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Jim's Story - part thirty-seven

2012-01-02T01:34:01Z

Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2012 20:34:01 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part thirty-seven - Tuesday

I was having a meeting with Carmen and two of the programmers
about our web site. I stood behind my desk and my guests sat. I
suppressed a yawn.

Carmen said: "Did you sleep well last night?"

I said: "Yes thank you, Miss Carmen."

]]> I didn't want to discuss last night. We were discussing
debugging techniques. We received reports that our page didn't
work sometimes. I listed some things that could be done, that
should have been done, but I wouldn't point that out. It was
accepted and the meeting was ended.

Carmen said: "Did I cause you to stand in the corner all night?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I tried to remove any feeling from the
reply.

Carmen said: "Are you being pouty?"

I said: "No ma'am, not at all."

Carmen said: "Betty is your governess; maybe I'll give her a
call."

I said: "Miss Carmen, I didn't raise the subject, I understood
why I was punished, and I'm not pouting."

Carmen said: "You're afraid of Betty?"

I said: "I guess I am Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "I saw how you bolted upstairs when she told you to
go."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "What do you want to say?"

I said: "I realized how angry everyone was with me when I
brought dinner back last night."

Carmen said: "They weren't mad at you; we had an argument about
whether you should be here or not. Betty said that if you have
to clean monitors and toilets that you're not needed here and
that she has plenty of toilets for you to clean. Sarah said that
you're needed here but Peggy wants you to be humiliated. I was
on the fence; like today's meeting we need you. But I agree with
Betty, your time is valuable."

I described to Carmen what Betty's regimen was like. I said:
"She wants me to get her permission for anything I do."

Carmen said: "So do I."

I said: "I'm not resisting, but do I have to get permission to
go to the bathroom?"

Carmen said: "YES."

I assumed Carmen was joking: I said: "And the other extreme, I
can't do nice things like serve appetizers or buy surprises."

Carmen said: "You can't make those decisions; you need your
mistress to decide and give you permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I knew arguing would lead to more trouble
for me.

Carmen said: "Betty and I will work on you together. Will you
like that?"

I said: "Miss Carmen, I like everything you do."

Carmen said: "Betty and Peggy are having lunch and I was
invited."

I said: "Miss Carmen, I would like to look into some of the
backup problems we discussed, May I?"

Carmen said: "Yes but don't forget your chores."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

I didn't want to think about what Peggy and Betty and Carmen
would discuss. I focused on cleaning toilets. There is more to
it than just elbow grease but the point of it all was to
humiliate me. I realize I was thinking bad thoughts that lead to
bad attitude and then bad behavior. I couldn't help it.

While I was back on my backup problems, Sally called and said
Peggy would see me right now and to hurry. I did.

Sally uncharacteristically led me right in to see Peggy. Peggy
said: "Have your ladies boxed you in?"

I was amazed how insightful she was. I said: "It feels that way
Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "You may tell me your point of view, speak freely."

I said: "To put it simply I can't surprise you if I have to ask
permission, what are surprises - sometimes it's a present, or an
invention, which may come from hunches and whims."

Peggy said: "That was very elegant, what are you going to do
about it?"

I said: "I will try to satisfy Miss Carmen and Miss Betty."

Peggy said: "I think you make an important point. I won't forget
it."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

Peggy said: "We are finished."

I curtsied and left.

I curtsied to Sally. Sally said: "I want to talk with you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Sally said: "I suddenly have a lot of power over you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Sally said: "I want you to tell me why you like Carmen better
than me."

I said: "Miss Sally I like you very much."

Sally said: "You didn't answer my question."

I said: "I spend lots of time with Miss Carmen because Miss
Peggy assigned me to work for her, ma'am."

Sally said: "Maybe if I whipped you, you would like me more."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but before you do that perhaps I might be of
service to you."

Sally said: "How?"

I said: "May I come back to you in a few hours?"

Sally said: "I want you back here in two hours."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I asked Carmen for a meeting in my office. She came. I stood and
she sat. We closed the door. I said: "Miss Carmen I would like
to speak with you as an associate instead of as a slave."

Carmen said: "Okay, but if I tell you to stop you have to stop
and if I don't like it I'll call Betty."

I said: "Thank you ma'am. Sally just asked me why I like you
better then her. I thought you might assign me to clean her
toilet, and let her report her satisfaction to you."

Carmen said: "What will Peggy think?"

I said: "Evidently Sally has been on to Peggy and she empowered
Sally - for which I was whipped and spent a night standing;
present it to Peggy as Sally wants more and this is an idea,
ma'am; one last thing is that I have to get back to Sally in
less than two hours."

Carmen said: "I'll think about it. Sally is your problem and you
may no longer talk to me as an associate."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

About an hour later Carmen came to my office again and said:
"Peggy said that was a wonderful idea and said I was very
sensitive to the situation."

Carmen closed the door and came around my desk and hugged me.
Carmen said: "The caning and standing all night was because
Sally is in to you, you poor boy."

I said: "Miss Carmen you should visit Sally and make the
arrangements."

Carmen said: "You're right but I have the feeling that you're
doing things without my prior permission and I told Betty I
would report that to her."

I said: "Miss Carmen, I wish you could forgive me for acting
without permission if it benefits you."

Carmen said: "Then you can do anything you want."

I said: "And as long as it benefits you I think that's good,
because if I didn't then all that benefit would disappear. I
bear all the risk, if I do something without prior approval and
it doesn't benefit you I expect to be punished."

Carmen said: "Why can't you get permission?"

I said: "Because I couldn't have said to Sally that I have to
get permission to comfort you please wait, could I miss Carmen?"

Carmen said: "No you couldn't, but I decide if it benefits me
and if it doesn't work out I'll call Betty, I can see you're
afraid of her."

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

I think I have Carmen's permission to do whatever benefits her
without permission.

After lunch Carmen sat in one of the chairs in my office. She
said: "You may perform sweet acts without prior approval, what
are they talking about."

I asked: "What happened Miss Carmen?"

"Peggy, Betty and I were in a meeting and you came up. Peggy
said: 'You are an exceptional person and have many gifts to
give. Not Betty, not me and not herself, could anticipate what
those gifts will be. So while I support you keeping him on a
short lease, you should let him give you his gifts.' Betty
seemed to understand. I had no idea what she was talking about."

I said: "What she meant is that you should let me do extra
things without getting upset just because they're extra."

Carmen said: "You can do whatever you want?"

I said: "No ma'am because if you or Betty aren't pleased by what
I did I'm still subject to your discipline. But what Peggy said
was that if you are pleased then just accept it."

"Okay, get back to work." Then Carmen left.

Peggy came through, not because she was my friend but she wants
solutions to problems and improvements to procedures that I
might provide.

I got to work on an unauthorized project, the browser problem: I
downloaded Firefox, Opera and Safari and installed them. I
viewed our web in each. It was apparent that the page painted
normally only in Internet Explorer. I called the developer of
our Integrated Development Environment and they knew of the
problem. They told me how to download a fix. I did. It worked. I
reported the problem and its solution to Carmen.

Carmen came to my office and sat down. She said: "Did you just
give me a sweet gift?"

"I had a hunch it was a bug in our IDE rather than in our page,
it was easy to check out but it was only a hunch."

Carmen said: "I want an account of all the details."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen returned to my office: "I talked to Betty and you're
checked out until 6:30, so clean the toilets and I'll buy you a
beer."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

It's exhilarating to fix a software bug, especially when a dear
audience watches, especially Carmen.

I cleaned the toilet with lots of energy. I realized one of the
problems is there is no convenient place to throw paper towels
on one end of the toilet. That's why there is so often paper on
the floor. Everything was clean and shone when Carmen came in. I
of course ended up on my knees.

Carmen said: "You negotiated a compromise from Peggy and Betty,
I want to know how you did it?"

I said: "Peggy asked and I got on my knees with Betty and asked
her. The question was do you want sweet gifts? And they said
YES."

Carmen said: "I really don't understand why you don't just get a
job."

I said: "Miss Carmen, I cannot explain it but I love being under
your direction and I love what Betty is doing, but I felt that I
could not let them lose my gifts."

Carmen said: "I think you're crazy."

"I can't help myself."

"Address me properly, that came out automatically, sometimes I
feel funny taking advantage of you."

"Sorry Miss Carmen, on the contrary I feel I'm using you."

Carmen said: "We are each other's proteges."

I said: "Among my favorite memories is the week I spent with
you."

Carmen said: "Again you failed to address me properly, do you
want me to tell Betty?"

"Please no Miss Carmen."

"Let's move to one of those high tables so you can stand, you're
not supposed to be sitting in my presence."

"Yes ma'am."

"I sometimes dream of taking you home and whipping you until you
pass out."

"Why Miss Carmen?"

"Because you become such a dedicated loving baby."

"I'm dedicated to you now."

"What does your wife think of Betty taking you over?"

"I don't know. This whole relationship has been strange being
handed around, speaking of that, what happened with you and
Sally?"

Carmen laughed: "I have handed you to Sally. Every morning after
you clean downstairs, you will clean Sally and Peggy's toilet.
Then whenever Sally feels it needs cleaning she will call you.
She will give you a list of personal products to keep in the
cabinet, and if she is not satisfied, she may cane you herself."

"Thank you Miss Carmen."

"Did I hear criticism from you?"

"No ma'am, I can imagine how difficult that agreement was for
you."

"At first I was anxious about Sally, but then we talked and
discussed you, we became friends."

"I guess I should be scared."

"You definitely are going to get more canings in front of the
staff."

"Please be sure Peggy is invited."

"Why?"

"Because I think she will make sure I'm not too abused."

"Peggy is the one who told me to enforce time limits and order
you to clean the toilets."

"I sort of knew that but I think you've been pretty amazing the
way you've carried it all out."

I got a hug.

I said: "She's not my friend but I'm one of her employees and
one of yours, I heard the concern in your voice about the excess
caning I might receive."

Carmen laughed, "If you get excess caning its going to be
because I want to give it to you and not anyone else telling me
to."

I said: "I love you Miss Carmen."

Carmen and I talked non stop while she drove me home. I got the
feeling she likes me and is comfortable working with me in our
weird circumstance.

I went to Betty's room and kissed her feet while waiting for her
to recognize me.

Betty said: "Tell me what is going on at work and what you did
with Carmen."

I explained about Sally, my new chores, and our discussion about
sweet gifts.

Betty said: "Try to explain to me why I should allow you to give
me sweet gifts."

I said: "When asked like that, the simple answer is that you
won't get them otherwise, I mean no disrespect Miss Betty."

Betty said: "Explain it to me."

I said: "If I decide to buy you a present or do something sweet
for you and you like it, you accept it. If you don't like it
then I did something without getting approval. The risk is all
mine."

Betty said: "Why would you take such a risk?"

I said: "Because I want to delight you every way I can."

Betty said: "What if I liked it and still beat you."

I said: "Miss Betty I am completely in your hands."

Betty said: "Let's see what happens. You know my methods, and I
don't make exceptions, but I may allow sweet gifts if I like
them."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "You have chores to do."

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

Betty set me up on a schedule so if I'm working on the schedule
I have Betty's permission to be doing it. Between work and
taking care of the house, there was almost no time that was not
scheduled. So life settled into chores. There was no time for
all the dalliances with the ladies that I so loved and I didn't
get punished very often.

2012-01-01 ( 19 edited messages )

2012-01-01T02:11:21Z

# C: never done this - some guidance appreciated
# Re: C: Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male? (2)
# Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped
# Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me (2)
# Re: C: remote control wanker (2)
# C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand
# Re: C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand
# C: a Secret FemDom Society
# Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society (2)
# C: alternative marriage ceremonies
# Re: C: alternative marriage ceremonies
# Re: C: nuked begins a new relationship
# P: real person Milwaukee, Wisconsin
# S: Jim's Story - part thirty-five
# S: The Prisoner - Chapter 83

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C: never done this - some guidance appreciated
Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 18:52:41 +0100
From: Sylvia D

Hello,

I am seeking advise, if this is okay or if indeed possible for
you to help me. I am probably going to ramble but will do my
best to say this.

I am a member of a social network site now for 5 months, and a
Dom has taken interest in me, so much so that now he says (in
mails) I am his (MINE). He has been in a relationship before
with another member two years ago he ''ended'' it because it
was too draining for him and he couldn't give the woman enough
time and this he knew would hold her back, and gave her nearly
one year of after care, this woman is now in another
relationship with a Dom. In fact she has been collared as they
say, in the past 4 years been with 5 different Dom's, makes me
wonder if she is addicted.

He today now says I am in training, in his mails, he already
knows I am and have never done this before, been a sub, but the
idea of it is exciting and I do have slight submissive
fantasies, just not to lengths of the other woman in there..

I rather still find it a bit bizarre, He has sent me
instructions as to what he wishes me to do today, nothing nasty
or anything, I am only trying to paint you a picture of the
scene. He has mentioned that he isn't wanting to upset my home
life just enhance it somewhat to make me feel like a real woman.
He is married himself and lives overseas. He is trying to get me
to start to beg for my wants so to speak, and call him Sir. I
did call him it for the first time today and I quite liked it.

In my head I keep thinking (as this is all new to me)
*manipulation* keeps coming to mind. I am married and my husband
and I do not have sex for health reasons.

It is very early days in talking to this man, but I am starting
to feel confused and I am to put it bluntly, horny all day since
talking to him. I am masturbating at least three times a day, I
haven't done this for quite some time. I don't have any one to
talk to. I am sat here now and have already relieved myself once
today and am feeling I want to do it again, it's all so new to
me, these feelings.

Okay I have never done anything like this before it is exciting
and new.

I guess you may wonder what do I want you to say, I am not sure
really, just some guidance would be very much appreciated.

thank you
Sylvia D

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Re: C: Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male?
Date: Mon, 23 May 2011 06:09:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Saber

fem fan wrote:

>any of the dominant women out there ever seen and desired a
>"vanilla" male, and decided they wanted him, and over the
>course of time used their superiority to turn this vanilla
>male into their slave or plaything? -snip- I realize that
>ultimately the exchange will be mutual, but is the submission
>ever created and extracted by the superior?

Personally, I've never seen a male in public with "submissive"
engraved across his forehead, so all my partners have been
approached from a "vanilla" standpoint in the beginning.

My current slave and I have been together now for 4 years. Tom
is to all outward appearances a very dominant male, however, to
me he is my slave. Tom is an alpha who chooses to hand the
reigns over to me. Tom cleans the house, runs the errands, and
does the cooking.

Tom and I don't participate in "playtime" everyday - we
participate in Dominance and submission. I tell him what he is
to get done every morning and he does it while I take care of my
responsibilities, which is to make sure the money comes into the
house so the bills get paid.

As for playtime activities, I am into bondage, humiliation,
spanking, and anal play predominantly. It did take some time for
us to integrate this into our lives, but with a lot of patience
I was able to get him to come around to my style of play. >:)

I began by "playfully" spanking him in the middle of sexual
intercourse, then it came to the first "real spanking" where he
was punished because he did not complete all his assigned tasks
for the day while I was at work. Anal Play was implemented
slowly by my slipping a finger up his anus while teasing his
genitals with my hands and, yes, even my tongue. And so forth
and so on.

My relationships are just that, relationships. The aspects are a
little different than my parents' relationship aspects, but it
still comes down to finding someone you are compatible with
outside the bedroom first. Play is great, but if obedience
outside the bedroom isn't there for me, then the relationship is
doomed to fail.

Sincerely,
Saber

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Re: C: Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male?
From: Madamplz
Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 17:10:59 -0400 (EDT)

fem fan wrote:

>have any of the dominant women out there ever seen and desired
>a "vanilla" male, and decided they wanted him, and over the
>course of time used their superiority to turn this vanilla male
>into their slave or plaything? Does this ever really happen?
>And if so, how?

I prefer men who are assertive, self actualized, yet submissive.
If a man is this way, training is both simple and lasting and
goes well beyond his sexuality.

Training a man to be sexually submissive is not difficult. It
can be achieved by keeping him in a state of arousal until he is
unable to perform yet remains wanting, or, having allowed him
some measure of gratification, returning him to that unrequited
state. All other training methods come from this.

Vanilla men simply haven't had their awareness tweaked. What
turns them submissive is the desire for a woman who concurrently
turns them on and is dominant.

Think behavioral modification.

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Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped
Date: 19 Jun 2011 18:22:09 -0000
From: subby hubby m

Hunter wrote:

>What brand and model of shock collar do you use? How long have
>you had it? Is it holding up to your usage?

Hi Hunter,

We have a Sportdog Sporttrainer SD 400E. We have had it since
Autumn last year but only use it every six weeks or so (when we
have friends round of course!). But it seems to work well
providing you have some little leather straps to use instead of
the big plastic dog collar supplied. (We did have to return the
first model though - it was faulty).

Our latest bit of kit is a chastity device from Chastity Heaven
(A Modified Mistress with anti pull out for the experts among
you). We have not tried this out properly yet - but I am sure it
will not be long before I have something to write and tell you
about.

subby hubby m

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
Date: 27 May 2011 15:45:13 -0000
From: Soumis

pussikat steve wrote:

>I imagine him kneeling with hands shackled behind him while
>She stands in front and over him almost straddling his face.
>She takes the head of the dildo into her and starts to push
>herself onto him while grasping his hair. She 'face-fucks' him
>like this until She has her satisfaction.

I've been Mistress's dildo on numerous occasions using such a
gag. What you imagine, Pussikat, is close. Kneeling, hands
cuffed behind me, and first slowly wiping the dildo up and down
her to lubricate it, then slowly working it in. And then
thrusting for as long as she wants.

I've performed with my nose hammering the tip of her clitoris,
and with it pushing into her anus. Both are wonderful
experiences, so easy to get lost in the smells, in knowing she's
getting wetter and wetter.

Most of the time, I end up exhausted, sweating, sometimes even
my legs shaking from kneeling there for so long. On a few
occasions I've been rewarded with the removal of the gag so that
I can clean the dildo.

It's one of my favorite services to perform for her.

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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
Date: 7 Jun 2011 04:13:00 -0000
From: rfrub

Soumis: you are so right. Being used this way can mean you have
to work just as hard as the ordinary way. And yet the reward is
just as real. It is a literal head fuck.

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Re: C: remote control wanker
From: lilsubrt
Date: 21 Jun 2011 00:59:40 -0000

Ms Christine,

Goddess and Her slave have been interested in this as well and
have been asking around. Wondering if You could Please post what
make and model and what alterations You had to do to make it
safe enough for Your slave to wear.

The information we received was that the prods needed to be
ground down and covered with a wider conductive material to
ensure the skin wouldn't burn or be damaged. We were also told
that the dog units lacked enough variant settings to make sure
nothing could go wrong. Please reply and let Us know.

Thank You for Your Time and Consideration,

lilsubrt

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Re: C: remote control wanker
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 18:46:40 +0100

Hello,

lilsubrt wrote:

>Please post what make and model

I'll re-post below but that information is already on the blog
and on the member's web site multiple times.

For example in the "Dog Shock Collars" section at:-

http://u4ds.com/electrical_play/dog_shock_collars/

which you will see in the right hand menu of the DOMestic blog.

I think the last time we posted our make and model was in the
"Latest on Zappers" thread at...

http://u4ds.com/2010/06/latest_on_zappers.shtml

But basically, as you can read in the free archives we bought
the most well known brand and probably one of the most expensive
brands of "small dog" collar. Ours was an an Innotek FS700A Micro-line.

Since that time, there are many cheaper versions on the market
which are reputed to be as good if not better, as you can read
by following the links above or by using the search box on the
blog.

>and what alterations You had to do to make it safe enough for
>Your slave to wear.

None at all. Straight out of the box worked just fine for us.
All we had to do was charge the battery on receipt.

>The information we received was that the prods needed to be
>ground down and covered with a wider conductive material to
>ensure the skin wouldn't burn or be damaged

We didn't find that. But then we purchased a "small dogs"
collar.

>We were also told that the dog units lacked enough variant
>settings to make sure nothing could go wrong. Please reply and
>let Us know.

Plenty of variation on ours. And if you read the archives you'll
find many other recommendations for different models which
people are using. As far as I know most folk use small dog
models straight out of the box with some folk only making minor
modifications to straps to attach and lock to the genitals.

sincerely, Christine

The Fem Dom Training Software.
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C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand
Date: 10 Jun 2011 04:11:02 -0000
From: slcfemdomcouple

A while ago I bought my wife a Hitachi Magic Wand. If you don't
have one ladies get one for yourself or men get one for your
S.O. I thought I'd post about a favorite activity that we have
been enjoying the past few years that I haven't seen mentioned
anywhere before.

Anyway, a fun session with the wand goes like this:

I am gagged and usually blind folded. My hands and feet are in
cuffs attached to the bed at the head and foot. My feet are
attached so that they are crossed over with so that if I flipped
onto my stomach they would be the right way. I have a cock ring
on with a short length of cord attached to it. The cord is
hooked onto the bed's side rail.

All this keeps me at the very edge of the bed which in our case
is against the wall. Basically I am stuck in a few inches of bed
space while my wife enjoys the rest of the bed.

Now, with me restrained out of the way my wife can fully enjoy
herself with her magic wand and believe me she does so fully. I
cannot see her enjoying herself and am unable to turn over due
to the cord attached to my cock ring. For some reason I (and my
wife) find this **very** exciting. I love her enjoying herself
with me bound away and just able to listen.

Sometimes to enhance my torture she will put bengay on my penis
which is EXCRUCIATING to say the least. I am in total agony and
she is in total bliss. It makes me crazy happy. Weird. Anyway,
just thought I'd share this game that we play.

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Re: C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand
Date: 14 Jun 2011 05:32:00 -0000
From: django2008

i must say that you are a very lucky man to have such a
beautiful dominating wife.

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C: a Secret FemDom Society
Date: 31 Jul 2011 21:40:01 -0000
From: subiam

A (Secret) FemDom Society for the Benefit and Advancement of
Women

Pardon the cross-reference but we have been having an on-
again/off-again discussion over on FetLife regarding "Secret
FemDom Societies". (see below) Now, I would like to start
exploring this idea with the members of DOMestic.

We have various FemDom, D/s, BDSM organizations but as far as I
know, we do not have a society like I am about to propose. The
closest may be ClubFEM but I haven't been able to figure out
their charter.

The principal is simple. There are many, many men who identify
as submissive and who wish to serve one or more dominant women.
What if the women created a society in the style of the Masons
or Skull and Bones, whose membership and inner workings were
secret but all members worked to advance the causes, well-being
and status of one or more women or a cause they support?

The idea is that the women would meet and collectively set an
agenda and then task and direct the men to execute to that
agenda. Here are some off-the-cuff examples:

a local group could decide that they wanted to elect a society
member to a local school board, the women and men could then be
the basis of an immediate campaign staff.

another group might have a member who is trying to start a
business, the members could pool some money and tax the men to
help raise some seed funding. The men could also be put to work
doing the manual labor to remodel, provision and even help staff
the new business during its infancy.

on a state or national level, the organization could pick causes
or campaigns that the women felt were important such as a
women's health issue or a promising female (or female-
supportive) candidate, the women could pool their efforts and
direct the men to support the cause or campaign with both time
and money.

on an international level, the society could pick a cause each
year to which the men are expected to make a significant or on-
going contribution, e.g. Heifer International or the Fistula
Foundation.

As you can imagine, there are many, many ways this could work
but the basic model is the women set the agenda and the men do
the grunt work and help fund the operations.

Some men are collared/married/bound in some way to a woman,
while many are not. It would seem natural there would be a
hierarchy, if not a ladder, for the men within the organization
that was tied both to their relationship to a dominant female
member and to his contribution to the society over time.

For the women, I could imagine that the organizations start out
locally using a very simple charter and then each year the women
send representatives to state, national or international
gatherings where they refine their operations, charter new
chapters, and set state, national or international agendas for
the coming year. I could also see the women levying a monthly
tax on the men to fund basic operations, travel expenses, etc.

The women set the agenda and direct the work while the men who
serve or those who are petitioning to join the society, are
responsible for helping execute that agenda.

Just imagine what is possible if our women could tap the
unfocused energy of this vast array of submissive men around the
world who are at their disposal!

Note that I have not made any reference to any overt or implied
sexual acts. I'm not saying expression of sexual power is not
part of this organization - in fact, I would imagine it is very
much a sub-text and probably part of the secrecy compact and
certain rituals. However, sexual activity is not the primary
purpose of this society; it is, however, a means by which the
society preserves its secrecy and achieves its objectives.

So, members of DOMestic, I would love to hear what you think. If
you are a female, is it something you would find valuable and
worthwhile? If you are a male, would you petition for membership
and be willing to subject yourself to its direction?

Thank you for listening.

In male submission,
subiam

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Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society
Date: 29 Aug 2011 00:21:52 -0000
From: Debbie Ann

What is my sexual preference?

It is total submission to a woman.

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Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society
Date: 29 Aug 2011 16:30:22 -0000
From: grgslave

I would love to participate! For me the sexual part is key for
the rest. Thus considering, that it is what makes me want submit
to women. There could be many ways of achieving an active secret
society, to which we, men could gladly submit, for the joy and
purposes of our beloved FemDoms...

Actually, i always believed that well organized Women could
easily and without a shot, dominate the world, through the
sexual thirst and kinky desires of us inferior and primitive
males...

Cheers,
gregslave

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C: alternative marriage ceremonies
Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:30:36 -0400
From: Kostya

Hello,

I am a male, 53 years old, and I got interested in some pegging
and I had an idea (possibly forbidden to a regular lesbian). How
about an alternative marriage ceremony. She should be the groom
(like the penetrator), and her male slave should be the obedient
bride.

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Re: C: alternative marriage ceremonies
Date: 26 Aug 2011 02:53:34 -0000
From: Geoffrey

i have thought about this many times.

The idea is very exciting to me.

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Re: C: nuked begins a new relationship
From: "Darryl Ducharme" nuked_potatoes
Date: Fri, 22 May 2011 00:16:31 -0600

Oh it's so nice to see an email from Domestic! Yeaaaa

I promised to tell of this wonderful new relationship. I work in
the Oilsands and the men here are a pretty tough bunch. When
Women come into the picture, i for one melt and it's nice to go
for a dance or take them to supper :-)

So when i met Mary and had the pleasure of taking Her and Her
daughter and grandson out for dinner I was already humble for
this alone. As i Work in remote places the internet or phone is
my only link to the world, and Mary and i began talking, both
missing each others' company and affections, i was so afraid to
mess it up with her i just put aside my D/s preferences.

This one time we were talking and i said i'd love if You pee on
me. WOW! was i surprised! that brought on the proverbial flood
gates! She told me "i was so afraid i would scare You away".

When i got back into the city on my next days off, everything
changed always a gentleman with her but now She had me. I had
time to drop off my luggage and get into my house. ring ring on
the phone....

"Hello Mary I just got home was going to shower and shave....."

"You will do that here come right now...."

This is no fantasy or topping from bottom. She loves the
control.. and i loved her before we knew of this... Her favorite
thing so far is receiving oral sex while She uses a vibrator
called a silver bullet after we fuck. She pulls me into Her with
one hand and fucks my face i am totally lost in sub space....
Her legs cross my back that She loves to carve her nails into
when we fuck... and she squirts when she comes.

In the after glow She just holds me with her legs... i love it

slave darryl

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P: real person Milwaukee, Wisconsin
From: Jucy Fruit
Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 13:49:39 -0500

I am a 62 year old male living in WI and going thru a divorce
after 43 years of marriage. I want to serve but I am not a 24/7
slave. I need to pleasure a dominant woman. I am starting over
but I do not know how to start over.

richard

jucyfruit48@hotmail.com
email address info

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S: Jim's Story - part thirty-five
Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 00:20:35 -0000
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus

part thirty-five
first part linked here

Sunday - The rules

I woke and by the dim light filtered through the sheets I saw
her lovely pussy and boobs. I eased out from under the sheets
and quietly got dressed.

I made coffee and I got breakfast ready to go. I took a cup to
Betty who was awake and waiting for me.

I curtsied and said: "Good morning Miss Betty, how may I serve
you?"

Betty sat up exposing her nakedness to me. I tried not to stare,
I handed her the coffee and got her gown; and wrapped it around
her shoulders.

Betty said: "Kneel here in front of me;" she was pointing to her
feet.

I knelt almost touching her.

Betty said: "Are we working you too hard, I noticed you seemed
somewhat glum yesterday."

I said: "Oh no Miss Betty. I was depressed for no reason and I
apologize for that and beg forgiveness. I love the opportunity
to serve you and Sarah and Kathleen. I'm the luckiest person in
the world and you are the very best mistresses in the world."

Betty said: "Do you need to be punished for being depressed?"

I said: "I don't think so Miss Betty."

Betty said: "Am I punishing you too hard?"

I said: "Miss Betty I am in your hands entirely, I love and
respect you."

Betty said: "I want you to write out all the rules that you have
been given by Sarah and Kathleen, also on another piece of paper
I want all the rules that apply to you at work. You can do that
after you have served breakfast, helped everyone get dressed and
cleaned the kitchen."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "What else do you have to do today?"

I said: "Of course there is lunch and then Kathleen and I work
on finance and then dinner, and after dinner I would like to
iron the clothes I washed yesterday."

Betty said: "You forgot to say Miss Kathleen and Miss Sarah
several times aren't you supposed to refer to them that way?"

I said: "I'm not sure Miss Betty; I thought only when I was
addressing them."

Betty said: "That's why we need it written down. It would be a
shame if I punished you and it was not a rule. Don't you think?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Then I assisted Betty in the toilet and she let me pick her
underwear, I couldn't resist matching black panties and bra. She
looked so lovely.

Betty said: "Take care of Sarah and mom. I'll finish myself."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied. She looked so desirable, I
was sorry to leave.

The rules at home

I call Sarah and Kathleen 'Miss Sarah' and 'Miss Kathleen'. This
applies to other certain unspecified other women. Also when
answering it is 'yes ma'am.'

I have to do what Sarah, Kathleen, or Betty tell me.

When encountering or departing the presence of the ladies I
curtsy to each one. Again also to other unspecified women. When
I serve food or drink I stand and wait while it's consumed,
additionally I hold a folded towel in my elbow at lunchtime.

Arguing is forbidden. Pointed questioning is forbidden and may
be designated as tedious or impertinent.

Sullen behavior or any attitude is forbidden.

Wine drinking is forbidden except when offered by one of the
ladies.

House cleaning and laundry will be performed, underwear will be
hand washed and ironed.

Food will be prepared and served. The kitchen will be kept
clean.

When reporting and waiting for recognition, there is no talking
or moving.

There is no free time. Every activity is monitored and
previously authorized by Betty.

The rules at work

My boss is Carmen, who reports to Peggy. Carmen monitors all of
my activity and tasks must be authorized by her.

I have to do what any of the staff tell me to do. I cannot order
them to do anything.

I address the IT staff as 'Miss' and 'ma'am'.

I have to stand at meetings.

I clean the ladies toilets three times a day.

I clean the computer monitors and keyboards in the morning.

When I report to Carmen I have to wait for recognition without
moving or talking.

My responsibility is the IT department reporting to Peggy, but I
have no authority over the workers.

I wrote this on two separate pieces of paper and Betty studied
them both. Of course I had to stand while she did so.

I had very lusting thoughts about her. She had picked out a very
short skirt, and a yellow blouse that had epaulets. Betty had
her thighs spread a little but I couldn't enjoy the view where I
was standing.

Betty said: "I think I'll have a meeting with Carmen, and maybe
lunch with Peggy tomorrow."

I didn't think that I would like the outcome of those meetings
but I wasn't asked any questions.

I fixed lunch for the ladies and while I stood there I overheard
a conversation about my cooking. One opinion offered is that I
serve the best food and wine when a punishment is scheduled.
Betty suggested I go to a cooking school maybe a Cordon Bleu.
Then they talked about Lucy and told Betty the arrangements
which I had previously learned from Lucy. Actually Sarah and
Kathleen paid more than Lucy got. I am so amazed at these
ladies. They know how to operate every button in my head. I am
so lucky they selected me.

In these situations the sub is often accused of controlling the
scene. I feel that any observer seeing me standing here with a
stupid towel on my arm can see that this scene is not the
product of my control. I really think that the genius here is
Kathleen. If there hadn't been a Kathleen, I suspect Sarah would
have filed for divorce and I would have become alone. This is so
much better.

I busied myself with refilling water and wine and offering
seconds and offering special dessert.

Kathleen and I worked on our bills and investments, I became
even more impressed with her shrewd instincts, in the few months
we've been doing this I deferred to her because she was the
mistress, but we have made lots of money. She can read a
financial report and get a good and bad feeling that seems to be
right every time. I don't know how she knows.

Then I made dinner, it was spaghetti and Trader Joe's sauce and
hot spinach and tomato salad with a great Chianti. There was no
talk of sending me to cooking school. They ate it all so I had
to eat what I could find.

I brought glasses into the family room where the ladies
assembled to watch television. I poured more Chianti. I lost
track of how many times I curtsied.

I brought in the ironing board and a basket with the laundry and
just like Sarah said, I thought of each lady as I ironed her
panties and brassieres and garter belts and folded their
stockings and panty hose.

Then I delivered the laundry to each lady's dresser drawer where
I straightened out all the contents as well as what I was
adding. Toying with their underwear this way makes me feel very
much owned.

I finished and put away the iron and board and stuff, and came
back to the family room and stood waiting for somebody to ask me
to do something.

Betty was talking to Sarah saying that if they needed me at the
office they wouldn't have me doing these stupid things.

Yeah Betty, go girl! I thought.

Sarah said she had nothing to do with it.

Betty said she was going to talk to Peggy and Carmen.

Meanwhile no one was talking to me. I stood like I was supposed
to and waited. Finally Kathleen said to go to her room and stand
in front of the hook.

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied three times.

The hook is screwed into the wall so Kathleen can easily fasten
the collar so I could be confined with little effort on her
part. I adore Kathleen but she is conflicted between having me
provide her with sex and the propriety of a mother-in-law's
role. I think I have suffered because of her conflict.

I feel anxious because I don't know what will happen. Kathleen
has that effect on me. I think I won't be punished because she
could have sent me to the stocks, but it could still go either
way. She thinks making me wait is a good thing.

Finally I heard her come into the room. She said: "Strip and go
back to standing there."

I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" She has said she likes to look
at me, or she's getting me ready for a beating, or for sex. I
waited some more.

She said: "You may assist me;" I followed her into the bathroom,
and knelt in front of her and drew down her panties. I wanted to
tell her how much I admired and adored her but I'm not her
lover, I'm her slave.

After she peed, she pulled my head into her pussy, I was
delighted, and I would have stayed there forever which was
fortunate because she took a very long time coming, I didn't
stop then but later she had enough.

She said: "You may undress me and put away the clothes."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I found her beautiful when she was naked. I
wanted to touch her body.

She said: "You can get into bed with me. I want your hands on me
until I fall asleep."

I have sensed for a long time she could read my mind. I
hurriedly undressed and caressed her back and neck and butt, and
she turned over, and I was all over her boobs and I kissed her,
and immediately worried I was going too far, but she pushed my
head down and I was between her thighs and resumed eating her
until she pulled me up by my hair. I was kissing her belly when
I heard her breathing change - she was asleep.

I tried to fall asleep, but I was a little worried about Betty.

Monday

In the Morning I'm sure I was the first to wake up. Kathleen was
sleeping, Sarah was sleeping and I think Betty was too. I wrote
a note to Betty.

Dear Miss Betty,

Everyone is asleep and I would like to prepare coffee and cut up
fruit for breakfast and set out various cereals and yoghurts and
set plates, silver ware and glasses. I am planning to bring hot
coffee to my beloved ladies.

Begging permission to do that,
Your servant,
Jim.

I brought coffee for Betty because I knew she would be the first
up and she said: "I want you on your knees and tell me how you
felt writing the note."

Betty was naked warming her hands on the coffee. I said: "Miss
Betty in a word I felt I was owned by you and that feeling
continued while I did the preparations and still do."

Betty said: "Isn't that better than facing a hard whipping."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but even worse than the whipping would have
been you being cross with me."

read part thirty-six here:-
http://u4ds.com/2011/12/jims_story_-_part_thirty-six.shtml

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S: The Prisoner - Chapter 83
From: Boz 4444
Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 02:22:09 -0000

The Prisoner, by Will Cane

Chapter 83

The previous episode, Chapter 82, is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2011/02/the_prisoner_-_chapter_82.shtml

The people in the neighbourhood had always known the bleak and
forbidding building as the Old Police Station, and this name had
remained long after the constabulary had moved out to more
modern premises. The three storey Victorian building lay empty
for some years until the need to establish the new Local
Corrections Offices.

It took some months before the place was up and running. The
function of the establishment was to provide a place where
offenders released to work locally could be sent by their
temporary owners for punishment should the offences or
complaints be too serious or too distasteful for them to deal
with personally.

With the level of abuse that was becoming all too regular in the
system it wasn't long before the services on offer were
increased to include relief milking sessions and many more
varied forms of discipline than were officially sanctioned.

All that was necessary for the owner was for them to complete a
simple online form. After due consideration by a local
committee, an appointment time would be sent back. The owner
would then inform their charge of the date and time they were to
report along with a list of pre-arrival procedures that would be
required.

Simpler events such as the infliction of a routine maintenance
beating were dealt with by the prisoner arriving with a note
from the owner in plenty of time for the arrangements to be made
before the appointed hour. The journey was always to be by the
local 'bus service and with the new bright red ID cards that
they were obliged to display so that everyone else travelling
was sure to know their destination and therefore the purpose of
the visit.

It had been made a policy that, with the exception of the
Maintenance punishments, the prisoner was not to be told the
reason or reasons for the visit so this would cause them to
spend some time searching their minds for the offence that they
had obviously committed and greatly increase their apprehension
and fear level. Neither would they be told what the punishment
would be until they had been secured over the punishment horse
with a gag in their mouths to prevent protest or even comment.

The original intention was for the "Locals" as these correction
offices became known, to be staffed with professionals from the
Correctional Centres but the number of "Locals" being
constructed and the expansion of the Correctional system soon
caused a shortage of suitable ladies.

It was decided to have the experienced wardresses in charge of
the local offices, but the majority of the punishments and
treatments would have to be administered by local volunteers.
The minimum age for recruitment was eighteen and the maximum
fifty-five provided that a basic fitness test could be passed.

Uniforms were to be white blouses with plain blue ties, long
black skirts and high heels. Shoulder tabs were worn with the
shirt with "Volunteer" stitched in white. Unlike the regular
wardresses no straps were carried but they did have one of the
newer springy crops with a round leather tab at the end with a
small hole in the centre.

The interviews were held in a formal setting at the nearest
Correction Centre. Applicants were thoroughly questioned on
their attitudes to inflicting corporal punishment and whether
they had any experience. Those selected were then invited to
attend the evening punishment session where it was arranged that
heavy thrashings would be required.

This initial exposure ruled out those of a squeamish disposition
and the ones that were left were subjected to intensive
interviews to determine their attitudes to infliction of
corporal type punishments on both male and female prisoners.

The ones that were found suitable then had to pass a simple test
where they were handed firstly a piece of paper detailing the
complaint that had been raised on a prisoner, then a second that
ordered a punishment with a medium weight strap and finally
taken to a punishment room where a nervous male or female was
awaiting sentence. Here they were expected to lay on one of the
straps with sufficient enthusiasm that the staff would be
inclined to offer them the post.

Needless to say, the opinions of the prisoner were not called
for.

A period of probation was then served where the ladies dressed
as wardress volunteers carrying out routine administration. They
would then be given a list of various punishments that they
would carry out to the satisfaction of a full time wardress
before being fully signed off to lay on the punishments to the
visiting prisoners.

The volunteers came from all sections of the community and in
all shapes and sizes. The one uniting feature was that once they
had changed from their day clothes into their uniforms they
became authorised to inflict pain and as such create real fear
in the minds of those they met in the building.

The type of implement and number of strokes was always laid down
by the full time wardress in charge so in theory the degree of
punishment was controlled. However, the nature of the females
who volunteered for such infliction ensured that there were
always ways to be found to increase both the humiliation and
actual pain that the prisoners would receive.

Once the door to the punishment room had been closed and locked
behind the volunteer lady and the hapless victim, no one would
be any the wiser if subtle techniques were employed in a
sadistic way that greatly added to the distress that the
punishment was originally designed to impose.

All this information was, as yet, only a distant rumour to many
prisoners in the community such as Lang. She had presented
herself for inspection as ordered following her twelve slaps
with the paddle by Miss Sophie. She had to face away from her
male owner and ex-husband, stand with feet apart and then bend
fully over raising her skirt over her waist. The very act of
stretching the bruised flesh over her lower thighs hurt like
hell but she knew better than to offer any objections.

She heard Miss Sophie enter the room and the discouraging
clicking of the man's tongue as he looked over the punished
area.

"You have hardly reddened her at all Sophie, you really must
learn to lay on the implement so that it really hurts. I will
have to arrange more practice for you. As we have some of the
neighbours dropping in for a drink tomorrow lunch-time, Lang
here will be serving them... so she is bound to make the odd
error that will need dealing with. As she knew some of them when
she lived here it will be a real test of her humility and
acceptance of her new status. Just make sure that you smarten
her up before they arrive... a bath would not go amiss, I can
smell her from here."

Before falling asleep Lang started the long process in oiling
the strap that was to be used for her Maintenance beatings. It
seemed heavier than she expected and was still rigid and
inflexible. She realised that she had only three days to work
any flexibility into the cruel leather before it would be
applied to her rear so she rubbed the oil in as much as she
could before returning the strap to the hook over her bed where
it was an ever present reminder of what was to come.

Following a restless night in her cell-like room, Lang did
indeed get her first bath as promised. She had served early
morning tea in bed to the couple and was told to wait outside
the adjoining toilet to await the convenience of Miss Sophie.
The young female eventually put her head out of the bathroom and
called Lang in. She was told that she could use the un-flushed
toilet and then take a bath in the soapy cooling bath-water left
by her owner.

The relief that Lang felt as she used the toilet was immense and
the chance of getting herself clean overcame any inhibitions she
had about using another female's dirty water. By the time she
had dressed again in the stale panties, old bra and her dowdy
servant clothes she felt almost human.

Having gone downstairs she was given her orders to prepare for
the arrival of the guests and even told who they would include.
There would be just three female neighbours and one single lady.
Those that had husbands would be consigning them to a day of
golf along with Sophie's husband. Not surprisingly Lang had
known one of them in her previous life in the house. She had
always struck her as rather arrogant and unkind and she knew
instinctively that she would relish seeing her obliged to grovel
to please her.

She was the first to arrive. When Lang responded to the door
bell and opened it to greet her with a curtsy, she had a grin
wider than her face at Lang's appearance. She quickly showed her
through into the large conservatory where the drinks were being
served.

The next lady was around forty years old, somewhat overbearing,
tall and dressed in a business suit covering her voluptuous
figure. From the way she stared at Lang she knew that the woman
spelt trouble for her, given half a chance.

She didn't recognise the next lady either but then a woman
arrived with a man she recognised as having been in the same
Correctional Centre for a while. She was tall and slim in her
mid forties and wearing a leather skirt with a white blouse. She
made no attempt to offer any greeting but simply brushed past
Lang as she curtsied respectfully. The male had dutifully
followed the lady at a distance and parted company as she
entered the front door to make his own entrance via the rear of
the house.

With the help of the other prisoner-servant Lang served the
canapes and drinks as quickly as she could in the hope of
avoiding trouble. As she turned around, having picked up a full
tray of drinks, she collided with the neighbour from hell who
had carefully positioned herself on her blind side to cause such
a collision.

The room fell silent.

She rushed to clean up the mess assisted by the male prisoner
and as she was dumping the broken glasses in the trash heard the
voice of her owner ordering her back into the conservatory.

Lang arrived to find the guests sitting around the edge of the
room and scarcely able to keep the smirks off their faces. It
seems that they had been promised a display of how to deal with
prisoner servants along with their invitation, and now she had
provided the excuse.

She was ordered to stand in the centre of the room. Miss Sophie
stepped forward and gave her a stinging slap across the face.
She then turned to the guests:

"I can but apologise for this error. These prisoner servants
were supposed to have been trained before their release to the
community but it seems that Lang here has chosen to disregard
both her training and my reputation as a hostess. Clearly some
form of punishment is required and I believe that it will be
fitting if you all decide what it is to be."

The well built lady in the business suit asked if she had been
punished recently as in her view that might have kept her on her
toes. Sophie simply ordered Lang to turn her back on the guests,
spread her legs and touch her toes. She then reached over and
casually flipped her skirt over her back to reveal her bunched
up panties and the well bruised plump buttocks and thighs.

The woman with the male servant commented that she certainly
kept her man in a more tender and receptive state so that he was
in constant fear of having to take more punishment.

Such was the murmured interest shown by the other guests that
she called him in from the kitchen. His glance took in Lang's
exposed humiliation and he soon found himself in the same
position next to her with his trousers and pants down to his
ankles.

His buttocks and especially the back of his thighs were
certainly more bruised than Lang's and the newness of the
bruising indicated a recent topping up. One by one the guests
moved forward to run their fingers over the exposed flesh on
both servants.

The business suited lady reached between his legs and pulled his
dangling scrotum back between his thighs asking if his owner
felt that punishments in that area were appropriate in the
domestic environment. She was assured that should there be any
sexual inappropriateness on his behalf she would certainly
consider a genital punishment and he was due to receive one that
night along with his maintenance beating for displaying an
erection earlier in the day.

"That would be fascinating," remarked the heavily breasted
female. "Would it be possible to bring the event forward so that
we could all watch? I'm thinking of getting one of these
prisoners myself and seeing how they should be disciplined would
be most instructive."

The male's owner looked enquiringly at the host, Sophie, who
smiled her agreement immediately, offering to lend any equipment
that might be required if the boy's own implements were not
close by.

Lang was despatched to collect the items the owner needed. They
included her own punishment strap from beside her bed and a
collection of implements from the punishment room. Following a
whispered conversation between the owner and Miss Sophie, the
latter left the room to collect a couple of items from the
kitchen.

When everything had been assembled the boy's owner introduced
herself as Amanda and started what would turn out to be a master
class in domestic discipline for male and female servants.

Lang was told to adjust her dress and wait behind the guests who
all sat in a wide padded sofa. The male, just referred to as
"boy" was ordered to fully strip and stand rigidly at the
present in front of them. He was around thirty, nearly six feet
in height, well built with moderate body hair and short dark
hair. He was very, very, nervous.

Amanda explained how this would be a demonstration of the
regular Maintenance beating but would also include his weekly
inspection and a dose of genital discipline. Before she even
looked at the male she reached down and picked up his white
cotton briefs turning them inside out.

"I firmly believe in carrying out unannounced inspections of
underwear as well as regular ones such as this. I am looking for
any signs... any signs... of penile activity that might indicate
unauthorised self-abuse or even stains from a period in
erection." She then held the garment out to the ladies. "I'm
afraid that such signs are present as you can see."

She pointed out the slightest spot of discolouration in the
crotch area.

"This will be dealt with in a while. For now, he is well aware
that evidence has been found and that a price for this
tumescence will have to be paid. I like to start by emphasising
my authority so I need to change his position slightly."

From the look on his face he knew what was coming as, following
instructions he took his hands from on his head and placed them
behind his back with the fingers gripping his opposite arm near
his elbow. Standing back she then raised her right hand and
brought it rapidly down across his face. Before he could even
react, the same hand came back across his other cheek leaving
both reddened. A barely discernable "Thank you Ma'am" came from
the victim.

"It seems a shame to have Wendell here in front of witnesses
without them contributing in some way," Amanda remarked looking
at the well-built lady.

She immediately stood up with a broad smile, announced herself
as Louise Maxton, and said that she would be delighted to help
out. Following Amanda's advice she removed a large ring from one
hand leaving just plain gold rings that she had been told would
not cause any undue damage. Wearing high heels, she was as tall
as the servant as she stood in front of him. She had a certain
presence that encouraged him to brace hard without any further
orders.

The right hand was raised behind Mrs Maxton's head and brought
down and round with a force that surprised everyone in the room,
particularly the prisoner who was nearly knocked off his feet.
As she raised her left hand he instinctively closed his eyes
just before the hand hit his right cheek even harder. It left
him shaking with either shock or fear and forgetting to offer
his gratitude.

This error was immediately jumped on by Amanda.

"I'm sorry Mrs Maxton, but as the wretch has forgotten to thank
you for your efforts, I will have to ask you to repeat the
slaps."

Louise couldn't believe her luck. The afternoon was exceeding
her wildest expectations. She removed her business jacket
revealing a long sleeved white blouse. What had appeared to be a
large frame shrunk as her waist firmly contained in the skirt
was revealed. She was certainly wide around her hips but it was
her thrusting chest that everyone noticed even under the blouse.
Adding to the delay she then slowly rolled up both sleeves to
indicate that she meant business.

She was much slower this time in taking aim. She really hit hard
on the left cheek knocking his head to the side then slowly
positioned herself to use her other hand all the while fixing
him in her stare. This too seemed harder than the earlier one
and he could hardly wait to stutter "T-t-thank you Ma'am!" with
some enthusiasm.

"Not a good start Wendell. Your lack of respect for Mrs Maxton
has placed me in a very embarrassing position, so don't expect
any sympathy from me if you find this little session unpleasant.
You will now kneel down in front of these ladies and apologise
for your behaviour by kissing each of their feet and stating
that you are indeed sorry."

He started at the feet of Mrs Maxton who slowly uncrossed her
legs placing her high heeled shoes on the carpet a little
distance apart. Her tight skirt was above her knees and as
Wendell changed from giving her right shoe a deferential kiss
his eyes passed just below her slightly parted knees. He duly
said "I apologise Madam for my lack of respect to you." ...and
then kissed her left shoe tip.

Next to her was Sophie wearing a loose cotton skirt. A she
uncrossed her legs she deliberately planted her shoes over a
foot apart. Wendell kissed her right foot, went to look up at
her face to apologise, but stupidly was unable to control
himself and looked up the skirt for a split second. Sophie
pretended not to notice. Instead she waited until he had
apologised to the other two females then stood up and blew her
top.

"Amanda! I am amazed and disgusted at your servant's behaviour.
He deliberately looked up my skirt at my most intimate underwear
whilst he was supposedly apologising. Just look at his wretched
penis, he is even having an erection and displaying a total lack
of respect for every one of us."

The other three women joined in the condemnation revelling in
the look of terror that the boy now displayed along with the
hardening appendage. It was only the briefest of glances with
each lady... but as they had complained and he had erected, it
would have to be dealt with. He was soon at the attention
standing in front of them awaiting his fate.

His owner was fuming. "I can but apologise ladies for this
display. I do have a way of dealing with the inappropriate
tumescence that is usually effective. He seems to hate having it
done but I don't see any other alternative than for us each to
apply that particular discipline to him, if you are all in
agreement."

She moved a large square leather footrest into the centre of the
room and ordered the male to stand over it with a foot either
side. He could only achieve this by taking up a semi-squatting
position with his thighs well apart and his scrotum dangling and
accessible. Placing his hands on the floor made his position
even more vulnerable but ideally placed for what his owner had
in mind.

"I suggest that we each administer a slap to the rear of his
genitals. I find that this really gets through to him and tests
his acceptance of my authority in remaining still and accepting
the inevitable discomfort. As he will be receiving five such
slaps today it should be a most beneficial experience. Perhaps
if we allow... say... two minutes recovery between each
application... he will have time to recover and think about his
errors before the next one. I will go first to demonstrate."

She knelt next to his left foot, supported herself by gripping
his left thigh with her free hand and then gently stroked his
scrotum with her other fingers. Flattening her right hand she
brought it back to a few inches behind the target then with a
sudden movement, slapped the rear of the exposed and hanging
genitals. A grunt of pain came from the male as his knees flexed
and body shuddered. He knew that he was required to remain in
position and somehow managed it.

"It's the subsequent slaps that really have the required effect
ladies. Right now he is suffering a dull ache that extends up
into his stomach but he knows that more is still to come and
that he has no choice but to accept the pain."

Mrs Maxton was next. Having positioned herself on her knees she
reached between his legs and gently grasped his penis,
commenting upon how the treatment was already "doing him good"
as his "stiffy" was fast disappearing. She then firmly grasped
his testicles to remind him of what was coming. When she was
given the nod by Amanda she let go, moved her fingers back and
then slapped the dangling bulbs with an audible sound.

This time his knees really buckled and he would have collapsed
on the stool in the hope of protecting his testes, but Mrs
Maxton re-took them in an even firmer grip and warned him to get
back in position.

Sophie stood up and moved towards him. "I suppose that we should
help him absorb the pain by letting him know what will happen if
he tries to avoid our slaps." She said with a smirk. "How about
six strokes with a cane from each of us if he breaks position?"

This was agreed by all the ladies.

Having gently lifted and lowered the sagging scrotum a few times
Sophie gave it the sharpest slap thus far, causing the genitals
to fly forward until restrained by their own limits of
elasticity.

Wendell could not believe that this was happening to him. He was
shaking all over and a cold sweat had broken out all over his
naked body. He knew that he simply must accept the slaps no
matter how much the pain increased each time.

Mercifully the last two ladies seemed, by comparison, almost
gentle with the slaps and he was soon back at the 'present' in
front of them. Despite his odd error they were more than
impressed by the way he was receptive to their authority and
knew that it was necessary to accept whatever they dished out.

Amanda admitted that she had found what she thought was the
ideal way of keeping the male in permanent fear. She simply used
the facility of sending him to the Local Correction centre at
frequent intervals for what she termed "Remedial" punishments.
Experience had taught her that despite her frequent efforts to
beat some sense and obedience into him, a regular dose of what
she thought of as professional discipline applied in formal
conditions by an experienced lady disciplinarian really brought
him up to a decent standard of servility and respect.

The ladies took an immediate interest in hearing about this
facility and asked her to explain:

All she had to do when she felt that a little extra discipline
was needed was to type in her complaint on the "Local" website
and await an appointment being sent back. She would then let
Wendell know, and the more notice he had, usually 36 hours or
so, the greater the time to build up his stress level.

He would shower and present himself for a naked inspection,
desperately trying to think what offence he had committed and
therefore how severe his punishment would be. Amanda in turn
would check his body for cleanliness but give no hint as to what
had displeased her.

Fully dressed and with his red ID card prominently displayed he
started the long journey by 'bus to the centre. He meticulously
followed the rules for prisoners travelling in public. As well
as keeping his ID clearly visible he stood for the whole journey
even with seats empty all around him. He knew that any member of
the public could take offence, either real or imagined and
having noted the number on the ID, report him to the authorities
who took a dim view of any such complaints.

The word had certainly got out about what happened at the end of
that particular 'bus route for anyone with a red ID card and he
received several grins from other passengers who knew full well
that he could only be on his way for a punishment of some kind.

In some ways his first visit caused him less fear and
apprehension than the subsequent ones. Ignorance was indeed, in
that context, relative bliss. The procedure to be followed had
been printed out by his owner and memorised by himself the night
before. He marched smartly up to the raised main reception desk
where he was obliged to look up to a large black lady dressed in
her wardress uniform. She was in charge of the whole centre and
regularly took the reception position to meet all the day's
intake.

Standing to attention he announced his name, remembering to add
the title "Madam" at the end.

Chief Wardress Rathbone stared down impassively at him before
checking her computer screen. She was tall with a firm body
albeit larger than average. She had been a semi-professional
athlete in her day specialising in weights and shot put and
retained that air of strength from continuing use of the gym.
Her hair was swept back in a formal bun that added to the
appearance of a formidable woman who was not to be trifled with.

"Good Morning... 'Mister'... Wendell", she said with a sarcastic
tone. "You know the procedure I trust. First, change into your
punishment clothes, then take a seat in the holding area and you
will be collected when my staff are ready for you."

He went in to the changing room and was given the standard white
vest with a number in large black letters on both the front and
the back, thin shorts and sandals all of which were designed to
make life simpler for the staff and even more humiliating for
the prisoners. He could well imagine that the females, obliged
to wear just a thin un-supporting vest and small tight panties,
felt even more vulnerable.

Having stripped completely he donned the items and following the
orders of the young wardress drank a pint of water that she
poured "To keep him properly hydrated" then marched over to the
entrance to a large well lit room from which the door had been
removed. In it, sitting at a desk with a computer terminal was
one of the junior volunteer officers aged around 18 years. She
nodded at Wendell and pointed to one of the rows of low wooden
benches on which sat other prisoners awaiting the convenience of
a staff member.

The benches were arranged in a row one side of the room for
males, with the other row facing them for females. There were
three males and four females all with the combined look of dread
and inevitability on their faces. One of the females, a 25 year
old slim blonde had clearly already visited one of the
punishment cells and sat sobbing and sniffing into a paper
tissue.

The benches themselves were designed to add to the ordeal.
Instead of a flat surface they had half inch metal ridges
running from the front to the rear every two inches. No attempt
had been made to smooth off the edges. A one inch raised ridge
indicated where their anal cleft was to be positioned.

Given that most punishments were inflicted across the victim's
seat, these ridges were designed to press across the stripes
greatly adding to the discomfort. Prior to any punishment they
were just uncomfortable, especially if any other beatings had
been laid on in the preceding days. Following a recent thrashing
however, they would be agonising.

Additionally, the benches were low to the floor causing the
prisoners knees to be much higher than their hips. This had the
effect of forcing more of their body weight on to their
throbbing buttocks and tightening the skin in the area. With the
females being required to sit with knees wide apart, this caused
them to display their pantied crotch even more blatantly than
normal.

To increase the fear and anticipation the system denied the
victims any idea of what they were about to receive and they
were kept waiting for an inordinate time. Additionally, each one
of them returning to the holding cell having been dealt with was
required to stand in front of the group and state what they had
just received before taking their seats.

Just as Wendell had found a moderately comfortable position a
plump forty year old female marched in. Her face was flushed and
tear stained but she managed to compose herself and announced
her name adding: "My punishment was 12 strokes of the strap
across my naked buttocks and thighs," before taking her seat
with some exclamations of distress, with her knee high position
fully revealing the red band marks on the back of her upper
thighs.

Nothing happened for many long minutes. Around the walls were
several notices designed to put the prisoners' nerves even more
on edge: "No protests of any sort accepted" and next to it "Any
prisoner making any complaint or criticism shall be liable to
additional punishment at the discretion of any staff member."

One notice stated "Prisoners are advised to relieve themselves
before each punishment. Those wishing to do so should ask a
staff member for permission." In itself this caused them to feel
discomfort and the need to use a toilet. There was one supplied
at the far end of the waiting area in full view of everyone and
it wasn't long before a tall extremely slim female prisoner
stood up and marched to a position in front of the staff desk.
She executed a curtsy to the young girl and, with a blush, asked
for permission to relieve herself.

The girl, clearly one of the new group of volunteers, glanced at
her VDU then looked up at the prisoner:

"No! Come back in fifteen minutes and ask again girl!" the staff
female snapped.

Having checked her VDU she knew that the girl would be collected
for punishment in less than fifteen minutes and that sending
prisoners to the punishment cells with a full bladder could only
add to the amusement of her colleagues giving them more scope
than ever for further humiliations and pain infliction.

A thirty something female in Nurses uniform appeared at the open
door and called out Wendell's number. Covering his surprise that
he was to get it over with so early he leapt to attention and
snapped out a smart "Ma'am" in response. He soon found himself
following the nurse, not downstairs to the punishment cells but
up a long flight of steps. She opened a door labelled "Clinical
Milking Room" and walked inside followed by Wendell.

The room had white walls ceiling and floor with large windows. A
strong smell of antiseptic hung in the air and around the walls
were various stands, boards and furniture designed to hold
prisoners who were receiving the medical attentions of a staff
nurse.

Wendell could only assume that he was to receive a medical
examination and was somewhat shaken when he was told that his
owner had requested that he be milked before he was punished on
the basis that he was due for a regular milking and also that
she felt a thorough milking before he was punished would help
concentrate his mind. He knew only too well that the policy of
making the "extraction" as unpleasant as possible would be fully
followed in this room and the thought of that and the ill-
treatment to come made him more than nervous.

Just then there was a knock at the door and in walked two young
females dressed in street clothes rather than a uniform of some
sort. With a snigger the taller of the two with long fair hair
in a pony tail wearing a tight business skirt and blue blouse
announced to the Nurse that Chief Wardress Rathbone had said
that as they were in the building as part of a work experience
scheme, they could watch the procedure and then witness the
subsequent punishment of the male. The younger, shorter girl in
glasses with long dark hair wearing a thin shirt top and a short
denim skirt nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

The Nurse asked if this was their first visit and they both
nodded adding that they had been looking forward to it for days
as they eventually hoped that it would lead to a part time job
as a disciplinarian in the Local.

Shrugging, the Nurse said that it would not be a pleasant sight
to watch, but they would have to learn sooner or later how the
males were dealt with and the sooner they both got started the
better.

She then turned to Wendell and ordered him to remove his vest
shorts and sandals then assume the 'present' position in the
middle of the room.

He glanced nervously at the two girls, then removed and
carefully placed the items on the floor then braced himself into
the 'present'.

"This is a good position for him to hold to start your training
ladies," remarked the Nurse. "This ensures that he is fully
exposed and you have complete access to any part of his body for
an inspection. He is also required to maintain that position
even though you may be a little harsh in your examination."

Despite his best efforts at self control, Wendell felt his penis
start to erect as a result of the humiliation of being so
exposed to the three women. One of the girls noticed it first
and with an exclamation of disgust, pointed it out to the nurse.

"Mmmm... well... you must expect a fairly frequent loss of
control such as this when dealing with male prisoners. I could
have him punished on the basis of insolence but as we are here
to milk him I will overlook it this one time. Have you both
handled a male's genitalia before?"

The elder of the two nodded that she had and she was chosen to
start, but this was clearly to be a first for the other girl.
First she was told to feel the nipples to see how they responded
and how they were almost as sensitive to pressure as were the
female variety. She was told that when a male was up for a
Genital Punishment these were a useful point of pain infliction
as well as the "lower" bits.

Following the nurse's suggestion to give them a good squeeze she
did just that resulting in a grunt and twitch from the male. As
she released them the younger girl needed no encouragement and
went straight in with her long nails which caught Wendell by
surprise. As she dug the nails into his now pronounced teats he
almost doubled up in pain but even as he lowered his arms to
relieve the tightness of his nipples that she gripped so
tenaciously, a sharp "Keep still Boy" from the nurse made him
stand back to the 'present' despite the continuing pain from her
grip.

When she did finally release his nipples it was not only Wendell
who realised that the girl was unusually sadistic.

The nurse handed out latex gloves and all three pulled them on
to their hands with loud clicks as they released the elasticised
cuffs around their wrists. She grasped the penis and started her
lecture.

"Start by uncovering the end if the male is uncircumcised and
checking the area for general cleanliness especially around the
rear of the glans whilst holding the foreskin hard back. Rubbing
one finger tip firmly around the ridge should reveal any
deposits or you can use something like a wooden toothpick
instead. Do lift the penis up so that the underside is fully
exposed. Then move down to the scrotum, bearing in mind that it
is impossible to thoroughly examine this area without some
discomfort for the subject, but Wendell here knows better than
to complain or try to impede your efforts. Feel the shape and
condition of each testicle between your fingers and also the
other contents of the scrotum until you are satisfied that there
is nothing untoward. Don't worry about knowing what is normal
and what is not, if you are selected to work here you will have
to handle several males every day and will soon learn to
recognise any problems."

These inspections were universally hated by all the male
prisoners. Having to stand, naked and fully exposed whilst any
of the female staff, or in this case two young girls who had
walked in off the street to satisfy their curiosity, groped
squeezed and pulled your most private parts was bad enough. But
the pain and discomfort that they always seem to cause in the
pursuit of being "thorough" always made it worse. These two
"trainees" proved to be no exception to that rule.

The taller girl went first. She was certainly firm, especially
running her finger round the glans but at least she went easy on
the contents of his scrotum. Not so the younger dark haired
female. Despite her claimed lack of experience she managed to
have him gritting his teeth from her first grip of his penis.
Somehow she managed to force his foreskin so hard back that it
hurt, especially when she used her other hand to scrape around
the base of his glans with a sharp nail that she had cleverly
forced through the thin latex of her glove.

She then knelt on the floor in front of the male so that her
eyes were almost on a level with his genitalia. She reached
forward and soon had a testicle gripped firmly between the
fingers and thumbs of each hand. She rolled the sensitive bulbs
around as if handling fruit in a market then suddenly utilised
the protruding nail to jab the right testicle causing him to
gasp and bend forward.

She looked over at the Nurse and smiled as Wendell was shouted
at by her to remain in position. He was relieved when she
reduced the pressure and started to feel all around the dangling
sack exploring the internal connections that reached up into his
body. With a final squeeze of both testes she stood up and moved
away.

"Well ladies," the nurse continued, "the next part of the
examination is pretty revolting but entirely necessary."

She went on to explain the location and function of the male
prostate and soon had their subject kneeling on a bench with his
head well down and facing away from them. The nurse then ordered
his knees to be spread and back arched to present his anal cleft
as much as possible. She supplied some lubricant for the two
females to spread liberally on the fingers of their right hand,
the younger girl having sensibly changed her glove for one that
was intact.

It didn't take long. Wendell knew better than to clench or
resist in any way and was relieved that the cream they had used
didn't contain any substance that would irritate his delicate
membranes, as it so often did during anal examinations. They
both pressed and rubbed against his prostate with two fingers
firmly and uncomfortably inserted as deeply as they could into
his rectum. Both were removed with a loud plopping sound and he
was told to stand back at the 'present'.

"We will now attend to the milking. Remember, this has to result
in an ejaculation but we are required to make the whole process
as unpleasant as possible so that it will not be looked forward
to with anything but apprehension in the future. There are a
variety of ways he can be presented for our convenience and as I
normally insist on trying for three spurts from each male, we
can try one each. The first position will be at the 'present' as
he is now. If you would both care to change your gloves for
these heavy duty rubber ones you will notice that they are
heavily ridged to enable you to get a proper grip."

Having determined that one was left handed and the other right,
she soon had a girl seated at right angles either side with
their parted upper thighs gripping him just above the knees. The
young one was instructed to hold the dangling scrotum to stop
any bouncing whilst the other lubricated her right hand,
snatched his foreskin fully back and started to pump the shaft
up and down.

Once a rhythm had been established and the male started to make
small movements of his pelvis in response, the nurse stopped the
girl and handed her a small tin containing a white crystalline
substance. Following the nurses instructions she applied a
liberal amount of what she realised was crystals of rock salt
then resumed pumping but at a greatly increased speed.

The male's reaction was instantaneous. From experiencing a
pleasurable sensation from the small gloved hand the crystals
were now being dragged along the shaft and back scratching at
the retracted foreskin and throbbing glans. The pace was
increased to maximum and the grip on his legs increased.

Despite the stinging pain, the massage of the shaft was still
stimulating and he suddenly felt the surges of an ejaculation,
an ejaculation that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
With more pain than pleasure he spurted into a glass jar that
the nurse had suddenly produced and held just clear of his
penile tip.

"That, ladies, was not the most satisfying experience that this
male has ever had, but believe me, the next two will be far
worse. His penis is already a little sore but we will make it
even more tender in this next position."

She soon had him back in the position he had held for the
prostate examination. This time his rapidly re-erecting and
reddened penis was hanging down between his legs. The younger
girl with dark hair was given the task of extracting more
ejaculate.

On the nurses advice she sat behind him and reached up to grasp
the penis from between his thighs. She played gently with the
penis to ensure that the male started to enjoy the experience.
In no time she was pumping with her small hand encircling the
shaft and rubbing up and down from the tip almost to the base.

She took her time and stopped frequently for the nurse to judge
his readiness. Eventually the nurse gave her some cream to
spread liberally on her hand before she started to rapidly pump
again.

The cream contained some sort of chilly extract.

The burning cream was rubbed hard into the sensitive tissue and
combined with the eroticism of what was happening the male, with
a strangled moan, ejaculated into the nurses waiting jar.

"When a male is here for a routine milking I normally only allow
one ejaculation," said the nurse. "In this case the object is to
remove even the slightest sexual thrill that he might have from
being punished so I do my best to drain them as much as
possible. There is no guarantee that this boy will provide a
third sample but we will do our best. In case he has any
thoughts about holding off and not co-operating we will let him
know right now that such behaviour will be punished. By now he
may well be sore and very tender in that
area but there are still a few tricks that we can employ."

For the third milking the nurse elected to have him securely
strapped down on his back to a table with his legs spread and
securely strapped to two arms that came out of the end of the table.
This left his genitals hanging free.

The elder girl was detailed to sit between the spread legs
giving her hands full access to his now sensitive parts. The other
was told to stand at his head which was just below waist high to her.
For some time the seated girl gave him gentle massage to his shaft
and glans until it started to harden. The state of his penis caused
him to complain with deep groans, even though the overall effect was
erotic to him.

The rate of pumping was increased and despite the pain, Wendell
found himself responding and he tried to lift his head to look at his
masturbatrix. At this point the nurse nodded to the younger girl, who,
blushing deeply lifted herself up so that the males gasping face was
trapped under her short skirt. He now found himself staring up at her
panty clad crotch just before the daylight was extinguished and his
nose and mouth were almost totally covered by the thin material.

At this point the other girl slowed down to take some proffered
lubricant from the nurse, then went back to pumping with renewed energy
and speed. It was more of the chilly based cream and the pain level for his
stretched and retracted foreskin and glans went off the scale. With a loud
scream into the panty face mask he felt the surge of the orgasm and the
ensuing wave of shame that his self control had been completely taken away
from him by these young girls.

When released he was ordered back to the 'present' as the now giggling
females took their leave with several backward glances at the male they
had so effectively humiliated. When the paper-work had been completed
the nurse ordered him to dress and proceed downstairs.

It was a very subdued male who found himself back in the waiting
room. His penis throbbed and felt completely raw but at least he
realised that a compromising erection was beyond his
capabilities for some time.

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Jim's Story - part thirty-six

2011-12-25T14:23:21Z

Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 09:23:21 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part thirty-six - Back to Work

Sarah and I ride together to the office. However, I drive and
Sarah rides in the back. We arrive early but many of the other
employees have seen this and it just adds to my humiliation.

I returned from cleaning the rest room to report to Carmen. I
saw her standing outside of my office and I went to her. She
said: "You have to report to my cubicle, go there now or you
will be late."

I saw they were taking my desk apart. I said: "What are they
doing to my office?"

Carmen said: "Go stand in my cubicle now!"

]]> I said: "Can't you tell me what's going on?"

Lisa and Jan were walking by and Carmen said: "Lisa, Jan, will
you escort Jim to my office. He has to stand facing the cubicle
wall and wait for me."

Jan took my arm and I was excited and worked up but I wasn't
going to struggle with my staff. Lisa took my other arm and I
was escorted to Carmen's cubicle.

Jan said: "You have to stand here and there is no talking and
moving."

Lisa said to Jan: "Why can't he talk?"

Jan said: "Carmen always tells him that."

Lisa said: "Do we have to stay here and make sure he doesn't
move?"

Jan said: "No Carmen will take care of him."

I was burning up with humiliation. I was an object to these
women.

Maybe about twenty or thirty minutes later Carmen arrived and
said: "You are in serious trouble, you not only didn't report
here like you have been told to do, you disobeyed me when I told
you to come here and you tried to aggressively question me." She
didn't ask me a question. Carmen said: "You have nothing to
say?"

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "Come with me and I'll show you your new
furniture."

I followed Carmen, I was very apprehensive. She said: "You have
a new stand-up desk. We decided you've been sitting too much.
These chairs in front of the desk are for your visitors, you may
not ever sit in them."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen"; the furniture was dark wood,
seemed to be very good quality, I was impressed.

She said: "Go back to standing in my cubicle; I'm deciding what
to do about your bad behavior."

I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" I wanted to seem contrite. I
stood for another twenty or thirty minutes waiting for Carmen.

She said: "You're going to be caned in the conference room. I
can't manage you when you won't do what I tell you."

I heard her making a call, I think to Peggy. She said: "He's
standing here facing the wall."

She listened then said: "That'll be fine, the more the merrier."

Carmen said: "Our whole department will witness your caning.
Peggy and Sally will be there too."

I wanted to die. 'How can this be happening?' I thought.

We walked to the conference room, me behind the sexy Carmen.
Only Sally was there, she had brought the cane. Carmen said: "Go
to the end of the table and take off your pants and underpants
and bend over the table."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I knew that the whipping paled next to the
humiliation but I knew that Carmen would whip me hard enough so
I would lose my composure. I hope somebody sits on me and
muffles my screaming and crying so a shred of my dignity will be
saved.

I could hear people coming in and talking. It was a happy event,
getting out of working and seeing a spectacle. Peggy came in and
the room got quiet.

Peggy said: "This is not the first time Jim has been caned in
this room on this table. But we want to start a new policy. As
you know Jim is accountable to every one of us here. We expect
him to do many different things and Carmen has been trying to
keep tabs on him by herself. From now on, I would like all of
you to pay attention to Jim's work and his behavior including
any lack of respectful behavior and report it to Sally. If you
wish you can report it anonymously. Periodically we will invite
Jim to a meeting and Sally will report to Carmen the complaints
from you and she will administer the correction."

Carmen said: "Jim has become disobedient and we can't have that,
would someone please volunteer to sit on him?"

Lisa said: "I'll do it."

Lisa it turned out was wearing a full skirt so it completely
covered me; I was in a warm dark tent of privacy, like an
ostrich with its head in the sand. And I was completely seduced.

Carmen said: "Jim isn't very brave when he is being caned so
don't be disturbed by his crying and pleading." And Carmen
struck a very hard blow; and another until I counted about
thirteen when she stopped. But Lisa didn't get off.

I listened and there was a discussion going on if I had gotten
enough strokes. Then they talked about different numbers of
strokes for different offenses. They calculated that there were
three offenses, late for cleaning the toilets, because I hadn't
gone to the right place and I didn't go there when Carmen told
me to, and aggressive questioning.

Everyone it seemed had an opinion but a consensus formed around
twenty-five strokes with credit for the ones I had gotten.

Carmen resumed the caning, each stroke harder than the previous.
I screamed and cried but it was muffled by Lisa's skirt. Lisa
got off me and I noticed that she was very pretty.

Carmen said: "Stand up and face the wall!"

I found it painful to move but I did and said: "Yes ma'am."

It seems that Carmen and Sally and Peggy were talking. Peggy
said: "Sally you should note the suggestions for the punishments
that were made and you and Carmen can discuss and refine them.
Maybe we can institute a fixed number of strokes for each
offense."

Sally said: "I'll work on that; that should improve his
behavior."

Peggy and Sally left. Carmen said to me: "See what you caused to
happen?"

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "You'll probably get caned every week."

I agreed with her assessment.

Carmen said: "You can pull your pants up and go stand in my
cubicle."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I stood in Carmen's cubicle for another half hour. When she came
back Carmen said: "I told Peggy that I thought this might be a
bad idea but she liked it very much so now you will have to live
with it. Every one of the ladies here can rat you out for a spot
on the mirror or their favorite tampon being out. You can't
defend yourself, there's no appeal, its just strokes. You could
end up getting fifty or a hundred strokes, it's crazy."

Carmen is such a good manager that she is now worrying about my
welfare. I only wish I could stop standing here. Carmen said:
"This is all your fault."

I thought her frustration was that she lost her autonomy dealing
with me. She has to at least share with Sally. And it was her
choice to escalate punishing me. I understand why she is
troubled but I'm stuck standing here. And she said it was all my
fault because she realizes it's not.

Carmen said: "Don't you have anything to say?"

I said: "At least you will do the caning."

Carmen said: "Why does that make you happy."

I said: "I thought it would make YOU happy, Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "It does a little."

I said: "You're not happy because you want to decide how much
and why yourself?"

Carmen said: "Yes."

I said: "I think I'm still available to you for whatever you
want to do, it's only this special event that's being run by a
committee."

Carmen said: "No, if you're late coming back from cleaning the
toilets, I have to report you to Sally."

I said: "Oh."

Carmen said: "And Sally will look up what you get for being late
and that's how many strokes you get."

I said: "Don't you decide how many I get for being late?"

Carmen said: "Yes but I don't always give you the same."

I thought to myself that Peggy is actually a very observant
person, I didn't know if I was being rescued or imperilled.
Carmen beats me according to her mood, Sally will always cause
me to be beaten the same amount, but now I have nearly ten
supervisors handing out demerits.

I said: "Miss Carmen is there something I should be doing?"

Carmen said: "You want out of standing facing the wall?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "I'm considering leaving you for the night, but I
can't fasten you. This is the second time you have made me
really angry at you."

I felt her take my arm and we went downstairs to the toilet.
Carmen said: "You may no longer talk and you can't look at me.
If I could take you home I would beat you until you passed out."

She is so mad at me but she lets me get on my knees between her
naked legs and get inches next to her pussy. Who is using whom I
silently wonder? I love this woman and it hurts me that she is
upset. Even if she is not physically hurting me, it hurts.
Carmen thinks she suffered a political set back and maybe she
has it in for Sally. I wish I could talk.

I'm patting Carmen dry and she says: "I can see you want to
talk, go ahead, but if I don't like it you have to stop and I
might find some way to fasten you standing for the night."

I said: "Thank you, ma'am. I was reflecting that IT managers
hold a lot more marbles than administrative assistants do."

Carmen said: "Are you trying to cheer me up?"

I said: "Another thing Miss Carmen is you're way prettier."

Carmen said: "Alright, you may look at me."

I said: "Since I'm a slave, I don't have any standing in saying
this: I consider you my protege and I feel that I have learned
many things from you and somehow I'm your protege too."

Carmen said: "Can I check you out?"

I said: "It's okay with me, in fact it's choice one, but
consider choice two, you can take me home and tell three
sympathetic women what a terrible thing I did today that had
unexpected fallout on our favorite lady."

Carmen laughed and said: "They'll beat you again, or have me
beat you, do you really want more?"

I said: "No ma'am; but I'm saying you have to check me out and
hope none of them questions me aggressively."

Carmen said: "Why? Could they beat it out of you?"

I said: "I never lie."

Carmen said: "Can I tell them that I'm having an emotional
crisis and I need you?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" but if I said I was having an emotional
crisis everybody would yawn.

I overheard Carmen talking to Betty. Carmen described what went
down as: "He went a little berserk, he frightened me and it took
several of the programmers to subdue him. As a result, Peggy has
taken him away from my authority. And no one else here
appreciates how much it hurts."

One of the things I learned from Carmen is never to say it's not
my fault.

Carmen said: "Betty said you have her permission to console me
any way you can but she will want a report."

I told Carmen that Betty was another Peggy.

Carmen and I went to a bar that can best be described as a
'neighborhood bar.' There wasn't a lot of noise, not a lot of
people, and mostly not beautiful people - except for Carmen. It
does a guy good to walk into a public place with a pretty lady.

We ordered beer. Carmen told me about the power struggles the IT
department had with Sally and her friends in the ordering and
shipping departments. Carmen said that when I came everyone was
shocked and stepped back from fighting. Suddenly everyone
understood why everyone else was there. "We woke up. We don't
know how it happened but we think you did it."

I thought that was nice but we're here for Carmen: I said:
"Companies live and die on customer service and IT departments
are a customer service function, and you have what I call style.
You can roll over backwards for the users, or you can be
aggressive and defensive, in between there is a sweet spot. You
do it better than anyone I've ever seen."

We sat very close and Carmen said: "I'm going tell Betty that
after one beer you forgot to say ma'am or Miss."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, ma'am."

Carmen laughed: "Would you like to go to my apartment for a
little more caning."

I said: "Always Miss Carmen, but couldn't we have another beer
first."

Carmen said: "Is that talking back?"

I said: "It's in the ears of the listener, I think."

We stayed for three beers. Carmen drove me to Sarah's house and
I talked her into coming in.

Betty said that no one had dinner yet and a take out order had
been assembled and I would go pick it up and serve it, after I
provided everyone with some wine. That's how I left Carmen with
Betty, Sarah and Kathleen.

When I returned the temperature in the room had plunged to minus
ten. The icy stares directed at me told me that Carmen had told
the story so that I was the evil culprit that caused irreparable
damage to the sweet Carmen.

I tried to elevate the mood; I curtsied to everyone and offered
to refill wine and get water.

Betty said: "Hurry up with dinner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied to everyone.

I very quickly set out plates, glasses and silverware and wine
and announced dinner is served and waited on everybody. I
listened to the conversation but they were no longer talking
about me or work, it was about a story Sarah told. Everyone was
talking and laughing and being happy which made me happy.

Toward the end of the meal Betty said: "You may clean up then
stand in front of the hook in my room."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I don't know why but I knew better than to ask. I made as quick
work of cleaning as I could so Betty wouldn't be waiting. I went
upstairs and stood in front of the hook I had recently
installed. I didn't have to worry; I did the waiting, as usual.
Betty arrived and fastened a collar around my neck and
handcuffed me. She snapped the collar to the hook.

Betty said: "I told Carmen that you will stand there all night
as she wished. She's very upset about losing a power struggle at
work and blames you, and you're being punished. I don't agree
with that, but we are grateful to Carmen for taking care of you
and respect her wishes."

Betty said: "There is no moving until I fall asleep."

I wondered if I could sleep standing up and I fell asleep
leaning forward against the wall.

I woke and my shoulders and legs were sore. I could hear Betty
was moving around, so maybe I wasn't permitted to move. I tried
to hold still.

Betty unlocked my handcuffs and unsnapped me from the hook.
Betty said: "Kathleen says you can put the collar on yourself, I
expect you to do that from now on."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She grasped my arm and led me to her bathroom. I saw she was
naked and I liked looking at her. Next I was kneeling on the
floor between her knees looking at her pussy. How many more
hours of standing fettered against the wall would I earn for
kissing her pussy? I didn't want to find out so I kept kneeling.

If I hadn't been fastened to the wall I would be bringing coffee
now and breakfast would be sitting out. I keep forgetting that
these women can read my mind.

Betty said: "I want you to tell me your thoughts."

I said: "If I wasn't fastened to the wall I would be bringing
you coffee now and breakfast would be made."

Betty said: "You had to be punished but if there was some way I
could have automatically released you an hour ago that would
have been nice."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "I like that you bemoan your punishment not in terms
of the discomfort it caused you but the missed services to us
from you."

I said: "I live to serve you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "Well you can serve me now."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "Hurry up, or you'll be late for Sarah."

Betty let me put underwear on her and sent me to get ready for
Sarah.

read part thirty-seven here

The Prisoner - Chapter 84

2011-12-24T18:10:28Z

From: Boz 4444
Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 18:10:28 -0000

The Prisoner, by Will Cane
Chapter 84

The previous episode, Chapter 83, is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2011/05/the_prisoner_-_chapter_83.shtml

A tall slim female officer entered with a clipboard and called
out a number. The 40 year old female prisoner was still there
and with a look of surprise she sprang to her feet and snapped
to attention.

With a look of some boredom the staff lady informed the woman
that she was next for punishment and to follow her.

The woman gasped with shock. "But Madam...I have been punished
and was waiting to be released," she wailed in desperation.

]]> The staff member on the desk searched through her data and was
soon joined by the officer with the clipboard. There had
obviously been a mistake... but where? It took several minutes
to resolve: It would seem that there had been a mix up with the
numbers on the shirts and the woman had received a beating that
had been ordered for another female sitting in the room.

The attitude of the staff was simple: She still had her visit to
the punishment room to complete as whatever had happened in
error, she had yet to receive the punishment that was scheduled
for her. Glancing nervously at the posters on the wall that
prohibited any questioning of authority the woman pleaded to be
let off as she had already been severely beaten and clutched her
still throbbing buttocks in the hope of eliciting sympathy.

Just then Chief Wardress Rathbone happened to walk in having
obviously overheard the pleading. Her comments were as impassive
as her face as she agreed fully with the decision by her staff.
She took the clipboard from the officer and consulted the
sentence that had been decided.

"Add four strokes for questioning authority" she muttered. "And
remember that no allowance is to be made for any existing
marking from any earlier beating. She obviously has much to
learn about the way we do things here. She seems all too ready
to blame officers for what seems to be a genuine error on
someone's part. I think we should take a couple of these other
prisoners along with her so that they can see how she is dealt
with and spread the word that we do not tolerate any nonsense in
this establishment."

She quickly pointed out a girl prisoner of around 20 years and
Wendell as witnesses.

The officer with the clipboard ordered the now shaking female
and the two witnesses to follow her, leading them down the
ominous stone stairs into what had been the holding cells. Each
had been extended and was now a punishment room. Each was
numbered as it would seem that the equipment within varied to
accommodate whatever punishment had been decreed. The original
doors were still in place but could now be opened and closed
from the inside. It was left open as the officer indicated to
the prisoner witnesses that they were to stand with their backs
to the far wall and facing a padded wooden horse that the victim
would have to mount.

The temperature in the room was chilling and did nothing to stop
the prisoner shaking. There was a strong smell of toilets. The
walls were plain brickwork and painted white with a stone floor
and high ceiling illuminated only by a small window set high in
one wall. When the officer flicked some light switches the area
of the horse was brightly illuminated as were the racks of
straps, canes and other devices on the walls.

"For the benefit of you two" said the wardress, "I will explain
the system in here. First the prisoner will strip stark naked
then mount the horse. I will secure her to the device with
Velcro straps around her arms and legs and finally a thick
leather belt will be pulled over the small of her back that will
present her buttocks and thighs for punishment."

"Right girl, strip off and mount as you did earlier."

The woman now knew better than to argue or delay. She quickly
slipped off the vest, panties and sandals and climbed up on to
the horse. This consisted of a leather covered sloping support
for her body that forced her buttocks high at one end and her
head lower at the other. Either side and away from the body were
padded wooden boards to support her arms and legs. This, with
the legs in particular, forced her thighs and knees to be spread
indecently wide so that her intimate areas were fully displayed.

Even though she was unshaved, her genitalia and anus were fully
exposed and it was a measure of the woman's fear of what was to
come that this did not seem to concern her. The savage marks of
her previous beating were even more apparent and reached down to
the top few inches of her plump thighs. Vertically down across
the weals were the indentations caused by the seating in the
waiting room. Finally the strap went over the small of her back
and forced the buttocks even higher.

Neither witness dared comment, but they were both puzzled by a
stainless steel plate that was fitted to the horse behind the
woman's crotch. It led down into a funnel device that pointed
down to a stainless steel bucket on the stone floor.

Noticing their interest the wardress explained that it was a new
idea so that prisoners who were unable to control their bladders
when awaiting or during punishment would minimise the
unpleasantness for the staff assigned to be there.

Wendell immediately realised that this had been the reason for
the insistence on them drinking a pint of water when they first
arrived and accounted for the smell that lingered in the room.

The wardress then took a well worn soft leather ball gag that
had been steeped in a jar of disinfectant and ordered the victim
to open wide, forcing the soggy smelly ball into her mouth and
securing it behind her head.

"Believe me, when you two have been through this, or when you
think back to your other beatings in the system, you will
appreciate being totally unable to move or make the sort of
inappropriate comments during the punishment that would earn you
extra strokes. The strapping and gagging is something of a
benefit."

Without any more explaining she picked up a container from the
nearby table and lifted out a swab held in a pair of plastic
forceps. The smell of strong antiseptic hit their senses. She
carefully swabbed a generous amount of the cold liquid all
around the inflamed buttocks, thighs and anal cleft. It took a
few seconds for the coolness to wear off and the astringent
component to kick in resulting in considerable struggling
against the straps and much shouting into the gag.

She then picked up the clipboard and standing in full view of
the victim, read out her sentence for the first time.

"Your owners have complained that you have been far too casual
about your work for them in the last week and on many occasions
have failed to accord them the respect that is required. They
believe that you need a good beating to bring you back in line.
Their recommendation is for 12 strokes of the medium cane across
your buttocks and upper thighs. This has been approved and the
Chief Wardress has increased it by four strokes for your earlier
dissent. The cane will be administered by Mrs Collins whom I
will call in just one moment. This is your opportunity to empty
your bladder without attracting any penalty, I advise you to
take it."

The wretched woman knew that this was no idle threat. There was
a silent pause then she released control and the two witnesses
saw how efficiently the new device collected the flow. When the
somewhat noisy process stopped and just a thin patch of steam
came from the stainless steel the wardress picked up the 'phone.

"Mrs Collins? Your next punishment is ready when you are Ma'am.
She has been told the sentence, the penalties for her dissent
and swabbed down. We have two prisoners present who have been
detailed to watch by the Chief Wardress." The wardress then took
up a position near the door.

It took several long minutes for Mrs Collins to arrive, during
which the room was in total silence apart from the muffled sobs
of the prisoner. As she entered the room the wardress snapped to
attention rapidly followed by Wendell and the girl witness.

Mrs Collins was a short heavily built woman in her early
forties. She had short fair hair and was dressed in a uniform
skirt with a short sleeved blouse open at the neck. She was one
of the new breed of volunteer ladies and was normally employed
as a security guard in a local departmental store. Her
satisfaction and enjoyment with her new part time job was not
displayed on her severe looking face. Instead, a look of boredom
mixed with irritation was the only clue as to her emotions.

She clicked her way around the horse in her uniform knee boots
carefully observing the woman from all directions then running
her finger tips over the weals from the earlier infliction.
Using both hands, she pulled the cheeks apart to check how much
the strapping had penetrated the anal cleft noting the thin red
line caused by the searing ridge before taking up a position
facing the woman's head.

She then took down an electric probe from the wall rack,
adjusted the setting on the handle and reached under the woman
to lift her left hanging breast with the tip against the nipple.
She had just explained to the witnesses that this was to assess
if the prisoner was fully secured and gagged when she pressed
the discharge button. A loud muffled yelp was heard through the
gag and all of her arms and legs flexed against their securing
straps.

She then repeated the shock to her right breast and finally by
pressing the tip just inside her exposed anus and pressing the
discharge satisfied herself that the woman was indeed secured.

"Right then girl, you have twelve strokes to take plus four more
for your continued stupidity and refusal to obey the rules. The
fact that there has been a minor slip up with your earlier
punishment is no concern of mine and I will be taking no account
of your somewhat tender backside. I intend that you will feel
each of my strokes to the full. You two witnesses should pay
close attention as you are both due for punishment today and may
well be meeting me later."

She then unbuttoned her uniform shirt and removed it leaving her
heavy white support bra exposed. The shirt, with its damp
underarms visible, was hung on a convenient hook on the wall.
She nodded to the wardress who closed and locked the heavy door
which was a further indication of the total inevitability of
what was to happen.

She went to the rack of canes and selected a couple of long
acrylic ones with moulded handles muttering to the wardress that
she found them more pliable and less likely to damage the skin
than a bamboo version. She practised swishing both and replaced
one on the rack holding the selected one for the wardress to
disinfect with the swab that had previously been wiped over the
target area.

She then moved to the rear of the victim and swished the cane a
few times to further enhance her feeling of total vulnerability.
Then, with a few gentle taps on the target part of the upper
buttocks, the cane was raised back over her right shoulder and
suddenly brought whistling down to impact on the already sore
flesh.

As the second stroke was applied, the first weal was already
visible against the already reddened skin. Over and over again
the plastic rod was brought down to form another line the sum of
which moved inexorably down the plump buttocks towards her
thighs.

There was no sound from the woman, she had decided on the
futility of protest and simply lay there absorbing the pain that
had been allotted to her by the system. The final two strokes
were laid across the tops of her parted thighs and came close to
marking her most intimate area.

Both witnesses were unmoved by the suffering they were observing
just feet in front of them. They knew that it would be them
strapped down later in the day and should they express the
slightest sympathy or objection to this prisoner's treatment,
they would soon be told to change places with her.

Mrs Collins closely examined the now wealed buttocks. She said
that she intended to lay the four penalty strokes across the
thighs, but as they were well apart this wouldn't be possible.
Instead she would lay four strokes across each tightened thigh
in turn so that the female would not feel that she had been let
off in any way.

She carefully took aim on the left thigh and delivered four
rapid strokes just below the earlier pair at the overhang of the
buttock. She then delivered four to the other side just as
swiftly.

Without a break she then announced that the punishment was over
and that the victim was to be allowed a five minute recovery
before being un-gagged and unstrapped and the two witnesses were
then to make their own way back to the waiting area.

With a brief "Carry on!" to the wardress who was unlocking the
door, she departed.

Wendell was already seated in the waiting area when the woman
reappeared and had to announce her offence and sentence between
sobs and sniffles. The duty staff member gave her a clutch of
tissues and nodded towards the waiting bench which she sat on
with even more exclamations of distress. She was directly
opposite Wendell but still had to spread her legs displaying her
panty crotch to him. He could only speculate how much extra pain
would be caused by the position of having her knees higher than
her bottom with all the weight on that area.

It would be nice to think that this was the end of this day of
suffering for the woman, but as Wendell was to learn when he had
a chance meeting with the woman some days later, it most
certainly was not.

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

The woman had told him that, dressed in her ridiculous
schoolgirl uniform, she had made her uncertain way back to her
owner's house on the 'bus clutching the official looking
envelope with her "Report Sheet" inside. She had no intention of
sitting down even if that had been allowed.

Her owners were a couple in their sixties who had gone to
considerable lengths to arrange for "Jennifer" as they called
her to be assigned to them. Outwardly they appeared to be your
average concerned and caring couple but as "Jennifer" knew only
too well, the reality of her position was markedly different.
They had both lived abroad and worked for the British Government
in several distant places. They had been used to servants and
had no intention of giving that life style up now they were
retired. The ability to use and abuse a servant was something
that they had always hoped for but never fully achieved until
now.

Jennifer knocked on the rear door and it was opened immediately
by "Madam". She was shorter than the average with her swept back
gray hair in a bun. She wore half rimmed glasses which conveyed
the impression that she might be a school mistress or something
similar. Her figure was still slim with matronly breasts
obscured by a dark blue dress. Underneath she preferred, as
Jennifer knew too well, supporting underwear and stockings from
a previous generation.

"Well, young lady, you certainly took your time," Madam snapped.
"You will make and serve tea to Mr Henderson and myself in the
sitting room... and be quick about it!"

There was no mention of how she had been treated at the "Local",
'why should there be', thought the woman. They had sent her to
be beaten and that was that.

Jennifer quickly produced tea and biscuits for two on a silver
salver next to an envelope containing her report from the
'Local', then walked into the sitting room to find the
Hendersons sitting on a long sofa as she knew they would be. She
put the salver down in front of them, backed away, bobbed a
curtsy and said:- "Tea is served Madam... Sir."

Mr Henderson eyed her up and down in his usual manner. He was
tall and well built with grey hair and a weather-beaten face.
"Ah yes Jennifer... I had forgotten... you were sent for a
beating today in an attempt to sharpen up your attitude to work
in this house were you not? I trust they dealt with you as we
requested. Hand me your report girl and it had better be
complimentary."

Nervously Jennifer handed him the envelope with another curtsy
before walking backwards to her original position. He opened it
and pulled out two sheets handing the second to his wife. He
slowly read the report with his eyebrows indicating surprise at
some of the comments.

"I really can't believe that even you would question the staff
Jennifer. I see that you received an extra four strokes for
it... I'm surprised that it wasn't more. And all because they
made a simple mistake with the first punishment."

Jennifer knew that she had to agree and go along with the man's
utterly unfair comments. She simply looked at the floor and
muttered "Sorry Sir."

"Well" he continued, "Let's see what all the fuss was about
shall we? Turn around, bend right over and raise your skirt."

She did and waited for some indication of sympathy. She realised
that her bottle green school knickers that Mrs Henderson
insisted she wore covered up most of the buttocks, but surely
the weals across her thighs should be visible under the
suspenders that reached down to hold the black stockings up.

"Mmm... well things look pretty good from here apart from the
bruises across your thigh backs and they can't hurt that much
even though you richly deserved them. Now," turning to his wife,
"What does the other letter tell us?"

Mrs Henderson seemed most excited. "Well dear, they are
expanding the treatments that they have on offer at the Local.
They are training a small number of males in inflicting corporal
punishments so you can ask for your servant to be dealt with by
a male officer should you feel that to be more effective. You
can now send both males and females for 'Genital' punishments
and they have trained up some junior nurse volunteers to give a
daily cover that they hope to extend to weekends eventually.
Routine milkings for the owners of males who find the procedure
unpleasant is now available at all the normal opening times and
they are considering offering female relaxations, as they call
it as well. Now... well... here is something for us... they have
permission to introduce breast punishments from the start of
next month. Apparently the delay is caused by the time it is
taking to train up volunteers. I have often thought that
Jennifer here could benefit from such a punishment."

Mr Henderson looked concerned. "Did you have your breasts
punished when you were inside Jennifer?"

Blushing, Jennifer told them that she had received nine breast
cane strokes on each breast just the once, and had to explain
how three were laid on the upper surface, three on the lower and
three across each nipple.

He snorted in disbelief. "Yours droop so much girl that I fail
to see how they could get the cane to the underside! Let's have
a look at them... strip to the waist!"

Jennifer knew this would happen, sooner or later he would find
some excuse to humiliate or hurt her and all she could do...
dare do... was to obey. She quickly removed her tie then her
shirt exposing the heavy old fashioned bra that she had to wear
above the restrictive white body corset that squeezed her waist
so tight. The bra was soon laying on a table with the other
items and she was at 'the present'.

"There you are," he snarled, "half of the lower surface is
clinging to her chest."

That was indeed true. She was a large girl in that area and
although her breasts were superbly shaped even their owner would
agree to a little sag.

Mrs Henderson stepped forward, gripped both of the large nipples
in a fierce grip with her fingers and lifted the breasts up
high.

"There you are dear... all exposed on the soft underside."

Then she let go suddenly.

Mr Henderson stood up and spent several minutes doing the same
lifting and then groping her breasts as he usually did.

"It would certainly be another way we could keep this girl in
check," he mused. "It will be something that we would like to be
kept informed about so I think we should reply and express
interest my dear."

After that Jennifer was left alone and apart from serving dinner
she was allowed to remain in her room attending to various
sewing tasks.

When it reached nine o'clock and she could hear them watching
one of their favourite shows on TV she permitted herself some
hope that they would forget that this was a Wednesday and that
her maintenance beating was due at 10pm. She really didn't think
she could take any more as her buttocks and thighs were still
sore and throbbing from their earlier treatment. The slightest
touch or even sitting on a soft surface hurt like hell. It would
be a gamble to ignore reporting to them, but she decided to risk
it.

Sure enough, the time came and went and nothing was heard from
them. Following routine she changed into her pyjamas and
prepared for bed ready to spend a restless night of lying on her
front.

At ten thirty precisely the call bell by the side of her bed
rang and her heart sank: she was being summoned. Hoping that she
was required for some simple task she went to the sitting room
but realised from the atmosphere that she was in for it. The TV
was turned off and she was told to stand in front of the sofa,
yet again.

Mrs Henderson started the interrogation in a calm quiet voice
that Jennifer knew only too well presaged something deeply
unpleasant for her and she was frightened, really frightened.

"What day is it Jennifer?" she asked and having received a reply
went on to ask "And what time is it?" Having received the
answers she then coldly asked: "Jennifer, what are you supposed,
no required to do, at exactly 9.45 on a Wednesday night?"

Mumbling and shaking Jennifer responded: "Report to you Madam
with my maintenance strap in my hand ready to pass it to you."

"...and what then?"

"Please Madam, I am to go up to your bedroom, strip completely,
kneel on the left side of your bed on all fours with my knees
wide apart, head touching the duvet and back arched until you or
Mr Henderson arrives to give me the beating."

"...and during the beating?"

"I must remain in position... otherwise penalty strokes will be
awarded Madam."

Mr Henderson interjected: "Well Jennifer, knowing all this you
have seen fit to deliberately flout our rules and
instructions... why is that?"

"Pp.. please Sir, I have been beaten already today... my bottom
is too sore to take any more. Please may I have them on another
night instead... Sir?"

The couple looked at each other in shock and both commented how
insolent she was in deliberately avoiding punishment then trying
to wriggle out of it even more. She was told that the state of
her buttocks was of no concern and if she really wanted to avoid
repeat punishments she should behave better. She was told to
leave the room whilst they discussed her fate which she did,
standing, trembling with fear, in the cold hallway. Eventually
she was called back in to stand in front of them.

"Having given the matter due consideration, we have decided that
your maintenance beatings will be increased from 8 to 16 strokes
for the rest of the month. It is your bad fortune that this is a
month with five Wednesdays. Needless to say, double penalty
points will be awarded for the month as well should you irritate
us on any occasion. It is rather late, but this is a Wednesday
and you will now receive your beating. Go and fetch your strap."

With a curtsy to them both, Jennifer hurried up to her room,
took the wretched implement off its hook and on returning to the
sitting room presented it to Mrs Henderson with yet another
curtsy of submission. She was told to follow the normal
instructions, go to their bedroom and to grip the strap in her
teeth when in position.

It took but seconds for her to strip and mount the bed. She felt
the tightness of her flesh renewing the persistent pain as she
bent into the required position. By twisting her head she could
see herself in the mirror and just how blatantly she was
displayed along with the weals and bruises that the Hendersons
had yet to see.

For one brief moment she allowed herself to believe that they
would take pity on her when they saw how tender she was and not
carry out the punishment, or at least, reduce it to something
with which she could cope. She soon came back to reality and
realised that the marks were more likely to inflame their sadism
rather than reduce it.

There was no clock so she could not tell how long she was
waiting. She knew that one of their tricks was to keep her in
suspense far longer than necessary but not daring to move in
case they suddenly burst in, as they had on more than one
occasion hoping to find her out of position and therefore liable
for penalty strokes.

She found that biting on the strap to retain it in her mouth
soon had her tongue tasting the oil that had been lavishly
anointed by herself. It was making her salivate for some reason
but she dare not remove it even for just one second in case they
came in.

After fifteen minutes of holding the humiliating and difficult
position and dribbling into the strap the door opened and she
heard them walk into the room, closing the door behind them. She
knew that she was theirs to do with as they wished.

Mrs Henderson was the first to speak: "My... my... girl they
really give a good thrashing at the local don't they! You must
be quite sore."

She then slowly dragged her sharp finger nails up and down her
cheeks digging into the weals so that Jennifer flinched.

"Keep still girl, you are in enough trouble without making
things worse for yourself! Do you really want some penalties?"

She then gave half a dozen sharp slaps to both buttocks knowing
that the condition of her target would greatly increase the pain
level. All that Jennifer could do was to bite even harder on the
oily and now wet strap.

"I think that we will start with four strokes from me and then
four from my husband. Normally that would be the end, but of
course you are on an enhanced maintenance beating for tonight
and the next four weeks. Just in case you are expecting any
sympathy let me remind you that any insolent exclamations or
undue movement will most certainly result in penalty strokes as
normal."

Jennifer knew from previous beatings that this was no idle
threat and that her owners would be looking forward to finding
some small fault that would justify even more pain.

Mrs Henderson reached round and gripped the handle of the strap
telling her to release her dental grip which she did. Mrs
Henderson grunted in disgust as she showed her husband the teeth
marks and dribble on the strap. She then stood with feet wide,
raised the strap back over her shoulder and brought it down over
the centre of the waiting buttocks with a dull "thwuck".

It hurt Jennifer even more than she expected but she remained in
position and waited. The next three followed quickly, all to the
same area so that a broad band of flesh felt on fire. She
started sobbing knowing that nothing would stop the assault.

Mr Henderson laid his four on with even greater force, as he
always managed to do. His landed lower down and started to
encroach on the tops of her thighs.

Her buttocks felt as if a red hot iron had been applied to them.
She knew that she had moved during the strokes, how else could
she absorb the pain? Whether that would be deemed sufficient to
need penalties she would no doubt be told.

Just then he ran his hand between her legs cupping her hirsute
vulva and slowly introducing a wriggling finger into her
intimate folds. By now she should be used to the Henderson's
employment of humiliation as well as pain to break her down, but
she would never voluntarily agree to these assaults, she would
only learn to accept them to avoid more of the same.

She well remembered her first few days with them. A couple of
the young men from the next door house popped in on some errand.
They were fired up on emerging hormones and could not help
looking at her large breasts. Rather than telling them to behave
Mrs Henderson just grinned at them and said how good it was that
they were taking an interest in the opposite sex. She then asked
them if they had ever seen a pair of breasts in real life?

Mumbling and blushing they both admitted that they had not.
Unbelievably Mrs Henderson said that perhaps the time had come
to correct that and turning to Jennifer gave a simple command to
strip to the waist. Jennifer, understandably shocked, covered
her breasts protectively with her hands and shook her head.

Mrs Henderson was furious. Telling the young men to wait, she
ordered Jennifer down to the cellar and followed her leaving all
the doors open. This room was in the process of being developed
as a place in which punishments could be inflicted. Taking a
thin cane down from the wall rack she ordered Jennifer to bend
over with legs apart and grasp her ankles.

Jennifer hesitated, but soon complied when Mrs Henderson offered
to call the lads down to watch. She then felt her schoolgirl
skirt raised and her knickers being snatched down to her knees.
Her new owner stood to her side, raised the cane high and
quickly laid on five stinging cuts across the plumpest part of
her nates.

The sound of both the cane and Jennifer's yelps carried upstairs
to the waiting pair who looked at each other with broad grins.
They had, of course heard stories about the way these prisoner
servants were treated but hearing it for themselves was an
unexpected treat.

It was just a couple of minutes before the now dressed girl came
back up the stairs and stood in front of them again. Mrs
Henderson apologised for the delay and explained that this was a
new servant who had much to learn. She then turned to Jennifer
and repeated the order to strip.

Sobbing a little and blushing bright red, she obeyed, just
lingering for a brief second and looking at her owner in the
hope that she might change her mind before reluctantly slipping
off her shirt and large white brassiere. She took up the hands
on head, elbows forced back and legs apart position without
being told. She tried to ignore the throbbing pain from under
her skirt as the young men looked over every part of her
breasts.

"Not the best example of how breasts should look as Jennifer is
rather old and overweight... so hers tend to droop more than
they should. However, they are a good size and the nipples big
and rubbery."

She then ordered her to jump up and down so that they bounced
and slapped against her chest wall. The movement causing some
amusement with her small audience.

"It might be a good idea for you two to come round and get some
practical experience of what a fully developed female looks
like... you know... get to examine her... all over... really
thoroughly. Would you be interested?"

Their enthusiasm for the suggestion was overwhelming.

"Right then, I will arrange it sometime, in the meantime I will
allow you both fifteen seconds each to give them both a real
feel... and don't forget the nipples."

It felt longer to Jennifer. Standing there, frightened to move
or object, she had to brace with her elbows hard back as the two
young thugs cruelly squeezed and pulled with one hand on each
breast. When they had finished, both breasts ached and carried
red marks.

Just a few days prior to the visit to the local Mr Henderson had
complained about Jennifer's weight and said that the time had
come to do something about it: Mrs Henderson had agreed and
remembered back to the incident with the neighbours. She had
noticed how fit they were and had heard from a friend that they
regularly exercised in a large gym that had been built for them
in a building in their garden. She wondered if perhaps they
would take on Jennifer for some really hard physical training so
that she would burn off some calories. In return they could use
her for some more exploring to increase their knowledge of the
female anatomy.

With both her owners in agreement Jennifer was informed and
still awaited the results of the discussion that she knew had
taken place. She could not believe that even the Hendersons
would hand her over like a toy to these two young men. The
thought of being trained by them with physical exercises until
exhaustion was bad enough, but the thought of them having her
strip and be intimately groped and exposed for their education,
was infinitely worse.

The sound of Mrs Henderson slapping her hand with the now warm
strap brought her back to the present day.

"Well girl, eight strokes to go. We could lay them all over your
backside but that seems to be a little too tender, so we will be
incredibly kind and lay them on another part of the body. You
will therefore take them on your inner thighs which seem to be
untouched. Lay on your left side facing away from me and lift
your right leg up high to fully expose the left thigh."

With some difficulty Jennifer did as she was ordered. The soft
white flesh of her plump thigh lay fully exposed. Mrs Henderson
raised the strap and brought it hard down across the leg... high
up near her exposed crotch. She had chosen the site well knowing
just how sensitive the area is to any punishment.

Jennifer's instinctive reaction was to lower her right leg to
protect it, but she managed to keep her limbs well spread. The
next three moved down the thigh three inches at a time towards
the knees until the whole area was red and burning.

On the command "Change" from Mr Henderson, Jennifer turned on
her right side and extended her left leg skywards feeling the
abused flesh tighten. She could now see the careful way he
caressed the strap in his hands before standing back a little
and bringing it down just above the knee.

Knowing where the most sensitive spot was he was keeping the
best 'til last. The three remainders fell quickly leaving both
inner thighs blazing with pain as she was ordered to her feet
and told to wait outside the bedroom door whilst they discussed
whether any penalties were needed.

This was psychology at its worst. She stood on the cold landing
frantically rubbing her legs to ease the pain, dreading the call
to return, but knowing that she would have to obey and allow
whatever the pair had decided, to take place. Eventually her
name was called and trembling with fear she marched in, curtsied
to them both and stood to await their verdict.

They sat side by side on the bed. Mrs Henderson smiled
cynically. "Your acceptance of our authority tonight has been
barely acceptable, but we have decided to let you off any more
strokes. We may need your services later so I want you to kneel
at the foot of the bed and await your next order Jennifer."

It could have been a lot worse. Usually kneeling at the foot of
the bed required her to play some part in the sex that usually
followed her beatings. With luck it would be just tidying up
afterwards when they were asleep. Without luck she would be
expected to join them in the bed and assist in some way as she
tried to forget the pain they had caused her.

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

For Wendell, his visit to the local continued in its inexorable
way: He had to wait a further ten minutes before a volunteer
wardress in her thirties, tall with lanky short blonde hair and
an angular face walked into the waiting room and called out his
number.

He obediently followed her as she almost marched through the
building. He was well aware that a word from her would increase
his sentence should he show any reluctance or disrespect.

He soon found himself in a punishment cell and was mortified to
find the two young lady trainees who had watched and assisted
with his last milking and humiliation were there to witness this
punishment. As he stood to attention awaiting the next order he
found their immature grins of anticipation to be more than
distasteful.

In no time he was totally naked and lying in position with his
thighs spread and his head well down awaiting the tightening of
the Velcro straps. His painfully sore penis with its retracted
foreskin rested against the cold steel of the urine trough which
he felt almost soothing, but he knew from the formal thrashings
he had received when in the Correctional Centre that this would
be a short lived relief.

The two girls were allowed to assist in fastening the restraints
which they did using all their strength to bind him securely to
the horse. The wardress retrieved the gag from the disinfectant
jar and pushed it into his mouth fastening the straps behind his
head. He had no idea what the liquid was that it had been
steeped in, but it tasted foul and smelt even worse.

Rather than hurry the proceedings the wardress took the time to
show the girls the various canes, straps and paddles that hung
on the racks and described how they were used on the male and
female victims that were brought into this place of discipline.
They seemed to take great delight in flexing and swishing both
the rattan and plastic canes whilst speculating on how painful
they were to receive. They even tried hitting their free hands
with a few implements and emitted frequent exclamations that
indicated they were experiencing the effects for themselves.

"Now boy," the wardress said to Wendell. "This is the time to
relieve your bladder without incurring any penalty strokes. I
strongly advise you to do that."

Just then, the elder of the girls reached between his thighs and
grasped his dangling tender organ between her thumb and fingers
and started to shake it hard which, as well as being painful,
also reminded him that his bladder was indeed full and that he
would have to relieve himself in front of them no matter how
disgusted and humiliated it made him feel.

Even the act of passing water proved to be painful, especially
with the girl gripping the shaft and waiting to direct the flow,
but at least it wouldn't count against him he acknowledged to
himself as he relaxed control and the urine flowed freely into
the stainless steel trough.

The action was greeted by sounds of disgust from the two
witnesses who then asked if they could swab the area to be
punished. It was the younger girl's turn to torment him. She
took the forceps in her hand and swished the swab around the
bowl for some time before bringing it still running to his
buttocks. It was ice cold and smelt more like a commercial or
industrial product than one for sensitive human skin. She
allowed it to run down his buttocks and particularly into his
anal cleft where it stung his anal region savagely.

Having wiped it generously over both buttocks and thighs she
drew it down through the anal cleft and then wiped it around the
exposed tip of his penis rubbing his organ against the steel of
the trough. The skin in that area was already raw, and as she
hoped, the liquid added greatly to his suffering.

Eventually the volunteer wardress picked up her clip board and
read aloud to him: "Your owner has complained about your
frequent requests to be milked, a procedure that she finds
revolting. To discourage this in the future she has asked that
we milk you here, which I note has already been done, and then
inflict a paddling and dose of the cane. I see that we have
approved thirty swats of the small paddle to be followed by
sixteen of the medium cane. The lady scheduled to punish you is
rather busy and has therefore authorised me to lay on the
paddle, she will then come here to lay on the cane."

Wendell lay there fuming at the injustice. He had mentioned
milking just the once and to have him beaten for that one time
was a total injustice... not that he was even in a position to
comment, let alone complain.

She went on: "I have been given permission to allow these girls
to practice with the paddle. I will lay five on each cheek and
then they will do the same. Needless to say, any whacks that I
consider to be too light... will be repeated."

The wardress selected a heavy rubber paddle from the rack. It
had a wooden grip with the oval shaped business end somewhat
larger than a hand. It was over a quarter inch thick and not
very pliable as she demonstrated by flexing it in front of him.
She could just as easily have selected one of the smaller
lighter paddles so her choice demonstrated that Wendell should
not expect the slightest consideration, let alone mercy from the
woman.

Playfully slapping it across the palm of her left hand she told
the girls that she had chosen that particular paddle because she
needed to "tenderise" the whole of the buttock area so that the
relatively minor caning would have the maximum effect. Much as
she would prefer to land the paddle on the same spot every time,
even to giving the whole thirty strokes to the same spot on the
same buttock, she would have to spread them around or risk
displeasing the wardress who would eventually arrive to lay on
the cane. She said that she would give him her ten and then the
girls could try their hands.

His buttocks were only slightly bruised from earlier beatings by
his owner and apart from the vertical indentations from the
seating, they had an almost clean area to work on. This did not
last long.

The wardress laid on five to each side, raising the paddle way
over her shoulder and bringing it down to a slightly different
target each time with a loud "Thwack".

One girl stood behind to observe the marking process and the
other squatted in front of his face, not caring that this would
allow him to see her panty crotch as she was so absorbed in
watching his facial reactions to each impact.

The younger girl then went first. She was of a slight build but
packed a surprising wallop and she put her whole body behind
each stroke of the paddle on the already reddened target. It
took less than a minute to complete her allocation and hand over
the now warmed implement to her friend.

The elder girl stood behind the boy, stroking the palm of her
left hand with the rubber as she surveyed the buttocks deciding
where she needed to hit.

"There doesn't seem to be much colour in his thighs, so will it
be ok if I warm them up a little?" she asked with a grin.

'Warming' was hardly the word. She gave five really hard whacks
to the upper part of each thigh overlapping the lower part of
each buttock cheek. When she finished, her selected area was a
much darker hue than the rest as the bruises started to appear.

His buttock area still felt as if on fire when he heard the
phone being lifted and a brief conversation imparting the
knowledge that he was ready for the cane.

There was a long wait during which the wardress explained the
finer points of how severely the staff laid on the cane in the
local. She said that the unofficial motto was that if you laid
it on hard enough it would be a longer time before a repeat
performance would be necessary.

In practice however, since the decision as to whether another
offence had been committed rested entirely with the owner, this
didn't always hold true. What was true is that the fear and
apprehension displayed by the repeat offender was certainly
increased when he or she had been really effectively thrashed on
the previous visit.

Just then, to Wendell's horror, the door opened and in walked
Mrs Rathbone the Chief Wardress. 'Of all the rotten luck,' he
thought to himself. Any other wardress would be strict, but not
to the extent that he had heard Mrs Rathbone was.

When he saw her selecting a prodder from the rack he knew what
was coming and struggled against his over tight straps to move.
It was futile and he felt the cold touch of the probe lifting up
his scrotum and nestling between his testicles.

"Just a routine check to make sure that you ladies have secured
him properly" she said quietly. Then pressed the discharge
button.

To the captive male it felt as if he had been kicked in the
balls. He strained against his straps and shouted... or at least
tried to shout, into his foul tasting gag.

It took several seconds before he could relax and open his eyes.
Mrs Rathbone stood in front of him towering over his head.

"It is the custom in the actual Correctional Centres that formal
thrashings are carried out with the Officer stripped to the
waist. This emphasises the feminine aspect of the punishment so
the victim learns respect for the female in authority. It also,"
she added with a cold smile to the new girls, "reduces the
ladies body temperature a little as a really good thrashing can
be hard work and that of course induces sweating."

Without any embarrassment she then removed her tie and undid her
shirt slipping it off her back to reveal a white heavy sports
type bra with her breasts surging over the cups. This was
unclipped from the rear with some difficulty and leaning forward
she pulled the stiff wired cups free of her breasts and hung it
with the shirt and tie on a convenient hook.

She was certainly a magnificent sight that even Wendell found
impressive. The light brown breasts stood out well, even without
support, and were capped with large almost black aureoles and
thick black nipples almost half an inch long. She leant forward
until they were almost touching her victim and shook them
slightly.

"Take a good look at them Boy! This is the one time you are
allowed to ogle without it resulting in even more pain!"

She then stood and addressed the girls:

"This will be a formal flogging and it is designed to hurt. If
you have any thoughts that you won't like what you are about to
see, I would advise you to leave now."

They remained motionless and so she closed and locked the door,
signalling the end of all hope for the male and walked over to
the cane rack. She knew what she was looking for and soon found
it. A length of knotted but springy bamboo with a hand grip in
rubber. It was forty inches long and about 3/8th of an inch
thick not counting the knots.

Most of the staff would have chosen a thinner and more flexible
cane, but Chief Wardress Mrs Rathbone knew that her inflictions
had to be that little bit special to impress the staff and the
prisoners with her authority.

This might impress the staff, but would be sheer hell for the
victim.

She squatted down to be level with Wendell's head and held the
cane under his nose. "You will be feeling this in groups of four
strokes, I will allow a couple of minutes for the pain to
subside between each group. My advice is to remember to breathe
and avoid clenching your buttocks as that will only make it feel
worse."

She then stood, and with a glance at the wall clock, raised the
cane over her right shoulder and brought it whirring down to cut
across the buttocks just below the top of the anal cleft. The
next three fell in rapid succession creating a two inch broad
band from the top of the cleft.

As the pain reached Wendell's brain, futile sounds of extreme
anguish could be heard through his gag. Mrs Rathbone pointed out
the different weals that her "special" cane created. Slightly
thicker than normal canes and with the characteristic lumps or
extra swellings from the knots.

She waited for exactly two minutes on the wall clock... then
brought the next four strokes slashing down, just below the
first ones.

"You girls can now appreciate why I checked on his restraints.
Believe me, if he wasn't secured he would probably be running
round the room clutching his backside and begging for leniency.
Feel free to run your finger tips... and nails if you wish, over
the ridges."

This they did, commenting on how hot the weals felt,
particularly the added swellings. Needless to say their nails
were scraped along the ridges whilst watching to see if this
caused the male any extra pain. It did, but he was so totally
maxed out by the cane strokes themselves that there did not
appear to be any extra moans or struggles.

The next four strokes followed and joined up with the first two
searing bands of pain across his buttocks. A period of just two
minutes then elapsed with the room in total silence apart from
Wendell's muffled moans and the creaking of the straps and frame
that supported him.

Before laying on the final four Mrs Rathbone carefully examined
the area available. Rather than lay another band to join the
others she prodded the tip of the cane against the lowest part
of the buttocks and upper thighs that were unmarked.

"It would be a pity to let this soft spot escape the rod," she
mused, "but we had better first re-position the thighs so that I
don't catch the scrotum by mistake."

By winding a handle low down on the left of the frame the
supports on which his lower legs were strapped were brought
closer until they were almost touching. This had the desired
effect of shielding his testes but raised his buttocks,
tightening the skin around the lower area.

Sensing what was to come, the male was now shivering with fear
and his entire body covered in a cold damp sweat.

There were no more words. The rattan cane was raised high over
Mrs Rathbone's sturdy shoulder and brought whirring down across
the vulnerable flesh. Three more strokes quickly followed to
cover a band of just two inches or so of the most sensitive part
of his legs and backside.

The cane was then immediately placed back on the rack and the
Chief Wardress was about to depart when the duty wardress raised
a query. Needless to say, not one of the females was even
looking at the shivering moaning male as their interest had
ceased with the final stroke.

"With respect Ma'am," the young wardress said, "I am trying to
complete my punishment assignments so that I can become fully
authorised to punish these wretches myself. I have noted that
Wendell's owner has kindly ticked the box that would allow us to
use him for staff training and wondered if you would allow me to
lay on one of the punishments that I need to complete. You
could, perhaps, sign me off if I administered it to your
satisfaction."

Mrs Rathbone, struggling to replace her support brassiere picked
up the clip board and examined it and turned to the two young
witnesses:

"Mmmm, you see girls, we have recently included a box for the
owners to tick should they be happy for us to use their
prisoners for a little extra staff training. There have been
comments that owners who ticked it thought that they were simply
agreeing to the actual punishment being used for training rather
than anything extra but that is hardly our concern. In Wendell's
case the box is ticked and we can use him as we wish, should we
choose to do so."

She then asked the wardress what she had in mind. It seemed that
she had yet to lay on a hand punishment and following a brief
glance at the wealed and reddened buttocks in front of them,
laughingly agreed as at least that part of him was still
unmarked.

Wendell could not believe that his agony was not yet over. He
had no idea what a hand punishment entailed, perhaps it was
being slapped by the wardresses hand? Maybe his face? Whatever
the area it would be better than taking any more pain to his
rear.

He soon found himself unstrapped, un-gagged and somewhat
unsteadily, at attention taking great care not to follow his
natural instinct which was to try and rub away some of the pain.
He was still damp with sweat and rather paler in complexion than
normal, but all of these signs were perfectly normal to the two
staff to the extent that no comment was necessary.

Needless to say, the two female visitors had flushed faces and
shining eyes that seemed to indicate their continuing excitement
at his vulnerability and pain.

Mrs Rathbone, now fully dressed briefed the wardress and
explained to the visitors:

"The hand punishment, is really a relic of the old style school
punishments where a strict mistress would keep her charges in
line with a cane. What I want to see is a more penal version of
that punishment. I expect to see five firm strokes of a suitable
cane laid on across the fingers and palms of this boy. He will
take the strokes without any attempt to avoid them. This is in
itself, a good test of his acceptance of the wardresses
authority as he will see everything in front of him and be
obliged demonstrate his acceptance of her authority by not
moving his hand in the least, even though he knows it will hurt
like hell... or should do if she lays them on to pass my level
of satisfaction."

And then turning to the young and very eager wardress:-

"Now... which cane will you select? It will of course be much
lighter than the one I have just used but not as light as say
one of the ones that we will be using when we are approved for
female breast punishments. Anyhow, the assessment starts right
now so off you go!"

With a confident smile the young wardress went over to the rack
of the lighter canes, took down several and practised swishing
them several times before selecting a very flexible plastic rod
about two and a half feet in length and a quarter of an inch in
diameter. She then addressed Wendell:

"Right boy, you will now experience a hand caning from me, not
because you have committed any crime but simply because I need
to demonstrate one to the Chief Wardress here. I intend that it
will hurt, but should you try to avoid any stroke you will still
receive that stroke and a penalty one in addition. Throughout
the punishment you are to watch the tip of the cane wherever it
is and your eyes are to remain open. You may brace yourself when
you see me bringing it down but nothing else. There will be no
rubbing hands during or after the last stroke has been given. I
will accept a little movement after each stroke, but you will
have your hand back in to the correct position within ten
seconds or that stroke will be repeated. Do you have any
questions?"

A forlorn Wendell assured her that he had not.

"Stand with your feet apart, left hand behind your back, right
hand in front and parallel to the floor."

She then used the tip of the cane to lift his hand to the
required level.

"Fingers together and fully outstretched..."

She stood to his right about four feet from his hand to ensure
that the tip would hit the target, raised the cane back over her
right shoulder and brought it whistling down across the fingers
just below the first joint on the index finger.

Wendell was appalled how much it hurt. The pain seemed
instantaneous and he had just got his hand back to the required
level when the second stroke hit just where the fingers join the
palm. He did not need to be told that the wardress was out to
impress.

Strokes three to five landed across the plump palm area, the
last taking in the thumb root.

His whole hand was now an excruciating pad of pain as he
followed instructions and placed it behind his back and offered
the left one for punishment. The two visitors stood just feet
away to his front. Both were still flushed with excitement and
watching every whistling descent of the cane.

Perhaps it was because he was right handed and therefore the
skin on that hand was a little more hardened, or perhaps it was
because the wardress was laying on even harder to the left hand,
but the fingers and left palm felt even more painful as the
strokes fell. By the time the last one had landed the tears were
running down his face much to the visitors amusement.

But at last it was over... or so he thought.

The unsmiling young wardress replaced the cane and came back to
his part of the room clutching an old fashioned wooden school
ruler. Not one of the modern plastic jobs, this had been kept as
some sort of memento and Wendell wondered what for. He was soon
to find out.

"Now Ma'am," the eager young wardress went on, "as you well know
the school mistress of old also had an alternative to the cane.
Cheeky young males could also expect to have their knuckles
rapped and I hope that you don't mind, but I found this ruler in
a junk shop the other day and thought that I would include that
discipline with my hand punishment routine. It wasn't a
punishment that any of them looked forward to but I'm sure that
its use was beneficial to improving overall school behaviour."

Mrs Rathbone was impressed. She inclined her head to indicate
her acceptance of the wardresses views, her purchase of the
implement and its intended use on the boy.

The young wardress again now stood to his right. Ordered him to
extend his hand with the palm down. She then adjusted the height
by tapping it with the heavy wooden ruler and then brought it
down in a sharp flick to crack flat across his knuckles.

It took a few seconds for the pain to hit his brain, during
which time he had noticed the ink stains and scribbled name of
its one time owner on the ruler. He thought that no pain could
exceed that of the cane across his fingers... but he was wrong.
It was a duller more sickening pain but had a new height of
intensity. Without thinking he snatched his hand away and rubbed
the knuckles violently with his other hand.

"Well boy," his tormentor remarked, "that disobedience was very
silly. I appreciate that this must hurt and I was going to go
easy on you, but now you will have to take... without
movement... that stroke repeated to your right knuckles and then
two to your left hand knuckles."

It took only a couple of minutes to hit him with the wretched
ruler the three times she had promised. Each time the loud crack
signalled the numbing pain that he had to fight against to
remain in position.

He certainly felt for the previous generations of males who were
obliged to stand and take such knuckle aching cracks from a
stiff and starchy school mistress, probably in front of several
other boys and girls who must have flinched each time they heard
the noise in case they might be next.

Naturally, neither Mrs Rathbone nor the girls had any such
worries and were free to appreciate the effect it had had on
their victim. He had been looking round at all of them with
concern, but now he had the look of a man terrified about what
may come next. His visit to the centre was certainly having the
results that his owner had hoped for as he was already planning
to avoid another visit in any way he could.

He had no need to worry about any further pain or indignities
that day. Mrs Rathbone departed having made approving comments
as to the abilities of the wardress and the latter was soon
escorting him back to the waiting room and the discomfort seats.

He had to wait for around thirty minutes, during which he found
himself fidgeting to ease the discomfort from the seat and being
given disapproving glances by the lady officer in charge. He was
then given the envelope containing his report card and told to
dress and leave, which he did with some difficulty as his hands
were still throbbing and all too sensitive to him touching
anything. He departed for his owner's house as rapidly as he
could.

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

And now here he was, days later, in front of another group of
ladies who were fascinated to hear of his punishments in the
local. Naturally they insisted on closely examining his hands
and found the bruising they expected, particularly to the backs.

Amanda explained that the night he returned was when he was
scheduled to carry out her intimate laundry and she laughed
saying how he found the very hot water that she requires her
panties and things to be washed in to be even more uncomfortable
than usual.

Naturally, her sympathy extended to the next day when she had
him pruning a thick hedge with a small pair of secateurs that he
seemed to find difficult, especially as he wasn't allowed to
wear protective gloves. She had to hand it to the staff at the
local, they certainly changed attitudes as until today, Wendell
had been as good as gold. He would have to be brought down a peg
or two in front of the ladies, but first Lang had to be punished
for her carelessness earlier.

Once more she found herself at the present in front of the
comfortably seated guests. Sophie explained how she tried to
prevent Lang believing that she was in some way special by
dressing her in cast off's from the charity shops. Her panties
were the exception as she was made to wear Sophie's from the
previous day. I think we will start by having her strip to her
underwear so that you can see what I mean.

This she did, and Lang was soon standing in front of them, back
at the present, dressed only in her ill fitting dingy bra and
small white panties. To be forced to display herself in front of
people who knew her was almost unbearable, yet it had to be
endured as she knew only too well. Having heard the story about
the "local" she had no enthusiasm to do anything that would
enable Miss Sophie to book her in to their safe keeping.

Miss Sophie came straight to the point. Lang had been clumsy and
any form of clumsiness by a servant had to be punished. She
would normally have waited for her husband to return but decided
that it would be better if she allowed the guests to decide how
she should be disciplined.

But how would that be?

To be continued.

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

is it normal to call me a slut?

2011-11-27T18:45:20Z

Date: 27 Nov 2011 07:00:48 -0000
From: angeleyez

In "never done this - some guidance appreciated" Sylvia D
wrote:-

>"I am starting to feel confused"

i too am new at being a submissive and just recently have been
collared by a dom.

he is constantly addressing to me as slut, i have known him
outside the dom relationship for 2-1/2 years and have never been
called this by him and although i want to learn this lifestyle
it makes me feel like i am nothing...

]]> my question is, is this the normal behavior i should expect in
this lifestyle?

submits only if done his way

2011-11-03T10:13:10Z

From: Angeloftheknight
Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2011 11:13:10 +0000

I am having a few problems getting My husband to submit totally
to Me. I'll give you some background on us in the hope you can
advise me.

My husband and I have only been together 3 years. I'm 41, he is
58. Between us we have 5 children in the house ranging from 17
to 2 years old. My husband has in the past, from what he has
told me, been on line as a male Dom. Although he has never had a
submissive partner in the D/s sense of the word.

]]>
I on the other hand come from strictly vanilla relationships. I
had never heard of bdsm or anything else till I met my husband.
About 18 months ago my husband had a bout of depression and came
to Me to talk. He explained that although he has a dominant mind
his true desire was to be a woman, a submissive sissy. He had
secretly been crossdressing for years to get a sexual kick.

There are 2 major problems I can see at the minute that I don't
know how to deal with. Bearing in mind I have had to learn what
a sissy, submissive, dominant and everything else was to get
this far.

Problem 1. My husband will only submit to things he thinks will
benefit him. It's all about what he can get out of the sexual
side of things. He wants me to be dominant but wants it done his
way and if he doesn't like what I say it doesn't happen.

Problem 2. I cannot get him to stop downloading sissy pics and
pictures of sexy looking woman who he alleges he wants to look
like.

Any ideas, advice or tips would be greatly appreciated.

remote control hubby - to be chained and zapped

2011-10-29T14:36:35Z

Date: 29 Oct 2011 08:20:57 -0000
From: subby hubby m

Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped

We haven't used the zapper for a little while but things will
change.

We are in the process of putting up a largish shed; some 10' by
8'. It is about 120 feet from the house and is not overlooked
(however the walk between the house and the shed has some
visibility to the neighbours). This is not in itself very
interesting until I asked my Wife how she would communicate
while She is busy doing her seed propagation and such.

]]> (I should have mentioned that She is the driving force behind
the project - being a very keen gardener).

Anyway,

"Easy" She replied, "You will be wearing your zapper and if I
want anything you will come running".

This conjured up all sorts of ideas; like having to drop
whatever I am doing in the house and run down the garden, taking
drinks orders, fetching and carrying and such. Anyone watching
would be well impressed at such an attentive husband. (Would
they suspect I wonder).

But there is more - my Wife mentioned yesterday that she wants
me to arrange a strong fixing point somewhere in the shed. The
theory is that if she doesn't want me in the house she can lock
me in there.

"I am sure I can find a way of chaining you to the floor - and
if I can't I will just take away your clothes and leave you
until it gets dark when you can risk running back to the house".

(For safety we have a pair of little two way radios in case i
need to use a safe word).

I know this sounds like wishful thinking but it seems real to us
both at the moment. I will keep everyone in touch.

By the way - if anyone has additional ideas on the subject we
would be delighted if they could post them.

All the best to everyone.

subby hubby m

femdom community for over 60s

2011-10-14T12:36:30Z

Date: 14 Oct 2011 11:29:22 -0000
From: quitodoux

i have been here several times, how many years ago? Whenever i
have no Lady to train me as her slave or doggy, i turn to a
vanilla relationship. This is not difficult for me in spite of
my age (77).

]]> i am a healthy sexy senior citizen with an academic background
and many social contacts. Now such a vanilla relationship again
came to an end, because i tried to talk about my submissive
fantasies - and was called a dirty old man.

so here i am again, trying to exchange experience and ideas. the
community here in Germany is extremely discriminating to old
people. fortunately or unfortunately i have a psychological
allergy against professionals, who would be my only chance.

Does anyone here know a femdom community of people over 60?

salut, quitodoux

secret Devotional Sex society

2011-08-31T02:33:03Z

Date: 31 Aug 2011 01:19:50 -0000
From: MichaelK

Devotional Sex is different from BDSM.

Devotional Sex works very well with a non-dominant women, and it
is focussed on sexual and sensual activities, not BDSM
activities. It is mild FemDom without humiliation, inflicting
pain, bondage and the other things that make up BDSM.

While this makes Devotional Sex very tame for those into BDSM,
it has the exciting benefit that many ordinary women may enjoy
being a Devotional Sex Princess.

]]> An optional part of Devotional Sex is activities with others.

Devotional Sex with others can be just mild activities, or
things may become fairly explicit. Of course it is the women who
decide what will happen. By setting the rule that a Knight when
with others will never ejaculate, and activities with others
will never go as far as intercourse, this actually opens up a
new playground of erotic exploration. The usual thinking of "one
thing will lead to another", and "I don't want to go that far,
so I won't do anything" of normal life no longer applies.

I've just published a fictional story where Susan has her
partner Sam fully undress in front of her friend Kate, which
illustrates how this can work at.

Though Devotional Sex is not yet well known, I can imagine that
one day each major city will have at least a few couples who
practice Devotional Sex.

The internet makes it very easy for such couples to get in touch
with each other, and though most interaction will be just talk,
I've created the concept of a Devotional Sex Party which enables
Devotee couples to get together and enjoy living room activities
in a social setting.

Though the activities at a Devotional Sex Party can remain just
between each couple, those that wish can have some fun with the
other couple's partner.

For a Princess to really have fun with the other couple's Knight
it would be better to be alone with him, and thus I've created
the concept of Knight Swapping, where two Princesses swap their
Knights.

When a Princess lends or swaps her Knight she can say what is
not allowed. My default rules are that the Knight is not allowed
to ejaculate and no intercourse is allowed, but a Princess may
well decide to create further restrictions.

What a Princess does with a borrowed Knight is up to her (as
long as it is within the limits of what that Knight will do and
what his Princess allows). Likely things that may happen are for
the Princess to have the borrowed Knight be naked, to admire his
erection, to have him give her foot and body massages, and maybe
to have him eat her to orgasm.

Remember that this is not BDSM, so this is not about humiliating
him or strong BDSM activities. Devotional Sex is much done with
MUTUAL devotion and respect. This is about the Knight having fun
as well as him pleasing the Princess.

If two Princesses swap Knights, and it works, it is easy to
imagine that they might do this a few more times.

Now if they meet another couple who practice Devotional Sex, and
share their success story about the fun of swapping Knights, it
is easy to imagine that sometimes the other couple would be
willing to also give this a try.

Add a few more couples and there would be benefits in organizing
things a bit better, and a Knight Swapping Club could be
created.

This could be set up so that Saturday night was swapping night.
Any Princess who felt like swapping her Knight that Saturday
would email the organizer. And as long as at least two couples
were interested, a swap could be arranged.

Note that if say four couples were interested in swapping, it
would no longer be just a couple swapping Knights because the
organizer could choose who will get each Knight.

It could be organized such that the Knight had to arrive at the
house of the Princess who was borrowing him at say 8pm, and had
to leave her house at exactly 11:30pm.

That way each Knight would not meet the partner of the Princess
they were visiting, and even more powerfully, would not know who
was visiting their Princess. (I also recommend that each Knight
have to give a full report of what he did when he gets home to
his Princess, but that the Princess never tell her Knight what
she did.)

Of course people would not tell everyone that they were a member
of a Knight Swapping Club, and so it would be a secret society.

The FemDom of Devotional Sex is very mild compared to most BDSM,
but this is real female power as the woman do control what
happens.

Of course this all sounds like fantasy. But given my personal
experience of Devotional Sex, I really can see that one day, in
one city, such a club will form.

MichaelK

Devotionalsex

a Secret FemDom Society

2011-07-31T20:40:01Z

Date: 31 Jul 2011 21:40:01 -0000
From: subiam

A (Secret) FemDom Society for the Benefit and Advancement of
Women

]]> The principal is simple. There are many, many men who identify
as submissive and who wish to serve one or more dominant women.
What if the women created a society in the style of the Masons
or Skull and Bones, whose membership and inner workings were
secret but all members worked to advance the causes, well-being
and status of one or more women or a cause they support?

The idea is that the women would meet and collectively set an
agenda and then task and direct the men to execute to that
agenda. Here are some off-the-cuff examples:

a local group could decide that they wanted to elect a society
member to a local school board, the women and men could then be
the basis of an immediate campaign staff.

on an international level, the society could pick a cause each
year to which the men are expected to make a significant or on-
going contribution, e.g. Heifer International or the Fistula
Foundation.

As you can imagine, there are many, many ways this could work
but the basic model is the women set the agenda and the men do
the grunt work and help fund the operations.

The women set the agenda and direct the work while the men who
serve or those who are petitioning to join the society, are
responsible for helping execute that agenda.

Just imagine what is possible if our women could tap the
unfocused energy of this vast array of submissive men around the
world who are at their disposal!

Thank you for listening.

In male submission,
subiam

subiam on Twitter

FetLife group 5997

alternative marriage ceremonies

2011-07-25T22:30:36Z

Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:30:36 -0400
From: Kostya

Hello,

never done this - some guidance appreciated

2011-07-25T17:52:41Z

Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 18:52:41 +0100
From: Sylvia D

Hello,

I am seeking advise, if this is okay or if indeed possible for
you to help me. I am probably going to ramble but will do my
best to say this.

I am a member of a social network site now for 5 months, and a
Dom has taken interest in me, so much so that now he says (in
mails) I am his (MINE).

]]> He has been in a relationship before with another member two years
ago he ''ended'' it because it was too draining for him and he
couldn't give the woman enough time and this he knew would hold
her back, and gave her nearly one year of after care, this woman
is now in another relationship with a Dom. In fact she has been
collared as they say, in the past 4 years been with 5 different Dom's,
makes me wonder if she is addicted.

In my head I keep thinking (as this is all new to me)
*manipulation* keeps coming to mind. I am married and my husband
and I do not have sex for health reasons.

Okay I have never done anything like this before it is exciting
and new.

I guess you may wonder what do I want you to say, I am not sure
really, just some guidance would be very much appreciated.

thank you
Sylvia D

jj - femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub

2012-01-29T16:12:11Z

my Mistress will put an inflatable butt plug in my ass, then
cuff my hands in front of me - makes me lay on my stomach, and
start with the paddle.

Every time I squirmed, she would give me a pump or two, then
once it was already so big I could hardly stand it, she would
roll me over and sit on me so I could lick her pussy, and for
every minute I couldn't make her cum, 3 more pumps.

Boy did I learn proper oral techniques fast! But still take a
dive here and there if u know what I mean.

Strong & Sweet MN - Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male?

2012-01-28T10:15:59Z

I adore strong submissive men, they are hard to find.

Let's face it, we are all a little quirky here. I embrace those
unique qualities in myself, and in the submissive men I am
attracted to.

Vanilla is a nice articulation. I have no interest in leather,
it doesn't enhance my best features:). The qualities of a
submissive man does:) He helps bring out my softer side.

Madame Pontellier - electric with anticipation of being zapped

2012-01-11T04:26:30Z

A more accessible option for wife and husband that want the
thrill of her having a remote control on your cock, without
actually having to worry about permanently damaging his
reproductive organs, try a remote control vibrating cock ring.
Turn it upside down, and it WILL get his attention.

I wrote more about the safer cock shock collar here:-

madamepontellier.com - the safe electric cock ring

nuked - nuked begins a new relationship

2012-01-01T17:29:57Z

Happy New Years to all,

On 22 May 2011 slave darryl Ducharme nuked_potatoes wrote:

>wonderful new relationship -snip- Mary

Mary and i had a falling out... i swear i did everything i
could... was like owning a boat, more and more and more money
poof down the drain and nothing coming from it - not her or i
going ahead, more like enabling... was nice though - lasted a
year

HEY! Ms Sabre - is it You from Texas?

nuked

Ms Christine - quiet DOMestic at yahoogroups

2011-12-31T17:02:19Z

Hello Earl,

you wrote:

>Mrs (and Mr) Christine

Cute! But I'm actually "Ms Christine" (not Mrs) - the clue is in
the domain name MsChristine.com - but I don't mind you calling
David "Mr Christine" - that has a certain amusing appeal :-)

you asked:

>Why has this site gone quiet?

As you posted your question via yahoogroups, which is where we
send the infrequent email digests - you may not be aware that
DOMestic is still alive and well and much more frequent here:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/

Many prefer the shorter URL for quick and easy access straight
to the DOMestic latest posts including the reader replies here:-

http://u4ds.com/replies.shtml

Or you can follow DOMesticFemDom on Twitter here:-

http://twitter.com/DOMesticFemDom

The quickest and primary way to interact with DOMesticFemDom is
on the web by using the Newsfeed at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/index.xml

which gets you the individual messages immediately they are
posted.

As Email is so old technology nowadays, and incoming email is
blocked by so many systems, we have had to prioritise the
methods we use for sending out DOMestic to the modern ones that
people use most.

When we have too much work in our other life we still edit and
send DOMestic individual posts out using the methods above, but
the email digest has to wait until we have the time to put one
together.

So don't wait for us to send you the nowadays infrequent
DOMestic digests via Yahoogroups or Topica. Get your DOMestic
posts the very minute they are edited and posted by us.

You can get help using DOMestic NewsFeeds at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/newsfeed.shtml

There is no longer any need to ask us why you have not received
an email digest because it is easy for you to check yourself
when the last digest was sent out in the sidebar here:-.

http://u4ds.com/

sincerely,
Christine at MsChristine.com

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David - submits only if done his way

2011-12-24T18:13:06Z

Hello,

lowill wrote:

>i can be a slave

5 words is very short for a post to any forum. Would you care to
say a bit more than that lowill?

Regardless of how short the post is, raising the topic of "being
a slave" in this thread makes me wonder if perhaps I should put
a cat among the pigeons :-)

Perhaps "lowill" you are Angel's husband telling us and her in
this forum that you could be "a slave" for her?

Are you perhaps suggesting that currently you are a submissive
trying to get his needs met, and that what the ladies say they
want is a slave to obey them?

Are you telling Angel to do as Susan and Christine have
suggested and lay down the law and demand your obedience?

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

Download "Prickteasing" by David at:-
http://www.u4ds.com/manuals

graham - male maid 24/7 dressed as female

2011-12-16T01:42:32Z

hi "Fastdrop", i see that your wife did the same as mine. we
must be two lucky males. yes i am the wife of the house and i
love it.

tonight i get to please my 'misstiss' and her girlfriends. you
see i was trained to do as told and when that is the way, it is
whatever my master tell me to do because she's the boss and i am
her slave

so my friend do as you are told and love being a wife and one
day you may get to feel a man cock and that day you will know
how a wife feels

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Susan - submits only if done his way

2011-12-14T22:39:15Z

I think your husband wants it his way because he has not
realised that when he tries to get it his way he does not get
any of what he wants.

As Christine suggests, I think you should make it plain to your
husband that you would like him to be a submissive sissy and you
will help him be one but only on the strict understanding that
you choose how he is submissive. Tell him that it is not
submissive if he is telling you how he is going to submit.

Tell him you want to do it your way for a month and he must
agree to doing it your way for the month. Tell him that if at
any time within the month he objects then you will immediately
stop helping him to be a submissive sissy and you will never
again indulge him in this respect.

Tell him that this condition is so important that you will only
have the one month trial if he signs to say that he fully
understands the condition.

Explain to him that at the end of the month you are quite happy
to discuss with him what happened during that month and you will
decide after that discussion whether you will continue to teach
him to be a submissive sissy in the way that you want which may
or may not include any element of what he thinks should happen.
Explain that if he does not then agree to continue on the basis
that you are the one who decides what will happen you will not
continue on this path.

Remind him that he is extraordinarily lucky that you are
prepared to work at this for both your sakes but that you need
to make it work for you otherwise there is no reason why you
should do it and you are certainly not taking on some new
behaviour that gives him all the benefits and you none.

Take control of the computer, get him to wear a chastity device,
make sure you control his orgasms and that they only happen in a
manner that pleases you, when you are present and directing
them.

Read and absorb everything that Madamplz and Christine have
written because they both have enormous experience.

angeleyez - never done this - some guidance appreciated

2011-11-27T07:00:48Z

Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 18:52:41 +0100 From: Sylvia D Hello, I am seeking advise, if this is okay or if indeed possible for you to help me. I am probably going to ramble but will do my best to...

lowill - submits only if done his way

2011-11-25T05:28:01Z

From: Angeloftheknight Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2011 11:13:10 +0000 I am having a few problems getting My husband to submit totally to Me. I'll give you some background on us in the hope you can advise me. My husband and...

Tim from Boston - femdom community for over 60s

2011-11-18T20:11:48Z

Quitodoux,

I will keep my eyes and ears open for you and will contact you
if I have some info.

Bullhawk4
(Tim from Boston - 54 and sub to femdom also)

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2011-11-16T16:43:22Z

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Angeloftheknight - submits only if done his way

2011-11-04T16:53:36Z

All I want from this is a more attentive husband who puts my
needs first, makes me feel wanted, loved and appreciated as a
sexy, attractive woman. Instead of the woman who is there to be
used to indulge his fantasies.

My husband has had help with his depression and is much better
now.

I love tease and denial (my husband hates it) humiliation is
something we both enjoy, light bondage and 'forced fem'.

As for downloading pics, when I first moved in with my husband
he was using pics to wank to, up to 5 times a day. He has since
stopped wanking to pics but still gets incredibly turned on by
them and looks at them for hours at a time.

Hope this helps.

Angel

Christine - submits only if done his way

2011-11-03T16:08:30Z

Hello Angel,

Kudos and congratulations are due to you for grasping the bull
by the horns. You can tell your husband from me that he should
be very grateful and he should work a lot harder at this.

Angeloftheknight wrote:-

>He wants me to be dominant but wants it done his
>way and if he doesn't like what I say it doesn't happen.

It seems the problem can be summed in saying he is not being the
"knight" in this relationship at all. A "knight" submits to his
lady and does not dictate the terms.

>I had never heard of bdsm or anything else till I met my
>husband. About 18 months ago my husband had a bout of
>depression and came to Me to talk.

He may need to do a lot more talking to determine precisely what
he does want. It may be that he needs to seek help getting over
his depression (and more) with a kink friendly therapist before
he is ready to play politely.

>He explained that although he has a dominant mind his true
>desire was to be a woman, a submissive sissy. He had secretly
>been crossdressing for years to get a sexual kick.

They are three distinctly separate issues. Becoming a woman is
one thing, and it may be a bit late in life for him to consider
truly changing his gender but it's not out of the question.

Being a submissive sissy is quite another thing, which takes a
lot of devotion and obedience - not just submitting to the
things he wants to do.

Crossdressing, just for the kick of it, is quite different
again. If he sees it as a reward then you can let him have
some of this as a treat in the bedroom. Or if he wants to be
humiliated with it you can "force" him to do it and clean house
when the kids are away with grandparents.

>I have had to learn what a sissy, submissive, dominant and
>everything else was to get this far.

And you've done very well. There are a lot more resources for
you on the DOMestic site, and there is much useful stuff by
myself and others on the site that you would do well to read.

Go to the front page of the blog at www.u4ds.com and then scan
down the menu on the right hand side to topics like....

Communication / Introducing Wife to FemDom
Communication / Slave not submissive
Communication / Wife understands
Learning / Training Hubby

One author on the blog you would do well to read more of is
Madamplz. To paraphrase a Madamplz dog training metaphor - it
seems that your doggy thinks he is training you. You need to
change his mind about that!

>Problem 1. My husband will only submit to things he thinks will
>benefit him. It's all about what he can get out of the sexual
>side of things.

Tell him that this is no good to you and that you intend to take
doggy's ball away until he begs for you to play, and will play
your games by your rules.

If you have a password then take a look at the thread "the
skills to become dominant" at:-

http://u4ds.com/2007/10/the_skills_to_become_dominant.shtml

Where Madamplz wrote:-

>"It may very well be that all he really needs are a few well
>placed corrections to lose that aggression. People who bully
>to get what they want respond very well to sharp correction without
>attitude. That can be developed as her awareness of what
>dominance is develops." -snip-

>"When I was actively training animals I noticed that you could
>take a dog with very dominant instincts and teach him to
>accept the trainer as pack leader. It didn't necessarily mean
>that dog wouldn't challenge the pack leader from time to time
>because that's also a part of pecking order survival. But as
>long as pack leader continued to act in the capacity of pack
>leader, those challenges wouldn't go very far. Usually a stern
>word, a leash correction, a refusal to engage, and sometimes
>physically putting the dog down to bare his belly would end
>the challenge.

You need now to develop a plan of action to implement as
described by Madamplz in that thread. So first tell us all on
the blog/list more about what it is that you want to actually
happen. How do you see the relationship working to suit you?

Once we know what it is that you actually want to do, and how
you would like to do it, we can probably tell you how to go
about getting what you want.

Angeloftheknight wrote:-

>Problem 2. I cannot get him to stop downloading sissy pics and
>pictures of sexy looking woman who he alleges he wants to look
>like.

Are you suggesting that you don't believe this and that you
think he's just downloading wanking material?

>Any ideas, advice or tips would be greatly appreciated.

I think that we first need to develop your plan to cure problem
one, and then ordering how he uses the computer in future will
just be a detail which becomes a lot easier.

sincerely, Christine

The Fem Dom Training Software.
Advises on how best to train your husband/lover.
http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml

tazsbill - remote control hubby - to be chained and zapped

2011-11-02T00:20:10Z

Date: 29 Oct 2011 08:20:57 -0000 From: subby hubby m Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped We haven't used the zapper for a little while but things will change. We are in the process of putting up a...