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May 30, 2009

In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Twenty-six


posted by: "Christine" at u4ds.com / MsChristine.com
posted on: Sat, 30 May 2009 20:28:43 +0100


Previous issues.


In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2009 Christine and David Stevenson


Part Twenty-six


Karin paused to run her hands over her body for a few
moments, maintaining her state of arousal as she
planned each sadistic step. "I am sure you realise that
I occasionally like a man to indulge me, shall we say
by penetrating me."

David's expectations soared and Karin continued. "I
would like you to be able to provide that service for
me....."


Karin paused deliberately, and David couldn't believe
his luck, his heart leapt with joy.

".......However it is difficult for this to be achieved
without you breaking rule two and probably rule
five......."

She left the statement hanging in the air. Just as
quickly his heart sank, where was she leading? How
could he make love to her without an erection?

".......It would be unfair of me to ask you to subject
yourself to severe punishments just to indulge my
occasional needs for penetration."

David was confused, was she going to let him or not? He
started to speak, he was going to suggest that he would
gladly suffer some punishment for the privilege she was
offering, "Madam....."

Karin swung her legs over the side of the bed,
"SILENCE!" she ordered. Pulling his head into her lap,
she proceeded to lace his head into a leather hood,
which she had been concealing. The hood had two
eyeholes surrounded by press studs, two vents for
breathing through the nostrils, and a large hole for
the mouth, also surrounded by press studs. Karin held
his head between her thighs as she laced the hood
tightly until it fitted like a second skin.

David breathed in the scent of her, between her thighs,
as he wondered just what she was planning. How would a
hood solve the problem she had been teasing him with?

"Time for a demonstration," she announced, as she
forced a rubber plug into his mouth for him to bite on.
A leather mouth cover held the plug in place, and Karin
fastened it with the press studs. Most peculiar of all,
was that on the outside was a six inch black latex
dildo, which now projected out from his mouth.

Karin continued her explanation, "Now that has shut you
up! You will observe that I am holding a blindfold,
which I can fit over your eyes in the same manner as I
fitted that gag. So behave yourself!"

David nodded, and felt the dildo bouncing up and down
in front of him. Through the eyeholes his vision was
distorted, but there was no mistaking what that was
projecting in front of him.

Karin snapped, "There is no need to nod! I will tell
you if I expect a reply! You will also observe the
beautifully shaped penis that I have provided you with.
Unlike your own, this one does not spurt all over the
place, and it stays hard!"

It suddenly became clear to David. How bitter the gall
he swallowed, how could she lead him on so, and then
deliver such a sadistic blow?

"Using my riding crop I am going to train you to 'use
your head', as they say. In time, you will on command
thrust in and out, or move your jaws on the bit between
your teeth, to stimulate me. All in response to
commands from my crop. Now however, Just for tonight,
lie on your back on the bed."


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The Lady's not for twittering


From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Sat, 30 May 2009 15:12:11 +0100

Hello,

I replied to the sender of one of those spam invites from one of
those:-

Book_a_ Twit_Sit_on_My_Face_Fill_a_Space_Get_a_Life web sites.

As usual I told the person sending the "invitation" that I had
better things to do with my time.

I suggested that DOMestic which has now been going for 13 years
provides plenty of ways to stay in contact with everyone in this
community and/or me. It also does this without sending spam to
anybody in your address book.

I received an apology which made two key points that I felt the
need to reply to...

1. They hadn't sent the invite. It was because their address
book had been hacked.

2. MsChristine.com is "only" for femdommes and their slaves.

Both those points are plain wrong.

In answer to (1):-

Your address was not hacked. It's in the small print. You
specifically agree to it when you sign up for one of these so
called social networking sites. Your address book is
incorporated into their system and everybody in your address
book gets at least one spam message. Many of these sites keep
pestering your address book, and in our case at DOMestic we just
respond to this by blacklisting the senders so that all mail
from them goes into junk mail thereafter.

One benefit of DOMestic not sending out email addresses of the
folk who post here is that it makes it most unlikely that one of
these twitterers will have your address in their address book to
send the spam to.

In answer to (2):-

"Only FemDom"?

That's not what it says anywhere on the DOMestic site, and I
have constantly reiterated that this is not the case every time
anybody says that on DOMestic. The list description and welcome
message says otherwise.

I quote from....

http://www.mschristine.com/temp/welcome.txt

where it has said the following for the last thirteen years...

"The moderators primary interest is FemDom, so it is likely that
the list will attract this kind of post. But we are open minded
and like to read about other variations of dom-sub. Male
dominants and female submissives are welcome
to participate."

Also at

http://u4ds.com/

Note the key words include "and"

"DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination"

"Domination, Submission, Sexual and Sadomasochistic Role Play
for Loving Couples."

Now, to return to the matter of those:-

Book_a_ Twit_Sit_on_My_Face_Fill_a_Space_Get_a_Life web sites

To paraphrase a well known political comment in the UK.

"You twitter if you want to. The Lady's not for twittering!"

DOMestic is not for twits and if you think you can say anything serious
and worthwhile in less that 140 characters, you are probably wrong
and it's usually not worth reading or hearing.

But perhaps it is the short attention span of "twitterers" that
causes these very same folk to not read the conditions or
welcome messages when they sign up to DOMestic, or indeed when
they join any of these so called social networking web sites.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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May 28, 2009

A personal real-life update. There are dominant females!


Date: Thu, 28 May 2009 17:03:56 -0400
From: feeteager


For the last week or so, i have been following the thread
started by Nuked
about there not being any dominant females.

After reading Christine's rejection of Nuked's point of view. i
thought it may be appropriate to share my real-life experience:
I am still learning.

For years it has been understood that i am to be denied the
pleasures that a "Real" man probably takes for granted
(receiving oral and intercourse). During this time it was
decreed that i would be required to maintain my hairless pubic
region as symbolic of those pleasures denied to me and reserved
for only a "Real" man.

She teased me verbally saying that the thing She missed most was
the friction caused by the rubbing of a Man's pubic bone against
Hers. During this time i was cuckolded.

It was understood that it was within Her rights to cuckold me
and that She may or may not tell me of the occurrence. Since i
travelled a lot on business for a week or two at a time, She had
me calling Her nightly and would from time to time hint at one
of Her adventures. Her teasing made my thoughts race and spin.
Upon my return, Her attitude would resume exactly where W/we had
left off.

We have remained in a very satisfying marriage for now 28+ years
and expect it to continue. As O/our aging process takes it's
toll upon O/our bodies, some thoughts and actions are bound to
change.

Within the last year Mistress has made it clear to me that She
now intends on never again allowing me oral or intercourse
pleasures. Mostly this had to do with hormonal changes on Her
part but She still recognizes my interest in Her sexually and
sees this as being healthy.

Still, i am to maintain my hairless pubic region and on
occasion, have been ordered to paint my toenails a red color
that would be universally acknowledged to be fitting for a "lady
of the night" (appropriate for my status as a toe-boy). She
particularly likes this because it causes me to see this added
humiliation daily and not to forget that i am still under Her
rule. With an adult offspring still living with U/us, it causes
me to be very careful so as not to raise any further
embarrassing questions.

Truthfully, the novelty and shock of seeing my red toenails
lasts now about a week or so. After that, i really do not like
it and about 8 weeks ago, took the polish off.

It was quickly noted by Mistress that i had not received Her
permission and i was promptly ordered to re-paint my toes and
remove all remaining body hair below my eyebrows (reduced to
bitch-boy status). Furthermore, i was required to maintain my
hairless condition until She granted Her permission to re-grow
it.

It has been one of Her rules that for me to request Her
permission to re-grow my hair i was to be "freshly groomed"
(void of hair in the concerned area or areas). Until i received
Her permission to re-grow any body hair, i was to remain
hairless below the eyebrows (the markings of an absolute slave-
boy).

She mercifully has allowed me to remove that awful polish about
4 weeks ago and i was truly grateful. For the past 3-4 weeks i
have been busy with my work and re-painting the interior of
O/our home. She regularly re-decorates O/our bathroom and has
insisted upon pink as the dominant color. Of course, i do not
argue that point with Her.

During these past few weeks i had not maintained a completely
hairless body due to fatigue that such work has entailed for me.
Before last weekend, i noticed that my chest, leg and underarm
areas had started to sprout a nice re-growth. i thought i would
just see how long i would be able to allow it to re-grow and
with the summer months upon U/us, i thought wearing a pair of
shorts now and then would be especially comfortable.

On Memorial Day, Mistress simply commented on the stubble i had
developed and i quickly broke off the conversation saying that i
needed to run to the grocery store to get some food for U/us.

i now knew that She had taken note of my disobedience and my
lack of respect for Her rules. She does not like to use corporal
punishments but has used chastity cages regularly to keep me in
line as well. Usually the cage will be locked for only a week
but has lasted for three weeks (with only cleaning respites).

i am well aware of how a chastity cage causes a male slave to
concentrate his focus. i have no desire to be deprived of my
sleep either!

Only 3 days since Her comment and i am again freshly groomed
(completely hairless below my eyebrows).

May 27, 2009

2009-05-27 ( 6 edited messages )


# C: feminization training tip
# Re: C: feminization training tip
# C: In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK
# Re: C: In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK
# Re: C: In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK
# S: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Twenty-five


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C: feminization training tip
Date: 21 May 2009 03:32:19 -0000
From: BBW Mistress Lina


One thing that might useful in feminization training (learning
to walk like a woman) is to have him hold a tennis ball between
his legs up against his balls. He will have to keep his knees
together as he has to learn how to walk, sit down, bend, stand
up all over again if he doesn't want to drop the ball and face
the consequences.

To make the task more difficult replace the fuzzy tennis ball
with a well-lubricated racquetball.

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Re: C: feminization training tip
Date: 26 May 2009 17:17:44 -0000
From: sissy gabriella


Thank You so much for this wonderful training advice Mistress
Lina. I will immediately start practising.

I kneel for You Mistress Lina

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C: In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK
From: fem fan
Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 15:34:34 +0000


Hello all,

this is my first post, but having just read the exchange between
Ms Christine and nuked I felt I had to write as it is just too
funny - nuked after all just had his proof handed to him on a
plate by what can only be described as a superior woman - pretty
much concluding the discussion on whether dominant women exist -
give it up Nuked - it's just been proved to you on more levels
than I care to mention.

I also felt I had to write, as it doesn't seem right that I only
take from this resource, and when Ms Christine mentioned that no
one else was writing in, I felt it was my duty as a sub male to
answer the call of a superior woman and throw my hat into the
ring and see what happens.

As for myself, I have been reading DOMestic for some time now
but have never previously posted - I love the stories (the
latest instalments of The Bank Manager's Cupboard have been mind
blowing - Ms Christine, you're an amazing author!) and often
find myself interested by the discussions taking place.

In all honesty though, I tend to find myself concentrating on
the female responses, as I get a sense of excitement just
reading words that are written by a dominant woman. I find an
enormous excitement reading the posts and hearing the views
expressed by the dominant woman in the group, and knowing that
the Yin to my Yang is out there.

My own views on female dominance are fairly simple - there are
just some women in this world that have a certain attitude that
can floor you - whether it is conveyed via the arch of an
eyebrow, a knowing glance, or simply a certain air... and when
you meet women with this attitude, you know, absolutely and
incontrovertibly that you are totally their inferior - you know
that should they desire to break you utterly you would be
powerless to resist them, that once they had finished they could
click their fingers and bring you to your knees, or they could
utter a word and you would crawl on your belly in their presence
just to have the honour of licking the dirt from their boots
knowing all the time that you are lucky to do so.

Yes - there are some women in this world who are, simply,
superior, in every way. And it is to these women that I find
myself uncontrollably drawn, and who elicit in me a desire to
submit myself utterly to them...

This being the case, I would never ask to ever be the sole slave
to a dominant woman - indeed, it would be an absolute
contradiction in terms for me to demand such a thing. No, I
would expect her to have (should she wish) a kennel, stable, or
harem of males that are enslaved and broken beneath her heel,
serving her in any way she desires - maybe even specialising in
different areas according to her desires, serving as her
cleaners, shoppers, manicurists, pedicurists, butlers, even as
her toilet, toilet paper, oral slaves, and lovers.

Indeed - the more she had, the more powerful she would appear in
my eyes, and should she have lovers, I would count myself lucky
to be allowed to serve her by cleaning up after them with my
tongue...

In my fantasies I would be broken and degraded by my mistress,
becoming nothing more than a tongue for her pleasure - and a
mouth for her convenience - she would take me all the way down,
through the depths of submission, until I was truly no more than
her complete and utter slave - addicted to her in every way and
giving my mouth to serve as her toilet, my tongue as her paper,
and obeying her commands without any will left of my own.

She would have me lick the dirt from her boots, and service her
with my tongue whenever she desired, while never allowing me
sexual release, so that my pent up sexual desire became an
overwhelming wave that ever increased her power and hold over
me.

I would be her butler, maid, boot licker, toilet, pussy cleaner,
ass licker, sex toy and all encompassing servant. Still - that's
probably more than enough information for now!

For myself, I am a sub male, 35, living in the UK. I have never
had a truly D/S relationship, though the thought of it fills my
stomach with a strange mixture of excitement, fear, awe and
elation.

As is probably evident from what I have written already, I would
love to hear from dominant women, as I would love to correspond
with them, hear what excites them, drives them, interests them,
their desires - anything they care to talk about or share - and
the idea of corresponding with an online mistress would be
interesting too - I'd love to share fantasies!

Finally - I would like to say a little about our hosts. A while
ago I ordered, I believe, every video available from Christine
and David, along with a couple of web books. They were very
helpful when I ordered, and I received the DVD's quickly. While
I have to admit that on the PC Screen the videos were a little
dark and at times hard to make out, when I put them onto the TV,
they were fine. In terms of content however - they were

p-h-e-n-o-m-e-n-a-l !

I loved watching the stories play out, the action in them was
mind blowing, and, best of all, I was watching them knowing that
Ms Christine is a truly dominant woman. The things that she
writes about, the things that she desires, and turn her on, all
dovetail so closely to my own, that I could feel a reality to
proceedings that you don't tend to get elsewhere.

I loved the films and I would strongly recommend them to anyone.
In short - to put this review in context - if Ms Christine ever
ordered me into her bathtub... I'd be there in a shot!

So thank you our hosts - I've loved your work, I love the posts,
and I'd love to hear from any dom females out there who feel
like educating a green sub.

Ms Christine - please feel free to give my email address out.

femfan@hotmail.co.uk

Thanks all, and my humble apologies for the length, and rambling
of my own email Ms Christine!

Deferentially from his knees, given the number of dominant women
in the audience,

Femfan


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Re: C: In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK
Date: 25 May 2009 01:46:46 -0000
From: MichaelK


Femfan wrote about his fantasy, and said that he has "never had
a truly D/S relationship".

Fantasies are fun.

A few people may be lucky enough to actually live out their
fantasy for a short time. And there will even be a very
fortunate few who live this full-time in real life.

But for many of us this is like writing on a dating site "I
would love to meet a woman half my age who is incredibly rich. I
would like to stop working and move into her mansion with her.
She would buy me a fleet of sports cars..."

A great fantasy. And this has probably come true for a few lucky
men. But for most of us this fantasy will never come true, and
trying to find a real-life partner based on this fantasy is
totally unrealistic.

My question for FemFan (and anyone else who feels the same way)
is:

Have you got a milder fantasy that is likely to be achievable in
real life?

And do you think you would be able to enjoy a real-life FemDom
relationship if your Mistress fell far short of the "true
dominant" of your fantasy?

The internet is great for building up more and more intense and
extreme fantasies.

These are great fun, but I fear they can be damaging if people
start to think that they are likely to be able to be made real,
and that the only thing that would make them happy is if these
fantasies become true.

FemDom with a real dominant woman is very different from most
men's fantasies.

And as most men cannot find a real dominant woman, it can be
worth thinking about how mild FemDom can be enjoyed when your
partner is not dominant (eg see my Devotional Sex website).

I find real-life much more fun and satisfying than fantasy!

Cheers,
MichaelK


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Re: C: In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK
Date: 27 May 2009 06:37:04 -0000
From: Femfan


Michael,

I agree with you - fantasies are fun, however after that point
we differ - mainly it seems because I don't view DOMestic as a
dating site, and my post wasn't a lonely hearts!

I put in my fantasy scenario and my situation so that people
could understand, in terms of this site, who I was and where I
was coming from, the idea being that people with similar
fantasies (or, if they are lucky, realities!) could respond or
get in touch. It wasn't a shopping list for a mistress, or the
BDSM equivalent of GSOH (if you'll excuse the excess of
acronyms).

If you read my post, it's obvious that I dream of being
submissive to a dominant woman, so the question of her falling
short of my mark is really moot, the issue is more whether I
could meet her standards.

I realise that some might say that laying out my fantasy is
trying to top from the bottom, but I would argue that it's just
showing my hand fully so that any mistress can understand my
drivers, and decide in advance whether she would have any
interest in, or use for me and therefore use them to her
advantage. However, I concede, I could be completely wrong in
doing this and am happy to bow before other people's greater
understanding of the dynamics of a D/S relationship - oh the
perils of being a novice!

Also, rest assured, I don't expect my fantasies to become real
(as I'm sure is the case with many posters and authors on this
site) - and there's a very real chance that were they to start
going that way, I might not be able to cope with the complete
life change they would entail.

I do appreciate your concern for me, however, rest assured I'm
not a destructive Walter Mitty ;-)

To finish, I'm glad that you have a fulfilling and enjoyable
reality that moves in these realms, but I am one of many I am
sure who, for now, enjoys the fantasy of Femdom. I would love to
correspond with people who are truly involved as knowing that
the reality exists, and talking to such powerful women is like
peering over a precipice and feeling giddy at the depth and
power of the desire they create within me.

I hope that my posting doesn't offend anybody out there - I just
wanted to be honest about myself and my lack of experience - I
don't think, however, that I am totally alone in this, and I am
sure, Michael, that however much you enjoy the reality - you've
also enjoyed the odd bit of fiction that has been written by one
of us fantasists in your time...

With deference to the dominant females

FF


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S: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Twenty-five
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Wed, 27 May 2009 18:45:52 +0100


Previous issues.

In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2009 Christine and David Stevenson


Part Twenty-five


Karin's dinner was superb, the service was excellent.
With the way Christine had her slaves wired up, they
would hardly let her down. Christine had been
experimenting with a new range of electronic and radio
controlled devices.

Karin had a very amusing evening, using and testing the
equipment on Christine's slaves. They agreed on a
package of equipment which would suit Karin's needs and
Christine promised to have an engineer install the
necessary equipment in her flat by the following week.
The radio controlled devices would be linked in to her
telephone system. An idea which Karin thought had great
potential.


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By the time Karin arrived home that night, David had
not only finished his chores but had prepared dinner in
accordance with Karin's instructions. He had left it in
the oven on warm and rested on his bed for a couple of
hours. He was now downstairs again restlessly awaiting
her arrival, the dinner was sure to be spoiled and that
worried him. He was most uncomfortable in his
restrainer and hoped she would release him.

His luck was in! Karin breezed in, not in the slightest
interested in her meal, and unlocked him. Dropping his
restrainer on the floor she smiled seductively at him.
"Go and have a good wash, I will require your services
on my bed in twenty minutes."

David scuttled away to his room, where while he was
washing, he could hear Karin coming upstairs. Karin had
turned off the oven and inspected the dinner, not bad
for a first attempt, she thought.

David could hear Karin moving around in her bedroom.
"On her bed", she had said. Maybe, just maybe, his luck
was really in. When David was clean and tidy he tapped
timidly on the connecting door.

Karin's voice on the speaker simply said "Wait." He
stood by the door, determined not to risk offending her
by peeking through the keyhole this time. He was in
with a chance and would not ruin it.

Karin took a shower. She kept David waiting much longer
than the twenty minutes. Now she was reclining on her
bed, in her freshly laundered elderberry lingerie. She
didn't normally like to repeat herself so soon, but the
temptation to remind David of the previous evening was
too great. She mused on how she would introduce David
to her new 'toy'. She began running her hands over her
breasts, down to her mound of venus. Already she was
getting hot as she formulated her plan. She depressed
the button over her head and summoned David, who was
still standing awaiting the call.

When David saw Karin in her elderberry coloured outfit
he instantly remembered Karin and the man of the night
before, it had hardly been out of his mind most of the
day. His hopes rose. Maybe she wore those when she was
in a 'certain mood'. His thickening penis stiffened to
a full erection as he stood waiting hopefully where she
indicated, beside her bed.

Karin lowered her eyes and pouted sympathetically, "You
do have a problem with rule two, don't you?" she asked
rhetorically, "and it would seem with rules three and
four."

David quickly knelt and kissed the heels of her court
shoes, "I'm sorry Madam, I thought."

Karin interrupted, "I know what you thought!"

David grovelled in accordance with rule four, listening
attentively to Karin. "I spent the evening with a lady
who, very kindly, is going to put a lot of effort into
finding ways of helping you to obey my rules. She has
also found a way to solve a problem that we both have."


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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Twenty-five


posted by: "Christine" at u4ds.com / MsChristine.com
posted on: Wed, 27 May 2009 18:45:52 +0100

Previous issues

In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2009 Christine and David Stevenson


Part Twenty-five


Karin's dinner was superb, the service was excellent.
With the way Christine had her slaves wired up, they
would hardly let her down. Christine had been
experimenting with a new range of electronic and radio
controlled devices.

Karin had a very amusing evening, using and testing the
equipment on Christine's slaves. They agreed on a
package of equipment which would suit Karin's needs and
Christine promised to have an engineer install the
necessary equipment in her flat by the following week.
The radio controlled devices would be linked in to her
telephone system. An idea which Karin thought had great
potential.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

By the time Karin arrived home that night, David had
not only finished his chores but had prepared dinner in
accordance with Karin's instructions. He had left it in
the oven on warm and rested on his bed for a couple of
hours. He was now downstairs again restlessly awaiting
her arrival, the dinner was sure to be spoiled and that
worried him. He was most uncomfortable in his
restrainer and hoped she would release him.

His luck was in! Karin breezed in, not in the slightest
interested in her meal, and unlocked him. Dropping his
restrainer on the floor she smiled seductively at him.
"Go and have a good wash, I will require your services
on my bed in twenty minutes."

David scuttled away to his room, where while he was
washing, he could hear Karin coming upstairs. Karin had
turned off the oven and inspected the dinner, not bad
for a first attempt, she thought.

David could hear Karin moving around in her bedroom.
"On her bed", she had said. Maybe, just maybe, his luck
was really in. When David was clean and tidy he tapped
timidly on the connecting door.

Karin's voice on the speaker simply said "Wait." He
stood by the door, determined not to risk offending her
by peeking through the keyhole this time. He was in
with a chance and would not ruin it.

Karin took a shower. She kept David waiting much longer
than the twenty minutes. Now she was reclining on her
bed, in her freshly laundered elderberry lingerie. She
didn't normally like to repeat herself so soon, but the
temptation to remind David of the previous evening was
too great. She mused on how she would introduce David
to her new 'toy'. She began running her hands over her
breasts, down to her mound of venus. Already she was
getting hot as she formulated her plan. She depressed
the button over her head and summoned David, who was
still standing awaiting the call.

When David saw Karin in her elderberry coloured outfit
he instantly remembered Karin and the man of the night
before, it had hardly been out of his mind most of the
day. His hopes rose. Maybe she wore those when she was
in a 'certain mood'. His thickening penis stiffened to
a full erection as he stood waiting hopefully where she
indicated, beside her bed.

Karin lowered her eyes and pouted sympathetically, "You
do have a problem with rule two, don't you?" she asked
rhetorically, "and it would seem with rules three and
four."

David quickly knelt and kissed the heels of her court
shoes, "I'm sorry Madam, I thought."

Karin interrupted, "I know what you thought!"

David grovelled in accordance with rule four, listening
attentively to Karin. "I spent the evening with a lady
who, very kindly, is going to put a lot of effort into
finding ways of helping you to obey my rules. She has
also found a way to solve a problem that we both have."


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In praise of Dominant Women - totally their inferior in UK


From: fem fan
Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 15:34:34 +0000


Hello all,

this is my first post, but having just read the exchange between
Ms Christine and nuked I felt I had to write as it is just too
funny - nuked after all just had his proof handed to him on a
plate by what can only be described as a superior woman - pretty
much concluding the discussion on whether dominant women exist -
give it up Nuked - it's just been proved to you on more levels
than I care to mention.

I also felt I had to write, as it doesn't seem right that I only
take from this resource, and when Ms Christine mentioned that no
one else was writing in, I felt it was my duty as a sub male to
answer the call of a superior woman and throw my hat into the
ring and see what happens.

As for myself, I have been reading DOMestic for some time now
but have never previously posted - I love the stories (the
latest instalments of The Bank Manager's Cupboard have been mind
blowing - Ms Christine, you're an amazing author!) and often
find myself interested by the discussions taking place.

In all honesty though, I tend to find myself concentrating on
the female responses, as I get a sense of excitement just
reading words that are written by a dominant woman. I find an
enormous excitement reading the posts and hearing the views
expressed by the dominant woman in the group, and knowing that
the Yin to my Yang is out there.

My own views on female dominance are fairly simple - there are
just some women in this world that have a certain attitude that
can floor you - whether it is conveyed via the arch of an
eyebrow, a knowing glance, or simply a certain air... and when
you meet women with this attitude, you know, absolutely and
incontrovertibly that you are totally their inferior - you know
that should they desire to break you utterly you would be
powerless to resist them, that once they had finished they could
click their fingers and bring you to your knees, or they could
utter a word and you would crawl on your belly in their presence
just to have the honour of licking the dirt from their boots
knowing all the time that you are lucky to do so.

Yes - there are some women in this world who are, simply,
superior, in every way. And it is to these women that I find
myself uncontrollably drawn, and who elicit in me a desire to
submit myself utterly to them...

This being the case, I would never ask to ever be the sole slave
to a dominant woman - indeed, it would be an absolute
contradiction in terms for me to demand such a thing. No, I
would expect her to have (should she wish) a kennel, stable, or
harem of males that are enslaved and broken beneath her heel,
serving her in any way she desires - maybe even specialising in
different areas according to her desires, serving as her
cleaners, shoppers, manicurists, pedicurists, butlers, even as
her toilet, toilet paper, oral slaves, and lovers.

Indeed - the more she had, the more powerful she would appear in
my eyes, and should she have lovers, I would count myself lucky
to be allowed to serve her by cleaning up after them with my
tongue...

In my fantasies I would be broken and degraded by my mistress,
becoming nothing more than a tongue for her pleasure - and a
mouth for her convenience - she would take me all the way down,
through the depths of submission, until I was truly no more than
her complete and utter slave - addicted to her in every way and
giving my mouth to serve as her toilet, my tongue as her paper,
and obeying her commands without any will left of my own.

She would have me lick the dirt from her boots, and service her
with my tongue whenever she desired, while never allowing me
sexual release, so that my pent up sexual desire became an
overwhelming wave that ever increased her power and hold over
me.

I would be her butler, maid, boot licker, toilet, pussy cleaner,
ass licker, sex toy and all encompassing servant. Still - that's
probably more than enough information for now!

For myself, I am a sub male, 35, living in the UK. I have never
had a truly D/S relationship, though the thought of it fills my
stomach with a strange mixture of excitement, fear, awe and
elation.

As is probably evident from what I have written already, I would
love to hear from dominant women, as I would love to correspond
with them, hear what excites them, drives them, interests them,
their desires - anything they care to talk about or share - and
the idea of corresponding with an online mistress would be
interesting too - I'd love to share fantasies!

Finally - I would like to say a little about our hosts. A while
ago I ordered, I believe, every video available from Christine
and David, along with a couple of web books. They were very
helpful when I ordered, and I received the DVD's quickly. While
I have to admit that on the PC Screen the videos were a little
dark and at times hard to make out, when I put them onto the TV,
they were fine. In terms of content however - they were

p-h-e-n-o-m-e-n-a-l !

I loved watching the stories play out, the action in them was
mind blowing, and, best of all, I was watching them knowing that
Ms Christine is a truly dominant woman. The things that she
writes about, the things that she desires, and turn her on, all
dovetail so closely to my own, that I could feel a reality to
proceedings that you don't tend to get elsewhere.

I loved the films and I would strongly recommend them to anyone.
In short - to put this review in context - if Ms Christine ever
ordered me into her bathtub... I'd be there in a shot!

So thank you our hosts - I've loved your work, I love the posts,
and I'd love to hear from any dom females out there who feel
like educating a green sub.

Ms Christine - please feel free to give my email address out.

femfan@hotmail.co.uk email address info

Thanks all, and my humble apologies for the length, and rambling
of my own email Ms Christine!

Deferentially from his knees, given the number of dominant women
in the audience,

Femfan

feminization training tip


Date: 21 May 2009 03:32:19 -0000
From: BBW Mistress Lina


One thing that might useful in feminization training (learning
to walk like a woman) is to have him hold a tennis ball between
his legs up against his balls. He will have to keep his knees
together as he has to learn how to walk, sit down, bend, stand
up all over again if he doesn't want to drop the ball and face
the consequences.




To make the task more difficult replace the fuzzy tennis ball
with a well-lubricated racquetball.

BBW Mistress Lina

May 20, 2009

2009-05-20 ( 4 edited messages )

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Re: S: 19 - part one
Date: 10 May 2009 13:18:57 -0000
From: Darren


Hi there,

Great start to this story, am looking forward to hearing more!
Do enjoy office related stories regarding power-suited ladies
taking charge!

Will enjoy following this story, Look forward to the next part!

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S: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Twenty-four
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 21:10:26 +0100


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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2009 Christine and David Stevenson


Part Twenty-four


Despite his position, the sight gave David another
uncomfortable erection. She pushed her panties down to
her stocking tops, lifted the perspex toilet lid, and
regally took up her position on the 'throne'.

Once again David looked up at the centre of her
sexuality. That which she had brought him to revere.
There was no longer any question in his mind. He was
owned by her, his purpose now defined. To serve the
female sex. To serve Karin. Without a word, she
urinated a second long stream upon him. Her complete
silence made him feel more like her toilet than a
person. Even if he hadn't liked what she had said the
first time, at least speaking to him was acknowledging
him.

Dropping tissue in on him, she flicked open the
locking catches, pulled out the perspex retaining sheet
and dropped it on the bath mat. Then she washed her
hands at the wash basin and her heels clicking she
sauntered out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out
to the waiting lift. Her car was waiting downstairs,
and as her chauffeur pulled away she felt a shiver of
raw power, like pure energy, surge through her body.
Yes, she was definitely on a winning streak. This was
going to be a week to remember.

David made the obvious and correct assumption that she
had finished with him, temporarily at least. He managed
to extricate himself from her toilet, and lay on the
floor with his head under her shower until his head
felt clean again. His restrainer allowed him just
enough movement to point her hairdryer in the direction
necessary to dry his hair. Raising a towel that high
was impossible. He wasn't exactly tidy, but he did feel
clean and dry, on the outside at least. Although the
psychological impact of her treatment had left him
feeling worthless and degraded. It was becoming clear
to him that he deserved to be treated as an inferior.

When he got downstairs he found a list of chores and a
dinner menu beside her discarded breakfast things. A
short note explained, 'Complete the list by the time I
return, help yourself to food. Prepare my dinner for
seven this evening. I have left you five cigarettes.'

Five cigarettes, that was nothing like the twenty a day
he had become used to, but it was better than the one
butt she had allowed him on Sunday. Desperate for a
smoke, he used the first of his five immediately.

One of his many chores included laundering her
discarded lingerie. As he collected the skimpy
articles, especially the elderberry coloured frilly
items, memories flooded back. He was forced to use the
bidet to suppress his lust once more.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

After her meeting and a busy day on the telephone, the
deal was sewn up to Karin's satisfaction. Regulations
may have been bent a little, but through several
'representatives' the 'raid' had gone according to
plan. She had sold short her competitors stock until it
started to tumble, a major risk. Then bought back much
more than she needed at less than it was worth. She and
the few friends she had orchestrated the plan with now
controlled a majority of the shares. The excess she
sold off, even turning a cash profit on the day.

She wouldn't show her hand of course, not until the
dust had settled on the days business at the stock
exchange. One wouldn't want to provoke an
investigation. No-one quite knew what had caused such a
major blip in their share value, but everyone was
comfortable that it had returned to it's original
price. When the time came, her nominee would surely be
made Managing Director, since she now held the
controlling votes. That was, after all said and done,
all that counted.

It was four in the afternoon when Karin dialled
Christine's number on her private line. She arranged to
call round straight away and collect her order.
Christine's love and life was creating new toys. The
toys she designed were by no means ordinary, nor for
children. Karin had been shown some very sophisticated
gadgetry on her previous visits. Karin was pleased to
accept an invitation to dine with Christine that
evening. She had ordered a rather novel gag, and while
she was there it might be fun to discuss some of her
fantasies and see what else Christine could create.

The dinner David was preparing at home for her could
always be mashed up and fed to him over the next couple
of days. It would be best not to try his first attempt
anyway.


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Re: C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 22:24:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: nuked potatoes


On 2 Apr 2009 nuked_potatoes previously wrote:

>promise a proper response to all -snip- working 14 hours plus a
>day right now -snip- I will be back to elaborate on my views.


Hello

i am back where do i begin? about there are no Dominant Women?
First i say Hello To Miss Saber She is perfect And Miss
Henrietta all the men must melt like me. And To David You of
Course are correct i ruffle feathers. There are no Dominant
Women because there cannot be without men and all Women know.

i think it's from my mom i learned it spank me cry and wail it
is what it is... men take care for Women and Women take care for
men

The True Dominant Woman thinks who is this shit?

I say you need help... if a man loves You he does not for Your
love for being his dom. He is in love because of this life just
like You...

as a subby guy i can say it is just love not kink i am
interested in, and i will say and live ok we try it Your way :-)
not all women are so clever and there is no dominant woman

maybe just one :-)

nuked potatoes


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Re: C: dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Wed, 20 May 2009 18:18:50 +0100


Hello,

I was tempted to not bother to include another rambling message
from "nuked", as he doesn't answer anybody or add anything new.
But as he's almost the only person bothering to post to DOMestic
at the moment, I'll include his post and answer it.

On 2 Apr 2009 nuked_potatoes previously wrote:

>promise a proper response to all -snip- to elaborate on my views.

In your latest I don't see a proper response from you to anyone,
let alone "all", and any elaboration you have included doesn't
add anything worthy of inclusion in a rational discussion.

nuked_potatoes wrote:

>i am back where do i begin?

Try the beginning. Nuked, I suggest you go to:-

dominant woman - only in a drunken stupor

and:-

Is kink really fair for most Women

and:-

Dominant Women definition

Follow all the links there. Read all the posts, answer all the
questions people have directly asked you.

A tip for you, while reading, whenever you see a "?" it means
it's a question which usually means your interlocutor expects a
response from you.

When you have compiled a sensible answer to every question folk
have asked you, paste them all into one message.

When you are prepared to take us seriously, then we'll take you
more seriously. Until then, your posts are a waste of time.

nuked_potatoes wrote:

>no Dominant Women because there cannot be without men

Logical conclusions you can make from your own statement are
therefore obvious:-

a. Men exist

so

b. There can be Dominant Women

But, beyond that, Duh! - If men didn't exist at all, Dominant
Women could still exist. Think about it nuked. No men around, so
who would the Dominant Women still be able to dominate?

I couldn't find anything else in your post worthy of comment.

sincerely,
Christine

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May 16, 2009

In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Twenty-four.


posted by: "Christine" at u4ds.com / MsChristine.com
posted on: Sat, 16 May 2009 21:10:26 +0100


Previous issues are at:-
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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2009 Christine and David Stevenson
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.shtml


Part Twenty-four


Despite his position, the sight gave David another
uncomfortable erection. She pushed her panties down to
her stocking tops, lifted the perspex toilet lid, and
regally took up her position on the 'throne'.

Once again David looked up at the centre of her
sexuality. That which she had brought him to revere.
There was no longer any question in his mind. He was
owned by her, his purpose now defined. To serve the
female sex. To serve Karin. Without a word, she
urinated a second long stream upon him.

Her complete silence made him feel more like her toilet
than a person. Even if he hadn't liked what she had said
the first time, at least speaking to him was acknowledging
him. Dropping tissue in on him, she flicked open the
locking catches, pulled out the perspex retaining sheet
and dropped it on the bath mat. Then she washed her
hands at the wash basin and her heels clicking she
sauntered out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out
to the waiting lift. Her car was waiting downstairs,
and as her chauffeur pulled away she felt a shiver of
raw power, like pure energy, surge through her body.
Yes, she was definitely on a winning streak. This was
going to be a week to remember.

David made the obvious and correct assumption that she
had finished with him, temporarily at least. He managed
to extricate himself from her toilet, and lay on the
floor with his head under her shower until his head
felt clean again. His restrainer allowed him just
enough movement to point her hairdryer in the direction
necessary to dry his hair. Raising a towel that high
was impossible. He wasn't exactly tidy, but he did feel
clean and dry, on the outside at least. Although the
psychological impact of her treatment had left him
feeling worthless and degraded. It was becoming clear
to him that he deserved to be treated as an inferior.

When he got downstairs he found a list of chores and a
dinner menu beside her discarded breakfast things. A
short note explained, 'Complete the list by the time I
return, help yourself to food. Prepare my dinner for
seven this evening. I have left you five cigarettes.'

Five cigarettes, that was nothing like the twenty a day
he had become used to, but it was better than the one
butt she had allowed him on Sunday. Desperate for a
smoke, he used the first of his five immediately.

One of his many chores included laundering her
discarded lingerie. As he collected the skimpy
articles, especially the elderberry coloured frilly
items, memories flooded back. He was forced to use the
bidet to suppress his lust once more.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

After her meeting and a busy day on the telephone, the
deal was sewn up to Karin's satisfaction. Regulations
may have been bent a little, but through several
'representatives' the 'raid' had gone according to
plan. She had sold short her competitors stock until it
started to tumble, a major risk. Then bought back much
more than she needed at less than it was worth. She and
the few friends she had orchestrated the plan with now
controlled a majority of the shares. The excess she
sold off, even turning a cash profit on the day.

She wouldn't show her hand of course, not until the
dust had settled on the days business at the stock
exchange. One wouldn't want to provoke an
investigation. No-one quite knew what had caused such a
major blip in their share value, but everyone was
comfortable that it had returned to it's original
price. When the time came, her nominee would surely be
made Managing Director, since she now held the
controlling votes. That was, after all said and done,
all that counted.

It was four in the afternoon when Karin dialled
Christine's number on her private line. She arranged to
call round straight away and collect her order.
Christine's love and life was creating new toys. The
toys she designed were by no means ordinary, nor for
children. Karin had been shown some very sophisticated
gadgetry on her previous visits. Karin was pleased to
accept an invitation to dine with Christine that
evening. She had ordered a rather novel gag, and while
she was there it might be fun to discuss some of her
fantasies and see what else Christine could create.

The dinner David was preparing at home for her could
always be mashed up and fed to him over the next couple
of days. It would be best not to try his first attempt
anyway.


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2009-05-09 ( 9 edited messages )

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# Re: C: topping from the bottom - what is it? x 2
# Re: P: dominant wife seeking couples with similar interests
# S: 19 - part one
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Re: C: Dominant Female having no luck
From: Madamplz
Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 14:31:35 EDT


Yvonne King wrote:

>"I am looking on web sites, private parties, meet and greets. I
>find males who are surprised/resentful that I have a job,
>house, and car or is a selfish bottom faking the desire to
>submit. I know some men won't be interested in me because I am
>overweight. Fine, I have lived with that for a while. I am
>wondering what is wrong."

Maybe nothing is wrong. Maybe you're just not able to accurately
see what you're looking at. You may simply be allowing men to
tell you who they are instead of assessing them based on what
you see. Additionally, some men simply haven't come out yet or
may be unaware that they are or could be submissive. He may not
even realize that we may and usually do define submission as
something that goes well beyond sexuality.

When a man tells me he's this or that, I don't pay much
attention to him. The definition of submissive is very
subjective. Most men are sincere when they say they are
submissive but what they mean is that they are into you
controlling them sexually. Their submission evaporates along
with their orgasm and they're left right where you are. They are
resentful and feeling misled and even used and wondering where
they went wrong.

Try this. Go visit a dog park and watch dogs play. Pay attention
to who is the top or Alpha dog in the pack and how the other
dogs engage with the alpha. Be aware that as new dogs come into
the park the dynamic will change and often, the top dog will
change, too. Additionally, you'll see several groups/packs co-
existing and be able to see that essentially the dynamic
continues to change while some dogs always submit to some
individuals, while others switch, etc. You'll see that some dogs
are aggressive and that the other dogs will submit a little
differently when they come into contact with a dog who is not
only alpha but aggressive. After you have a good handle on the
behavior patterns you're ready to apply what you know to human
interactions.

You will begin to develop an ability to see submissives,
dominants and switches everywhere you look. They might not
necessarily be submissive, switch or dominant to you personally
but you will begin to recognize that humans also have pack
behavior and that the pack hierarchy can change with the
introduction of new members. You'll begin to see that some
people act out of assertion, some out of aggression and some out
of defense.

When you look at people in this light it becomes clearer to you
who are your likely submissive candidates.

When I found my submissive who is now also my husband we went to
dinner. He had nominal interest in the scene but I used a simple
test to determine if he would be truly submissive. I knew he
would be fun in a dungeon situation, but I wanted to know if he
would be submissive to me for the long term, at home, when no
one else was around to watch or impress.

If you've ever gone out to dinner with a friend you will know
that at every table there are territorial boundary lines which
everyone recognizes but no one really talks about. There's an
imaginary line across the center of the table. Your companion
has his territory and you have yours. For every person at the
table the boundaries are divided again. There's a neutral zone
where condiments, candles and flower vases sit.

It's not unusual for a submissive man to sit down at a table and
try to control where the neutral zone is. He may rearrange the
neutral items into a zone which is more comfortable for him -
off to the side, for example. As a side note, and I think many
dominant women will agree, many submissive men have a tendency
to be extremely controlling by nature. It is the relinquishing
of that control in their desire to please which makes the best
submissive.

My submissive and I sat down at the table and immediately he
began rearranging the neutral zone. He knew that our dinner was
to get to know each other as people, not to discuss playing. Who
was he, what was his life about; those are the kinds of things I
wanted to know.

Casually, I picked up the salt shaker and moved it into his
territory - onto his side of the table. I could see by his
repeated visual reference to the salt shaker that this was very
disturbing for him. It was a dilemma. Clearly, in his mind I'd
upset the natural order of things. Now it wasn't really the
natural order of things. It was only his idea of what the
natural order of things should be.

He eventually feigned nonchalance, picked up the shaker and
moved it back into the neutral zone he'd established when we
first sat down. I repeated the exercise. To him I was messing up
the way the table should look. But what I was really doing was
challenging his perceived sense of what normal is and whether or
not he would tolerate it. When I repeated the exercise a third
time he left the shaker where I put it. That was my idea of him
passing my test. Internally, he agreed to go with my vision of
normal. It was difficult for him. I could see him fighting the
impulse to rearrange things, but ultimately he submitted and
stopped trying to control.

Now that's pretty simplistic but you should know I've told many
women how to do this simple test. It has never been wrong.

In the case of my husband he has always tried to control. He has
always thought his idea of how things should be is the best way
to do things. And when I have made the decision that my way is
the best way he has always recapitulated and accepted my vision
of how things should be.

Over the long term (my submissive and I have been together
almost 13 years) my submissive's comfort zone has been
continually challenged by me. His response pattern has not
changed much. He will unassumingly try to do things (control
things) in a way that feel most comfortable to him. The
difference is that now his perspective includes what is most
comfortable to me. If I require a higher level of comfort he
will relinquish his control to suit me in the same way he did at
our first dinner.

It's an extremely simple and reliable test if you simply observe
his responses and you accept what he does as an indication of
his most basic self.

When you go to a club or to a website that is geared towards
dominants and submissives you're already in an arena where
people have a particular persona they are putting on. They are
acting in accordance with a pre-set image of how they see
themselves. How they see themselves may not necessarily be how
they actually are. So if you're looking for someone who wears
great costumes or who wants to crawl around behind you when
they're feeling sexual, a dungeon or play party or a Dom/sub
brunch is a great place to go. You may not necessarily find
someone who is truly submissive in a way that will suit your
need.

Some of the most driven, most competitive, most actualized men
are also the most submissive. Their inability to submit often
comes from being unable to find a woman who has her own drive to
self actualize and wants to harness the submissive's drive and
competitive instincts in a way that will enhance both of their
lives. In my opinion, that's the kind of guy to look for if what
you want is dominance and submission integrated into a practical
lifestyle. You can still take him to the dungeon or the play
parties or the brunches, but there's an underlying reality there
that enhances the rest.

Good luck. Let me know how you do with the test and if you have
questions about how to interpret the results.

Madam


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Re: C: Dominant Female having no luck
Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2009 15:46:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: MaitresseX


Replying to Ms. Yvonne on finding a sub.

You mentioned in your post that you live in Texas. There is a
wonderful organization there ClubFEM that is headquartered in
either Dallas or Houston. It is strictly a FemDom group with
many wonderful contacts. Their website address is

clubfem.com

Or you can google ClubFEM. I wish you the best of luck!


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Re: C: topping from the bottom - what is it?
From: Madamplz
Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 12:41:01 EDT


micheleFFS wrote:

>it hurt so much I asked her to please hit me somewhere else.
>She refused. I tried to endure, but I was beyond my comfort
>zone. I finally said "I'm using my safeword for that spot, not
>the whole scene," -snip- Was I topping from the bottom

Using a safeword isn't topping from the bottom unless the sub is
attempting to control anything other than his/her own safety. If
you have let your top know that you have a safeword and your top
doesn't respect it I'd advise you to dump your top as quickly as
possible.

I'm making an assumption by your post that your top has
challenged you on this issue. If you give her the opportunity
she may very well decide to press her point in your next
session. If this is an inexperienced top who has not since given
you reason to believe she understands that ignoring your
safeword is a very bad idea, and an assurance that she will not
ignore you again, you should terminate your relationship. You
could be seriously injured physically or emotionally or both.

A domme or top who is paying attention to you will have a pretty
good idea when you're coming close to your edge. If they aren't
able to see what's going on with you and won't back off when you
safeword that puts you in a potentially dangerous situation.

If this is an experienced top I would not give her a second
chance to press the issue.

Madam


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Re: C: topping from the bottom - what is it?
Date: 2 May 2009 07:49:37 -0000
From: micheleFFS


Thanks to you all for your comments on my experience.

Eventually, this Superior and I divorced, with many issues
involved. We are still friends, but without sex or play.

michele


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Re: P: dominant wife seeking couples with similar interests
Date: 2 May 2009 05:19:49 -0000
From: Bob


i am a submissive husband to an increasingly dominant wife. She
desires devotion to Her and my chastity as lifestyle pursuits.
We've been together more than six years, are monogamous and love
each other very much. We live in Los Angeles.

bob


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S: 19 - part one
Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 15:25:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Humble Serf


Dear Ms. Christine,

I have been a long time reader of DOMestic and would like to
post the first instalment of an original fiction story I have
written (for which I have full copyright).

I hope you, David and your readers enjoy it. I'm also writing it
for a Mistress who briefly opened my eyes to a world of
possibilities so I'd like to include a short dedication to her
in front of each instalment as I write it. So if possible could
you publish the following on your site? It will be a real honour
to appear on DOMestic!

Yours,

Humble Serf


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


19 - part one

This story is dedicated to the real Victoria who proved a
formidable and eye-opening Mistress. Wherever You are now
Mistress, I hope You're reading this now, that it amuses You and
that one day soon our paths might cross again.


- - - - - - - - - -


Simon walked into the New York branch of international upmarket
department store House of Victoria. His was flying back to the
UK that evening and wanted to pay his usual visit and maybe
disguise its true purpose by picking up the nice jacket he had
spotted in the window earlier that day.

He scanned the cavernous lobby of the building and set off
slowly for the escalators to the menswear department. The
store's CCTV swivelled after him. As he picked his way casually
through the familiar rows of cosmetic counters. He couldn't help
noticing the heady mix of perfumes competing for the attention
of his nose. The delicate scents played across his sense of
smell like a symphony. A high note quickly replaced by a musky
low immediately followed by a strong mid-tone.

Simon slowed down to breathe in the intoxicating aroma, and even
more importantly, to feast his eyes on the incredibly attractive
salesgirls all around him. Each was carefully made-up to
perfection. He discreetly eyed up the women standing all around
him in their form hugging blouses and tight skirts. He could
feel his face flush and his pulse creep quickly up.

The sounds of the busy store faded away. All Simon heard were
the sounds of these gorgeous women's heels moving backwards and
forwards across the marbled flooring. He felt positively giddy.
Maybe a little uncomfortably so. He could feel light beads of
sweat forming on his forehead. The perfumes closed in on him.

Abruptly Simon found his path blocked by a tall imposing woman
with piercing eyes and a transfixing smile. She asked if he was
looking for something special. She wore an immaculately tailored
pin-stripe skirt suit which at once was business like and very
very sexy.

Simon mumbled something about "the escalator" as she took him
gently yet firmly by the elbow.

"You look a little flushed. Are you alright?" she said, guiding
him to a soft leather chair by the Aveda counter. "You'd better
sit down."

"What's wrong with him?" a salesgirl asked, concerned.

"He'll be alright. Victoria asked me to intercept him." She
replied.

"Oh. He's one of those?"

Simon was feeling a little queer. He realized he had been
inadvertently staring at the woman's chest as she stood over
him. Strangely, she seemed to have a glimmer of amusement in her
eyes. He immediately lifted his gaze to hers. She said nothing
merely looking down on him. For some reason she intimidated him.
He couldn't say why. He couldn't hold her stare and looked down
at her feet. She was wearing shining black patent heels. Jimmy
Choos if he wasn't mistaken. He was something of an expert on
women's shoes although he would never admit it.

"My name is Miss Logan and I've seen you here before, haven't
I?" she said.

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Simon loosened his tie
and nodded.

"May I have a drink of water?" he asked.

"Certainly" Miss Logan replied. "Follow me. There's someone who
wants to meet you." She took Simon's arm and helped him to his
feet. He leant on her to steady himself. He could feel her
strength. She must work out he thought as he let her lead him to
the lifts at the rear of the store.

Simon was blinking hard, trying to focus, but the perfume seemed
to be making it hard for him to breathe. He wondered if he had
some sort of allergy. But that didn't make sense. Didn't they
test for this sort of thing? He felt positively light headed. He
heard the ping of the lift arriving.

Miss Logan took out a key and inserted it into the lift's
control panel. She selected the nineteenth floor, accessible
only to senior staff and rumoured to be replicated in every one
of the forty plus stores world-wide. This was the floor Victoria
Markham occupied when visiting. No-one was taken to the
nineteenth floor without a very very good reason.

The doors clicked shut and Simon felt them begin to smoothly
rise. There was no music in this lift.

The heavy scent in the confined space of the lift was almost
overpowering. Simon was aware of Miss Logan standing very close
to him. He stared at the back of her head, inches away from her,
and slowly, behind her back, traced her figure from head to toe
as the lift rose up through the building.

"I don't appreciate being looked at like a piece of meat. If you
can't behave in a civilized fashion, keep your eyes to the
floor."

Simon gaped in surprise, and then noticed that she was watching
his reflection in the control panel. He flushed red with
embarrassment, his head pounding from the perfume, and
immediately lowered his gaze.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"You will be" she retorted loudly and clearly. There was a
confidence in her voice that alarmed Simon. All he wanted was a
drink of water and to get out of this place. He clutched the
hand rail as the lift gently came to a halt. And to top it all
he could feel himself stiffening in his trousers. He hoped it
wouldn't show. It normally didn't.

The doors slid quietly open and Miss Logan stepped out and
walked briskly down a long polished corridor. Antiques, wall-
hangings, gilt-framed portraits of austere women and mirrors
lined the walls. Several polished mahogany doors led off to
other rooms. There were no name plates or numbers to identify
what lay behind any of the doors. A small man dressed in a tight
fitting black uniform complete with brass buttons, numbered
epaulettes and peaked cap was watering a large plant. He stood
sharply to one side and lowered his gaze as Miss Logan marched
past him. He stole a questioning glance at Simon before
returning to his chores.

"Come along. Don't dawdle." Miss Logan called over her shoulder
as she strode down the long corridor.

Simon hurried after her.

He was so intent at not staring at Miss Logan's bottom swaying
teasingly from side to side in front of him, that he almost
collided with her when she came to an abrupt halt at the end of
the corridor.

She pressed a buzzer and waited. She smiled up at what must have
been a camera above the heavy double-door in front of them. The
door had no apparent handles. A moment later it swung open. Miss
Logan marched in and Simon followed with a growing sense of
anxiety. This seemed like an awful lot of trouble for a glass of
water. Perhaps they had some sort of sick bay here.

A huge office opened up before them. Glass walls on three sides
of the room gave a breathtaking view across the city. A bank of
computer screens hummed away on one side of the office
displaying stock market information as well as CCTV footage from
the store.

Simon gaped at the huge water tank under the floor, as a shoal
of colourful fish swam lazily by under his feet. If Miss Logan
wished to put him at his ease she was doing a pretty poor job.
Simon suspected this was the last thing anyone here wanted to do
for him.

Miss Logan moved across the floor to a vast ebony lacquered desk
at the far side of the room. Sitting at it was one of the most
striking women Simon had ever seen. Her long hair was scraped
back behind her head in a high tight bun. She wore a slim
fitting suit of some light flowing material - a dark jacket
fastened with a single silver clasp. Next to her, on the desk,
lay a pair of long black leather opera gloves. She got up and
walked around to shake Miss Logan's hand.

Simon's mouth fell open. The mystery woman exuded power and
confidence. Simon couldn't take his eyes off her. He took in her
firm breasts straining against the black silk top she was
wearing under her jacket. It accentuated her waspish waist and
drew Simon's eyes straight down her tight red pencil skirt.
Perfect calves seemed to flow into a pair of 5" Louboutin heels.

"Sandra, Lovely to see you again," she said.

"Thank you Victoria. And you," replied Miss Logan.

"And what have you brought me?"

"This is the boy we discussed."

Simon was a little confused. Did they just refer to a previous
discussion they'd had about him? And call him a boy? This day
was growing stranger by the moment.

"Could I have a glass of water please?" he croaked. His eyes
were locked onto Victoria's Louboutin's.

Victoria's eyes narrowed.

"Silence boy. And you should say May I. And no you may not."

She gestured to Miss Logan to sit on a sofa and returned to her
leather chair behind the imposing desk. Simon was left standing
awkwardly in front of the two women who both seemed to be
enjoying his evident discomfort.

"The new scent seems to be working, or at least, partially."

"Yes it does. Although he seems a little groggier than we would
like," said Miss Logan.

Victoria beckoned Simon to step closer to her desk. He shuffled
forward.

Simon began to mumble "I'm Simon. I-"

"I don't care who you say you are. You're a little pervert. And
to make amends, you're going to come and work hard for me. For
nothing," Victoria replied with a half-amused smile.

Simon couldn't believe what he'd just heard! But he was
incredibly aroused. He could feel himself rock hard against the
soft wool of his trousers. He didn't want to be hard. Under the
circumstances it made him feel vulnerable.

"Who the hell are you? How dare-"

Victoria raised her manicured hand. Her perfect red finger-nails
glistened in the morning light.

"Silence boy. Miss Logan, please show the poor thing what you
have."

Miss Logan produced a remote control. She pointed it at the bank
of screens. At once the stock stat disappeared and the separate
screens filled with different images of Simon. He inhaled
sharply.

It was CCTV footage from a number of House of Victoria stores
around the world, New York, Cairo, Toronto, Tokyo, Paris and
London. And they all showed the same thing. Simon wandering
around the cosmetic counters, sneaking glances at the
salesgirls.

Victoria laughed a cold laugh. Miss Logan allowed herself a grim
smile.

"This was shot over the last two years. You come into a House of
Victoria somewhere in the world, cruise around the cosmetics
counters and buy nothing. We have hours of this footage," Miss
Logan intoned.

"This is a gross invasion of privacy" spluttered Simon.

"Yes it is" agreed Victoria. "The privacy of our salesgirls.
Their right not to have a pervert come into our store and ogle
them."

The images played on and on. Simon eventually couldn't watch
himself anymore and stared down at his feet, ashamed. Victoria
nodded and Miss Logan turned off the monitors.

"What do you want?" he asked in a low nervous voice.

"I want you to continue just as you are," Victoria replied.

Simon looked up at her puzzled. "What do you mean? You want me
to... cruise... the make-up girls?"

Victoria frowned. "Not exactly. Your cock is hard."

Simon instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. Victoria
got up and strode quickly over to him. She slapped his face.

Simon was astonished. His hands shot up to his stinging cheek.

"Never cover your genitals in front of any woman in this store.
Ever. Drop your hands to your waist."

Shocked, Simon did as he was told.

"Responsive. He can obey," Miss Logan noted with a satisfied
tone.

"You must address all women as Miss followed by their surname.
Your one single exception is me, who you will address as
Mistress Victoria."

"Please, I don't understand" he stammered.

Victoria slapped him hard across the face from the left and then
even harder from the right.

"You will speak when spoken to and at no other time. I am not
interested in your opinions. You will ask permission of any
woman if you wish to speak. If she refuses it you must remain
silent. If you fail to obey we will have absolutely no
hesitation in posting these images up on the internet."

"But what do you-"

CRACK

Simon crumples to the floor in writhing agony. Miss Logan steps
over him. She smiles down having just delivered a perfect hard
kick from behind Simon to his balls.

"You heard Mistress Victoria, Simon, you must ask permission to
speak," Miss Logan smiles sweetly before placing her foot on
Simon's crotch and gently increasing her weight on it.

"Yes, Miss Logan. Sorry Mistress Victoria."

Victoria smiles. "That's better."

"Permission to speak Mistress Victoria."

Victoria nods.

"What do you want me to do here?"

Victoria smiles and a chill passes through Simon. He knows right
then that he won't be boarding that flight back home tonight.
Life has just taken a dark turn. He starts to tremble.


To be continued...


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S: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Twenty-three
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 22:47:59 +0100


Previous issues are at:-
http://u4ds.com/stories/meeting_and_seduction/


In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2009 Christine and David Stevenson



Part Twenty-three


Laying on his back, David saw Karin lower her panties
and sit on the seat above him. This was a most unusual
perspective from which to look at a woman. So
impersonal. He was able to look upon her sex above him,
which was in itself exciting. Yet he had the knowledge
that the genitalia he was focused upon were about to
deliver such profound humiliation.

"Get a good look wanker," she ordered, "makes you want
to sniff my knickers and toss off I'll bet!"

David lay obediently silent. But he had to acknowledge
that it was an arousing sight, something that made him
feel ashamed of himself, given what she intended.

She ordered, "You may now beg my forgiveness."

As soon as David started to utter his first plea a
seemingly unending stream of urine spattered and
splashed over his face. He attempted to burble his
entreaties, and beg her mercy. Karin laughed, as this
only resulted in further humiliation, by causing him to
choke on the bitter tasting fluid he could not avoid
swallowing. She wiped herself with tissue, and dropped
it on his face. Closing the lid she warned, "I hope my
breakfast is satisfactory, or there will be trouble."

Through the perspex sides he was aware of her adjusting
her stockings as she stood over him before moving to
the wash basin. Then she swished from the room. It was
only seven in the morning, and Karin had degraded and
humiliated David beyond anything he could have thought
possible. He was securely strapped up, restrained and
locked into place as her toilet. She had called him a
toilet pervert, and had pissed on his face. Then she
just walked out as if this was the most normal thing in
the world to do to a person. He was left to suffer the
degradation of feeling that to her, he was nothing more
that a receptacle for her urine.

Could he possibly sink any lower? He pondered this
question as he lay with the back of his head immersed
in the still warm fluid. With the lid down the smell
was intensified. His senses were surrounded by her
waste. The taste in his throat, the wetness on his
face, his hair soaked, the smell in his nostrils. His
existence had been reduced to that of a toilet. Yet
somehow this made her seem more like a queen, she was
so superior to him in every way.

Karin took a leisurely breakfast, totally satisfied
with her weekend. She was overjoyed with the way her
week was beginning too. Pissing on a man was something
she had long wanted to do. She was glad now that she
had ordered the perspex toilet from that company in
Australia. Karin was feeling ready for anything,
nothing could stop her now she mused as she made her
way back upstairs. The take over bid she was working on
this week would go well. The confidence she now felt,
would virtually guarantee it.

David watched through the see through sides and top of
his enclosure, as Karin clicked on her stiletto heels
in and out of the bathroom in various states of dress.
As she applied her make up and completed her toilette,
she totally ignored him. As a person he had ceased to
exist. When he saw her leave the bathroom fully
dressed, he wondered if she was planning to leave him
there all day. By ten that morning, Karin had closed
several deals on the telephone, and was ready to leave
for her meeting.

She couldn't resist another session in the bathroom.
The 'high' it gave her was exalting, a power trip for
sure. She strode into her bathroom, her heels clicking
purposefully on the tiled floor. Standing astride his
chest, she pulled up the skirt of her business suit,
slowly and deliberately exposing to David the erotic
sight of her black lingerie and seamed stockings.

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Re: U: Real Life Femdom
Date: 4 May 2009 18:40:23 -0000
From: Darren


Jay wrote:

>please check out my new blog: "Real Life Femdom"


When opening this blog it states that the blog has been removed.
A shame as I do enjoy reading real life blogs of how couples
make it work for them etc!

Take care all
Darren


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Re: U: Real Life Femdom
Date: Mon, 04 May 2009 21:47:33 +0100
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com


Hello,

Darren wrote:

>the blog has been removed.

I followed the links on the removed page. Unless Jay writes to
suggest otherwise, my guess is that his blog violated the
"Blogger Content Policy" .

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

The Fem Dom Training Program.
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May 6, 2009

19 - part one


Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 15:25:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Humble Serf


Dear Ms. Christine,

I have been a long time reader of DOMestic and would like to
post the first instalment of an original fiction story I have
written (for which I have full copyright).

I hope you, David and your readers enjoy it. I'm also writing it
for a Mistress who briefly opened my eyes to a world of
possibilities so I'd like to include a short dedication to her
in front of each instalment as I write it. So if possible could
you publish the following on your site? It will be a real honour
to appear on DOMestic!

Yours,

Humble Serf

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

19 - part one

This story is dedicated to the real Victoria who proved a
formidable and eye-opening Mistress. Wherever You are now
Mistress, I hope You're reading this now, that it amuses You and
that one day soon our paths might cross again.

- - - - - - - - - -

Simon walked into the New York branch of international upmarket
department store House of Victoria. His was flying back to the
UK that evening and wanted to pay his usual visit and maybe
disguise its true purpose by picking up the nice jacket he had
spotted in the window earlier that day.

He scanned the cavernous lobby of the building and set off
slowly for the escalators to the menswear department. The
store's CCTV swivelled after him. As he picked his way casually
through the familiar rows of cosmetic counters. He couldn't help
noticing the heady mix of perfumes competing for the attention
of his nose. The delicate scents played across his sense of
smell like a symphony. A high note quickly replaced by a musky
low immediately followed by a strong mid-tone.

Simon slowed down to breathe in the intoxicating aroma, and even
more importantly, to feast his eyes on the incredibly attractive
salesgirls all around him. Each was carefully made-up to
perfection. He discreetly eyed up the women standing all around
him in their form hugging blouses and tight skirts. He could
feel his face flush and his pulse creep quickly up.

The sounds of the busy store faded away. All Simon heard were
the sounds of these gorgeous women's heels moving backwards and
forwards across the marbled flooring. He felt positively giddy.
Maybe a little uncomfortably so. He could feel light beads of
sweat forming on his forehead. The perfumes closed in on him.

Abruptly Simon found his path blocked by a tall imposing woman
with piercing eyes and a transfixing smile. She asked if he was
looking for something special. She wore an immaculately tailored
pin-stripe skirt suit which at once was business like and very
very sexy.

Simon mumbled something about "the escalator" as she took him
gently yet firmly by the elbow.

"You look a little flushed. Are you alright?" she said, guiding
him to a soft leather chair by the Aveda counter. "You'd better
sit down."

"What's wrong with him?" a salesgirl asked, concerned.

"He'll be alright. Victoria asked me to intercept him." She
replied.

"Oh. He's one of those?"

Simon was feeling a little queer. He realized he had been
inadvertently staring at the woman's chest as she stood over
him. Strangely, she seemed to have a glimmer of amusement in her
eyes. He immediately lifted his gaze to hers. She said nothing
merely looking down on him. For some reason she intimidated him.
He couldn't say why. He couldn't hold her stare and looked down
at her feet. She was wearing shining black patent heels. Jimmy
Choos if he wasn't mistaken. He was something of an expert on
women's shoes although he would never admit it.

"My name is Miss Logan and I've seen you here before, haven't
I?" she said.

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Simon loosened his tie
and nodded.

"May I have a drink of water?" he asked.

"Certainly" Miss Logan replied. "Follow me. There's someone who
wants to meet you." She took Simon's arm and helped him to his
feet. He leant on her to steady himself. He could feel her
strength. She must work out he thought as he let her lead him to
the lifts at the rear of the store.

Simon was blinking hard, trying to focus, but the perfume seemed
to be making it hard for him to breathe. He wondered if he had
some sort of allergy. But that didn't make sense. Didn't they
test for this sort of thing? He felt positively light headed. He
heard the ping of the lift arriving.

Miss Logan took out a key and inserted it into the lift's
control panel. She selected the nineteenth floor, accessible
only to senior staff and rumoured to be replicated in every one
of the forty plus stores world-wide. This was the floor Victoria
Markham occupied when visiting. No-one was taken to the
nineteenth floor without a very very good reason.

The doors clicked shut and Simon felt them begin to smoothly
rise. There was no music in this lift.

The heavy scent in the confined space of the lift was almost
overpowering. Simon was aware of Miss Logan standing very close
to him. He stared at the back of her head, inches away from her,
and slowly, behind her back, traced her figure from head to toe
as the lift rose up through the building.

"I don't appreciate being looked at like a piece of meat. If you
can't behave in a civilized fashion, keep your eyes to the
floor."

Simon gaped in surprise, and then noticed that she was watching
his reflection in the control panel. He flushed red with
embarrassment, his head pounding from the perfume, and
immediately lowered his gaze.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"You will be" she retorted loudly and clearly. There was a
confidence in her voice that alarmed Simon. All he wanted was a
drink of water and to get out of this place. He clutched the
hand rail as the lift gently came to a halt. And to top it all
he could feel himself stiffening in his trousers. He hoped it
wouldn't show. It normally didn't.

The doors slid quietly open and Miss Logan stepped out and
walked briskly down a long polished corridor. Antiques, wall-
hangings, gilt-framed portraits of austere women and mirrors
lined the walls. Several polished mahogany doors led off to
other rooms. There were no name plates or numbers to identify
what lay behind any of the doors. A small man dressed in a tight
fitting black uniform complete with brass buttons, numbered
epaulettes and peaked cap was watering a large plant. He stood
sharply to one side and lowered his gaze as Miss Logan marched
past him. He stole a questioning glance at Simon before
returning to his chores.

"Come along. Don't dawdle." Miss Logan called over her shoulder
as she strode down the long corridor.

Simon hurried after her.

He was so intent at not staring at Miss Logan's bottom swaying
teasingly from side to side in front of him, that he almost
collided with her when she came to an abrupt halt at the end of
the corridor.

She pressed a buzzer and waited. She smiled up at what must have
been a camera above the heavy double-door in front of them. The
door had no apparent handles. A moment later it swung open. Miss
Logan marched in and Simon followed with a growing sense of
anxiety. This seemed like an awful lot of trouble for a glass of
water. Perhaps they had some sort of sick bay here.

A huge office opened up before them. Glass walls on three sides
of the room gave a breathtaking view across the city. A bank of
computer screens hummed away on one side of the office
displaying stock market information as well as CCTV footage from
the store.

Simon gaped at the huge water tank under the floor, as a shoal
of colourful fish swam lazily by under his feet. If Miss Logan
wished to put him at his ease she was doing a pretty poor job.
Simon suspected this was the last thing anyone here wanted to do
for him.

Miss Logan moved across the floor to a vast ebony lacquered desk
at the far side of the room. Sitting at it was one of the most
striking women Simon had ever seen. Her long hair was scraped
back behind her head in a high tight bun. She wore a slim
fitting suit of some light flowing material - a dark jacket
fastened with a single silver clasp. Next to her, on the desk,
lay a pair of long black leather opera gloves. She got up and
walked around to shake Miss Logan's hand.

Simon's mouth fell open. The mystery woman exuded power and
confidence. Simon couldn't take his eyes off her. He took in her
firm breasts straining against the black silk top she was
wearing under her jacket. It accentuated her waspish waist and
drew Simon's eyes straight down her tight red pencil skirt.
Perfect calves seemed to flow into a pair of 5" Louboutin heels.

"Sandra, Lovely to see you again," she said.

"Thank you Victoria. And you," replied Miss Logan.

"And what have you brought me?"

"This is the boy we discussed."

Simon was a little confused. Did they just refer to a previous
discussion they'd had about him? And call him a boy? This day
was growing stranger by the moment.

"Could I have a glass of water please?" he croaked. His eyes
were locked onto Victoria's Louboutin's.

Victoria's eyes narrowed.

"Silence boy. And you should say May I. And no you may not."

She gestured to Miss Logan to sit on a sofa and returned to her
leather chair behind the imposing desk. Simon was left standing
awkwardly in front of the two women who both seemed to be
enjoying his evident discomfort.

"The new scent seems to be working, or at least, partially."

"Yes it does. Although he seems a little groggier than we would
like," said Miss Logan.

Victoria beckoned Simon to step closer to her desk. He shuffled
forward.

Simon began to mumble "I'm Simon. I-"

"I don't care who you say you are. You're a little pervert. And
to make amends, you're going to come and work hard for me. For
nothing," Victoria replied with a half-amused smile.

Simon couldn't believe what he'd just heard! But he was
incredibly aroused. He could feel himself rock hard against the
soft wool of his trousers. He didn't want to be hard. Under the
circumstances it made him feel vulnerable.

"Who the hell are you? How dare-"

Victoria raised her manicured hand. Her perfect red finger-nails
glistened in the morning light.

"Silence boy. Miss Logan, please show the poor thing what you
have."

Miss Logan produced a remote control. She pointed it at the bank
of screens. At once the stock stat disappeared and the separate
screens filled with different images of Simon. He inhaled
sharply.

It was CCTV footage from a number of House of Victoria stores
around the world, New York, Cairo, Toronto, Tokyo, Paris and
London. And they all showed the same thing. Simon wandering
around the cosmetic counters, sneaking glances at the
salesgirls.

Victoria laughed a cold laugh. Miss Logan allowed herself a grim
smile.

"This was shot over the last two years. You come into a House of
Victoria somewhere in the world, cruise around the cosmetics
counters and buy nothing. We have hours of this footage," Miss
Logan intoned.

"This is a gross invasion of privacy" spluttered Simon.

"Yes it is" agreed Victoria. "The privacy of our salesgirls.
Their right not to have a pervert come into our store and ogle
them."

The images played on and on. Simon eventually couldn't watch
himself anymore and stared down at his feet, ashamed. Victoria
nodded and Miss Logan turned off the monitors.

"What do you want?" he asked in a low nervous voice.

"I want you to continue just as you are," Victoria replied.

Simon looked up at her puzzled. "What do you mean? You want me
to... cruise... the make-up girls?"

Victoria frowned. "Not exactly. Your cock is hard."

Simon instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. Victoria
got up and strode quickly over to him. She slapped his face.

Simon was astonished. His hands shot up to his stinging cheek.

"Never cover your genitals in front of any woman in this store.
Ever. Drop your hands to your waist."

Shocked, Simon did as he was told.

"Responsive. He can obey," Miss Logan noted with a satisfied
tone.

"You must address all women as Miss followed by their surname.
Your one single exception is me, who you will address as
Mistress Victoria."

"Please, I don't understand" he stammered.

Victoria slapped him hard across the face from the left and then
even harder from the right.

"You will speak when spoken to and at no other time. I am not
interested in your opinions. You will ask permission of any
woman if you wish to speak. If she refuses it you must remain
silent. If you fail to obey we will have absolutely no
hesitation in posting these images up on the internet."

"But what do you-"

CRACK

Simon crumples to the floor in writhing agony. Miss Logan steps
over him. She smiles down having just delivered a perfect hard
kick from behind Simon to his balls.

"You heard Mistress Victoria, Simon, you must ask permission to
speak," Miss Logan smiles sweetly before placing her foot on
Simon's crotch and gently increasing her weight on it.

"Yes, Miss Logan. Sorry Mistress Victoria."

Victoria smiles. "That's better."

"Permission to speak Mistress Victoria."

Victoria nods.

"What do you want me to do here?"

Victoria smiles and a chill passes through Simon. He knows right
then that he won't be boarding that flight back home tonight.
Life has just taken a dark turn. He starts to tremble.


To be continued...

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