspected she
had something to do with him subsequently leaving the company.
For these reasons, I didn't feel I could say, "No" to her, so I
agreed.

"Come to my office about 11:45 and we'll go."

About 11:15 I went out to my car and got everything except the
shoes and went into the men's room. I stripped to the panties
and put on the bra, garter-belt, and hose, and covered them with
shirt, pants, socks and shoes. To further hide the bra, I put on
a cardigan.

I was outside Ruth's office at 11:40. Her door was closed, and,
Lola, her secretary said, "She's on the phone, but will only be
a minute. Nice outfit."

I thought that was unusual, there wasn't anything outstanding
about what I was wearing, but I thanked her anyway. I stood
there for 10 minutes, trying to figure out Lola's comment.
Finally, she said I could go in. Ruth was seated at her desk,
"Close the door and have a seat."

I did.

"That was Max(the President) on the phone. He's going to be out
of town for 2 more weeks, and hasn't had a chance to work on
your annual evaluation. He asked me to do it, and said he would
go along with my recommended salary increase."

I had started the job after an extended period of unemployment.
I accepted the job at a sizeable decrease from what I had been
making before I became unemployed, but I didn't have much
choice. I agreed to the low salary with the understanding that I
would be reviewed after a year, and probably would get a big
raise.

"You could say your future is in my hands," she said with a
smile that approached a leer.

I thought I detected a glance at my crotch as she said the word
"future". She could have just as easily have said, "balls".

"Stay on my good side and I'll recommend a significant pay
raise. Cross me and you'll get nothing. In fact, you'll probably
be out of a job. Do I make myself clear?"

This was a side of her I hadn't seen. She had always been
professional but friendly. Now she was downright menacing. I
really needed a big raise to pay off my credit cards, and the
idea of being unemployed again was unthinkable, so I said, "OK".

"Good. As long as we understand each other"

She appeared to notice my sweater for the first time. "Why are
you wearing that sweater on such a warm day?"

"I'm cold."

"I don't believe that. I think you're wearing it to hide your
black bra."

I was shocked, and quickly looked down to see if it was showing.
This amused her. She laughed and said, "Take it off and give it
to me. It makes me warm just looking at it."

Arguing was pointless, so I stood up, took off the sweater, and
handed it to her. She opened the bottom drawer of her desk and
dropped it in.

"While you're up, take off your shoes and socks and let me see
the black hose you're wearing."

Puzzled, I removed my shoes and socks.

"Walk over here and give me your socks."

I walked across her office in my black-hosed feet and handed her
my socks. She dropped them into the drawer on top of the
sweater.

"Don't look so puzzled. I also know about the garter-belt and
panties."

"You read my fax?"

"Yes, it was brought to my attention. You can't really keep
secrets like that around here. I've never met your Dr. Mansoft,
but I like her already. Now, take your shirt off and let me see
your bra."

Thinking about her comment about my future, I took my shirt off.

"Black lace. I like that. Drop your pants, and let me see the
rest of your lingerie."

I obediently dropped my pants,and stood there in front of her
clad in black women's underwear. I was mortified.

"Nice. The bra, panties, and garter belt all match. You have
good taste in women's underwear, and look good in it. Put your
shirt, pants, and shoes back on and lets go to lunch."

I quickly dressed and said, "I can't go out in public with hose
showing above my shoes like this."

"It's either that or wear the black patent flats, that I assume
are in you car. The choice is yours."

"OK"

"Now, I want you to wait outside my office while I make one more
phone call. Don't go anywhere, not even to the rest room."

I opened her office door and walked out to a round of applause
from all the women of the office who were seated in a semi-
circle facing the office door.

"Nice hose."

I pulled my pants down to cover my ankles, which brought
laughter.

"Too late. Your secret's out."

Lola approached me, ran her hand across the bra strap in back,
then put her hands on my bra cups and squeezed. "Nice bra, but
you need to fill it better."

More laughter. Then it occurred to me, all the women in the
office had probably read my fax, which would explain the
greetings I'd been getting.

I had no choice but to stand there, following Ruth's
instructions, and take the comments and knowing looks. I
couldn't even hide in the men's room.

When Ruth finally came out, she said, "OK ladies, show's over,
for now. Get back to work," She smiled when she said it.

"I'll drive. Get your flats out of your car. I want to see
them."

"Oh, I do too," from one of the women.

"Later" was Ruth's response.

Again, my expression must have tipped off my emotions.

"Don't worry. I won't make you wear them to lunch."

I got the flats and we were off.

When we arrived at the busy restaurant, I was very conscious of
the possibility that my bra and hose might be seen. Ruth asked
for a table near the door, so I was visible to everyone coming
or going. Every time someone passed by, I panicked. I developed
a stomach ache, but that may have been partially because I
hadn't eaten since last night. Remembering the instructions, I
continued my solid food fast.

Ruth told me she was having a party the next night, and I was
invited.

"That's nice."

"Actually, I would like you to help."

"OK"

"By help, I mean come home with me tonight and help set up for
the party. Then tomorrow you can serve drinks during the party,
play bartender, or maybe, I should say, bar-maid."

Puzzled, I said I could serve drinks.

"I'd like you to be appropriately attired...." which she didn't
explain.

After a lengthy lunch she finally looked at her watch and said,
"We talked so long you don't have time to go back, get your car,
and get to your appointment on time, and you certainly don't
want to be late. Why don't I drop you off and you can call me to
pick you up when you're finished?"

Remembering the warning about being on time, I agreed to her
suggestion. On the way to the doctor's office, I changed into
the black patent flats. Good thing she suggested I bring them
along. Or did she intend to drop me off all along?

As I was getting out of her car, "Nice shoes. Call my cell phone
when you're done."

Chapter Three is on the DOMestic blog now at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/05/redoctored.shtml#c004886

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