Hello,

In "he likes to wear panties - Chapel Hill, NC" "Kevin M" wrote:

>I'm having a major problem with a friend of mine

Based on what you wrote, I gather your problem is in finding
somewhere locally for you and your friend to meet like minded
people and make friends who are into FemDom.

Your best bet is likely to be to join some groups and attend
some munches in Chapel Hill, and elsewhere in North Carolina.

I mention "munches" there. A munch is a social get together, a
gathering of like minded folk, not a kinky play party. Not
everywhere has a local munch group. But if you drive to your
nearest group you may find other folk like you have attended
from your home town. You'll make friends and connections, and if
all goes to plan then soon you'll move from meeting kinky people
to meeting the right person.

I explain in the post above how to write a longer ad, that will
be more likely to get helpful replies, but it's no substitute
for meeting people.

I also explain in the post linked above how to put some effort
in yourself and use a search engine (or DOMestic) to find
munches in your area. I put that effort in today for you, and
found some links which you may find useful.

I just searched for "bdsm munch Chapel Hill, NC"

I immediately found there were lots of resources near you in the
results. (click on the link above to see)

If there is nothing in those results which suits you, then you
could also search for something like "kinky munch" with the name
of each of the major places near you, such as Burlington,
Durham, or Raleigh.

FrugalDomme has a page for North Carolina through
North Dakota.

For other folk, not up to spending time on searching yourself,
the the Frugal Domme Website has links to munches and groups all
over the USA and elsewhere in the world.

Hope that helps.

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

Renew or get your DOMestic password.

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part ten

I steamed cauliflower and made a cheese sauce, and prepared
chicken patties with brown mushroom gravy and steamed onions.
The aromas were better than the food and reached their peak when
Sarah walked in.

I prepared blender cocktails with rum and bananas to welcome
Sarah (BJ's need rewards) and served them to Kathleen and Sarah.
(I had some rum in the kitchen.) The banana daiquiris were
somewhat alcoholic but tasted like a banana smoothie. The ladies
became a bit mellow.

Kathleen told Sarah: "I put the poor dear into the stocks and
gave him a good beating with the strap. It broke my heart that
he earned 6 extra strokes. He tried so hard."

Sarah asked: "Did you punish him for not curtsying?"

Kathleen said: "Yes, and for arguing."

Sarah said: "Is that why you beat him?"

Kathleen said: "No, he stood in the corner for about 90 minutes
for not curtsying and drank dishwater for arguing, the soap
doesn't agree with him."

Sarah said: "Why did you beat him?"

Kathleen said: "He said that I was lovely."

Sarah said: "I see. Does he understand?"

Kathleen said: "I think so; let's give him a little test after
dinner to make sure."

Sarah said: "That's a good idea, it's best to make sure."

And I thought a test? That doesn't sound good. I made sure their
wine glasses stayed filled. I cleared the dishes, filled the
dishwasher and ran it. I drank the wine left in Kathleen's and
Sarah's glasses. That made me worry that they'll ask about it,
why do I do things like that?

Finally I entered the family room and the goddesses were
talking, I curtsied twice and stood and waited.

Sarah said: "How long was he in the stocks?"

Kathleen said: "Almost 3 hours, I feel I don't have to think
about him when I know he's completely secured."

Sarah said: "On the weekend we will have to let him work in the
office. He has to pay the bills, and he invests our money. He
spends about 10 to 12 hours."

Kathleen said: "How will I supervise him while he is doing
that?"

Sarah said: "Why don't you get some chains to put around him and
padlock it and make him come to you to unlock him."

Kathleen said: "I'll see what I have, I ordered a lot of stuff;
I'll give him a fitting tomorrow."

Sarah said to me: "Bring us some wine."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied twice.

I brought the wine and two glasses and curtsied twice.

I said: "May I pour, Miss Sara and Miss Kathleen?"

Kathleen laughing: "No, but you can pour some wine for us."

I poured.

Then Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs, they're in my room in
the usual place."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied twice. I found the handcuffs
but I wasn't happy. The rum and the wine had worn off. What were
they going to do?

I curtsied twice and placed the handcuffs on the coffee table
and stood and waited. Sarah was telling Kathleen that she had
been promoted to executive vice president. She was now the
number two person.

Kathleen said to me: "Come here and put your hands behind you."

I did and once again I was shackled.

She said: "Go sit on the floor in that corner."

I did, I was about equidistant between them.

Sarah said: "You're going to have a quiz. We're going to ask you
what you learned from the punishments Mom has given you during
the week. If you get the answer wrong, you will get twice the
punishment you had originally."

Kathleen started: "I'll make it easy for you, starting today -
Are you allowed to make overtures?"

I said: "No miss Kathleen, I am not allowed to make overtures."

Kathleen said: "When do you curtsy?"

I said: "Whenever I enter a room that is occupied by Miss Sarah
or Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "That was very good, when are you allowed to
argue?"

I said: "I'm not ever allowed to argue with Miss Sarah or Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Good, what were you punished for yesterday?"

I said: "I was punished for lusting while performing personal
services."

Kathleen said: "When are you allowed to lust?"

I said nervously: "When I'm being used sexually?"

Kathleen said: "That's good, why did I soap your mouth?"

I said: "Because I did not speak to Miss Sarah respectfully."

Kathleen said: "What did you learn, overall?"

I said: "I am here to serve Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Are you happy?"

I said: "I can't say if I'm happy, I certainly don't like being
punished, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sarah came over to me, pulled up her skirt and straddled me, and
started giving me passionate kisses. I kissed back, but I was
handcuffed.

Sarah whispered to me: "I want to make love to you, handcuffed."

I said: "Oh yes Miss Sarah."

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

I lay on my back on Sarah's bed, naked and handcuffed. Sarah was
undressing and I was watching.

Sarah said: "You will pick all this up later," referring to the
clothes she was dropping on the floor. And then she was naked.

Later, Sarah was sleeping, I was still handcuffed. Neither of us
was covered. So I expected her to wake up and remove the
handcuffs.

Sarah snuggled up to me, and I wished I could put my arms around
her. We lay like that for a while. Then Sarah pushes me flat on
my back and straddles my head. I start licking. I lost count how
many times we lay cuddling then I'm licking Sarah. It was early
morning when Sarah found the keys and released me. My shoulders
were really sore.

Sarah said: "Tuck me in, then pick up my clothes, and find a
blanket, and you can sleep on the floor in the bathroom."

I said: "Yes Miss Sarah."

I picked up her and my clothes, I had the girdle and a tee
shirt, maybe the handcuffs were mine. She had a blouse,
brassiere, jacket, skirt, panties, and pantyhose, necklace, and
watch. After I put on my clothes, I hung her jacket, skirt and
blouse and put away the necklace and watch. I was attracted to
the panties and pantyhose but I was so tired and satiated that I
just put them into the laundry.

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

I woke up early enough to make coffee, put the dishes away, cut
up the cantaloupe and bring coffee for Sarah and help get her
ready. After the lovemaking last night I felt eager to please
her. I waited until the last minute that she had to get up and
took her coffee. And I definitely curtsied when I came in.

I bent over and kissed her on the forehead. I was taking a
chance because she could call this an overture. But she woke up
and smiled. I gave her a hand up, her slippers were right there
and I handed her a robe, and I enjoyed the lovely view of a
naked lady.

Sarah sat on the pot, holding the coffee in both hands while I
patted her dry. She said: "This makes me look forward to
mornings."

I said: "Me too, Miss Sarah." But what I meant was that making
Sarah actually happy is what I looked forward to. I loved her so
much. But I wasn't allowed to say it.

At breakfast Sarah was delighted with yogurt and granola in a
bowl. She also had cut up cantaloupe. I helped Sarah put on her
coat as she was leaving and she gave me a hug and a long kiss
which I returned.

Next I took coffee to Kathleen. She was sleeping and I lifted a
limp hand and kissed it. She woke almost immediately. She said:
"Did you kiss my hand?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen, I did it to wake you."

She said: "That was very sweet; you can kiss me anywhere to wake
me."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Kathleen."

With that she pulled the blanket aside, and flashed her pussy
and boobs, and I think by the time she was looking at me I was
getting her slippers and robe, that's how precarious my
existence had become.

When she sat down on the toilet I handed her the coffee and she
grasped it in two hands and I thought how Sarah was like her.
She said: "After you dress me, I want a manicure and pedicure."

This was no longer new to me. She had explained how she wanted
her nails cut and polish applied. It was now easier. Today she
was sitting in yellow panties and yellow brassiere with a brown
garter belt, but no stockings.

I was kneeling at her feet, cutting and filing toenails, and
occasionally looking up. I applied the polish and amazingly
didn't get it on the carpet or on her skin. I was just
congratulating myself when she said: "Go get the book."

I brought the book and she said: "Kneel down and put the book
between my feet, you are going to write into the book how many
times you looked up while doing my nails."

I said: "I don't know how many times I looked up Miss Kathleen."

She said: "Lets call it ten times then; I think you're getting
off easy."

I said: "Thank you ma'am" and I thought I should have said four
or five instead of I don't know because evidently she didn't
either. I wrote: "Looking up at Miss Kathleen while doing her
toenails ten times."

When I finished writing she said: "Did Miss Sarah recommend
anything?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen, she didn't."

Kathleen said: "Put the stockings on."

Literally touching her, putting my face inches from her crotch,
staring at her ass, inflames me. I can feel the tension as I get
more aroused, and Kathleen is watching me and I'm slowly
unfolding the stocking as I slide it up her leg. Fastening the
back garter nearly causes me to convulse. Finally it's done and
I feign indifference hoping I'm not accused of lusting.

Kathleen says: "I think a good over the knee paddling and some
quality corner time will be adequate for staring up at my
crotch."

I can only say: "Yes, ma'am."

She pulls me up and hugs me and says: "You are a precious dear."
And she kisses me. I kiss her back and I'm startled.

She seats herself, and invites me over her knee. She is only
wearing panties, brassiere and stockings.

She says: "Let's observe the thanking and counting as we did in
the stocks, I think I will give you ten for the number of times
you looked up. Were you looking at my panties? I think you have
a fixation on panties. Remember failure to respond to each
stroke properly will get it repeated."

And almost immediately my butt exploded with pain, I kicked and
wriggled but she held me tight to her, and I remembered to thank
her and count. At stroke number six I said it was number five,
so I got six again.

Kathleen said: "You did that well, go stand and I will fasten
you in a few minutes. I have something new for you."

I went to stand next to the hook and waited.

Kathleen fastened the collar and handcuffed me. Then she placed
what looked like a poker chip against the wall in front of my
nose.

She said: "You must press against this disk and hold it up: You
only have to stand here for 50 minutes, but if you let the disk
fall, you will get 10 additional minutes. I will be in and out
and put the disk back. You could earn yourself several hours or
even all day if you repeatedly let it fall. Do you understand?"

I said, "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Now tell me what is the behavior we are correcting
that you will be thinking about while standing here?"

I said: "Looking up at you while I'm working at your feet, Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Yes, I hope you will stop that."

She left me there. It's hard to measure the pressure your nose
is applying to the disk. The tension this causes me is hard to
take. I try to relax but I can't. The time is unbearable, but as
Kathleen likes to say, I have to bear it. I don't doubt that she
will make me stand here forever if I keep dropping it. She is so
affectionate and so strict. I can hear her coming and going.
Please time move faster.

Kathleen is behind me, she said: "You haven't dropped it yet.
That's excellent. Was looking up my legs worth this punishment?"

I was confused, should I answer?

Kathleen said: "Poor boy, you don't know if you should answer
because when you're in the corner you may not speak, but if I
ask a question you may always answer."

I said: "The spanking was very painful and this disk is
unbearably tedious, but it was."

She said: "I will consider that. The next time you look up when
you are on the floor in front of me, I will raise the stakes
much higher. Have you been warned?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said, "Your 50 minutes is up, congratulations on not
dropping the disk"

She removed the handcuffs and unsnapped the collar from the ring
and used the snap to pull me to the floor and she sat down and
put my head between her knees. I was just spanked and spent an
agonizing 50 minutes staring at the wall for punishment for
looking up at her crotch. Now she is forcing me to stare at it.

Kathleen said: "You have been disciplined for peeking at my
crotch and now I'm letting you look at it. What have you to
say?"

I said: "Miss Kathleen, I am totally in your hands, you have all
the power and I have none."

She pulled on the collar's snap and pulled me up. She kissed me
then hugged me very tightly. I kissed back becoming completely
inflamed. She took the snap and dragged me down onto the floor
and said: "remove my panties."

I started to and remembered to say: "Yes ma'am."

When I got the panties down, I waited. She dragged my collar so
my face was in her pussy and I started licking. I try to make a
guppy like operation with my lips and it seems to work on her
because her hips began constricting and relaxing and finally I
felt her come. I didn't ever want to stop, and she didn't want
me to either. I kept at it for a long time until she sort of
collapsed backward and pushed my head away.

In a dreamy state Kathleen said: "Go stand by the hook."

I felt it was appropriate and said: "Yes ma'am," and went to
stand.

I wondered about my feelings about Kathleen. I was willing to
endure any punishment for the excitement she generates in me.
Okay call it lusting.

Kathleen said: "Come here."

I turned around and curtsied, and said: "Yes ma'am."

She took my collar snap and led me into the bathroom. She sat
down on the toilet and pulled me down between her legs and peed.

She said: "You may wipe."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And began patting her dry. She held the
snap and pulled me further into her pussy and I started licking.
'I've found a genuine nymphomaniac', I thought.

I lost track of time, I just kept licking, my face hurt from the
distortion, my jaws ached, but I didn't stop until she pushed me
away.

Kathleen finally got up and she pulled me along, she pulled me
onto her bed and we sort of dozed off. I wanted to hug and
cuddle her but I was afraid to.

She said I could kiss her toes and feet and work up. Licking
each toe and sucking on it then the tops of her feet and ankles
and thighs, and legs and ass, and back and neck, then she
grabbed me and we started kissing again.

Kathleen said: "I think you have chores to do."

I was disappointed but I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied.

I vacuumed, took out the trash, made Sarah's bed and I was
finished in less than an hour. I came back and Kathleen hadn't
moved. I curtsied and said: "It's lunch time Miss Kathleen, may
I be of service?"

She said: "Come and put my pants back on and finish dressing
me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I did put her panties back on, and a
skirt and blouse.

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
From: quitodoux
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 00:11:08 +0100

Christine wrote:

>humiliating men. I like to have my doggy slave hump something
>without using his "front paws"

Danielle wrote:

>The coffee table is a nice thing to have our worthless doggies
>hump

I smile, because the coffee table was exactly what my Lady-Owner
regularly ordered me to hump. However, She sat on the opposite
side of the table and offered Her feet as something warm to work
at. After i came, she forced me to lick each drop of the mess
which i had created. After this final service, i had to get
dressed and go home.

I wish She were still around.

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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 20:32:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Glenn Bonne

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Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
Date: 19 Jan 2010 16:53:18 -0000
From: slaveboy - ChastityHeaven

Lady O wrote:

>a little disturbing that Aarkey reviewed the device and
>ALSO designed their website

Fair enough observation Lady O, but let me answer that he
redesigned our simple website and we gave him a device as
partial payment. Once we were happy with his redesign, we sent
it to him. At that point, we had/have no more "leverage" with
him to ensure a good review, and if you read it carefully, I
think you'll agree that he was honest and had some minor
negatives and that the review "rings" true.

He was quite skeptical that our devices were as good as I told
him, and I believe he states that in his review. "Aarkey" is a
blogger who found us just after we went public with
ChastityHeaven and offered to take our simple website a little
more professional for a freebie device.

We never tried to hide that fact, and if there were a conflict
of interest, maybe we would have hidden that fact. That is the
extent of the relationship, and the reason I am publicly asking
other DOMestic readers to review our device and our devices is
to alleviate doubts about us both here as well as on
orgasmdenial and anywhere else for that matter...

(SORRY Ms Christine, I really didn't mean to leave you out, I
thought that it was a "given" that DOMestic readers would post
here)

This should demonstrate our desire to be open and accommodating
to public reviews, no one is asking you to take Aarkey's review
as "true" but to see it along other reviews in order to be able
to make up your own mind with multiple inputs from different
readers.

We feel the best advertising is word of mouth, and after a few
months of excellent feedback from dozens of customers, we
thought it wise to give a little "nudge" to some of them here,
knowing we have DOMestic readers as customers.

Sure, we've had some problems along the way, but every time
there was a problem, we have done our best to make our customers
happy and to the best of our knowledge, we have done so every
time. We are sincere and dedicated to the chastity lifestyle,
and we want every customer to experience why we call ourselves
chastity "heaven" :-)

We have customers with just about every competitors devices and
they say we're the most comfortable. We sold about a dozen
devices last week and they have all shipped by today except for
one, and that was ordered late in the week, so we strive for
quick shipping and happy customers. We guarantee to ship within
2 weeks of the order and are usually much quicker.

That being said, everyone is not going to go on and on raving
about us and there have been bumps in the road, but we do our
best, and we're there for you after we have your money too. I'm
hoping we can get some acknowledgement of that fact, especially
if there are any readers here who did get a device that needed
to be adjusted after you received it.

These are our best reviews because we already had their money
and had nothing more to gain financially from them. But we
always take care to follow through on customer service in order
to create a network of customers who are happy to recommend us.
That's what I'm here to encourage, openly and honestly, and we
admire the skeptics and want to win them over too :-)

Like "aarkey", "orgasmdenial" found us and approached us and
asked if they could obtain a device in order to review it on
their site. Yes, they got a "freebie" and we're not hiding that
fact, but think about it, once it's in their hands, like with
aarkey, we have no leverage to get them to say anything they
don't want to say.

We're not perfect, but we do try hard and we want to be here for
years to come. That's why we're encouraging our customers to
help spread the word about us, ESPECIALLY ones who have had some
problems or bumps in the road, so they can tell about our
service in handling those bumps. I invite any questions here
publicly and I will answer them all to the best of my ability.
Fair enough? Thanks for both your skepticism as well as your
consideration :-)

I'm sure there will be some negatives along the way, but I know
they will be minor in the scheme of things. We're opening
ourselves up to public scrutiny and I don't know what more we
can do except to let the free flow of information to make or
break us.

Thanks again!

ChastityHeaven.com

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S: Jim's Story - part nine
Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part nine

The next morning, I got up early and made coffee. But what about
lusting? Where in my head do I turn it off? Maybe after I do
this for a while it will not be so overwhelming? I brought the
coffee up. Kissed the sleeping Sarah and waited.

She woke up, smiled at me, and said: "Did you curtsy when you
went out and came in?"

I was thinking about lying, but it was my wife, so I said, "No
Miss Sarah, you were sleeping."

Sarah said: "Dear Jim, you don't understand, we never said
except when we're sleeping, and besides you don't know for sure
that I was sleeping, tell mom that you forgot to curtsy and are
being tiresomely argumentative, maybe she needs to soap your
mouth more."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll tell her."

Then she got up and sipped at the coffee and told me how nice it
was to have it. Then we went into the bathroom, Sarah holding
the coffee and I attending to her. Sarah wanted a shower and
wanted me to help but wouldn't let me remove the girdle. I felt
like I was dressed in the shower and I washed all of her. I
found it thrilling to wash her legs on my knees and look up at
her and see her shape. Then stand and wash her pussy and ass and
work up her chest to her boobs. I was sort of dripping while I
dressed her, so she dismissed me to prepare her breakfast.

I had most of the food staged and put it onto the table in
seconds, and darted out to get the newspaper for her.

So here's the situation. This woman gives me a magnificent BJ,
and then bitches at me that I didn't curtsy and rats me out or
makes me confess to the superbitch. She forces me into the
shower, then decides I'm too wet to dress her. It's hard to know
where I stand.

She came down and I warmed up her coffee. I got her some ice
water. She seemed to like the granola and yogurt together. I
make a note to place it in a bowl tomorrow. When she finished, I
got her jacket and coat. I gave her a hug to see if I may kiss
her. She grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and she said:
"Jim, I love you so much."

And she went out the door.

I cleaned the kitchen. I prepared the other grapefruit half for
Kathleen, after cutting the sections I sprinkled on sugar and
cinnamon. I then took coffee for Kathleen. She was sleeping but
I curtsied anyway.

I left her sleeping, curtsied on the way out, and returned to
the kitchen to read the newspaper. I checked Kathleen and she
was up and was happy to have the coffee. And she held it while I
patted her dry.

I was not wet anymore, maybe a little damp, so Kathleen let me
dress her. Today she liked the green panties and bra, and beige
stockings and shiny brown garters. Both of us were observing if
I was lusting. Can one appreciate the feel of nylons rounding
the curves of a lady's leg as erotic without getting aroused?
Especially if you're on your knees looking straight into a bushy
crotch, or if you look up you're staring into naked boobs. I am
genetically disposed to get super aroused, but I was slightly
satiated from Sarah last night and intimidated by yesterday's
beating.

But Kathleen's sexiness won out. She said, "The strap is still
available you know?"

I said, "Yes ma'am, I'm doing my best but you are too lovely."

She slapped me, "You may not talk to me that way, I am your
Mother In Law, you don't talk to me like a girl friend."

I hung may head and said; "I'm terribly sorry Miss Kathleen."

I had gotten her stockings clipped into the garters when she
decided I was lusting. I just had to put her panties on. I did.

She said: "Get the book."

I said, "Yes ma'am." And I found the book, brought it back and
kneeled in front of her.

She said: "Write in 'Disrespectful speaking to mask bestial
lusting,' Does Sarah have any complaints?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, She said I should report that I 'failed to
curtsy and and was tiresomely argumentative and you should soap
my mouth more' but oh please Miss Kathleen, ma'am, no soap."

Kathleen said, "I'm sorry Jim, but I didn't think these
punishments were something that required your approval. Please
write what Sarah requested. I have a responsibility to see that
her wishes are carried out."

I wrote. Then Kathleen asked for the book.

Kathleen said: "I have a new device that I think you will find
effective. We can conduct several punishments at once." Kathleen
continued, "All in good time, how about a blouse and skirt for
me and then breakfast."

I was becoming afraid. What was she going to do? I quickly said:
"Yes ma'am, what may I get you?"

Kathleen said, "Skip it for now, let's have breakfast, then we
will settle our accounts, and then you can finish dressing me."

I said, "Yes ma'am." Then I curtsied and walked into the
kitchen. Poured some coffee, straightened everything and waited
for Miss Kathleen.

When Kathleen came in, I curtsied and said: "What may I get you
Miss Kathleen?"

She saw the grapefruit and the coffee and the newspaper and
cooed "You are so thoughtful, Jim. Let me see, do you have
English muffins?" she asked.

I said: "Yes ma'am, may I toast a couple for you?"

She said, "Yes, and butter them for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I toasted the muffins and buttered them
and put them on a plate and brought jam, and peanut butter. Then
I filled a glass with ice and water and brought it.

Kathleen said: "This is very nice Jim, come here for a kiss."

I bent down and got a kiss on my lip. I gently returned it but
it felt electric, I wanted to tell her how sexy she was but I
knew the best thing to do is not to say anything.

Kathleen said: "Put soapy water into the sink and put these
dishes into it to soak."

I said; "Yes ma'am." I was going to do that anyway. She walked
out and I curtsied.

Kathleen returned and I curtsied.

She said, "Let me show you this ingenious gag. It has this
little hole in the top and a plug for it. I will remove the plug
and fill it with the nice soapy water in the sink. Then I will
plug the top. There are a few very tiny holes in the bottom, the
holes are so tiny, that nothing comes out, but if I squeeze the
ball you see the fluid coming out. You will experience all this.
Lets put it on, when you are finished here you can report to my
room." She then placed the ball in my mouth and fastened it in
the back.

I didn't have a chance to say anything. I could taste the
soapiness of the outside of the gag and I felt a trickle of soap
run down my throat. In the nick of time I turned and curtsied.

I finished wiping and scraping off the food on the dishes, put
them into the dishwasher and hurried to Kathleen's room. I
curtsied but couldn't talk so I kneeled in front of her, sitting
in green panties and bra and garter and stockings, in the chair
where I was first spanked by her.

She said: "Stand by the hook, hands behind you." And she
handcuffed me.

She said: "Your initial term is one hour, any movement will
increase that. I want you to know you will get a dose of the
strap later today, and if you move now I will increase the
number of strokes you get later. I'm going to sit and watch you.
Please remember the soap is trying to help you with tiresome
arguing, and the standing still is to remind you to curtsy. I
expect you to show appreciation for the effort I'm taking to
correct your behavior."

I couldn't talk; I'm not allowed to move.

Talking to myself: "I'm being punished because I didn't curtsy
to a sleeping person and because I pointed out how absurd it was
to curtsy to a sleeping person. And why am I getting a strapping
in the stocks? So is she really there behind me, sitting regally
in green undies, I guess the roles are correct, I wouldn't make
her stand here with the awful soap dripping into her mouth. I
would do anything for her. How could I have fallen in love with
someone 25 years older than me?"

It is totally silent, not even the ticking of a clock.

I can hear her moving now, she went into the bathroom. I heard
the flush, maybe she's back. I'm getting sore in strange places
from standing rigidly still. "I will curtsy to the damn
refrigerator from now on and I won't argue."

Finally I felt her removing the handcuffs, I waited though.

A minute or more went by and she said: "You may come and kneel
down in front of me."

I did, and she leaned forward, her boobs on either side of my
head, and reached around and unsnapped the hook holding the gag
in place, and removed the gag from my mouth.

She said: "What have you to say?"

I said; "I thank you for taking the time to punish me to improve
my behavior."

She said: "What else?"

I said: "I will curtsy at all times and never argue."

She took my head in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips. I
kissed back. I was on fire with desire for her. But she pushed
my head away.

She said: "Were you impressed with the clever gag ball?"

I said: "Yes ma'am that was terrible, I have a tummy ache from
the soap and I have a sore throat."

She said: "You poor little baby, I didn't want to be so severe,
I remember you don't like soap. Maybe I can think of other foul
substances to use, if the event requires it. Now you have chores
to do and we have a correction session afterwards. So you better
get working."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtsied when I left her bedroom.

I vacuumed, emptied the trash and took it out, emptied the
dishwasher, filled it from morning dishes. I dusted, looked
under furniture for dust, and finished in under 90 minutes. Then
I curtsied at Kathleen's doorway and said: "I'm finished with
the house chores." I wanted to add 'ma'am' I was in such a state
of subservience to this woman.

She said, "Strip and put yourself into the stocks, I'll be with
you in a moment."

I fastened the foot straps, and lay my head and hands into the
lower frame. And waited. It turned out to be a long 'moment.'

She came in and closed the top so my head and hands were
imprisoned. She fastened the waist strap and checked the ankle
straps. She moved away and came back with the strap and told me
to hold it in my mouth.

She said: "Hold this strap, it's sort of a gag, if you drop it
you will get five extra strokes. I advise you not to drop it.
The reason you are here is you made an overture to me that was
most unwelcome. You may not make overtures to Sarah or to me.
You may serve us as earnestly as you want, in fact we demand
that you do. But you may not ask, propose or in any way make
overtures. We can use you sexually. We can love you, but all you
can do back is to serve harder. Think about those points while
you are restrained here. I will be back in a while."

Once again I couldn't talk. She closed the blinds and pulled the
curtains closed so I was in a darkened room. She closed the door
and I presume she went out.

This is a bit extreme for me just saying I loved her. Did I say
that? Will I get this for hugging Sarah? I hope it won't be too
hard, but it will probably be harder; I'm actually scared. Oh
please Miss Kathleen. I wanted to get it over with. I'm hoping
an earthquake will happen and swallow me up. Finally the door
opens and she comes in, she's wearing lingerie again.

She takes the strap out of my mouth and she has a towel and
wipes the dripping saliva from my face and the strap.

She says: "Some authorities recommend oiling or wetting a strap
for best effect."

I don't know if I'm to answer.

Then she says: "Have you no comment about that?"

"I find your strap very effective as it is, Miss Kathleen," I
said.

She says: "You will thank me and count the strokes, the stroke
will not count if you fail."

Before I can say "Yes ma'am" I receive a zinger and I scream and
say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, one," and immediately another one
lands even harder than the first, god it hurts, I scream:
"Please, thank you Miss Kathleen, two." And I'm breathing real
hard and another hard one lands, I scream: "God Please, thank
you Miss Kathleen, three."

She lands another one before I finish three, and says: "This one
is three, I recommend you stick to the required recitation
because there might not be enough time."

I'm crying now but I manage: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, three."

She says, "I hate to see you earn extra strokes, so be careful."

This went on, I don't know exactly how many strokes I got or how
many were extra but I don't ever want to experience that again.
She left me sobbing, after a very long time she came back with
Kleenex and wiped my nose and the tears in my eyes and left me
for another long time.

It had gotten dark outside and she came into the room, turned on
the light and released me. She helped me get my balance to
release the leg restraints, and watched me get my girdle back
on.

She said: "What have you learned waiting and thinking all this
time?"

I said: "I will never make overtures to you or Miss Sarah, Miss
Kathleen." I almost forgot to address her with the Miss.

She then hugged me and gave me a kiss on the lips that I was
sort of reluctant to return. She said: "If I kiss you, you may
kiss back." She took my head and kissed me again and I kissed
her back as if we were lovers. She said: "You better start
making dinner; Sarah is due home in less than an hour."

I thought 'who was the cause of making me late?' She really left
me in the stocks a long time after the hard beating.

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Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part nine

The next morning, I got up early and made coffee. But what about
lusting? Where in my head do I turn it off? Maybe after I do
this for a while it will not be so overwhelming? I brought the
coffee up. Kissed the sleeping Sarah and waited.

She woke up, smiled at me, and said: "Did you curtsy when you
went out and came in?"

I was thinking about lying, but it was my wife, so I said, "No
Miss Sarah, you were sleeping."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll tell her."

Then she got up and sipped at the coffee and told me how nice it
was to have it. Then we went into the bathroom, Sarah holding
the coffee and I attending to her. Sarah wanted a shower and
wanted me to help but wouldn't let me remove the girdle. I felt
like I was dressed in the shower and I washed all of her. I
found it thrilling to wash her legs on my knees and look up at
her and see her shape. Then stand and wash her pussy and ass and
work up her chest to her boobs. I was sort of dripping while I
dressed her, so she dismissed me to prepare her breakfast.

I had most of the food staged and put it onto the table in
seconds, and darted out to get the newspaper for her.

So here's the situation. This woman gives me a magnificent BJ,
and then bitches at me that I didn't curtsy and rats me out or
makes me confess to the superbitch. She forces me into the
shower, then decides I'm too wet to dress her. It's hard to know
where I stand.

She came down and I warmed up her coffee. I got her some ice
water. She seemed to like the granola and yogurt together. I
make a note to place it in a bowl tomorrow. When she finished, I
got her jacket and coat. I gave her a hug to see if I may kiss
her. She grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and she said:
"Jim, I love you so much."

And she went out the door.

I cleaned the kitchen. I prepared the other grapefruit half for
Kathleen, after cutting the sections I sprinkled on sugar and
cinnamon. I then took coffee for Kathleen. She was sleeping but
I curtsied anyway.

I left her sleeping, curtsied on the way out, and returned to
the kitchen to read the newspaper. I checked Kathleen and she
was up and was happy to have the coffee. And she held it while I
patted her dry.

I was not wet anymore, maybe a little damp, so Kathleen let me
dress her. Today she liked the green panties and bra, and beige
stockings and shiny brown garters. Both of us were observing if
I was lusting. Can one appreciate the feel of nylons rounding
the curves of a lady's leg as erotic without getting aroused?
Especially if you're on your knees looking straight into a bushy
crotch, or if you look up you're staring into naked boobs. I am
genetically disposed to get super aroused, but I was slightly
satiated from Sarah last night and intimidated by yesterday's
beating.

But Kathleen's sexiness won out. She said, "The strap is still
available you know?"

I said, "Yes ma'am, I'm doing my best but you are too lovely."

She slapped me, "You may not talk to me that way, I am your
Mother In Law, you don't talk to me like a girl friend."

I hung may head and said; "I'm terribly sorry Miss Kathleen."

I had gotten her stockings clipped into the garters when she
decided I was lusting. I just had to put her panties on. I did.

She said: "Get the book."

I said, "Yes ma'am." And I found the book, brought it back and
kneeled in front of her.

She said: "Write in 'Disrespectful speaking to mask bestial
lusting,' Does Sarah have any complaints?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, She said I should report that I 'failed to
curtsy and and was tiresomely argumentative and you should soap
my mouth more' but oh please Miss Kathleen, ma'am, no soap."

Kathleen said, "I'm sorry Jim, but I didn't think these
punishments were something that required your approval. Please
write what Sarah requested. I have a responsibility to see that
her wishes are carried out."

I wrote. Then Kathleen asked for the book.

Kathleen said: "I have a new device that I think you will find
effective. We can conduct several punishments at once." Kathleen
continued, "All in good time, how about a blouse and skirt for
me and then breakfast."

I was becoming afraid. What was she going to do? I quickly said:
"Yes ma'am, what may I get you?"

Kathleen said, "Skip it for now, let's have breakfast, then we
will settle our accounts, and then you can finish dressing me."

I said, "Yes ma'am." Then I curtsied and walked into the
kitchen. Poured some coffee, straightened everything and waited
for Miss Kathleen.

When Kathleen came in, I curtsied and said: "What may I get you
Miss Kathleen?"

She saw the grapefruit and the coffee and the newspaper and
cooed "You are so thoughtful, Jim. Let me see, do you have
English muffins?" she asked.

I said: "Yes ma'am, may I toast a couple for you?"

She said, "Yes, and butter them for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I toasted the muffins and buttered them
and put them on a plate and brought jam, and peanut butter. Then
I filled a glass with ice and water and brought it.

Kathleen said: "This is very nice Jim, come here for a kiss."

I bent down and got a kiss on my lip. I gently returned it but
it felt electric, I wanted to tell her how sexy she was but I
knew the best thing to do is not to say anything.

Kathleen said: "Put soapy water into the sink and put these
dishes into it to soak."

I said; "Yes ma'am." I was going to do that anyway. She walked
out and I curtsied.

Kathleen returned and I curtsied.

She said, "Let me show you this ingenious gag. It has this
little hole in the top and a plug for it. I will remove the plug
and fill it with the nice soapy water in the sink. Then I will
plug the top. There are a few very tiny holes in the bottom, the
holes are so tiny, that nothing comes out, but if I squeeze the
ball you see the fluid coming out. You will experience all this.
Lets put it on, when you are finished here you can report to my
room." She then placed the ball in my mouth and fastened it in
the back.

I didn't have a chance to say anything. I could taste the
soapiness of the outside of the gag and I felt a trickle of soap
run down my throat. In the nick of time I turned and curtsied.

I finished wiping and scraping off the food on the dishes, put
them into the dishwasher and hurried to Kathleen's room. I
curtsied but couldn't talk so I kneeled in front of her, sitting
in green panties and bra and garter and stockings, in the chair
where I was first spanked by her.

She said: "Stand by the hook, hands behind you." And she
handcuffed me.

She said: "Your initial term is one hour, any movement will
increase that. I want you to know you will get a dose of the
strap later today, and if you move now I will increase the
number of strokes you get later. I'm going to sit and watch you.
Please remember the soap is trying to help you with tiresome
arguing, and the standing still is to remind you to curtsy. I
expect you to show appreciation for the effort I'm taking to
correct your behavior."

I couldn't talk; I'm not allowed to move.

Talking to myself: "I'm being punished because I didn't curtsy
to a sleeping person and because I pointed out how absurd it was
to curtsy to a sleeping person. And why am I getting a strapping
in the stocks? So is she really there behind me, sitting regally
in green undies, I guess the roles are correct, I wouldn't make
her stand here with the awful soap dripping into her mouth. I
would do anything for her. How could I have fallen in love with
someone 25 years older than me?"

It is totally silent, not even the ticking of a clock.

I can hear her moving now, she went into the bathroom. I heard
the flush, maybe she's back. I'm getting sore in strange places
from standing rigidly still. "I will curtsy to the damn
refrigerator from now on and I won't argue."

Finally I felt her removing the handcuffs, I waited though.

A minute or more went by and she said: "You may come and kneel
down in front of me."

I did, and she leaned forward, her boobs on either side of my
head, and reached around and unsnapped the hook holding the gag
in place, and removed the gag from my mouth.

She said: "What have you to say?"

I said; "I thank you for taking the time to punish me to improve
my behavior."

She said: "What else?"

I said: "I will curtsy at all times and never argue."

She took my head in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips. I
kissed back. I was on fire with desire for her. But she pushed
my head away.

She said: "Were you impressed with the clever gag ball?"

I said: "Yes ma'am that was terrible, I have a tummy ache from
the soap and I have a sore throat."

She said: "You poor little baby, I didn't want to be so severe,
I remember you don't like soap. Maybe I can think of other foul
substances to use, if the event requires it. Now you have chores
to do and we have a correction session afterwards. So you better
get working."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtsied when I left her bedroom.

I vacuumed, emptied the trash and took it out, emptied the
dishwasher, filled it from morning dishes. I dusted, looked
under furniture for dust, and finished in under 90 minutes. Then
I curtsied at Kathleen's doorway and said: "I'm finished with
the house chores." I wanted to add 'ma'am' I was in such a state
of subservience to this woman.

She said, "Strip and put yourself into the stocks, I'll be with
you in a moment."

I fastened the foot straps, and lay my head and hands into the
lower frame. And waited. It turned out to be a long 'moment.'

She came in and closed the top so my head and hands were
imprisoned. She fastened the waist strap and checked the ankle
straps. She moved away and came back with the strap and told me
to hold it in my mouth.

She said: "Hold this strap, it's sort of a gag, if you drop it
you will get five extra strokes. I advise you not to drop it.
The reason you are here is you made an overture to me that was
most unwelcome. You may not make overtures to Sarah or to me.
You may serve us as earnestly as you want, in fact we demand
that you do. But you may not ask, propose or in any way make
overtures. We can use you sexually. We can love you, but all you
can do back is to serve harder. Think about those points while
you are restrained here. I will be back in a while."

Once again I couldn't talk. She closed the blinds and pulled the
curtains closed so I was in a darkened room. She closed the door
and I presume she went out.

This is a bit extreme for me just saying I loved her. Did I say
that? Will I get this for hugging Sarah? I hope it won't be too
hard, but it will probably be harder; I'm actually scared. Oh
please Miss Kathleen. I wanted to get it over with. I'm hoping
an earthquake will happen and swallow me up. Finally the door
opens and she comes in, she's wearing lingerie again.

She takes the strap out of my mouth and she has a towel and
wipes the dripping saliva from my face and the strap.

She says: "Some authorities recommend oiling or wetting a strap
for best effect."

I don't know if I'm to answer.

Then she says: "Have you no comment about that?"

"I find your strap very effective as it is, Miss Kathleen," I
said.

She says: "You will thank me and count the strokes, the stroke
will not count if you fail."

Before I can say "Yes ma'am" I receive a zinger and I scream and
say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, one," and immediately another one
lands even harder than the first, god it hurts, I scream:
"Please, thank you Miss Kathleen, two." And I'm breathing real
hard and another hard one lands, I scream: "God Please, thank
you Miss Kathleen, three."

She lands another one before I finish three, and says: "This one
is three, I recommend you stick to the required recitation
because there might not be enough time."

I'm crying now but I manage: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, three."

She says, "I hate to see you earn extra strokes, so be careful."

This went on, I don't know exactly how many strokes I got or how
many were extra but I don't ever want to experience that again.
She left me sobbing, after a very long time she came back with
Kleenex and wiped my nose and the tears in my eyes and left me
for another long time.

It had gotten dark outside and she came into the room, turned on
the light and released me. She helped me get my balance to
release the leg restraints, and watched me get my girdle back
on.

She said: "What have you learned waiting and thinking all this
time?"

I said: "I will never make overtures to you or Miss Sarah, Miss
Kathleen." I almost forgot to address her with the Miss.

She then hugged me and gave me a kiss on the lips that I was
sort of reluctant to return. She said: "If I kiss you, you may
kiss back." She took my head and kissed me again and I kissed
her back as if we were lovers. She said: "You better start
making dinner; Sarah is due home in less than an hour."

I thought 'who was the cause of making me late?' She really left
me in the stocks a long time after the hard beating.

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 17:43:22 -0500
From: Danielle

Christine wrote:

>humiliating men. I like to have my doggy slave hump something
>without using his "front paws"

The coffee table is a nice thing to have our worthless doggies
hump. Here is another idea that my slave seemed to find rather
humiliating. Once I lubed the toilet, cuffed his hands behind
his back, turned out the lights, closed the door, made him hump
the toilet and bark until he came in the toilet. He was barking
for sometime in order to get enough friction! LOL

Danielle

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 02:17:40 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Danielle wrote:

>I lubed the toilet, cuffed his hands behind his back, turned
>out the lights, closed the door, made him hump the toilet and
>bark until he came in the toilet

Wicked! I Love it.

As I've probably discussed here in the past, but have certainly
discussed in the FD software, one variation I use is to make
David hump the toilet while I watch. I tell him to lay on his
back, wrap his legs around the toilet, and hump his body upwards
against the cold ceramic base.

Sat on the toilet seat myself I'm in an ideal position to
verbally humiliate him as he attempts to get some satisfaction.
It's quite difficult for him to achieve a "spurt" humping
against something so cold! Especially in that awkward position.
So I might get bored and he'll go without.

But, if I want to ensure he does 'spurt' I only have to sit
fully dressed on the toilet seat and spread my legs either side
of him. Then he can be told to try and look up my skirt as he
does it.

Then I only have to say something like "You like looking up
women's skirts don't you wanker", and that always does the
trick.

sincerely,
Christine

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P: male sub, 33, looking for FemDom in Orange/LA area, CA
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2010 00:13:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex T

Hello everyone, let me introduce myself:

Basics: 33 yrs old, professional, 190 lbs
Location: Orange County, CA
Qualifications: inexperienced sub wishing to serve a Mistress, Ma'am
Orientation: open-minded but inexperienced

I have been exploring BDSM for quite some time and I have made a
lot of contacts. Each day I am learning more about myself and
what I am interested in finding in the way of a Mistress or a
Ma'am.

The best way I can describe the dominant woman I am looking for
is a woman that can rule me with an iron fist in a velvet glove.
A strong voice demanding my obedience gets me.

What I want to find is a caring but stern woman - one who has a
clean, warm, friendly and inviting look. You are a regular PTA
and soccer mom in public, but in private you know how to
discipline me and push my limits.

I do not care if you have a great deal of experience - I am new
to submission and I probably won't even know the difference!

Some aspects of me you should know about me: I do enjoy doing
household chores for you. I am not into giving or taking pain.
Occasional slapping and a squeeze of my body parts are ok. I
would love to go shopping with mistress to adult stores or even
regular stores. Finally, regarding sex, I ejaculate prematurely
and have a small dick. So, not really capable of sex. However, I
derive all my pleasure from giving Oral. (especially on a beach
under moon lighting)

Outside I am shy and quiet and reserved. I am college educated
and professionally employed and I am looking for a woman of
equal or great accomplishment. Our relationship will be based on
mutual respect and class.

If you feel our personalities might be a match please, Ma'am,
do not hesitate to contact me.

Looking forward to hearing from you soon.

Sincerely,
Alex
akra_sd@yahoo.com
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Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
Date: 17 Jan 2010 20:20:45 -0000
From: Lady O

slaveboy - ChastityHeaven wrote:

>I just had the pleasure of reading a new update written by
>"Aarkey"

I find it a little disturbing that Aarkey reviewed the device
and ALSO designed their website... conflict of interest?

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Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 15:20:09 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Lady O wrote:

>conflict of interest?

My suggestion just posted a moment ago at:-

http://u4ds.com/2010/01/chastity_heaven_reviews_and_pr.shtml#c007346

is that it would be a good idea to read some experiences of
DOMestic readers right here on the the DOMestic blog. Perhaps
that would be helpful as well as interesting for all?

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

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U: Chastity Heaven reviews and prices
Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 14:26:18 -0800 (PST)
From: slaveboy - chastityheaven

In "Re: C: chastity for small penis?" Danielle said in November:-

>"I went to the chastity heaven web site. Very impressive and
>reasonably priced. I will definitely consider that."

Hi to Danielle and everyone at DOMestic.

A host of problems have kept me from posting for about a month
or two, but things are returning to normal. I plan on posting
more here soon about the chastity lifestyle.

I don't know if Danielle has made a purchase from us yet, but in
case you, or any DOMestic reader, are still considering doing
so, I want to give all readers a "heads up" that our prices are
going up beginning Feb. 1st.

For those who may be interested, but unsure about us, we have
posted a couple of newer reviews at Chastity Heaven News,
"Aarkey" has done a follow-up review of the ChastityHeaven
'Cage' model at his blog, and there will be an ongoing
review/blog at a major chastity 'orgasm denial' website.

The site owner has ordered his "Cage" model and it's on its way
to him in Canada right now, and the blog has already been
started and can be accessed at "Chastity Heaven - A Real-Life
Trial"

I am inviting any DOMestic readers who are also customers of
ChastityHeaven to go to the above blog and write about your
experience dealing with us and wearing our devices.

We're getting excellent feedback from customers (and we have
customers who own devices from just about every competitor of
ours) who tell us we're the sleekest and most comfortable
devices out there. And, we're getting busier every week, as
business has been steadily building steam and orders are coming
in from around the world! We're just a few months old and we've
gone from selling less than one a week to more than one a day
because of word of mouth on the Internet! That says we're doing
something right.

Many thanks to Ms Christine and David for allowing us to post
here. Many of our customers have told us they first heard about
ChastityHeaven here on DOMestic.

If anyone has any questions concerning our devices, please
contact us via the "Contact Us" link on the website at:-

Chastity Heaven Chastity Scene & Friends

because I don't check my older address very often anymore.

There will be new models available in 2010 and new
customizations. Our security upgrade is also available but
hasn't been posted to the site as yet. If you've been putting
off your purchase, getting your order in before Feb 1st will
save you between $15.00 and $50.00, depending on the model you
choose.

We hope some DOMestic readers who are also customers will put
their 2 cents in at the "orgasmdenial blog" listed above. It
will be interesting to see how this all unfolds and what the
reviews will be like there. Please, any of our customers who are
reading this, come join in and help spread the word about
ChastityHeaven chastity devices!

THANKS!

ChastityHeaven.com

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Re: U: Chastity Heaven reviews and prices
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 15:08:03 -0000

Hello,

slaveboy - chastityheaven wrote:

>I am inviting any DOMestic readers who are also customers of
>ChastityHeaven to go to the above blog and write about your
>experience dealing with us and wearing our devices.

And I'm also inviting any DOMestic readers who are also
customers of ChastityHeaven to also post their experiences here
in response to this post. By all means post elsewhere, but if
you heard about the device on DOMestic, then it would seem fair
to share your experiences with other DOMestic readers.

>We hope some DOMestic readers who are also customers will put
>their 2 cents in at the "orgasmdenial blog"

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S: Jim's Story - part eight
Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part eight

It is morning, only my fourth day of slavery, it seemed I've
been doing this forever. I made the coffee. Took coffee to
Sarah, helped her on the potty, emergency pedicure, dressed her,
applied foundation and eye liner, left to prepare breakfast.

Granola and yogurt, juice and coffee. Not much but I got a big
hug. For Kathleen, English muffins and poached eggs with bacon
and coffee.

I followed Kathleen to her bedroom and removed the robe and
slippers and gave her a massage, then a manicure and pedicure
then I bathed her and dressed her.

I went back to the kitchen and cleaned up. I vacuumed the whole
house, cleaned Miss Sarah's room and Miss Kathleen's room. It
was almost noon. I found Kathleen in the family room watching
TV. I curtsied and stood next to Miss Kathleen and even though I
had put the perfume on her, its scent was making me heady.

I stood and waited. I knew she liked to keep me waiting and I
just had to be patient. Finally she asked me to kneel down and
my head was put between her knees. She told me to go to her
bedroom and remove all my clothes and lie on her bed and wait
for her. I remembered to curtsy and went to her room.

Of course I waited and waited. Finally she came in, lifted her
dress, pulled down her panties and sat down on my face. Since I
was naked she could see I had a very hard erection which is
conclusive evidence of lusting. My nose was in her ass and my
tongue was trying to get into her pussy but the angle was wrong.
Breathing was difficult.

She finally got off of my face but had not had a climax. I said:
"Miss Kathleen I apologize for my ineffective performance."

"So you should, but you will suffer seriously for it, I will
accept your apology then," she said.

"Now let's see if you can do better on your knees?" she said.
Then she sat down in the chair.

I immediately kneeled down and got to work. She was really
demanding. She pulled on my hair and grabbed the back of my head
and pulled tighter, and came once but demanded coming twice
before releasing me.

"Put on the girdle," she said.

Again I felt this was so unfair, but after the beating, I did
what she ordered. I realized it was getting late, I curtsied.

"May I start dinner, Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

"Bring me a glass of sherry first," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I said. And curtsied and went to get the sherry.

I returned with a 3 oz glass of Sherry, curtsied and then knelt
in front of her to present the glass.

"Stay there," she said and took the glass from me.

It was okay with me because now I adored this woman and wanted
to be on my knees in front of her. She had a few sips. "Go
prepare dinner," she said.

Of course I said: "Yes Ma'am" and curtsied and went to the
kitchen.

I fixed dinner, it was more opening packages and cutting a few
vegetables than cooking.

Was I now in love with Sarah's mother? But it was Sarah who
effectively was avoiding me.

Sarah arrived home. We hugged and kissed, she more energetic
than usual. "How are you Jim?" she asked.

"Very good, thank you Miss Sarah," I said.

"I understand you had a hard day yesterday," Sarah said.

"I was beaten with a strap and left in the stocks for a long
time," I said.

"I hope it wasn't on my account," Sarah said.

I said: "It was partially because I told Miss Kathleen you said
I needed work on lusting as you had instructed me to."

"Did it work?" Sarah asked.

"Yes Miss Sarah, it did," I said.

"Show me," Sarah said.

I pulled down my girdle and Sarah touched the welts on my
backside.

"Do you think you learned your lesson?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, I did," I said. I knew this was to humiliate me and
I knew I had to just suffer.

"What else were you beaten for?" she questioned.

"I lusted after Miss Kathleen," I said. I didn't like the way
this was going.

"Are you now cured of that also?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am," I said and wished we could end this. "Would Miss
Sarah like dinner?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"That's very good. Did you make dinner?" she said.

"Yes ma'am, would you like me to serve it?" I said.

"I'm sorry that I don't have the time to discipline you myself.
Maybe after dinner I can add to your resolve to stop lusting,
would you like that?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am," I said, thinking that Sarah beating me would draw
us closer.

"Then let's have dinner right away so we will have time to do it
properly," she said.

I got Kathleen and served dinner, poured wine and stood at
attention while they ate and talked.

Sarah said: "Jim wants me to discipline him for lusting after
dinner."

Kathleen said: "I think it's hard to get enough of a good
thing."

I knew I was being baited but I knew better than to enter that
conversation.

Sarah said: "What do you recommend?"

Kathleen said: "I think he doesn't like the stocks and he hasn't
been caned so that would be effective, but I think a gag might
be in order, he was making a lot of noise from just the strap."

I shivered and refilled the wine glasses.

Sarah said: "Lets gag him now, if he is going to get punished,
he shouldn't get dinner. And besides I wouldn't want to beat him
with a full stomach," she giggled. "I mean his full stomach,"
Sarah said.

Kathleen said: "In my room on the dresser by the window in the
bottom drawer, go get it."

I curtsied twice and said: "Yes ma'am."

I found the device; it had a ball and straps extending out. I
was not real happy about any of this. I returned to the dining
room and curtsied twice and placed the ball-gag between the
ladies and asked if I might pour more wine.

Kathleen said: "Please fill our glasses. Then come here and I'll
put this on you."

"Yes ma'am," I said. I filled the glasses and then knelt down
between Sarah and Kathleen.

Kathleen said: "The ball goes in your mouth like this." She
placed it into my mouth which I opened wide for her. "Then the
strap goes behind your head and is fastened with this clasp. I
expect you to do this yourself when you're instructed to," she
continued.

Sarah said: "You may clear the table and clean the kitchen, I
think we don't have to tell you not to drink the wine." Sarah
giggled.

I did and it was a strange experience having a ball in one's
mouth. It only took about fifteen minutes. I wish it took longer
because I was very nervous about Sarah's mood and I don't like
canes and I'm quite sore already.

The ladies went into the family room and had turned on the TV.
Maybe they were going to watch TV, but I dutifully went in and
curtsied to both of them and tried to stand somewhat dignified,
but it's hard with a ball in your mouth and a ladies long-legged
panty girdle for clothing.

I waited for some time until Sarah said: "Go fasten yourself
into the stocks, we will be along, and pull down your pants."

I said: "Yes ma'am," curtsied and left.

I fastened my ankles and pulled the waist belt over myself but I
couldn't fasten it, then I put my head and hands into the
stocks, but the top bar was up, so I was able to get back up and
pull down the girdle, and back into the bottom cutouts and
waited.

I knew that part of their discipline was making me wait, and I
indeed suffered, I kept wondering if it would be very painful,
could I stand it, will they make me wait in the stocks like this
all evening.

Kathleen came in by herself, she lowered the top of the stocks
so I was imprisoned and took out of her dresser a long hooked
cane. She swished it in the air and kissed me on the head and
said: "Sarah seems to be in a funny state tonight."

I was left alone. After a long time both ladies came in. Sarah
said: "I think you've needed this for a long time. I hope I can
do justice to the task."

Sarah continued: "Mom said she had you thanking her for the
strap and counting the strokes, it's too bad you're gagged;
maybe next time."

Next I felt more pain that I had in my life. It felt like a
knife cutting into me. I wriggled and groaned and then there was
another monstrous stroke. I think there were ten or twelve. No
one said anything, just stroke after stroke. It's a good thing I
couldn't break free because I would have. When I didn't get any
strokes for a while I assumed it was over. Then the lights went
out and the door was closed. I just hung there and sobbed with a
ball in my mouth.

After what was at least thirty or forty minutes, the door
opened, and I could tell it was Kathleen who came over and
removed the gag. She left with no word or gesture and closed the
door.

Another thirty or forty minutes passed and Sarah released me
from the stocks and took my limp penis in her hand and led me
into the family room, while I hopped and struggled to keep up,
with the girdle around my ankles.

Then I was guided down onto my knees in the family room and my
face was in Sarah's pussy. I licked and licked for what went on
for a very long time before my head was released.

Then Sarah raised her legs into the air and said: "I want your
tongue in my ass." And again my face was buried, and again I had
to struggle to breathe and I felt her hands around my head and
then she grabbed my ears and started pulling. I suffered more
pain from this woman on this night than in our entire marriage.
Finally she let go, and she told me to pull up the girdle.

Then Sarah applied the now familiar handcuffs and told me to go
to the top of the stairs and face the wall and not move until
she came up.

I had to say: "Yes ma'am," and I curtsied twice and went
upstairs.

I had the feeling that these ladies were competing with each
other, who could discipline me more. Certainly all the suffering
today was unwarranted by my behaviour. And Sarah tricked me into
asking to be beaten; and then so hard.

I tried to stand as still as I could but I had taken a very
severe beating and I was feeling somewhat weak.

Finally I could feel Sarah coming up the steps. She was behind
me, she stopped. Then she walked into her (our) bedroom. She
took off her dress and dropped it on the floor and came and
unlocked my handcuffs and said: "You may follow me."

I did and when we got into the bedroom she said: "Pick up the
dress and hang it in the closet."

I glanced at her and she was in her undies. I would have lusted
but I wasn't in the mood anymore. I guessed it was the beatings,
maybe it worked. After I hung up the dress, Sarah said: "Now I
don't know what to do with you. Would you like to sleep with
me?"

"Yes please, Miss Sarah," I said.

She pulled the sheet and blanket down and we got onto the bed.

She said, "Start kissing my feet and work up, I'll tell you when
to stop."

I started with her toes but I really wasn't in the mood, but I
wasn't going to let an opportunity like this go by. I started
getting into it as I was kissing the backs of her knees and she
started touching me, I was kissing her ass and she started
running her hands in my hair, then I moved around to her pussy
and kissed all around and tried to kiss just inside, when she
told me to stop and to lie on my back.

Then she climbed on top so her pussy was over my mouth and she
had my now erect penis in her mouth. I had to think about the
stock market to keep from coming right away, but I managed to
hold on until she came. She sort of convulsed, tightening her
thighs (which squeezed my head) and swallowing motions with her
mouth and throat, and all that set me off.

I was amazed. This wild woman was my wife. I got Kleenex and
handed it to Sarah and lay down next to her and cuddled. I
kissed her head, and eyes, and face, and neck and lips,
especially the lips, softly and hard. I wanted to talk about us
but we just lay silently with our thoughts.

I guess I dozed off. But I was awakened because there was a
pussy on my face. Sarah wanted it again. I got to work. When she
was done she cuddled back and I kissed until she fell asleep.

What a day. I was beaten so hard I don't know if I will be able
to walk tomorrow, and my wife who viciously beat me gave me the
wildest sex of our marriage. I think Sarah has been liberated in
some way. I guess I was the oppressor, even though it wasn't
intentional. Now she is my oppressor, my last thought before
falling asleep was that I liked it.

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Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part eight

It is morning, only my fourth day of slavery, it seemed I've
been doing this forever. I made the coffee. Took coffee to
Sarah, helped her on the potty, emergency pedicure, dressed her,
applied foundation and eye liner, left to prepare breakfast.

Granola and yogurt, juice and coffee. Not much but I got a big
hug. For Kathleen, English muffins and poached eggs with bacon
and coffee.

I followed Kathleen to her bedroom and removed the robe and
slippers and gave her a massage, then a manicure and pedicure
then I bathed her and dressed her.

I stood and waited. I knew she liked to keep me waiting and I
just had to be patient. Finally she asked me to kneel down and
my head was put between her knees. She told me to go to her
bedroom and remove all my clothes and lie on her bed and wait
for her. I remembered to curtsy and went to her room.

Of course I waited and waited. Finally she came in, lifted her
dress, pulled down her panties and sat down on my face. Since I
was naked she could see I had a very hard erection which is
conclusive evidence of lusting. My nose was in her ass and my
tongue was trying to get into her pussy but the angle was wrong.
Breathing was difficult.

She finally got off of my face but had not had a climax. I said:
"Miss Kathleen I apologize for my ineffective performance."

"So you should, but you will suffer seriously for it, I will
accept your apology then," she said.

"Now let's see if you can do better on your knees?" she said.
Then she sat down in the chair.

I immediately kneeled down and got to work. She was really
demanding. She pulled on my hair and grabbed the back of my head
and pulled tighter, and came once but demanded coming twice
before releasing me.

"Put on the girdle," she said.

Again I felt this was so unfair, but after the beating, I did
what she ordered. I realized it was getting late, I curtsied.

"May I start dinner, Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

"Bring me a glass of sherry first," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I said. And curtsied and went to get the sherry.

I returned with a 3 oz glass of Sherry, curtsied and then knelt
in front of her to present the glass.

"Stay there," she said and took the glass from me.

It was okay with me because now I adored this woman and wanted
to be on my knees in front of her. She had a few sips. "Go
prepare dinner," she said.

Of course I said: "Yes Ma'am" and curtsied and went to the
kitchen.

I fixed dinner, it was more opening packages and cutting a few
vegetables than cooking.

Was I now in love with Sarah's mother? But it was Sarah who
effectively was avoiding me.

Sarah arrived home. We hugged and kissed, she more energetic
than usual. "How are you Jim?" she asked.

"Very good, thank you Miss Sarah," I said.

"I understand you had a hard day yesterday," Sarah said.

"I was beaten with a strap and left in the stocks for a long
time," I said.

"I hope it wasn't on my account," Sarah said.

I said: "It was partially because I told Miss Kathleen you said
I needed work on lusting as you had instructed me to."

"Did it work?" Sarah asked.

"Yes Miss Sarah, it did," I said.

"Show me," Sarah said.

I pulled down my girdle and Sarah touched the welts on my
backside.

"Do you think you learned your lesson?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, I did," I said. I knew this was to humiliate me and
I knew I had to just suffer.

"What else were you beaten for?" she questioned.

"I lusted after Miss Kathleen," I said. I didn't like the way
this was going.

"Are you now cured of that also?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am," I said and wished we could end this. "Would Miss
Sarah like dinner?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"That's very good. Did you make dinner?" she said.

"Yes ma'am, would you like me to serve it?" I said.

"I'm sorry that I don't have the time to discipline you myself.
Maybe after dinner I can add to your resolve to stop lusting,
would you like that?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am," I said, thinking that Sarah beating me would draw
us closer.

"Then let's have dinner right away so we will have time to do it
properly," she said.

I got Kathleen and served dinner, poured wine and stood at
attention while they ate and talked.

Sarah said: "Jim wants me to discipline him for lusting after
dinner."

Kathleen said: "I think it's hard to get enough of a good
thing."

I knew I was being baited but I knew better than to enter that
conversation.

Sarah said: "What do you recommend?"

Kathleen said: "I think he doesn't like the stocks and he hasn't
been caned so that would be effective, but I think a gag might
be in order, he was making a lot of noise from just the strap."

I shivered and refilled the wine glasses.

Sarah said: "Lets gag him now, if he is going to get punished,
he shouldn't get dinner. And besides I wouldn't want to beat him
with a full stomach," she giggled. "I mean his full stomach,"
Sarah said.

Kathleen said: "In my room on the dresser by the window in the
bottom drawer, go get it."

I curtsied twice and said: "Yes ma'am."

I found the device; it had a ball and straps extending out. I
was not real happy about any of this. I returned to the dining
room and curtsied twice and placed the ball-gag between the
ladies and asked if I might pour more wine.

Kathleen said: "Please fill our glasses. Then come here and I'll
put this on you."

"Yes ma'am," I said. I filled the glasses and then knelt down
between Sarah and Kathleen.

Kathleen said: "The ball goes in your mouth like this." She
placed it into my mouth which I opened wide for her. "Then the
strap goes behind your head and is fastened with this clasp. I
expect you to do this yourself when you're instructed to," she
continued.

Sarah said: "You may clear the table and clean the kitchen, I
think we don't have to tell you not to drink the wine." Sarah
giggled.

I did and it was a strange experience having a ball in one's
mouth. It only took about fifteen minutes. I wish it took longer
because I was very nervous about Sarah's mood and I don't like
canes and I'm quite sore already.

The ladies went into the family room and had turned on the TV.
Maybe they were going to watch TV, but I dutifully went in and
curtsied to both of them and tried to stand somewhat dignified,
but it's hard with a ball in your mouth and a ladies long-legged
panty girdle for clothing.

I waited for some time until Sarah said: "Go fasten yourself
into the stocks, we will be along, and pull down your pants."

I said: "Yes ma'am," curtsied and left.

I fastened my ankles and pulled the waist belt over myself but I
couldn't fasten it, then I put my head and hands into the
stocks, but the top bar was up, so I was able to get back up and
pull down the girdle, and back into the bottom cutouts and
waited.

I knew that part of their discipline was making me wait, and I
indeed suffered, I kept wondering if it would be very painful,
could I stand it, will they make me wait in the stocks like this
all evening.

Kathleen came in by herself, she lowered the top of the stocks
so I was imprisoned and took out of her dresser a long hooked
cane. She swished it in the air and kissed me on the head and
said: "Sarah seems to be in a funny state tonight."

I was left alone. After a long time both ladies came in. Sarah
said: "I think you've needed this for a long time. I hope I can
do justice to the task."

Sarah continued: "Mom said she had you thanking her for the
strap and counting the strokes, it's too bad you're gagged;
maybe next time."

Next I felt more pain that I had in my life. It felt like a
knife cutting into me. I wriggled and groaned and then there was
another monstrous stroke. I think there were ten or twelve. No
one said anything, just stroke after stroke. It's a good thing I
couldn't break free because I would have. When I didn't get any
strokes for a while I assumed it was over. Then the lights went
out and the door was closed. I just hung there and sobbed with a
ball in my mouth.

After what was at least thirty or forty minutes, the door
opened, and I could tell it was Kathleen who came over and
removed the gag. She left with no word or gesture and closed the
door.

Another thirty or forty minutes passed and Sarah released me
from the stocks and took my limp penis in her hand and led me
into the family room, while I hopped and struggled to keep up,
with the girdle around my ankles.

Then I was guided down onto my knees in the family room and my
face was in Sarah's pussy. I licked and licked for what went on
for a very long time before my head was released.

Then Sarah raised her legs into the air and said: "I want your
tongue in my ass." And again my face was buried, and again I had
to struggle to breathe and I felt her hands around my head and
then she grabbed my ears and started pulling. I suffered more
pain from this woman on this night than in our entire marriage.
Finally she let go, and she told me to pull up the girdle.

Then Sarah applied the now familiar handcuffs and told me to go
to the top of the stairs and face the wall and not move until
she came up.

I had to say: "Yes ma'am," and I curtsied twice and went
upstairs.

I had the feeling that these ladies were competing with each
other, who could discipline me more. Certainly all the suffering
today was unwarranted by my behaviour. And Sarah tricked me into
asking to be beaten; and then so hard.

I tried to stand as still as I could but I had taken a very
severe beating and I was feeling somewhat weak.

Finally I could feel Sarah coming up the steps. She was behind
me, she stopped. Then she walked into her (our) bedroom. She
took off her dress and dropped it on the floor and came and
unlocked my handcuffs and said: "You may follow me."

I did and when we got into the bedroom she said: "Pick up the
dress and hang it in the closet."

I glanced at her and she was in her undies. I would have lusted
but I wasn't in the mood anymore. I guessed it was the beatings,
maybe it worked. After I hung up the dress, Sarah said: "Now I
don't know what to do with you. Would you like to sleep with
me?"

"Yes please, Miss Sarah," I said.

She pulled the sheet and blanket down and we got onto the bed.

She said, "Start kissing my feet and work up, I'll tell you when
to stop."

I started with her toes but I really wasn't in the mood, but I
wasn't going to let an opportunity like this go by. I started
getting into it as I was kissing the backs of her knees and she
started touching me, I was kissing her ass and she started
running her hands in my hair, then I moved around to her pussy
and kissed all around and tried to kiss just inside, when she
told me to stop and to lie on my back.

Then she climbed on top so her pussy was over my mouth and she
had my now erect penis in her mouth. I had to think about the
stock market to keep from coming right away, but I managed to
hold on until she came. She sort of convulsed, tightening her
thighs (which squeezed my head) and swallowing motions with her
mouth and throat, and all that set me off.

I was amazed. This wild woman was my wife. I got Kleenex and
handed it to Sarah and lay down next to her and cuddled. I
kissed her head, and eyes, and face, and neck and lips,
especially the lips, softly and hard. I wanted to talk about us
but we just lay silently with our thoughts.

I guess I dozed off. But I was awakened because there was a
pussy on my face. Sarah wanted it again. I got to work. When she
was done she cuddled back and I kissed until she fell asleep.

What a day. I was beaten so hard I don't know if I will be able
to walk tomorrow, and my wife who viciously beat me gave me the
wildest sex of our marriage. I think Sarah has been liberated in
some way. I guess I was the oppressor, even though it wasn't
intentional. Now she is my oppressor, my last thought before
falling asleep was that I liked it.

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C: humiliating my slave-dog
Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:11:07 -0500
From: Danielle

Hi All:

I thought you might enjoy what I just did to my slave today. I
wanted to remind him of who is in charge of his dignity so...

I made him go to the local gay bath house. We live in a large
city and I sent him to an upscale nice place. I made him spend
two hours naked in front of all the real men. You see, my slave
has a very small penis and no body hair because I have had him
laser it off. Anyway, I gave him instructions to stand in front
of the mirror and shave, take steam shower, and so on. All
without a towel or anything to cover him. I also made him arrive
and leave wearing his big black leather collar.

When he got home I made him jerk off onto a newspaper like a dog
while I watched.

Happy New Year to all....

Danielle

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:24:16 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Danielle wrote:

>When he got home I made him jerk off onto a newspaper like a
>dog while I watched.

Lovely! Watching them make such fools of themselves.

I do love doggy games as a way of humiliating men. I like to
have my doggy slave hump something without using his "front
paws" to touch himself. It's usually a low footstool taking the
place of a small female dog, but sometimes I have him actually
mount the coffee table in front of me as though he were trying
to impregnate a much bigger "bitch".

It's best to find a way to avoid a mess, unless you plan on
having him lick it up, because male doggies do tend to spurt all
over the place. The newspaper is a nice touch Danielle. We
wouldn't want doggies to make a nasty mess on the furniture
would we? :-)

sincerely,
Christine

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C: male maid 24/7 dressed as female
Date: 5 Jan 2010 00:29:57 -0000
From: Fastdrop

I just received my membership recently and would like to say
hello to everyone.

A little about myself I have been married to my wife/Mistress
for 21 years, and about a year ago Mistress decided to take
control.

I no longer work, as I am considered by Mistress as her wife and
maid 24/7. I perform all duties of the traditional wife, and now
wear female clothing full time.

Looking forward to discussing topics and learning from others

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Re: C: is piss drinking harmful?
Date: 27 Dec 2009 15:20:03 -0000
From: slave gene

I consider myself one of the luckiest male slaves on the planet.
I have had the wonderful opportunity to drink from many Dommes
in my lifetime. I have never had any ill effects from my
imbibing of the golden nectar.

Maybe I've been lucky but my experiences have all been positive
whether directly from the source or from a glass or bottle.
I've had nectar that was stored in a refrigerator for periods of
time also.

I do not pretend to advise everyone based on my experiences but
I did want to chime in on this subject since it is so near and
dear to me. I am so glad to have this forum to do so.

slave gene

http://www.clubfemnefl.com

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Re: C: is piss drinking harmful?
Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2010 09:02:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Pietro Bianchi

Is piss drinking harmful?

Urine is a waste product. The fact that small amounts of
"valuable" molecules are found in urine does not change this
fact. Most of the soluble waste from the body finds it's way out
of the body via urine. In fact when the kidneys do not eliminate
the waste properly we speak of renal failure, a serious disease.
How could drinking urine, especially drinking only urine for
days, be "safe"?

Drinking urine means introducing into the body the waste from
the body of another person. The "drinker" has then to eliminate
both his/her own waste AND the waste of the other person. This
means double work for the kidneys. I am not aware of any
scientific research about the possible dangers of such a
practice (I doubt there is any). It is therefore difficult to
say what and how much danger there is drinking urine.

I guess it depends on how much urine is drunk and for how long.
I reasonably think there are no risks drinking small amounts
every now and then, but I strongly doubt it to be healthy when
it comes to drinking only urine for days.

Stating that "drinking urine is safe" is misleading, since we
don't know. The fact that some people have done it and have not
had any consequence is not enough to say that it is not risky.
We all know people who have smoked for years and have not had
any problem from that. Would it not be more honest to say that
we simply don't know?

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Re: C: is piss drinking harmful?
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Tue, 05 Jan 2010 18:13:54 -0000

Hello,

Pietro Bianchi wrote:

>I guess it depends on how much urine is drunk and for how long. I
>reasonably think there are no risks drinking small amounts every
>now and then, but I strongly doubt it to be healthy when it comes
>to drinking only urine for days.

I agree almost completely. I think that is in essence what I said
in my own comment/post at:-

http://u4ds.com/2009/12/is_piss_drinking_harmful.shtml#c007265

But Pietro has said it more succinctly than me.

Thanks Pietro.

However, I also stated in my post that:-

"Urine is a very useful growth medium, and if stored for any
length of time exposed to the air it may become contaminated
with bacteria which would grow well in such a medium. So consume
it immediately and fresh from the source to minimise the risk of
contamination."

And that last point should be emphasised, because even small
quantities that have become contaminated could contain very
harmful and virulent bacteria.

As I said before:-

The wise individual would take the precaution of drinking large
quantities of water before and after consuming urine to dilute
the risks and flush the system.

I prefer urinating directly upon David's face. It feels a lot
more powerful than handing him a glass. The small quantity he
inevitably consumes while undergoing the humiliation of me
urinating all over his face is a miniscule risk.

sincerely,
Christine

You can see me urinating on David if you download the "Waters of
the Queen" video at:- http://www.mschristine.com/queenp.shtml

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Re: DOMestic 2009-12-26
Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 18:46:49 -0800 (PST)
From: deesam/wis/usa

Hello You Two..... It's Boxing Day, take some time off and go
Shopping... lol... Although folks here in America wouldn't know
what I'm talking about....

David {and his submissive Bernice who has accepted a
training collar as we enter a LTR}.

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S: Jim's Story - part seven
Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part seven

It was UPS. I signed for six boxes addressed to Kathleen. I
stacked the boxes and went to tell Kathleen.

She said: "It's very timely for the materials to arrive just
now. Come get your tools we have some assembly work to do."

Two of the boxes held parts to make a stock to secure a person.
Kathleen said she ordered this for me, and it's an omen that it
arrived after I acquired three demerits for the same lust
offense. That made me nervous enough that I stopped noticing her
bathrobe fluttering open as she moved. The other boxes I saw had
whips, belts and other instruments that even I thought were
kinky.

She told me to move everything into her room. Then I got screw-
drivers an adjustable wrench and put the contraption together.
It consisted of a platform that I would stand on with rings near
where my feet would be, a rail about the height of my waist and
a frame holding an assembly to hold hands and head. When I
finished it looked diabolical.

Kathleen handed me accessories that fit into the rings so that
the feet could be secured. As I finished attaching the leg
bracelets, Kathleen stood watching me.

She said: "This will move the level of discipline to a higher
level; I can't have you standing for hours because you're too
useful. You will find spending just half that time in these
stocks will have an even better effect."

I shivered. But I put away the tools and folded the boxes and
carried them outside. When I came in Kathleen invited me into
her bedroom. She said, "Perhaps you can focus on these new
arrivals we have and dress me without lusting after my body, do
you think you can Jim?"

All I could say was: "Yes ma'am."

I asked if she would like a bath and she said "not now", she
wanted me to take her to the toilet. I knelt down thinking how I
would feel contorted in that frame. I saw many packages she had
received whose contents weren't shared with me. I tried to think
of this woman not as my mistress but an invalid that needed help
on the toilet, I wasn't related to her, I was just an orderly.
It seemed to work.

Then Kathleen said: "I see your were a little distracted while
you were attending me, that's good, but don't congratulate
yourself yet, I would like a massage, a full body massage."

I said: "I will get the massage table and some sheets and the
oil, Miss Kathleen." And I curtsied and went for the stuff. I
nuked the oil in the microwave for fifteen seconds to warm it.

I set up the table so that I could see the stocks that I had
assembled. I tried to imagine how long Kathleen would put me in
them. Yet I rubbed her back and her ass, and I could feel my
body becoming aroused. I tried to imagine that this was the 75th
client today that I had to massage. Maybe it helped. But then it
was time to turn her over.

I remember reading a zoology book that explained how unusual
humans were having boobs and pussy on the same side of the body,
he called humans the sexy animals. And faced with the double
whammy of sexiness, would I be able to think of how to pass a
camel through the eye of a needle, as my hands cupped her
breasts.

Then more oil smoothing it over her stomach and then working
down, it was getting to be too exciting so I moved to her feet
and thought of one little pig went to market, etc, then back up
her leg, then the other, I wondered if she would miss me
massaging the high parts of her thighs.

"Would Miss Kathleen like a bath, now?" I asked.

She hesitated then answered dreamily: "In a little while."

I got fresh coffee, and ran the bath with extra soap to wash
away the oil.

I started with washing her back, and thought about what to fix
for dinner as I washed under and around her breasts, and how
often the house should be vacuumed while I washed between her
thighs.

After drying her and putting her robe around her, she said: "You
may select my panties bra and garter."

I selected the least attractive color, a shade of gray and black
garter belt which was shiny, but I tried not to dwell on it. She
seemed to approve of my selection and sat down.

I tried not to look at her while I wrapped the belt around her
waist and fastened it at the front, unfortunately I saw just
above the clip her lovely breasts and just below the bush of her
pussy. I didn't think about it, much. I slid on her panties and
caught her breasts in the brassiere and fastened the clasp.

Kathleen said: "I think I have gray stockings, try to find
them."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I found them.

It's not real hard to roll a stocking onto a foot, but it's more
difficult if you try not think it's a foot. Then suddenly: SLAP!

"Pay attention," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

I slid the other leg up with care and became aroused by her body
so close, my hands so close to her pussy, staring up at her
boobs.

I saw her expression harden as I fastened the garters.

"I want the black platform pumps," she said.

I put them on her feet.

Then she stood up and grabbed my elbow and guided me to the
stocks. "Fasten your ankles to the platform," she said.

I did, but I had to stoop and lean, it wasn't easy.

"Now lean forward and put your head here and your hands," she
said.

Then she closed the top half of the stocks and I was held tight.
The cross bar forced me to tip forward so there was weight on my
shoulders. She fastened a belt across my back so it was
impossible to move side to side or front to back. Then she left.
She closed the bedroom door.

She came back in and walked around where I could see her. She
looked like a page out of Playboy, gray bra and panties, shiny
black garter belt and extreme high heeled shoes. And in her hand
was a leather strap.

She said: "You lust after my body but you see what I have here."

"I want you to think of lust and the effect of this strap."

She walked around behind me and said: "You have lusted in a
disgusting manner three times, it's my policy to increase the
punishment each time to limit the recidivism. For the first
lusting I will give you twelve strokes, for the second you get
fifteen and for the third it's raised to twenty. So Jimmy how
many is that?"

"I beg pardon madam, what did you ask me?" I said.

Kathleen said: "You should pay attention to me when I talk, that
will cost you, I'm not so good at sums, let's round it up to
fifty. I think this strap will get your attention. Are you
ready?"

"But madam I can't possibly take that many strokes," I was
begging.

"I think you can and will," she said. And delivered such a
painful stroke that I screamed out. I could hear her exhale,
then there was another one and another scream from me. I could
not believe I could take so much pain. Then the third arrived.
And it was awful, maybe I'll faint, I thought, I tried to wiggle
but all I could do was to clench and unclench my butt, she had
me so tightly fastened. She paused, and I thought she might have
relented.

She said, "Jim, I know that it hurts, but did the strap get your
attention?"

"Yes ma'am it did," I immediately answered.

"Then you agree it's a fine instrument indeed and I think more
will focus your attention further."

She continued: "After each stroke you will thank the strap for
its fine work, or you may thank me for applying it. Remember I
won't count the stroke unless I hear a clear thank you Miss
Kathleen before the next one touches your skin. Are we clear on
this, because fifty strokes is a lot and I don't want you to
have to bear more."

"Yes Miss Kathleen, I wish to thank you for the three strokes
you have given me."

Before I said 'given me' the next one landed and I screamed:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I had never experienced so much intense pain. My throat was
becoming sore from screaming with pain the yelling thank you
Miss Kathleen.

She said: "That's 25, half the way. I will let you recover for a
while and after I have a little wine I will return and we will
resume the punishment for lusting. Are you going to lust after
Sarah and Me in the future?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen."

She said: "I'm glad the strap has done such a good job so
quickly, please continue thinking how you will refrain from
lusting."

Kathleen walked out and closed the door.

I couldn't move, the strap around my waist just left me enough
room to breathe, there was just a little wiggle at each foot,
and my head and hands had no space to move. My muscles ached
from the lack of mobility, and the backs of my thighs and ass
felt like they had been cut open. The stocks tipped me forward
so my shoulders were carrying my upper body. I found myself in
total misery and this bitch relentlessly toyed with me. Oh I
forgot, I'm supposed to think about not lusting. I want out of
this contraption.

Kathleen entered quietly, and said: "Are you anxious to finish
your sentence?"

I answered, "Please Miss Kathleen, I can't take anymore."

Kathleen said: "You can and you will, before I did the counting
and this is your punishment so you should do the counting. The
same rules apply, you must announce the count and thank me or
the stroke won't count. Lets practice, you are starting at 26."

I received a shocking hard stroke with no warning. I screamed,
then I screamed "twenty-six", then I screamed "thank you Miss
Kathleen", and the next stroke landed on the last syllable of
'Kathleen', 27 and so it went.

One time I screamed "thirty-four thank you Miss Kelly", and
Kathleen said: "That does not count, you are getting number 34,"
and stroked me extra hard. Tears were running down my face.

Finally I screamed "fifty" and "thank you Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said, since this is your first session in the stocks, I
will leave you here for only another hour. Tell me what you will
be thinking during that hour.

I was in a daze and I heard Kathleen's tone harden, "Jim, do we
need more strap to get your attention?"

"Please no Miss Kathleen I'm focused," I begged.

"Very well then, tell me what you will be thinking about during
the next hour."

I thought, hour? What is she talking about? Then it came to me,
I said: "I will never lust after you madam or Miss Sarah."

Kathleen said: "That will be time very well spent. I will see
you later."

She left and closed the door. I sniffled for five or ten
minutes, snot came out of my nose, I felt so dirty and
repulsive. The time dragged as I ached. "Please let me out," I
moaned. There was no clock in my view. I tried to meditate but
the pain distracted me. I guess I'll do anything to not go
through this again.

Kathleen came in, and opened the top half of the stocks that
held my head and hands, and unfastened the belt that held my
waist.

Kathleen was still in panties and bra and garter, but she had
put on perfume, and I knew the hard part was still ahead of me,
because I felt so much lust for this woman that it was an ache.

Kathleen said, "You may release the leg shackles."

I did and she held me, because I would have fallen otherwise.
She helped me onto her bed and positioned me face down.

She said: "You can rest here for a short while and gather your
strength back."

She came back in what seemed like a few minutes and handcuffed
me with my hands behind my back, and left again. Why am I
deserving this? I wondered. I fell asleep and when I woke, there
was a cover over me. I lay there thinking of Kathleen and what
she was doing to me. The more she punished me it seemed the more
I was lusting after her. Where will this end?

I fell asleep again, then I woke up and Kathleen was naked
beside me and I guessed it was the middle of the night. I lay
there thinking of what I had become. I would do anything to
avoid being beaten like that. But I was committed to this woman
to a degree I couldn't have imagined. I guess she knew all that
and maybe that's why I'm handcuffed. I guess I'm the slave and
she is the goddess. She can do anything she wants and I can do
only what she lets me.

( Part 8 on the DOMestic blog this evening )

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U: My Female Supremacy Novel - The Scars of Obsession
Date: Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:45:49 +0000
From: Darryl

Dear Mistress Christine,

I am looking to advertise the existence of my Female Supremacy
Novel... The 'Scars of Obsession'. It is available through
Amazon and I would like to tell you something about it.

In short, on my return from Turkey to the U.K. I settled my mind
on writing the definitive Female Supremacy Novel and now 3 years
later it is finally out.

The Scars of Obsession follows the exploits of a man in his mid
thirties who falls for a young woman. Unknown to him she is the
younger sister of the co-founder of a fledgling Cult. (The Cult
of the Her)

If he is to be with her, he is informed that he must first
submit to her total authority over him and learn to become her
slave. Without a moments hesitation he agrees to become hers and
considers himself highly honoured to become the one chosen to
serve the woman he considers to be 'Divine.'

Jessica has seen how her sister is with her slave and has made
her own assumptions as to what it is for a man to submit to his
Lover's rule. As she strives to find the extent of her Lover's
devotion, she quickly falls into a cycle of ever increasing
physical and mental abuse of him.

It seems that Sean's devotion to her has no limits and together
they quickly rise through the ranks of the society and help make
it a huge success story. The society becomes a money making
machine to provide funding for women's refuges and hostels, the
world over. However the upper echelons of the society have an
added and guarded secret agenda.

Mistress Christine, this book has humour, a supporting
philosophy of Female Supremacy, sexually explicit scenes and
some violence, both mild and extreme. It will take the reader
through many emotions but what I need is... to know what people
of my own ilk make of it. So many people are telling me it was
such a good read that they read it in two or three days. This
has convinced me that a sequel should be written. However, it is
people who have the belief in Female Supremacy that I most want
to hear from.

Thank you for your time, I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours Truly,
Darryl x

Scars of Obsession

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U: Shadowlady intro and blog
Date: Sun, 03 Jan 2010 15:07:22 +0100
From: Shadowlady

My chosen nick is Shadowlady. I am dominant. That does not mean
I am nasty, it does not mean I try to rule the universe. I live
my life the way that feels most natural to me and is right for
me. My boy and I are in a committed monogamous marriage. Our
relationship has a strong d/s component with cross-dressing,
fetish and chastity are our main points of interest.

My blog at:

http://shadowladynl.wordpress.com/

is about me and the d/s part of my relationship. A blog about
and by a dominant lady living the real life, in the real world.

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Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part seven

It was UPS. I signed for six boxes addressed to Kathleen. I
stacked the boxes and went to tell Kathleen.

She said: "It's very timely for the materials to arrive just
now. Come get your tools we have some assembly work to do."

Two of the boxes held parts to make a stock to secure a person.
Kathleen said she ordered this for me, and it's an omen that it
arrived after I acquired three demerits for the same lust
offense. That made me nervous enough that I stopped noticing her
bathrobe fluttering open as she moved. The other boxes I saw had
whips, belts and other instruments that even I thought were
kinky.

Kathleen handed me accessories that fit into the rings so that
the feet could be secured. As I finished attaching the leg
bracelets, Kathleen stood watching me.

She said: "This will move the level of discipline to a higher
level; I can't have you standing for hours because you're too
useful. You will find spending just half that time in these
stocks will have an even better effect."

I shivered. But I put away the tools and folded the boxes and
carried them outside. When I came in Kathleen invited me into
her bedroom. She said, "Perhaps you can focus on these new
arrivals we have and dress me without lusting after my body, do
you think you can Jim?"

All I could say was: "Yes ma'am."

I asked if she would like a bath and she said "not now", she
wanted me to take her to the toilet. I knelt down thinking how I
would feel contorted in that frame. I saw many packages she had
received whose contents weren't shared with me. I tried to think
of this woman not as my mistress but an invalid that needed help
on the toilet, I wasn't related to her, I was just an orderly.
It seemed to work.

Then Kathleen said: "I see your were a little distracted while
you were attending me, that's good, but don't congratulate
yourself yet, I would like a massage, a full body massage."

I said: "I will get the massage table and some sheets and the
oil, Miss Kathleen." And I curtsied and went for the stuff. I
nuked the oil in the microwave for fifteen seconds to warm it.

I set up the table so that I could see the stocks that I had
assembled. I tried to imagine how long Kathleen would put me in
them. Yet I rubbed her back and her ass, and I could feel my
body becoming aroused. I tried to imagine that this was the 75th
client today that I had to massage. Maybe it helped. But then it
was time to turn her over.

I remember reading a zoology book that explained how unusual
humans were having boobs and pussy on the same side of the body,
he called humans the sexy animals. And faced with the double
whammy of sexiness, would I be able to think of how to pass a
camel through the eye of a needle, as my hands cupped her
breasts.

Then more oil smoothing it over her stomach and then working
down, it was getting to be too exciting so I moved to her feet
and thought of one little pig went to market, etc, then back up
her leg, then the other, I wondered if she would miss me
massaging the high parts of her thighs.

"Would Miss Kathleen like a bath, now?" I asked.

She hesitated then answered dreamily: "In a little while."

I got fresh coffee, and ran the bath with extra soap to wash
away the oil.

I started with washing her back, and thought about what to fix
for dinner as I washed under and around her breasts, and how
often the house should be vacuumed while I washed between her
thighs.

After drying her and putting her robe around her, she said: "You
may select my panties bra and garter."

I selected the least attractive color, a shade of gray and black
garter belt which was shiny, but I tried not to dwell on it. She
seemed to approve of my selection and sat down.

I tried not to look at her while I wrapped the belt around her
waist and fastened it at the front, unfortunately I saw just
above the clip her lovely breasts and just below the bush of her
pussy. I didn't think about it, much. I slid on her panties and
caught her breasts in the brassiere and fastened the clasp.

Kathleen said: "I think I have gray stockings, try to find
them."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I found them.

It's not real hard to roll a stocking onto a foot, but it's more
difficult if you try not think it's a foot. Then suddenly: SLAP!

"Pay attention," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

I slid the other leg up with care and became aroused by her body
so close, my hands so close to her pussy, staring up at her
boobs.

I saw her expression harden as I fastened the garters.

"I want the black platform pumps," she said.

I put them on her feet.

Then she stood up and grabbed my elbow and guided me to the
stocks. "Fasten your ankles to the platform," she said.

I did, but I had to stoop and lean, it wasn't easy.

"Now lean forward and put your head here and your hands," she
said.

Then she closed the top half of the stocks and I was held tight.
The cross bar forced me to tip forward so there was weight on my
shoulders. She fastened a belt across my back so it was
impossible to move side to side or front to back. Then she left.
She closed the bedroom door.

She came back in and walked around where I could see her. She
looked like a page out of Playboy, gray bra and panties, shiny
black garter belt and extreme high heeled shoes. And in her hand
was a leather strap.

She said: "You lust after my body but you see what I have here."

"I want you to think of lust and the effect of this strap."

She walked around behind me and said: "You have lusted in a
disgusting manner three times, it's my policy to increase the
punishment each time to limit the recidivism. For the first
lusting I will give you twelve strokes, for the second you get
fifteen and for the third it's raised to twenty. So Jimmy how
many is that?"

"I beg pardon madam, what did you ask me?" I said.

Kathleen said: "You should pay attention to me when I talk, that
will cost you, I'm not so good at sums, let's round it up to
fifty. I think this strap will get your attention. Are you
ready?"

"But madam I can't possibly take that many strokes," I was
begging.

"I think you can and will," she said. And delivered such a
painful stroke that I screamed out. I could hear her exhale,
then there was another one and another scream from me. I could
not believe I could take so much pain. Then the third arrived.
And it was awful, maybe I'll faint, I thought, I tried to wiggle
but all I could do was to clench and unclench my butt, she had
me so tightly fastened. She paused, and I thought she might have
relented.

She said, "Jim, I know that it hurts, but did the strap get your
attention?"

"Yes ma'am it did," I immediately answered.

"Then you agree it's a fine instrument indeed and I think more
will focus your attention further."

She continued: "After each stroke you will thank the strap for
its fine work, or you may thank me for applying it. Remember I
won't count the stroke unless I hear a clear thank you Miss
Kathleen before the next one touches your skin. Are we clear on
this, because fifty strokes is a lot and I don't want you to
have to bear more."

"Yes Miss Kathleen, I wish to thank you for the three strokes
you have given me."

Before I said 'given me' the next one landed and I screamed:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I had never experienced so much intense pain. My throat was
becoming sore from screaming with pain the yelling thank you
Miss Kathleen.

She said: "That's 25, half the way. I will let you recover for a
while and after I have a little wine I will return and we will
resume the punishment for lusting. Are you going to lust after
Sarah and Me in the future?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen."

She said: "I'm glad the strap has done such a good job so
quickly, please continue thinking how you will refrain from
lusting."

Kathleen walked out and closed the door.

I couldn't move, the strap around my waist just left me enough
room to breathe, there was just a little wiggle at each foot,
and my head and hands had no space to move. My muscles ached
from the lack of mobility, and the backs of my thighs and ass
felt like they had been cut open. The stocks tipped me forward
so my shoulders were carrying my upper body. I found myself in
total misery and this bitch relentlessly toyed with me. Oh I
forgot, I'm supposed to think about not lusting. I want out of
this contraption.

Kathleen entered quietly, and said: "Are you anxious to finish
your sentence?"

I answered, "Please Miss Kathleen, I can't take anymore."

Kathleen said: "You can and you will, before I did the counting
and this is your punishment so you should do the counting. The
same rules apply, you must announce the count and thank me or
the stroke won't count. Lets practice, you are starting at 26."

I received a shocking hard stroke with no warning. I screamed,
then I screamed "twenty-six", then I screamed "thank you Miss
Kathleen", and the next stroke landed on the last syllable of
'Kathleen', 27 and so it went.

One time I screamed "thirty-four thank you Miss Kelly", and
Kathleen said: "That does not count, you are getting number 34,"
and stroked me extra hard. Tears were running down my face.

Finally I screamed "fifty" and "thank you Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said, since this is your first session in the stocks, I
will leave you here for only another hour. Tell me what you will
be thinking during that hour.

I was in a daze and I heard Kathleen's tone harden, "Jim, do we
need more strap to get your attention?"

"Please no Miss Kathleen I'm focused," I begged.

"Very well then, tell me what you will be thinking about during
the next hour."

I thought, hour? What is she talking about? Then it came to me,
I said: "I will never lust after you madam or Miss Sarah."

Kathleen said: "That will be time very well spent. I will see
you later."

She left and closed the door. I sniffled for five or ten
minutes, snot came out of my nose, I felt so dirty and
repulsive. The time dragged as I ached. "Please let me out," I
moaned. There was no clock in my view. I tried to meditate but
the pain distracted me. I guess I'll do anything to not go
through this again.

Kathleen came in, and opened the top half of the stocks that
held my head and hands, and unfastened the belt that held my
waist.

Kathleen was still in panties and bra and garter, but she had
put on perfume, and I knew the hard part was still ahead of me,
because I felt so much lust for this woman that it was an ache.

Kathleen said, "You may release the leg shackles."

I did and she held me, because I would have fallen otherwise.
She helped me onto her bed and positioned me face down.

She said: "You can rest here for a short while and gather your
strength back."

She came back in what seemed like a few minutes and handcuffed
me with my hands behind my back, and left again. Why am I
deserving this? I wondered. I fell asleep and when I woke, there
was a cover over me. I lay there thinking of Kathleen and what
she was doing to me. The more she punished me it seemed the more
I was lusting after her. Where will this end?

I fell asleep again, then I woke up and Kathleen was naked
beside me and I guessed it was the middle of the night. I lay
there thinking of what I had become. I would do anything to
avoid being beaten like that. But I was committed to this woman
to a degree I couldn't have imagined. I guess she knew all that
and maybe that's why I'm handcuffed. I guess I'm the slave and
she is the goddess. She can do anything she wants and I can do
only what she lets me.

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