2010-04-14 ( 10 edited messages )
# C: she feels far away from me emotionally
# Re: C: Medical Sounds hurt when stretching x 2
# Re: C: Riding a safer wooden pony? x 3
# Re: U: menstrual training class x 2
# C: Slave Party Games
# S: Jim's Story - part seventeen
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C: she feels far away from me emotionally
Date: 4 Apr 2010 02:26:40 -0000
I am writing tonight because it seems I have reached an impasse
with my wife as regards our femdom play together.
Life has become stressful for both of us. We have an out-of-
control teenage son. I'm in graduate school and she's starting
her own business. We are like two ships in the night passing
each other daily with very little time to nurture our
So why should it surprise me that she now doesn't want to role-
play femdom with me and says that it brings out the anger in her
and she feels far away from me emotionally when we engage in
this type of sexual play?
I didn't know where to turn. My therapist seems to want to avoid
the subject when I bring it up.
I'm hoping someone on this list can offer some words to help me
through this very frustrating time. I feel a bit selfish, in
that, I'm really not a submissive, but am more of a "bottom".
I'm definitely not a "lifestyler". But I do enjoy giving her
pleasure, I just grow weary and bored of the same old vanilla
sex she seems to want to stay with.
Is there anything I can do to help my wife feel more comfortable
with returning to our previous, satisfying femdom play together?
Thank you for considering my dilemma and I appreciate any
sensible responses people on this list can offer.
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Re: C: Medical Sounds hurt when stretching
Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 19:00:20 EDT
Pat gwpm asked about medical sounds...
Yes, you'll have some pain stretching. Make sure you're using
plenty of lube so that the pain is at a tolerable level. You
should only step up to the next largest size when you no longer
have pain from the size you've been using.
Also, be sure you sterilize your sounds prior to use. When you
stretch you'll actually be abrading the sensitive tissues which
may expose you to any bacteria on the sounds.
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Pat gwpm wrote:
>a question I have never seen addressed.
Strange. I thought we'd discussed almost everything in the last
13 years. :-) I remember part of your question was discussed as
recently as last August in the thread "penis plug urethral play"
which I found using the blog search engine at:-
you can see the "penis plug urethral play" thread on the blog
We haven't password protected the 2009 archive yet, so that is
available to everyone for now anyway.
>Medical Sounds. I have a new set and want to use them to
>stretch my penis so it can eventually accept an insert with a
>ring. When I insert the sound which is large enough to stretch
>it, it hurts. Should it?
My instinct says, if it hurts something might be going wrong so
slow down or stop.
Is the pain at the opening (the tip) or internal? See below for
why this might be relevant...
>If I leave it in, will the urethra expand to accept it and
>eventually not hurt? That is how I was able to get my body to
>accept a dildo.
In the "penis plug urethral play" thread I mention above, "Dale"
"Stretching a urethral opening is not the same as stretching an
anus... the urethral opening is NOT a sphincter... it is merely
an opening. It must be stretched VERY slowly over a long time or
it will tear (no fun). However, the urethra itself (the tube
inside the penis) is very stretchy and will handle much larger
sizes than the opening."
There is quite a bit more discussion there.
For those of you with a password, there is also the member's
area and I put the word "urethra" into the member's only search
and I found a total of 64 results. Just looking at the first
page I see quite a lot which may be of interest to you. Then
using the advanced search I found the "Butter Fingers" thread
and clicking "index" at the bottom of that page took me to a
whole section on "Catheters and Penile Penetration" at:-
David at Ms-Christine.com
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password site now has over 6,700 files with well over 400
stories, plus pictures, and hundreds of articles. $26.99 for a
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Re: C: Riding a safer wooden pony?
Date: Sun, 04 Apr 2010 21:28:10 -0400
Here is a variation on the wooden pony that you discussed and it
creates a similar dilemma for the dear little subby.
I make my slave stand on his tip toes and cuff his hands behind
his back. I tape a raw egg under each heel and have him stand
holding a pair of my panties with his nose against the wall. I
can then leave the loft and when I return I know for a fact if
he has been naughty or nice. Usually I return to find his thighs
and calves trembling and his mouth begging for relief.
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Re: C: Riding a safer wooden pony?
Date: 5 Apr 2010 10:42:20 -0000
>Here is a variation on the wooden pony that you discussed and
>it creates a similar dilemma for the dear little subby...
So, apart from getting eggy feet, what happens if he can't stay on his
toes until you return?
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Re: C: Riding a safer wooden pony?
Date: 9 Apr 2010 03:12:07 -0000
Re: the horse, Submariner wrote:
>if a man straddles a beam his balls do not hang in a position
>where his body can exert any pressure on them.
The testicles can be pulled back where they are trapped between
the leg and the side of the horse. They can also be drawn
straight back where they are under the ass and your weight goes
to them. Both methods depend on the sub having limited movement
to keep the testicles where they were placed.
While there is a risk, like there is with most CBT type play, it
can be done as safely as most other ball busting.
A greater danger is that the horse tends to put pressure on the
urethra and the tubes that carry semen from the testicles to the
penis. There have been cases reported where these tubes were
injured resulting in sterility and/or inability to urinate
resulting in the need for an ER visit.
A similar situation ball torture can be achieved with a humbler.
Apply the humbler and tie the sub in chair where they must
support their weight or sit on their own balls.
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Re: U: menstrual training class
Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2010 08:49:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Mrs. Gladys Kravitz"
>I'm guessing there is a cost for this training course?
There is no tuition for my class. I do ask that my students make
a modest donation to their local women's shelter at the
beginning of their last semester. I run the class for the
benefit of women who have heard enough of "It's not that bad".
So far I have had no inquiries from the blog.
>folk who visit the blog can see the content that doesn't go out
>on the mailing list, such as links, email addresses and your
>cute logo :-).
Logo isn't mine. It's a Proctor + Gamble original.
Mrs. Gladys Kravitz
email address info
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>There is no tuition for my class. -snip- So far I have had
>no inquiries from the blog.
Maybe you'll get a few now that folk can see it's not costly.
I've posted your email address to the blog again.
>Logo isn't mine. It's a Proctor + Gamble original.
I've removed the logo from the blog. DOMestic doesn't accept
images for posting unless the copyright owner authorises it.
You may want to be reconsider including the image in your
Christine at Ms-Christine.com
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C: Slave Party Games
Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2010 19:20:11 +0200
Being at a loose end recently I was browsing through old
DOMestic correspondence and came across the comments on "Fem Dom
games and contests couples and bdsm groups" in August 2009 where
a writer asked about contests for male slaves to play when two
or more Femdom couples were gathered together.
The reason for the original writer's request will have long ago
expired, but I was struck by the small number of proposals: a
tug of war with a rope attached to two slaves' balls (considered
rather dangerous) and masturbation races. Other suggestions did
not seem to carry much Femdom content.
I recalled some games I devised a few years ago when I was
dabbling in short story writing which I offer below, together
with some more recently invented ones. The aim of these games is
to arrive at a loser and (sometimes) a winner. Losers get
punishments and winners get rewards. Being Femdom, a reward is
probably not something enjoyable, but an exemption from
something nasty, and in any case I'm sure Mistresses can devise
these without any further help.
Please note that none of these games has to my knowledge been
tested in real life, and until they are they fall into the realm
of fantasy. I hope readers like these ideas and maybe will come
up with some of their own.
For these contests each slave is paired with a Mistress. Now we
all know Mistresses are cruel and like nothing better than to
punish their slaves, but I suspect they also like to feel pride
in their slave and so would like their slave to win.
Consequently for these games slaves are deliberately not paired
with their real life Mistress so that any temptation for
Mistresses to cheat can be avoided.
In this contest the slaves have to demonstrate their skill in
oral sex by licking a Mistress to orgasm as quickly as possible.
The first to achieve this is the winner while the last is the
This is almost the reverse of the above. Here the Mistresses
compete to bring a slave to orgasm as quickly as possible using
only her hands (and any type of lube). However. the slaves will
be trying to avoid orgasm because the first slave to spurt is
the loser. As soon as a Mistress sees her assigned slave
ejaculate she shouts "spurting" (or something similar) whereupon
all the other Mistresses stop stimulating their slaves
immediately. Bad luck on the winners who are left excited and
unsatisfied, for which reason the punishment for the loser of
this game should be particularly severe.
Each Mistress has a large supply of similar clothes pegs (or
similar devices). One Mistress is the controller and she counts
slowly: "One... two... three... etc". When she says "one," each
Mistress attaches the first peg to the slave's body. When she
says "two," each Mistress attaches a second peg, and so on. When
a slave can stand it no more he capitulates by removing a peg.
He can then continue to remove all the other pegs. The first to
capitulate is the loser. The game can stop there or the
Mistresses can continue until there is only one slave playing -
the winner. Now pegs can be accidentally or deliberately applied
in such a way as to inflict far more than the normal amount of
pain, so there have to be rules about this.
1) There must be slave flesh between the whole of the peg
'pinchers'; having flesh only between part of the pinchers is
2) Any part of the body can be used except the eyes and eyelids
3) No part of a peg can be inserted into the anus or urethra.
4) Any other rules?
Drop Kick (Extreme)
All the slaves stand side by side with their legs apart and with
the Mistresses behind them. They have their hands on their
heads. At a silent signal from one of the Mistresses, they each
give their best kick to the groin of the slave in front of them.
If a slave falls to the ground and does not get up by a count of
ten, he is "kicked out" of the game. A slave can capitulate at
any time if he cannot face another kick. Otherwise, when the
slaves have been given a short time to recover, the process is
repeated until someone is kicked out or capitulates. First out
of the game is the loser (or losers). The game can finish there
or continue until a winner is found.
Slave Solo Contests
In these contests each slave competes on his own.
This is just like real life weight lifting. Each slave has to
lift a bag (or similar object) containing a weight. At the end
of the round the weight is increased and the slaves have to lift
the new weight. The loser, or losers, are all those who fail to
lift a weight when all slaves lifted the previous weight. The
winner, or winners, are those who manage the heaviest weight
lifted. The only difference from real life weight lifting is
that the weights are lifted using a rope attached to the balls!
(This is safer than balls tug-o-war as each slave is in complete
control of what he is doing and makes his own decision about
what he can manage.)
This is like the children's game of Simon Says. Mistresses issue
commands to the slaves fairly quickly, such as, "masturbate",
"fondle your balls", "squeeze a nipple" and so on. If this is
preceded by "Mistress says..." the command must be obeyed, and
if not it must be ignored. Slaves are eliminated as they make
mistakes. First out is the loser. Last is the winner.
It used to be possible in the UK to buy novelty pencils or
colouring crayons that are very large (length at least 1ft
(30cm) and thickness at least half an inch (1 cm)). If one of
these can be obtained, the slaves have to insert it into their
back passage, grip hard and then write a simple word or draw a
simple shape onto a paper pad. They should be kneeling on the
floor with the pad between their ankles. The Mistresses jointly
decide which effort is most like the assigned word or shape
(winner) and which is least like it (loser).
In these contests all the slaves compete at the same time and
the activities always involve more than one slave. One of the
prime aims of these contests is that they should amuse the
observers (the Mistresses).
The slaves stand in a circle facing inwards. (If there are only
two slaves they stand side to side facing in opposite
directions.) They have similar paddles. Upon a suitable word
from a Mistress they spank once on the buttocks of the slave to
their right. They then switch the paddle to their left hand and
upon the next command give one spank to the buttocks of the
slave to their left. (If only two slaves, they do not need to
switch.) They continue like this until one slave capitulates
(the loser). If all the slaves are pain sluts and show no sign
of quitting, the Mistresses could exchange the paddles for
something more extreme (eg riding crops). Or if the Mistresses
get bored they can declare all the slaves losers.
The slaves will again be in a circle. They will be bending over
so their bodies are almost horizontal and each slave's head is
close to the butt of the slave in front. (If there are only two
slaves they will be side to side.) They can use their left arm
to rest on the lower back of the next slave and help support
themselves. Their right hands are wearing rubber gloves. All
slaves are well-lubed behind. Upon command from a Mistress they
insert one finger into the slave in front and massage the
prostate with a view to milking that slave. First slave to
produce a discharge from the slave in front is the winner, and
the last one is the loser.
This contest probably needs at least 6 slaves and the general
aim is to have them in a circle so that each one is fucking the
slave in front of them. (They need to be roughly the same height
or it has to at least be possible to get them in a sequence
where simultaneous penetration is possible.)
Start with the slaves in a line. They are all erect and wearing
condoms and well-lubed behind. Number 2 inserts himself into
number 1. Number 3 then inserts himself into number 2 and so on
until they are one chain. (It is important that they do not
fully insert "to the hilt" as they will need room to thrust.)
They now carefully shuffle round into a circle so that number 1
can insert himself into the last slave. During this manoeuvre
they can hold onto the hips of the slave in front to make sure
they don't slip out. Once the circle is complete they must put
their hands on their heads. Upon command from a Mistress they
begin to fuck each other.
If they all thrust at the same time and withdraw at the same
time (ie synchronous thrusting) no real fucking will occur as
the depth of each slave's penetration will be unaltered. Fucking
commences when they get out of sync. At that point there is a
grave danger of 'slipping out'.
The first slave to slip out for any reason is the loser, unless
he has managed to orgasm which will be plainly visible by
inspection of the condom. In the latter case, the slave he was
fucking becomes the loser. This is an important rule because
otherwise every slave will simply make small careful thrusts.
But once synchronism is lost and a slave detects changes in
depth of penetration by the slave behind, he will be anxious not
to become the loser due to the orgasm rule, and will himself
begin to thrust with more abandon and thus the risk of someone
slipping out will increase.
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S: Jim's Story - part seventeen
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here
part seventeen - Week with Lucy
I was up earlier and it was so nice not to be shackled. I went
into the kitchen and tried to think of how to delight this
creature with food. I didn't know if she was like Sarah or
I cut up the strawberries and mixed them with blueberries and
added some strawberry yoghurt and put it into a dessert bowl. I
made coffee for myself for sure. I jumped back into bed and
started kissing Lucy on the neck and back and behind her ears,
and down her spine.
She woke up and we kissed, then she put my head between her legs
and we resumed where we left off last night.
Lucy was in my arms, and I was kissing her again, and she said:
"When your wife returns and you tell her you had a great time,
then I will never see you again. On the other hand you tell her
that it was a really tough grind, I'll be back whenever she
wants to go somewhere without you."
I said: "Yes Miss Lucy." Of course we could conspire but Lucy
probably wouldn't, and I'm so poor at it.
I said: "I will fix your breakfast, then I'll do your fingers
and toes, then give you a massage, then a bath, then I will
dress you. Then I'll make your bed, clean your bathroom. Clean
the kitchen, vacuum the house. Wash and iron your underwear, and
do anything you ask me to. Is that not a tough grind if I get it
done before noon?"
She laughed: "Maybe I will inspect it all and issue demerits,
and flog you mercilessly."
I said: "Yes Miss Lucy, you're the goddess."
She liked coffee with milk and sugar. I brought it to her and we
got started. Lucy thought it was ordinary for me to kneel in
front of her while she is peeing and to dry her.
She liked the berries and yoghurt and when I asked if she wanted
toast, muffins, eggs, cereals, or ham or anything, she said
'no'. She didn't think it was weird to have me standing there
while she ate. She said it was nice.
I'm quite good at nails. She was a little frustrated when we
couldn't get too intimate while her nails were drying. I used a
hair dryer to hasten the process. Everything gets this girl hot.
We were on the bed and I had one hand on a boob and the other in
her pussy and she really liked that. We did that many times.
I massaged her with the Chinese music playing. I took the
liberty of massaging her pussy until she got hot. I focused also
on her breasts and ass and repeated everything several times. My
back was hurting by the time we quit.
Lucy liked being bathed, and I dragged it out. She was getting
overly hot with me sliding the wash-cloth over parts of her body
and it would show on her face as if she was concentrating on
something. The more I washed the more she got that way. While I
was drying her I wanted to hug her but I was afraid to grab her.
Dressing her was very easy because there were only, panties,
bra, miniskirt and sort of a T-Shirt.
I got busy with all my chores. I of course had not gotten any
sex. It's very frustrating but in some way it is very
pleasurable and exalting to give sex. And I had a creature that
wanted all I could give.
I was done and it wasn't quite lunchtime yet. Lucy was reading
her e-mail on my computer. I curtseyed and waited.
She turned around and said: "Have you finished your chores?"
I said: "Yes ma'am."
She said: "I'm not finished; you may rub my back and shoulders
while I finish reading my e-mail."
Again I said: "Yes ma'am," and began rubbing the tops, of her
shoulders and where her neck connects to her spine, I put my
hands under breasts and lifted upwards, and down her ribs. She
finished reading E-mail and we went into the bedroom. I'm going
to buy kneepads.
Lucy decided I needed to go into the stocks again. That's okay
with me because she could have come up with a reason, but she
said she decided I needed to. I wouldn't dare argue.
She said she liked the strap she used earlier because it really
hurt but she didn't think it caused too much damage. I don't
think I would have voted it my favorite on that basis but I
wasn't asked. She reminded me I had to count. And in the same
breath she said that, she struck me so hard the stocks sort of
I barely managed to say: "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke."
Before the next one landed. By the time I got to 20 I was
hoarse, out of breath and sobbing.
Lucy left me.
After she released me, she allowed me to lie in bed with my arms
around her. I dared to ask about her. To my amazement and
delight, she told me.
Lucy is a practical nurse. She got $2700 for the week of
disciplining me. When I learned hair dressing with her she only
got $1800. She said that Ms. Schmid was sort of a broker for her
services. She usually works with elderly and crippled people,
and does this because the money is so good and mostly it's fun,
especially with people like me.
I was emboldened by her candidness. I asked: "So Kathleen called
Ms. Schmid and found you to be available and hired you?"
Lucy said: "Pretty much like that."
I asked about the hair dressing school and Lucy said: "The
school and most of the pupils are pretty straight but Ms. Schmid
has 5 or 6 of us working for special clients like your
I said: "And you're not kinky and you just do this because you
Lucy said: "Yes and No, I'm not too kinky, I like sex a lot,
maybe too much, but I have an open mind. And coming to a nice
house like this and being waited on by you is not particularly
difficult. The amazing thing is what happens to you when I beat
you. The pied piper was never this powerful. You would do
anything for me. I make you stand in the corner and you come out
wanting to cook dinner for me."
I said: "Am I so weird?"
She said, "If you were, Schmid wouldn't have a business. But I'd
like to find a guy like you. I'm good at this fem-dom stuff.
Actually I get a little tingle sometimes when I really crush a
I didn't ask anything because this was so amazing to me.
She said: "You seem to have gotten in touch with yourself. You
want to be here, and you're willing to appreciate the efforts we
are making to keep you in this special place."
She said: "It's all about you. They didn't spend the money on
themselves. You want to be a slave and they are doing what they
can for you."
I said: "My cock is in a cage, I work at menial tasks all day. I
get a beating at the whim of a nice girl. How is that 'for
She said: "So you didn't volunteer to be a slave?"
I didn't answer right away because she made a point.
I answered: "I guess I volunteered."
She said: "Are you ready to give it up?"
I said: "I guess I don't want to give it up. You're right. I
want to be a slave." That was hard for me to say.
She said: "Well slave, why is your tongue not pleasuring me?"
I got out of bed, got on my knees and kissed her thighs and
worked up, took off her panties and ate her for at least an hour
I said: "Miss Lucy, ma'am, goddess, may I fix you dinner."
She said: "No, get back in bed."
That was okay with me. I jumped into the bed. I hugged her and
waited for instructions.
I realized I was holding a lovely girl and she was waiting for
me. My hands were all over her, my lips were busy on her neck
and back. I tried to cool myself by thinking of her being too
young or too fat, and then my thoughts went to the beating I had
gotten and I started getting hot.
She unlocked me; and I became instantly hard. She took hold of
my member and started kissing me on the mouth. I had sex for the
first time in over a month. She was the Diva. As deprived and
urgent as I felt, she was amazing, she screwed herself up and
released like a runner coming off the chocks.
She collapsed and I wanted to but she said: "Now go make
I wanted to make the best dinner ever, but I had trouble
deciding what. I still didn't know what Lucy liked. I decided on
the one thing at which I was an expert. I ended up with
Spaghetti and sauce from a bottle, spinach salad and an imported
I appreciated Lucy. She had not just given me sex but I now had
a different vantage point from which to view my goddesses. I was
so lucky to have Lucy and Kathleen.
I stood like a statue while Lucy ate. She liked the wine a lot.
When she was done I cleared the table and put the dishes in the
dishwasher and tasted the wine just to see and of course Lucy
She said: "I was told to watch out for you drinking the leftover
I got on my knees: "Miss Lucy, I was just tasting it so I would
know about it, I wasn't drinking it."
She said: "I was also told that you liked to argue, in fact they
said you were tiresome."
I hung my head: "I'm sorry Miss Lucy."
She said: "It was a lovely dinner but I'm afraid the rest of the
evening will have to be dealt with disciplining your bad
behavior. Go to my room, strip and stand in the corner, I will
be there shortly, after I have some more wine."
I said: "Yes Miss Lucy," and curtseyed.
I stood there and remembered I had to iron Lucy's panties and
bras; but was pretty much trained not to move out of the corner.
So get with it, she's sitting in the family room watching TV and
drinking wine, and I'm in the corner waiting for discipline.
She came and sat in Kathleen's chair and said: "Get me the gag
that has the filler hole in the top."
I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtseyed.
I saw that she was drinking from the wine glass I had served
her. She took my hand and we went into Kathleen's bathroom. I
knelt in front of her sitting on the toilet. She handed me the
empty wine glass and told me to fill it when she pees. She then
stood up straddling the toilet and she did and I filled the wine
glass and it overflowed. She told me to fill the gag from the
glass. It was harder but I filled the gag. Of course she told me
to drink what was left in the glass.
She put the gag on me and put me into the same corner in the
bathroom. And then the handcuffs were put on.
After about 15 minutes, she came in and used the toilet. Turned
off the lights and said: "No moving." And then she closed the
I guess she gets to drink wine and I get to drink her urine.
That's the point of this. The rest, the smelly bathroom, the
handcuffs and standing in the corner is just more degradation.
A long time later she came in, turned on the light and said:
"Phew it's smelly in here."
She forced me down and pushed my head over the toilet seat and
draped a towel over the whole thing. How did I fall into her
hands? I knelt there for a long time. But when she got back to
me she said it had been an hour in the corner and only 15
minutes kneeling over the toilet.
Lucy said: "After you serve the wine, what do you do with it?"
I said: "I cork it up Miss Lucy."
She said: "Do you think this punishment taught you that."
I said: "Yes ma'am."
In spite of the frank talk from Lucy she turned into a task
mistress. She explained that she took her assignment seriously.
I spent close to two hours every day bathing, shaving,
massaging, manicuring, and shampooing Lucy. I had my chores to
do, and she was insatiable. I don't know how much time I spent
on my knees or laying with her. But I was resolved to be her
On the last day, I was going to give Lucy the best massage I
could along with the longest bath she ever had, but she wasn't
interested in 'playing.' I had to get the house clean, no
cleaner, and then even cleaner. I thought at the time she could
pitch in if she was so concerned, but her concern was expressed
by hectoring me, threatening me, and whacks on my butt, to move
me along. We expected Sarah and Kathleen in the late afternoon
and it was just after breakfast.
I said: "Miss Lucy, there is nothing to worry about, I will have
everything sparkling in less than 3 hours."
She said: "Don't tell me not to worry; if you worked harder this
place would look better."
By the time of that exchange, all the beds were made, I had
changed the linen in Kathleen's room, I had scrubbed the
toilets, washed the sinks, mopped the kitchen floor, and done
everything but vacuumed.
The vacuuming drowned out her talking and my incessant "yes
The house was really done. But Lucy was cross. She said: "When I
asked you to get to work you took a very cavalier attitude. As a
result I was very nervous and you should be punished for that."
I said: "Yes ma'am."
She said: "Come into Kathleen's room."
I followed her tantalizing ass into Kathleen's room.
Lucy said: "You may kneel down and try to pleasure me so I might
go easy on you."
I said: "Yes ma'am." I was happy to do this for any reason. I
took off her yellow panties that I had put on her a few hours
before and put my face into her lovely pussy. This was not the
longest but it was long. Lucy was responsive as always but she
was melancholy. The joyful releases were gone, there was
I kissed her thighs and the little bit of belly accessible to
me. I felt so much affection to her.
She said: "Undress and get into the stocks. I want to leave you
with a memory of my strap that you so admire."
I said: "Yes ma'am." But I was dumbfounded, by this 'payback.' I
fastened myself into the stocks and she came instantly and
fastened me in a blink.
I felt the explosion of pain.
I tried to say: "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke." But by the
time I said 'Lucy' the second one exploded.
I tried to say "Thank you Miss Lucy, one stroke." The third
stroke exploded, and I tried to say: "Thank you Miss Lucy, three
Another Exploded. And I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy, five
Thwack. That one landed as I said 'you'.
I said: "Thank you Miss Lucy, seven strokes." I became less
hurried, she was stroking so fast I couldn't do otherwise than
skip every other stroke.
I got a dozen, and she immediately released me from the stocks.
She had more. She said: "The attitude of telling me not to worry
is impertinent and arrogant. And I cannot let that pass. Bring
me the gag with the filler hole on top."
I found it in Kathleen's drawer with the other gags and paddles
Lucy said: "Stand in the corner."
I felt a let down and anxiety about what was coming.
She came back a few minutes later. I got the collar and the
handcuffs. I smelled the fishy castor oil. She put the gag in my
mouth and clipped the straps around my head.
She said: "No moving is allowed. You may not talk or try to."
She closed the door and left me.
Later I heard the outside door open, and I heard Sarah and
Kathleen. Then I realized how orchestrated this was. How could
they be so mean? My wife comes home and I can't run and greet
her? My mistress for a week is leaving and I can't say goodbye?
I guess they are impressing on me that I'm not people. I'm their
slave. I will be allowed to unpack, bathe and attend them, wash
and iron their underwear, and cook and clean. I keep forgetting.
( Part 18 on the DOMestic blog this evening - u4ds.com )
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