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Re: C: Am I sub/cuckold? Or Is she Dom?
Date: 19 Aug 2008 13:05:49 -0000
From: jim

raj wrote:

>is it a pleasure to see your wife getting fucked?

I can not answer for John, but I can tell you how I feel.

As an example, we have been on vacation and on one evening she
had a man come to our hotel room for a session of love making. I
was not allowed to be in the room but was called in before he
left. She told me that He wanted to say 'good bye' to me. I had
very mixed feelings. I was happy because she was happy. I was
allowed to masturbate so that in itself made me feel good.

Last evening, we were on our last nite of our vacation and she
looked so seductive and I attempted to make love to her. She
resisted and said she was tired. I know she wanted sex, but
said, 'you don't satisfy me. I want to save myself for someone
that can.' I know that very soon she will make a date with a boy
friend. I feel very disappointed now. It is very hard to wait
for those moments when she is happy. But I feel very happy when
they do come.

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 19 Aug 2008 19:14:46 -0000
From: arun

Goddess Malini,

i am a 38yr male slave from Chennai dying to serve you as your
personal slave. please be free to use me any way you want
including as your human toilet.

your slave
arun

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P: how to find a Syrian trampling Mistress?
Date: 24 Aug 2008 18:38:29 -0000
From: Fadi

i'm looking for mistress in Syria for trampling and foot fetish
and more, i wanna be her slave but i didn't find anyone who can
guide me.. please help me if possible.

thanks and regards

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Re: P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female
Date: 21 Aug 2008 17:45:36 -0000
From: Richard

I am born to be slave and serve a mistress, I am ready to be
yours, take me, take my body and my brain, Writing this my ass
swalling; I wait your answer smoking like a bitch.

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Re: P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female
Date: 24 Aug 2008 17:24:34 -0000
From: sissy sub

i want to obey, I want to be your slave and sub.

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S: Slave's Treat
Date: 19 Aug 2008 00:00:59 -0000
From: j_stimmt

Slave's Treat

The beautiful Queen I serve told me over a week ago that I could
expect a treat on Saturday.

It was the Tuesday before, and being full of impatience and
awaiting the treat which I knew would be a prolonged session
submitting to my Queen's will, I secretly masturbated, not
telling my Queen what I had done.

Saturday arrived and my Queen told me to wait until she called
me into the bedroom. After what seemed like an hour of waiting
for her to summon me, I heard her voice quietly calling my name.

I entered the bedroom and was overwhelmed by what I saw as I
stood before her. She was dressed in a silky black gown and was
wearing black leather boots. With her legs crossed so the boots
were prominent in my field of vision, she sat in a wicker chair
with a large round back. She held a riding crop in her right
hand which she tapped against the open palm of her left hand.
She ordered me to take off my clothes, and I quickly obeyed.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me slave," she said.

I crawled over to her and she pushed her booted foot into my
face.

"You are to be my footstool - assume the proper position."

Again, I quickly obeyed her, offering my back to her, and she
roughly kicked me in the side with the heels of her boots.

She then administered 50 harsh strokes to my ass and legs with
her riding crop, requiring me to count each stroke out loud. If
I didn't speak the stroke number loud enough, she commanded me
to say it louder and did the stroke over.

Then she ordered me to my knees and quickly snapped a clothes-
pin on each of my nipples. She led me over to the bed and said,
"You will now beg to taste my pussy. You may sniff it first."

I begged my Queen to let me taste her pussy, "Please, my Queen,
please let me lick your pussy."

She eventually relented and I was permitted to lick her to a
shouting-out-loud orgasm while wearing the clothespins on my
nipples.

After she rested for a few minutes, my cruel and beautiful Queen
took the clothespins off of my nipples and informed me that she
knew that I had masturbated earlier in the week without her
permission and that I was to be further punished for this.

She put me on my back and attached a clothespin to the head of
my cock - over the urethra opening and the frenum.

I wailed out in pain. It was both intense and exquisite. She
then stood over me so I could see her beautiful ass towering
above and she began to mercilessly swat my cock with her riding
crop, hitting both the sides of my penis and the clothespin
which dangled to and fro. I became totally lost in the sensation
and was crying, practically sobbing for her to please have mercy
and stop.

Eventually one of her swats with the crop knocked the clothespin
off the head of my cock and I shrieked out in pain while my
sperm shot out all over my stomach.

Then my Queen did something that surprised me even more - she
rubbed her boots in the come on my stomach and shoved them in my
face.

"Lick my boots clean, you worthless slave," she commanded.

This was so difficult to do, but I wanted to please my Queen so
I began to lick her boots until all of the come was off them.

It's later in the week as I write this and I'm reminded of this
dark and sensuous session my beautiful Queen treated me to. I
frequently get tingles in my nipples, but especially on the tip
of my cock while I sit at my desk in the office and wonder...
when will my Queen have me in her thrall once again?

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Re: S: The Doctor Knows Best
Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 12:56:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: inlimbo

I have attached part 4 of The Doctor Knows Best for your
consideration, although I feel it does not quite meet the tenor
of your site.

If you decide not to run it I will not be hurt..... drat!

Again I ask that you not print my real name. At some point I may
address issues that may be more relevant and which I have found,
if nothing else, perplexing.

there is no holy grail
Sybil

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S: The Doctor Knows Best - Part 4
Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2008 17:55:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: inlimbo

Continued from:-
The Doctor Knows Best

By in limbo

Part 4

Dr. Janet Greystone sat in her office drumming her fingers on
the desk, her eyes fixed on the clock on the far wall. It was
five minutes past four. She pushed the button on the intercom.
She was business-like, "Margo. Is my four o'clock appointment
here yet?"

A low laugh came from the intercom, "No sweetie, I told you he
would not come."

Margo's familiarity was normal, seeing she and Janet Greystone
were lovers and had been together for almost eight years. It was
very convenient for the two women who were very committed to
each other to live together and work together.

"Damn," mumbled Janet, "I was sure he would come."

"It's a bitch dear," purred Margo, "especially after you had
Leonard get you all that equipment to go along with your plan
for treatment. I knew he wouldn't keep his appointment. You
scared him."

"I meant to, I know I can help him if he will let me. I
understand him...."

Margo's voice stopped her in mid sentence, "he just arrived
Doctor, do you want me to send him in?"

"Would you come in her for a moment first, I have a file for
you."

"Yes Doctor," the intercom went silent and Margo entered the
office a moment later.

"How does he look," asked Janet as Margo came to the side of her
desk and picked up a file.

"He looks like a man who should not be here, scared out of his
mind.. You know your plan is very drastic"

Janet laughed, "I know, that's why I like it."

"Remember," said Margo, "just because you have a large clientele
in the gay community and have a great reputation for having
success with them does not mean you can transfer that into
treatment for a man into dominance and submission with a cross
dressing issue. I know it was part of your training in that
mystery country where you got that suspect medical degree, but
are you familiar enough with whips and chains people?"

"Let's not talk about where I got my degree, only that it got me
licensed to practice here. It is a very good school and I do
remember a lecture or two about what Tracy Cole is into. I know
plenty about whips and chains. Besides," said Janet with a
smile, "I dominate you and we love lingerie so much they call us
the Clark Street lipstick lesbians. Don't worry, I think I have
a handle on this patient."

"You told me what you think and what you are going to do and to
be honest I kind of agree with you. But it's way out there and
if it goes wrong he could sue you."

"Relax, I have him figured out, it will be ok. I have a plan."

"I hope so but just in case I am going to keep the intercom open
and listen."

"That's why I called you in, to make sure of it, and I want you
to record it also."

"Good idea, get a record in case," said Margo. "Where is the bag
of tricks?"

"Right here behind the desk at my feet so I can easily get to
it," said Janet, getting up and moving to the front of the desk.
She struck a pose and faced the door. "Now send him in."

Margo paused at the door. "You know, the way you look he will
probably faint."

Janet feigned surprise, "You mean the black vinyl turtle-neck,
short black leather skirt that barely covers my crotch, fishnet
stockings with garters showing and black shiny lace up boots
with a 4 inch spike heel could possibly have an effect on him?"

"Seeing you like that will send him over the edge." said Margo.

"It's what I'm counting on," the Janet said with a sly smile.

Margo re-entered the waiting room where the client Tracy Cole
was waiting patiently, and as she did so she watched Tracy's
eyes drop to her legs. Margo was wearing a short tight skirt,
hose and heels. She smiled at Tracy and said, "Leggs, Sheer
Energy, Suntan."

Tracy said, "I know."

Margo laughed and said, "of course. Go right in, she's waiting
for you."

Tracy entered the office and went weak when he saw her standing
at her desk, arms folded in front of her, legs spread, a no
nonsense look on her face.

"Sit down Tracy."

He did so.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," he mumbled, even now less sure as to why he returned.

"You realize I am here to help you in whatever way I can," she
said moving behind his chair.

"Yes."

"I want you to relax, take a deep breath and close your eyes,"
came her soothing voice from behind him.

He did not need to see her. The vision of her standing in that
outfit was fixed in his mind.

"How is your hand?"

"It's fine," again a whisper, rubbing the wound. He closed his
eyes and pictured her.

"Visuals are very important to you aren't they," she said going
to her desk and taking something out of the bag that she had
prepared for him.

"Yes."

"Keep your eyes closed and picture me as I am," she said and
walked behind him carrying something in her hand.

"I am," another whisper.

She was standing behind his chair holding a round plastic collar
with an electrical device attached, The collar was wide open and
designed to lock when she snapped it closed around the neck.

"Now remember, you must trust me," she said and with a swift
move locked the collar around his neck. She stepped quickly to
the desk and picked up the remote that controlled the power to
the electric shock collar.

Tracy's eyes popped open and he stood up, his hands going to his
neck and as he did so Janet pressed the remote giving him a
shock. He let out a scream and jumped from the shock. She was
standing in front of him pointing the remote. He leapt toward
her shouting "what the hell are you doing!" and slapped at her
hand holding the remote. He hit her arm and the remote flew from
her hand as he pushed her across the room.

"Margo!" shouted Janet just as Margo burst into the room. "The
remote!" snapped Janet pointing to it lying on the floor at
Margo's feet.

Tracy was scratching at the collar and looking around the room
for the remote as Margo picked it up. He turned and lunged for
her and she pointed the remote at him and pushed a button near
the high end of the power. Tracy froze in his tracks, his hands
grasping the collar, his knees buckling as he tried to keep his
feet.

Margo took advantage of his dazed condition as he stood there,
his hands on the collar, his legs apart trying to recover from
the jolt of pain and steady himself. She took one quick step
toward him and with all her power gave him a vicious kick to his
balls. The point of her shoe caught him right between his legs
and she felt him rise off the floor as she drove her foot up
into his groin as far as she could.

He let out a grunt, the air rushed out of his lungs and he felt
pain like he had never felt before. He dropped to the floor like
a stone, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath.

Margo dropped the remote and quickly moved to Janet's bag and
took out a pair of handcuffs. Tracy was in no condition to
resist, the pain so great he didn't even realize what Margo was
doing. She easily pulled his arms behind his back and snapped
the cuffs on him. As she did so she called to Janet "quick, give
me some rope."

Janet pulled a length of rope from the bag and threw it to Margo
who quickly tied his legs, immobilizing him on the floor. Margo
stepped away from him and stood a moment, breathing deeply,
catching her breath. "He's not going anywhere," she said and
turned to Janet. They came together in a hug.

"You ok?" asked Margo.

"I'm great" said Janet as she pulled back from Margo's hug and
smiled at her lover. "And so are you. I just loved that" she
said with a laugh. "You are good."

Margo laughed, "Just taking care of your screw-up. I was worried
he hurt you and from the way he reacted I think he would have if
I didn't kick his ass," Margo said with a laugh.

They hugged and Margo pressed into her and gave her a passionate
kiss. After a moment Margo breathlessly said, "I'll tell you
something, I got a terrific rush."

"So did I," said Janet. "It was great."

"It excited me, it felt great I feel so powerful," Margo said
with a giggle.

"That's because he's tied helpless on the floor at our feet."
They stood, hugging and looking down at the still dazed man they
had overpowered. "And considering how much you hate men it's not
surprising you feel power after what you did."

The man began to moan and look around.

"He's coming out of it," said Margo pulling away from Janet.
"And I am justified in hating men."

"Agreed, but men have always had power over you, and suddenly
you have overpowered a man and taken control of him. Considering
your history your blood must be pumping. You have gone from
feeling like a victim to being a conqueror. My hero," laughed
Janet.

"You bitch," laughed Margo pulling her close again. "I hate it
when you are right. Have you ever had a man under your control
before?"

"No, but I feel like you, it's exciting."

"Don't you feel guilty being a pervert and a doctor.?" asked
Margo.

"No, I love it." She pulled away and picked up the phone. "I
have to call Leonard."

"What for," asked Margo as she stood next to Tracy lying on his
back, hands cuffed behind him, legs tied at the knees and
ankles. Looking at him struggling for breath she reached down
and picked up the electrical remote to the collar.

"What the hell.." Tracy tried to speak but it was only a rasp
and it was cut short as Margo pointed the remote at him and
pressed a button on the lower power scale. Shock raced across
Tracy's face and Margo giggled.

"Don't play with him without me," said Janet as she picked up
the phone.

"It's fun," laughed Margo as Tracy shaking off the effects of
the shock tried to speak again but the second a word came out of
his mouth Margo hit the button and Tracy shook as the electric
current again ran though him.

Margo leaned down and spoke into his face. "Let's she how long
it takes you to learn little man. Let's see how stupid our
little captive is. Open your mouth and the current goes up." She
turned to Janet. "How high can I turn it up before I kill him?"
she asked matter of factly.

"Leonard wasn't sure but he said be careful at the top end,"
said Janet. "A lot depends on his age and physical condition."

"Well he better hope he's young and strong," laughed Margo. "I
think I see a little fear creeping across our captive's face. I
think he is not going to complain anymore. Is that right
asshole?" she said giving Tracy a kick. "I like this Janet. I
think I found a new hobby."

"Leonard, it did not go well," said Janet into the phone. "No we
have it under control but we had better meet and do that thing
tonight instead of next week. Ok, thirty minutes."

"What are we doing?" asked Margo.

"Phase two, but sooner than I wanted. We have 30 minutes."

"Good, because I have an idea. I'm going to have some fun with
this useless man and find a use for him."

"What are you going to do?"

"Since he got me so excited and gave me a rush it's only fair
that I use him to finish the job," said Margo as she stood over
Tracy's face. She quickly knelt down on his face facing his
feet, and settled her crotch right over his mouth. "I'm going to
fuck his face, use his face to get me off." She began rocking
back and forth and side to side finding satisfying positions and
movements, riding his face for pleasure.

Janet laughed. "You're crazy."

"No, just excited. Come down here," she said grabbing Janet's
hand and pulling her. "Kneel over his chest, a knee on each side
and face me."

Janet did so and the women knelt on their captive, Margo on his
face and Janet on his chest. Margo ground her pussy onto his
face and leaned in and kissed Janet and began unbuttoning her
blouse. She kissed Janet and said, "this is great, play with my
tits while I grind my pussy into this face I'm sitting on."

They continued in this way until Margo worked herself up. "Oh
god," she moaned into Janet's mouth pounding her pussy down on
the face under her, "I'm going to cum on this bastard's face,"
and exploded into an orgasm. Margo held Janet as she came down
and glanced at a noticeable bulge in Tracy's pants. "The
shithead has a hard-on."

Janet looked around, "you're right." She reached back and undid
Tracy's pants and pulled them down and exposed a rock hard cock.
"Well, I guess we are not hurting him too much. Did you have a
good time?" she asked Margo.

"Great," said Margo.

"Then get off our toy, it's my turn."

Margo climbed off Tracy's face and he did not attempt to speak.
"I think our little bitch has learned some obedience."

Janet quickly swung her knees to the sides of Tracy's head and
settled her crotch where Margo's had just been. She had gotten
worked up with Margo and wasted no time in using her pussy to
fuck the face beneath her.

"Come on, Margo, get down here," said Janet.

"Ok," she said moving to the Janet's bag and taking out a whip,
"but first I am going to do something I have never even thought
of," and began whipping Tracy's cock.

"The bastard really likes this," laughed Margo, "I can't even
get it to go down."

"Stop having fun and get down here and kiss me," panted Janet as
she took her turn grinding her pussy into Tracy's face.

Margo dropped down on his chest and began kissing Janet. "You
said he liked panties and pantyhose so I think he is getting his
fill of both today."

"Everybody wins," mumbled Janet kissing Margo, "I didn't know it
would feel so good getting off fucking a helpless man's face,"
and continued grinding away until she got her orgasm.

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Re: S: The Doctor Knows Best - Part 4
Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:37:34 +0100
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Well done "inlimbo" - yet another hot episode to your story.
Part 4 is maintaining the excitement level for me anyway.

inlimbo aka Sybil wrote:

>I feel it does not quite meet the tenor of your site.

We don't have to be sensible and politically correct in fiction.
While the non-fiction side of the DOMestic web site is mostly
about loving couples, in stories you can wander quite a bit from
the "straight(?) and narrow".

Fiction is of course nothing like reality. In fiction we can do
stuff that is not safe in real life. But I do have to be a
sensible moderator here and remind folk reading that using an
electrical shock collar above the waist could be very
dangerous.

In my opinion it's best to restrict those devices to the
genitals in humans. The dog collars that are designed for the
necks of those animals fit quite nicely above the male scrotal
sack and are much safer when used down there.

sincerely,
David

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