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C: how to be a better dominatrix
From: jane tetzlaff
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2008 16:29:48 +0000

Hi Christine / everyone,

I am a novice dominatrix, and find it hard to always be
convincing as a dom to my submissive partner, which tends to
make me nervous about what I do and say, which in turn, puts me
and him off sex.

I have problems with the power exchange aspect as well as I find
it can lack emotion. We love each other, but this is a very
important aspect of his life and has torn us apart.

Can you advise me how I can get my confidence back, so we can
both enjoy our sessions?

I hope I don't sound like a hopeless case. There is a amazonian
goddess in me dying to be set free.

Jane

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C: how to be dominant for a generous guy?
Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 13:16:55 +0000 (GMT)
From: Pam

Hi,

i am contacting DOMestic for some advice from the membership.

I have been on line now for some time. There have been a couple
of guys who are looking for the dominant female...... to be
honest, i am interested in this and have thought about making it
a profitable side line..... any ideas how i would go about it?

There is one guy...... should i say is generous and he would
like me to be dominant...... but for a service like this.....
well I presume it comes expensive.

Your advice would be appreciated.

Thanks,
Pam

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Re: C: keeping interest in sex
Date: 29 Jun 2008 13:02:43 -0000
From: emily

Christine wrote:

>I took his spiky penis corset with me and went
>through to the guest room

what is and where does one get the spikey penis corset?

sounds yummy

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Re: C: keeping interest in sex
Date: 29 Jun 2008 14:44:43 -0000
From: appy

Christine wrote:

>to make sure he wouldn't think that my being so dressed meant
>that some sex play was on the cards

Dear Ms Christine,

Thanks for explaining how You are treating David.

My question is: Do You Yourself get any satisfaction? Can You
cope with a life without sex?

I occasionally am allowed to serve my Wife orally. Usually this
is happening on Sunday mornings. Today however She made it clear
She didn't want it. I love that, because I always am afraid She
is allowing me because She wants to pleasure me. When She denies
me this I am sure it is what She wants.

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P: Whatever Happened to Wanker's Corner?
From: domonic travers
Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 14:17:56 +0000

Some time ago a few of us unworthy males were offered the chance
to sit in Wanker's Corner. Miss Victoria kindly took pity on me
and took me under Her wing and controlled me for a time but we
lost contact.

I'd be delighted if She were to read this and get back in
contact - her old email address bounces.

If She doesn't have the time or inclination then perhaps some
other UK based Lady might like a wanker to toy with. She might
find it amusing.

I welcome email contact.

domonict@hotmail.com

I'm enjoying the current story.

Many Thanks,
Domonic

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 29 Jun 2008 07:21:25 -0000
From: p kumar

hi,

i am in delhi having some experience of bdsm. wanna help you and
also get more exp. will be a perfect slave for you.

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S: The Doctor Knows Best
Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:13:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: inlimbo

Attached is part one of a story for your consideration.

thank you,
inlimbo

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The Doctor Knows Best

Part 1

"The doctor will be right with you," said the pretty young woman
with a smile.

"Thank you", I replied looking down at her and wishing the desk
which blocked her from the waist down was not there so I could
see if she was wearing pantyhose. I walked to a magazine rack
mentally cursing myself for letting my mind go there. I was
about to pick out a woman's magazine which promised a photo lay-
out of the seasons newest lingerie when the pretty receptionist
called.

"She can see you now." She meant me as I was the only one in the
waiting room.

As I turned she nodded to the only door. What I saw as I entered
the doctor's office shocked me and it must have shown on my
face. She was standing in front of her desk, mid thirties,
beautiful, a hint of makeup, blond hair pulled back into a pony-
tail, wearing a perfectly tailored black business suit, her
skirt mid thigh on a perfect body, severe white blouse, sheer
black stockings and shiny black pumps with at least a four inch
heel. Her legs went on forever.

"Oh," she said softly, an amused look on her face. "I don't ever
recall getting such a reaction from a patient on a first visit.
We have to talk about that right off," she said walking to me
and reaching out a hand to shake. "I'm Dr. Graystone and I take
it you are Tracy Cole."

I blushed and took her hand and was sure she could see how
nervous she had made me. I mumbled a hello as she walked to a
chair in front of her desk and sat down. She crossed her nylon
clad legs with a swish that made me weak and her skirt rode
higher on her stockinged thighs.

She nodded to the chair opposite her indicating I should sit. "I
don't like sitting behind my desk," she said, "it puts a barrier
between us. I find it easier to talk to my patients this way."

I sat, afraid to look at her, knowing I appeared like a fool.

She smiled, warm, open, disarming, and I was in love with her
immediately. She was beautiful.

"Ok, out with it, why the look when you saw me. I know people
are normally afraid of doctors for fear of bad news but I'm a
psychiatrist and this should not hurt, at least not in the usual
way."

I felt stupid, like I should have never made the appointment. "I
think I made a mistake in coming here," I said.

"Seeing me made you feel that way?" she asked with a smile.

I merely nodded.

"That's fascinating, even for a psychiatrist. Tell me why."

I took a deep breath. "I'm 54 years old. Suppose I come to you
and my problem is that I have been a drug addict since I've been
a teenager and I want you to help me quit my addiction." She
nodded and said nothing. "Also suppose, for absolutely no reason
except for my illustration, that when I walked into this office
you were smoking a joint and had laid out on your desk an
arrangement of every drug known, and you said to me, go ahead,
help yourself."

She gave me a quizzical look and I continued, "Well, I am not a
drug addict, but I have what I consider a worse addiction, and
looking at you is like a drug addict looking at a desk full of
drugs."

"A sex addict?" she said.

"Not really, kind of. The problem is I hate myself for it and I
can't even face talking about it and had a hard time even making
this appointment."

"Well, since you are here why not give it a try, and let's see
what happens, maybe I can help."

The situation had thrown me and I began to sputter and talk very
fast and rambling trying to explain myself.

"Of course, and I'm prepared to face this thing. I purposely
picked a woman doctor because I felt I would be able to talk to
her whereas there is no way I could discuss my problem with a
man. And please don't take offense, but you are the last person
I should be seeing to try and help me with my situation. The
fact is I'm a cross dresser and a submissive as in S&M and B&D,
also with a pantyhose and lingerie fetish so you can see why I
would have difficulty talking about it with a man. When I made
this appointment I was expecting a woman psychiatrist to be 60
years old, overweight, matronly, no makeup, hair in a bun, skirt
to her ankles, Birkenstocks, horn rim glasses, you know the
stereotype which is my fault and I apologize for it and instead
I walk in and you are standing there. I felt I could be able to
talk to a scholarly woman who I assumed would look like a
grandmother. I know it's not your fault but that's not you. In
fact you are the opposite of what I was expecting and are more
like a perfect fantasy woman. I mean you have the look of all
the mistresses I have dreams about. And that just confuses me
and does not allow me to act in a normal manner. To me you are
like a roomful of drugs to an addict. I know you don't mean to
affect me that way but a certain type of woman, the way she
looks and dresses causes me to get weak in the knees and
submissive feelings wash over me."

"And I am that type of woman," she said.

"No, I don't mean anything, I don't know you, it just the way
you look and dress and you have a sense of authority, being a
psychiatrist and all...." I paused, "I'm very nervous and I feel
like I am making a fool of myself. I'm sorry. I think I should
just leave. I'll pay for the appointment," I said standing.

She just sat there, a slight smile on her face and I stood in
front of her feeling kind of helpless, not knowing what to do.

"I completely understand and please don't be nervous, it's ok.
You made a natural assumption. Why don't you sit down for a
minute, I want to talk to you just for a second then you can go
if you like."

I hesitated a moment, then tentatively sat on the edge of the
chair.

"You're not comfortable are you."

"I'm ok..."

"No, I can see it. Tell you what just for a second, why don't
you kneel in front of me, go ahead, it's ok, you'll feel more
natural, go ahead, get on your knees. I want you to."

"It's alright, I...."

She became stern, "I want you to get on your knees."

I bowed my head and my heart began pounding. I slid off the
chair to my knees, my face inches from her legs encased in those
delicious black pantyhose.

"You feel better don't you, more natural isn't it. Are you Ok?"
she said.

"Yes," I said in a whisper, "I am, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's ok, I understand. What I want to say is
that I think I can help you in spite of the way you feel. We can
work through that and I would like a chance to see if we could
find some success no matter what it is. I know you feel alone
and isolated and that no one understands you. I do and I'll tell
you why. I'm a lesbian, gay, and I've experienced a lot of the
things that you have. That's why I think we can work together to
help you. I want you to think about it for a week. I'll keep the
time open for you and I would like you to return. But if you
feel I can't help I'll understand. Come back next week if you
want to try it."

I slowly rose to my feet, embarrassed. I started for the door
then turned to her and said, "I wish you hadn't done that."

She didn't move from the chair. "Why?"

"It made feel vulnerable, weak."

"Is that what I did?"

I was going to answer but hesitated and was quiet. I watched as
she began running her hand along her nylon clad thigh.

"That's right," she said after a moment. "I made no decision for
you. You reacted, you made the decision. It was totally your
choice to get down on your knees before me. And I think I know
why, that's the reason I would like you to return. I think I can
help you, but you think about it for a week, and I will too. It
may be that I will decide that if you do come back I will not
want to treat you and if that is the case I will refer you to
the old matronly woman you thought I was. We both have some
thinking to do but I want you to remember that I understand and
I am here for you no matter what we decide."

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The following week was pure hell.

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S: Redoctored - Chapter Seven
From: Shoekisser
Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 00:01:41 +0000

REDOCTORED

by Shoekisser

Chapter Seven

Ruth drove me to the medical center, but instead of dropping me
off, she parked and got out of the car. I followed her into the
building . We went first to the receptionist..

"Oh, look at the tits and pumps. Dr. Mansoft will be pleased."
Then, indicating the waiting room full of women, "Tell these
nice women what you're wearing and why."

Remembering the last time when she dragged every detail out of
me, I decided to cover all the bases the first time, and,
hopefully, shorten the humiliation.

"I'm wearing a black bra, black panties, black garter belt,
black hose, and black patent heels, because Dr. Mansoft insists
on it when I visit her office."

"Very good, but aren't you forgetting something?"

"I don't think so."

"What is the belt around your waist under your panties attached
to?"

Damn, this was really embarrassing. How did she know?

"I have a plug in my butt for medical reasons."

I was afraid we would go into the events that preceded the
installation of the plug, but, mercifully, she announced, "I'm
sure these ladies would like to hear about why you needed the
medication, but we don't want you to be late for your
appointment do we?"

She produced the collar and leash and attached them. The three
of us walked to the elevator.They preceded me so I had two pair
of sexy shoes to concentrate on.

After we got on the elevator, the receptionist said, I like you
in heels, but they make you taller than me and that's not good.
I think you should kneel like the first time"

I knelt. Two women got on, looked at the bulges in my shirt
front and smiled. One of them stepped to the side so she could
see my heels. "I see Dr. Mansoft is at it again."

"Yes, she keeps finding new ones."

"Have you seen Fink?"

"No"

"He now wears a nurses uniform, the only nurse in the building
who wears a skirt."

"That must be a sight."

"It is. Dr, Mansoft put him on a diet, and he's lost 50 pounds,
but he still looks ridiculous."

All four women laughed.

I didn't completely understand that, but wasn't sure I wanted
to.

Just inside the waiting room door Ruth unhooked the leash and
said, "Go tell the receptionist you're here to see Dr. Mansoft.
Then stand by the counter." The two of them sat down.

I did as I was told. Walking in the heels was difficult, but
standing and waiting was agony.

Finally, after a long wait, the nurse appeared and led me into
the exam room.

"Take off your shirt and pants." This time she took them but
didn't leave.

She stood looking at my hairless body in bra, panties, garter
belt, hose, and heels. "Now, take off your panties and bend over
the end of the table."

After I did, "I'm tired of being a spectator for these exams.
Why should the doctor have all the fun? Plus I missed the party
Saturday night. Spread your legs. I don't see the need for
strapping you down, as long as you're a good boy and don't move.
Can you do that?"

"Yes"

I felt her doing something with the lock on the back of the
device around my waist. The belt went slack. then the plug in my
butt was removed.

"If you're thinking about a bowel movement, forget it. You will
clean up any mess you make."

Fortunately, the urge was minor, and disappeared completely with
her threat. The liquid diet I had been on had its advantages.
She put on rubber gloves, and inserted a finger into me. She
probed for a while, then I felt her other hand grasp my balls. I
got excited.

"I think you have learned to like anal sex."

Eventually she got tired of playing with me, and left with,
"Stay in that position!"

I was uncomfortable bent over with my erection pressing against
the table, but was afraid to move.

Finally, the door opened and the doctor walked in followed by
the nurse.

"It seems like every time I see you you're in that position. You
must like it. Straighten up and greet me properly."

I straightened, knelt, still erect, and kissed her beautiful
shiny black boots.

"That's enough." She nudged my erection with a boot toe.

"Get on the table on your back."

I did, and, without being told, put my black patent heels in the
stirrups.

"You are becoming well trained."

She too shoved a rubber gloved finger into me and felt around.
The she repeated the examination with the lighted probe.

"OK. Get dressed, and come to my office. The nurse will show you
where it is."

She left, but the nurse stayed and watched me put my panties,
shirt and slacks back on. She insisted that I tuck my shirt into
my panties, which emphasized the tightness across the boobs, and
exposed the lace top of the panties to view. She led me down the
hall to the doctor's office, opened the door, and after I had
entered, closed it.

The doctor was sitting behind her desk. She didn't offer me a
seat so I stood.

"You know, you are lucky to have the boss you do. I had never
met her before this past weekend, but I can see we think a lot
alike, and I look forward to future parties at her house.

We didn't find anything seriously wrong with you, but I want to
see you again in three months. My dress code will remain in
place, and Ruth tells me you'll be complying with it all the
time anyway."

That was a bit if a shock, but my immediate concern was the
reason I was here in the first place.

"But what was causing the blood."

"We're not completely sure. We will have to run some more tests.
That's why I'll see you again. Call the receptionist to make an
appointment three months from now. In the mean time, there's
nothing to worry about."

"You mean I went through all that for nothing?"

"I wouldn't say nothing. From your standpoint, we've ruled out
any serious problems, you've been introduced to a new way of
life, and I'm sure you'll be a better employee because of it.
And I've found a new friend and kindred spirit in Ruth. I'll see
you again in three months or at Ruth's next party, whichever
comes first."

I knew that "I'll see you" meant inside and out, in another
embarrassing situation.

With that she ended the conversation by getting up, walking to a
door, opening it, and, while standing in the doorway in view of
everyone in the waiting room, pointed to her boots, and said,
"Goodbye".

I knelt again and kissed her boots.

Ruth, who was sitting in the waiting room, drove me back to
work, where she insisted I wear the heels the rest of the day.

Since then, I wear panties, garter belt, and hose every day at
work, and keep my legs, in fact my entire body, shaved. I don't
wear flats or heels or a bra except on special occasions. So
normally nothing shows, but the feminine undergarments are a
constant reminder. Of course, occasional comments from the women
also serve to keep me from forgetting.

Two weeks later, the day Max returned to the office, was a
special occasion, requiring flats and a bra. It was a
particularly frustrating day for me, with a steady stream of
comments from female co-workers. I even had my bra strap
snapped.

I decided I had to do something to get out of this situation. I
told Max I needed to talk to him, hoping he wouldn't notice the
bra and flats. He invited me into his office.

I told him about my conversation with Ruth concerning my
employment status and salary increase, and everything Ruth had
done to me. He got up and closed the door. He then said he
couldn't help me. To prove his point, he dropped his pants to
reveal garter belt, panties, and hose similar to mine.

This situation had reached a new low. If Ruth could do this to
the President of the company, what chance did I have?

A few days later Ruth called everyone together.

"There are going to be some changes around here. Effectively
immediately, I will be President of the company. I have decided
I don't like Max."

This brought a gasp from some of the employees, even though they
were used to males being put down.

"What I mean is I don't like the name 'Max'. It doesn't suit
him. I am going to change his name from 'Max' to 'Min' In fact I
think we'll call him 'Mini'. It's more appropriate for the
little man he is. He will continue to work here, but will
concentrate on sales."

I looked at him. He was looking at the floor, and wouldn't make
eye contact with anyone.

So Ruth moved into the big corner office, and openly ran the
company. The male employees were all downgraded in status and
the women upgraded. Some men quit and the remainder were all one
at a time invited to a party at Ruth's and introduced to maid
service and the dildo. We men were also required to have
periodic "physicals" in Dr. Mansoft's office.

I did get a raise large enough that I could start paying down my
credit cards, but not big enough that I could save anything or
even think about looking for another job. I sensed that Ruth was
prepared to tell our competitors or anyone else that I
interviewed for what my status was. She would make it difficult
to leave.

I'm not sure what hold Ruth had on the other men, but in every
case it was effective.

O, and the source of the blood in my panties?

A simple case of hemorrhoids.

End of story

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