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C: dog service for husband?
From: charanjeet matharu
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 07:05:24 -0300

I once read something when you made your slave a dog and enjoyed
the moments spent with it. I hope you will be kind enough to
repeat the same or send me the details. Another way to start
might be to send your husband to a friend?

thanks

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Re: C: Birdlocked male chastity belt in silicone
Date: 12 Oct 2009 22:00:20 -0000
From: chastmale

I started in a CB-6000 and am trying the Birdlocked right now.
My loving KH locked me in last night. I have to say that I am
unable to pull out at all. It is extremely secure for me.

The one disappointment so far is that it is almost too
comfortable. I know it is there, but it allows for quite a bit
of movement. The CB-6000 I wore last week kept me quite secure
and the extra weight was a constant reminder of its presence.

As of now, I enjoy both for different reasons and will use them
each at various times. My KH, the love of my life, will decide
which one I wear and when.

http://thechasteman.blogspot.com

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Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think It Is?
From: Paradiddle
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 13:42:39 +0100

Pietro Bianchi wrote:

>There is no research, to the best of my knowledge (I am a
>urologist) that has seen any benefit to the prostate with
>milking or massage

I was particularly interested in reading Pietro Bianchi's
comments especially because he states he is a urologist.

I am 77 years old now and have been a member of this group since
it started. I lead an active sex life, I am a submissive bondage
enthusiast. I have spent time in chastity belts and own
several.. I'm a Jazz drummer and I ride a motor cycle and sail
boats. I attend fetish parties, build dungeons for pro
Mistresses and I cross dress.

So very active and everything works.

Not so when I was 26. I was brought up by a rather Victorian
mother and I was persuaded that I should not have sex until I
married.

I married at 26 and had intercourse for the first time. My Wife
turned out to be less interested in sex and although we produced
a child, sex became a very rare occurrence. She thought it to be
an overrated pastime. (Her words).

At around the age of 30 I had problems with my water works. Pain
passing urine etc. My Doctor examined me and referred me to the
hospital to a specialist. I was told that I had a hardened
prostate gland and that this was unusual in some one so young. I
was asked if I masturbated and I admitted that I had never ever
done this. I was told that my condition was usually due to not
using my prostate and not having sex. I admitted to very little
sex.

I was then sent 3 times a week to the hospital to have my
prostate massaged. I was given a kidney dish to hold in front of
my penis and a male nurse would put on rubber gloves and insert
his finger up my anus and massage the prostate.

This treatment went on for a few weeks and eventually semen was
extracted and I was pronounced cured.

My doctor told me to regularly masturbate if I was not getting
sex and I followed his instructions.

The marriage came to an end and I met and married a lady who
loved sex and who became my Mistress. We had a child and
practised BDSM in a fun way. She died 2 years ago from Cancer
after being diagnosed 2 weeks before.

We were together for 44 years. I am still active on the BDSM
scene and my prostate is in good health.

So Pietro what can you say about this? Prostate massage
certainly got my juices flowing.

Paradiddle

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Re: C: pleasure punishing or from dominating her man?
Date: 7 Oct 2009 23:52:09 -0000
From: Joe

I just want to thank those of you who answered my question; but,
I just wonder if the feelings of those who answered are shared
by the many Dommes who did not comment.

Any additional comments will be very much appreciated.

Joe

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C: strap ons and males left hanging
From: Madamplz
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 11:20:49 EDT

In "Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I
Think It Is?"

slaveboy wrote:

>been meaning to ask you a question about a former posting
>concerning strap ons, where you ended it with a question like
>"Why would I want to be inert?" if I recall correctly. I would
>love if you would elaborate on that if you can. It kind of
>left me "hanging" as to what you meant. Thanks

slaveboy, I have been writing on this list very nearly since
this its inception. I write for clarity, for discussion, and
expression. Often I write here to encourage women to try taking
their pleasure in a way that causes their relationship to evolve
pervasively. Most of all, I write to feed my own narcissism. I
love being aware that out there in cyber space there are
thousands of little men for whose erections I may claim
responsibility.

I'm happy to expound on my thoughts for you when I am able to
remember them. Since much (most) of what I write is convoluted I
may forget not only what I said, but why. If you are able to
find the quote in the context in which I posted, by all means,
repost it for me and I'll give it my fullest attention.

Thank you for asking. I love nothing better than discussing my
use of a strap on unless its the possible exception of knowing
I've left a portion of the male readership of Domestic
"hanging".

'Tis good to be the Queen.

Madam

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Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
From: Madamplz
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 11:20:49 EDT

starfox27588 wrote:

>looking to become a full time online, text, or phone slave.
>-snip- Make me beat my cock until I cry. My cock is only 3
>inches when hard. Make me into an animal, a pig, a sissy,
>whatever you wish. I am a toy for your fun

Silly wanker.

I once nailed the penis of a priest to a cross of his choosing.
In that context, how interesting do you think you are to a list
of real time dominants?

Madam

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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2009 19:55:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Glenn Bonne

shywon wrote:

>don't say "Anything goes"

i would love to spend the rest of my life at a woman's feet.
This is where i belong. Can anyone help me?

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Re: X: Fictionmania
Date: 6 Oct 2009 07:54:38 -0000
From: vanvollenhoven

MissE wrote:

>Fictionmania is back

hi,

Many thanks for the info on fictionmania. It is great for ab/dl
stories

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S: The Prisoner - Chapter 78
From: Boz 4444
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2009 19:23:28 +0000

Dear Ms Christine,

After some months, I have now attached another chapter in the
story "The Prisoner."

Kind regards,
Boz

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The Prisoner, by Will Cane
Chapter 78

Members can read the 77 previous episodes at:-
http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/sc.htm#willcane

Stewart was down to breakfast early the next morning. Two of his
female prisoners were on serving duty and rushed to prepare his
breakfast to his requirements. A rueful Miss Jones sat opposite
and he noted that she frequently squirmed on the hard dining
chair as she tried to retain her composure.

Outside it looked a bitterly cold day with a fine drizzle. In
the distance he could see the rest of his squad on a work detail
removing weeds from the long gravel drive. He was surprised to
see that they were lightly dressed in their thin T shirts, short
skirts and work boots. No doubt Mr Turman had ordered their
lightweight clothes so that they would feel the full effects of
the morning chill.

As he nibbled his freshly made toast Stewart saw, through the
double glazing panes of the Manor that Mr Turman, warmly dressed
in his uniform great-coat, hat and gloves had lined the ten
females up for some perceived error on someone's part.

With some difficulty Mr Turman undid his heavy coat and
unclipped his strap. The squad, clearly shivering from the damp
and biting wind, held out their right hands. He slowly moved
down the line laying a powerful stroke of the strap across the
freezing and wet palms.

It was too far away to hear any sound or see the expression of
pain on their faces but from the wavering of the hands after the
strap had landed, it had hurt like hell. When he had struck the
last hand Mr Turman went down the line again laying a second
stroke on the same, now throbbing, palm before stowing the
strap, fastening his coat and ordering them back on their knees
for more weeding.

Stewart made a mental note to congratulate the young officer on
his choice of target and the fact he laid on two strokes to the
same hand. No doubt their buttocks would be similarly chilled
but nothing could beat a well laid on strap across freezing cold
hands even though, to any onlookers, it would appear a very
minor punishment.

In truth, any male onlooker would have been more absorbed by the
way that the females panties, had, with the constant bending and
squatting, worked their way into a wedge in their anal clefts.
This could, if Turman so chose, be classified as a uniform
discrepancy but perhaps he felt that they were already under
sufficient discomfort.

Excusing herself, Miss Jones left the table leaving Stewart to
his thoughts.

He smiled to himself as he recalled what had happened to her
just a few hours ago.

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Stewart had started by ordering her to lower her stockings and
mount the knee board once more. Naturally, her knees had already
been sensitised but he kept her there for the same time as
before to make her realise that they were starting afresh. It
took a fair amount of her self control to hold out, especially
as Stewart was even more insistent on her maintaining a straight
backed position to maximise the weight on her already bruised
knees.

He then told her to replace the stockings into the suspender
clips and take up the 'present' position.

Standing to one side he slowly looked her up and down. She was
certainly far from pretty and carrying a goodly amount of puppy
fat around her hips and breasts. He knew that she would be self
conscious about this and planned to exploit this as the evening
progressed. Moving round to her front he gently rubbed the palm
of his hands over the breasts feeling a degree of firmness that
impressed him. Despite the thickness of the shirt and her
underwear the nipples rapidly became turgid and he could feel
them flexing against the breasts. Already a blush of
embarrassment was spreading up her face from her neck.

"I intend to treat you as I would any prisoner who was up before
me for a uniform inspection, body search or whatever. I will
make this evening as humiliating as possible and you may rest
assured that the slightest infringement of any rule or
instruction will be dealt with in the same way that a prisoner
would be punished, and that means by inflicting corporal
punishment to the degree that you will find rather painful. Do I
make myself clear girl?"

Jones muttered her agreement.

"Remove your tie and blouse the resume the present position,"
ordered Stewart.

Her brassiere was one of the type denied to the larger breasted
prisoners, it was one that offered maximum support which she
clearly needed to contain the large assets. Back at the
'present' she displayed some considerable embarrassment because
much of the upper breasts were exposed and the nipples showed
prominently in both shape and light pink colour through the
white material. Her waist bulged a little over the skirt waist
band.

"Before continuing with your examination I am going to show you
just how much a harsh application of the cane can hurt. If I
waited until your buttocks had been hand slapped or even
strapped the effect of laying a cane across cold unmarked flesh
would have been reduced and therefore less effective. I will be
giving you ten strokes, five with the buttocks tight and five
with them relaxed, again so that you can appreciate the
difference as do the prisoners. We don't have the facilities to
secure you so you will just have to accept the punishment
without that benefit. Should you attempt to stop the application
by either standing up or putting your hands in the way... it
will be increased... considerably... if necessary, in the
punishment barn. Do you understand?"

Jones was really looking frightened as she nodded her
acceptance. He ordered her to the centre of the room, told her
to place her feet well apart and bend over from the waist. He
moved behind her and pulled the uniform skirt up over her back
exposing the tightly spread target. He pulled the panties high
into the cleft and walked over to the table on which he had
placed the equipment to select a medium sized flexible cane with
a rubber handle grip. He swished it experimentally through the
air a few times, stood to her left and corrected her position to
his satisfaction so that she was fully "tight" even down her
thigh backs.

He tapped the left cheek with the cane tip to align his aim
correctly, raised the rattan over his shoulder, and brought it
whistling down to strike both cheeks evenly.

It was, by any standards, a harsh stroke. That was what had been
promised and he had no intention of going easy on this girl any
more than he would one of the female prisoners. Jones jumped and
squealed with both the surprising force of the stroke and the
rapid searing pain that followed it. The next was deliberately
laid across the junction of thigh and buttock that was scarcely
discernable on account of her tightly bent position.

Her muffled cry indicated how much it had hurt her, but she
stayed in position even as the three stokes to the meatier
buttocks whistled home. She was then told to stand back at the
'present'.

"The next five will be across the relaxed buttocks Jones, so we
will have you standing at the 'present'. My advice is not to
clench and remain in position so that your skirt does not fall
down and impede my efforts."

It was always difficult laying on full power strokes with the
victim standing but following three that sank well into the semi-
relaxed buttocks Stewart then laid two firm strokes into the
crease at the top of the plump thighs. Jones managed to remain
in position but tears ran down each cheek as she was told to
adjust her panties lower her skirt and sit on a stool opposite
Stewart's armchair.

She was still absorbing the pain of the strokes and not thinking
as clearly as she should. She saw Stewart looking down at her
and suddenly realised her mistake and spread her knees the
regulation forty five degrees that required her to ease the
uniform skirt back up her thighs. She then placed her hands
behind her back.

In almost a whisper Stewart told her that he would decide what a
suitable punishment would be for that basic error in due time.
Right now he required the answer to some questions.

He looked the young wardress up and down taking in the tight
brassiere and spread thighs revealing her white panty crotch.
When he looked her in the eyes she was blushing furiously. That
flush didn't leave her face as he asked questions that he knew,
from previous sessions with female prisoners, would cause her
maximum embarrassment. Firstly ones about her sexual life, when
she last had intercourse, (a week), whether she had any
experience with other females (several experiments when she was
in school), when she had last bathed and how often she
masturbated. The previous questions were bad enough but this
resulted in a look of horror and silence.

Stewart told her that he needed an answer and was perfectly
prepared to thrash one out of her. Hesitatingly, and with her
face turning an even deeper shade of red she muttered that she
did this most nights when she went to bed. He picked up the
nearby cane and leaning forward stroked the tip up and down the
crease that defined the girl's vulva under the white material.

"I may well require a demonstration of that later tonight Jones,
but first I need to deal with that error with your knees. I
think that a strap applied to your inner thighs should act as a
reminder every time you sit down in my presence. Stand up, pull
your skirt well up to your waist, put your left foot on the top
of the stool at ninety degrees to your other leg. Then undo the
suspender straps and roll your stockings down to your knees."

Jones was beginning to show signs of not only pain but also some
real fear of what was to happen next. She stood as directed with
her left plump inner thigh parallel to the floor and exposed to
whatever Stewart decided. He chose a short thick strap, stood to
her front, and applied three hard strokes at the mid point on
the thigh, one on top of the other. They left a two inch wide
red patch that was almost visibly throbbing. He repeated the
exercise on her other thigh, told her to remove her stockings,
suspender belt and shoes and resume the 'present'.

Despite her rigid position her face showed marked signs of the
pain that her soft and tender thighs were transmitting.

He now thought that the time had come to inflict a little
humiliation on her and told her to remove her skirt and resume
the position.

The young girl now stood in just her heavy bra and regulation
panties with her face screwed up as she continued to absorb the
pain.

"I see that you wear a heavy support brassiere unlike the female
prisoners with large breasts. It must feel very supportive when
you are watching my girls exercise in just their lightweight
regulation versions. How do you think your breasts will feel if
we exercise them a little?"

Without waiting for an answer, Stewart ordered her to remove the
bra and resume the 'present'. Blushing furiously, Jones reached
behind her and struggled to unclip the broad strap, she then
leant forward so that the item slipped off her breasts, placed
it into Stewart's outstretched hand and snapped back into the
position.

At first he ignored the female and concentrated on a thorough
examination of the garment. It was damp under the arm pits and
when he glanced at her, noticed how a thin film of sweat had
formed over her upper body. It was of a sturdy construction and
the label was marked 42EE which did not surprise him.

To his delight he found a smudge of dirt on the rear strap where
she had obviously slipped the garment on with some dirt on a
finger. He casually threw it to one side commenting on the mark
letting the implications pass over the girl's face.

Following the requirements of the "present" position her elbows
were well back lifting the large breasts so that all but the
lower surface was held well from the chest. Her aureolas were
swollen and light pink with thick stubby nipples that usually
indicated above average sensitivity. He would soon find out.

He grasped the enlarged auerola between his thumbs and
forefingers ensuring that the nipples were included in the grip.
He increased pressure until Jones began to shake slightly, then
lifted the breasts up so that their undersides were clear of her
chest. Her face was now displaying the pain and discomfort she
was feeling so he increased his grip until he could sense her
knees beginning to flex.

"Your bra was somewhat soiled and for that you would be awarded
a Breast Related Demerit. Do you know what happens when a
prisoner has been stupid enough to collect three such BRD's?"

Gritting her teeth she nodded.

"Then tell me!"

"Please, Sir, they receive a b-breast caning across them."

"They do indeed Jones, and right now I have it in mind to apply
for permission to do just that. On the other hand, I could
dispose of the charge with a simple breast spanking... if you
agree?"

Realising that Stewart was deadly serious, she nodded a hurried
agreement. With a final extra squeeze, he dropped the breasts
and stood back.

"I think that a dozen slaps across each breast will be adequate.
You will of course remain in position and not attempt to impede
my hand in any way."

Stewart ordered her to lean slightly forward from the waist, but
to keep her elbows well back. Her breasts hung slightly away
from the chest and were well presented to him. Drawing his right
hand back he gave her right breast a hard back handed slap on
its outer side feeling it compress and sway inwards. He then
gave the same swinging globe a slap on the inner surface. Next
he dealt with her left breast in the same manner then gave each
a hard downwards slap on the upper surface. He gradually worked
his way over the damp swinging breasts until the last two slaps
to each one. He flicked his hand even faster and ensured that
the back of his finger tips impacted on the nipple area. After
the second one on her right breast Jones's hand flew
protectively to cover the tender area.

As a staff member she should have known better.

"Well Jones, you have really blown it now. As you well know that
is classed as 'Refusal to accept punishment'. It means that the
whole punishment is now void, even though it was the last slap
out of 24. Not only will the original BRD still stand but you
have now collected another one. I will have to think very
carefully about this, but almost certainly I will have to report
you to Mrs Cheeseman for her to decide how it should be dealt
with. Back to the present girl!"

As she braced Stewart could see that her eyes were reddened,
whether this was from the breast slapping or the thought of what
might be to come was anyone's guess, but he knew that he now had
her trapped and she was realising just how hopeless a prisoner
would feel in the same situation.

He looked down at her white panties and spread thighs. It was
time to remove her last vestige of pride.

"Remove your panties, hand them to me and resume the present
girl," he ordered in a whisper. Blushing to the roots of her
hair she slipped off the wardress knickers and handed them to
him.

He carefully and pointedly examined them in front of her asking
when she had last changed them. It would seem that it had been
very early that day, a day in which she seemed to spend the
whole day on her feet and more to the point, on which she had
either punished several of the males, or witnessed the same act.
They were certainly damp in the crotch and slightly stained. It
would have been enough to place a female prisoner on report and
he was not going to allow this young wardress to get off without
experiencing some form of punishment.

Stewart produced a pair of latex gloves from the table behind
him and heard Jones emit an audible gasp. He slipped them slowly
over both hands allowing the customary "plick" as they were
released around his wrist.

He did not have to tell the girl what was to happen next, she
knew only too well how the staff were expected to carry out
thorough body searches on prisoners. Stewart thought that he
would start with the mouth and ordered her to open her jaws
wide. He kept her waiting there while he opened a small jar and
rubbed the contents over the gloved fingers. He intended that
this would be as unpleasant as possible.

It was a jar of particularly pungent English Mustard.

She realised this as the fingers passed under her upturned nose
and entered the mouth. He pushed the tips around both upper and
lower jaws and then roughly under her tongue. She started to
splutter and gasp and this was made worse when two fingers
pressed the tongue down and forced themselves to the back of the
throat.

He then slowly, in turn, inserted a finger into each nostril
knowing that the trace of mustard would have it's effect. As his
finger withdrew from the last nostril her eyes were already red
and her nose starting to run.

She was then ordered to lay on the table with her knees apart
and drawn well up.She had dense dark pubic hair. His gloves were
still moist from the mouth inspection and his next examination
was never intended to be anything less than uncomfortable.

Jones now realised to the full how the male prisoners must feel
when she used her authority to casually examine their intimate
areas. She was blushing profusely and unable to look Stewart in
the eyes as he parted her labia with his left fingers and
forcefully inserted the fingers of his right hand into her
cavity.

She felt tighter than most of the female prisoners that he had
body searched and it took some effort on his part to thoroughly
explore her cavity. But searched it was with Jones struggling to
maintain the humiliating position that she had been ordered
into.

Next she was ordered onto her front with head well down, knees
drawn up and spread wide. She could feel his breath on her anal
cleft as he examined her and then the insistent touch of his
finger as it stroked her up and down finally rested on the
puckered brown opening. He had re-lubricated the finger with
some mustard and when he pushed, despite the vaginal tightness
the combination of her position and the added lubricant resulted
in the finger sliding immediately up to the second knuckle.

She gasped at the shock of the intrusion but then started to
squirm as the mustard took effect. A sharp order to remain still
somehow gave her the strength to do just that. She even remained
in position as the second finger was inserted and that secret
cavity probed and pressed. He was in no hurry, sensing that of
all the indignities he had subjected her to, this seemed to be
the worst.

He walked away slipping the gloves off and dropping them into a
basket. He returned to the table with one of the female centre's
most unpleasant devices. It would be an ideal way of starting to
wrap up her experience of being treated as a prisoner.

He ordered her to squat on the table and held the device in
front of her.

"This is what we call an understrap Jones. It is used for a
variety of reasons and tonight it is going to be applied to
remind you that the standard of panty hygiene you displayed
earlier is not acceptable."

He reached round to fasten the waist strap pulling it tight into
her soft waist then reached between the legs to pull the crotch
strap up to the tight position. It took him some time to adjust
the anal knot and, without the gloves, noted how warm the area
felt, no doubt thanks to his unofficial lubricant. The other
larger knots were manoeuvred into position filling the vaginal
cleft in what he thought would be a stimulating but
uncomfortable manner.

She climbed down from the table, with some expressions of
discomfort, to stand in front of him.

"I did mention earlier that we should give those breasts of
yours a work-out so that you will appreciate the support that
your regulation wardress bra normally gives you... but we got
distracted by the condition of the garment. Now is the time to
combine that exercise with ones that will give you an
appreciation of the disciplinary benefits of the crotch strap.
We will start with running on the spot... and I want to see
those knees high."

Jones began running and initially raised her knees to the high
position. Soon the effects of the understrap caused her to slow
down and lower her knees a little. Ignoring the grimace of pain
on her face Stewart stood behind her and used a flexible crop
with a thick leather tab to slap the backs of her legs as they
moved upwards. He kept her at the exercise for a full five
minutes watching the unco-ordinated flopping of her unrestrained
breasts.

After just a brief pause he started her on the astride jumping
with arms out at shoulder level and an extra bounce as the legs
closed and then spread wide. With naked females this was the
exercise guaranteed to make the firmest of breasts move and
Jones's started bouncing in unison but soon developed their own
rhythm and indeed sound as they slapped upwards then downwards
against the sweat-moist chest.

After another five minutes of that exercise he ordered her to
the 'present' and allowed another brief rest. She was sweating
profusely and her skin was shiny and dripping in places. He ran
his hands over the now still globes and then down to her crotch
checking on the tightness of the leather strap. It was certainly
fitted well and must be causing some considerable discomfort.

Which,... after all,... was its purpose.

He raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed them looking
straight at the girl..

"Mmm. It seems your personal hygiene standards are already
slipping Jones. Let's hope I don't give you another personal
inspection when you finish exercising."

Time, he thought to bring the proceedings to an end. He pondered
the possibilities for a few seconds then made his decision.
First, it would be necessary to give her a beating that she
would remember. He selected a hard wooden paddle 6 inches by a
foot long and spoke:

"When you have a male prisoner up before you for training I
presume that you end the session with a beating that will leave
him in no doubt as to your authority. What do you do to get him
to demonstrate that respect after the beating Jones?"

She thought for a moment, shaking slightly from the results of
her exercise.

"He would be required to carry out a personal service for me
Sir." She replied.

"Then I will now beat you with you being aware of what you will
be required to do for me after I have stopped. I am going to
give you 20 hard whacks across your buttocks that you will feel
for some hours. You will also carry the bruises for several days
to remind you of this experience as a prisoner. Bend over that
table, legs wide and with your hands gripping the far edge.
Remember, any attempt to impede my efforts will result in a
noticeable increase in the number of strokes. Brace yourself!"

It was a heavy piece of wood, well polished by all the buttocks
that it had previously landed upon. Stewart laid each whack on
with suitable force striking both chubby cheeks evenly. As the
buttocks bounced he could see the understrap and the redness
around the anus that it had caused. Soon the whole area would
match.

As the heavy application of the panel progressed it was obvious
that the girl was starting to have great difficulty in
maintaining her position. By the tenth stroke bruising and white
patches were already beginning to appear and she was starting to
shake as she desperately absorbed the increasing pain. At the
fifteenth slap she almost grabbed her burning nates with her
hands, but managed to resume her grip on the table before
Stewart had to issue any reminders as to the increase in
punishment that would follow such a slip.

Jones would later admit that she had no idea how she accepted
the last five whacks across her burning buttocks. Perhaps it was
the potential shame of admitting that she was unable to take the
sort of punishment that she handed out on an hourly basis.

But accept them she did and finished up, back at the 'present'
shaking with the pain and humiliation. Real tears ran down her
plump cheeks as waves of burning pain swept through her thighs.

Stewart picked up a sealed condom from the table and placed it
between her teeth then casually slipped his clothes off until he
too was naked with his erection all too visible. He knelt down
between her spread legs and unclipped the under-strap snatching
it from the folds in which parts of it were hidden. He could see
that it had done its job from the redness around her labia and
the way in which her delicate inner labia remained parted after
it's removal. Still carrying the damp leather device he went
over to the large armchair, laid back in it with his feet
outstretched and pointing to his penis, ordered her to fit the
condom.

She knelt between his legs and tearing the packet with her
teeth, extracted what seemed to her to be a strange latex
device. It was one of a set that a male colleague of Stewart's
had specially ordered. It had hard ridges around the shaft that
would make the organ feel exceptionally thick in girth, but more
to the point if worn for penetration following a females wearing
of an understrap, it would continue the chafing of soft tissue
so that the normal pleasurable sensations would be denied her.

All this possibility was written on her sweating face as she
forced the condom down over the hard organ in front of her.

With a frightened glance at Stewart and without any further
orders she dutifully climbed up onto the chair with her legs
spread and, facing him, mounted the penis with a gasp of pain as
she slid her hot and well lubricated sex over the hard latex
shape.

"This is not intended to be pleasant for you girl, just me, so I
want you to start lifting yourself up and down until I tell you
that you can stop."

With her face screwed up in response to the stinging chafing of
the condom she raised and lowered herself rhythmically with the
sweat covered inner thighs contracting and expanding to raise
the crotch. Each time she tried to slow, Stewart reacted by
firmly gripping both the tender nipples and squeezing until the
rhythm had been restored.

Despite the pain and discomfort Jones worked away riding
Stewart's penis until after just a couple of minutes the
expression on his face and a long shudder told her that she had
achieved his aim. If she thought that her ordeal as a prisoner
was now over, she was mistaken. She remained kneeling over
Stewart.

"Just one more thing before you get dressed Jones. I am sure
that you were not able to climax yourself and knowing the Centre
policies regarding not allowing prisoners to spend too long
between sessions of sexual relief... I have decided that you
will be allowed to take yourself to a climax using this rather
damp understrap. How long this takes will be up to you."

Swallowing back what remained of her pride, Jones grasped the
cruel knotted length of leather and, opening her intimate divide
with one hand, gently started to rub the device against her
reddened clitoris seemingly enjoying the sensation of pain mixed
with pleasure.

The way in which Stewart looked into her face watching every
twitch of her expression seemed to spur her on and in just
seconds she began to shudder, moan and rub frantically to her
peak.

Allowing no time for rest, Stewart ordered her to her feet and
then to dress in the clothes she had stripped off on his earlier
orders. She soon stood in front of him, dishevelled and
registering the humility of what she had been through.

"I have yet to decide on what measures to recommend to Mrs
Cheeseman regarding your breast offences, but I would prepare
yourself for the worst as she is not a lady to let standards
slip."

"Dismiss!"

...and a now more humble young wardress left for her own
accommodation and a period of self-pity.

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