Previous issues are at:-
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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2008 Christine and David Stevenson
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.shtml

Part Fourteen.

David dozed, half awake, feeling an unusual sense of
warmth and security, despite his world having changed
dramatically. Some might say for the worse. But to
David, something about the way Karin took control made
him feel at home. The punishment, well he could
understand that, he had been very bad after all! Karin
did have a right to be upset. Anyway, that was over
now. The humiliation, of being fucked in the ass. Well,
he had to admit that in the end it had been the most
exciting sex he'd ever had.

When David awoke Karin was relaxing in an armchair
opposite him, dressed as before. With her panties
replacing the dildo pants that she had used for his
humiliation. She lit a cigarette, although not a heavy
smoker, she did like the occasional cigarette. She blew
smoke towards David, he had not been allowed to smoke
since the day before and realised he would desperately
like one himself. David found he could now move, she
had unstrapped him. Karin noticed his movement, "Rule
four, Wanker."

David searched his memory. Rule four was etched there
somewhere. He replayed the punishment, trying to track
through the rules. Of course, that was it, rule
broken - kiss her heels. But what rule had he broken?

As David crawled to her feet and surrendered himself to
her will, she flicked her cigarette ash on the floor by
her feet. She teased, "Would you like a cigarette,
Creep?"

Why did she have to keep calling him those horrid
names? Hadn't he surrendered to her? Hadn't he showed
her he was a new man? David continued kissing her
heels, mumbling hopefully, "Yes please Madam."

"Clean up my ash with your tongue, and I might allow
you to smoke," Karin tormented.

Is there no limit to my cowardly subservience, David
thought as he complied with this yet further
degradation. Ash dropped at regular intervals from
above, and each time he would lick it from the carpet.

"Your lessons in humility and respect seem to have been
successful, my loyal little ASHTRAY!" Karin taunted.
"You have been very well behaved," she said as she
dropped her cigarette butt beside his lips. "You may
smoke that and dispose of it," she grinned at her own
sadistic inventiveness.

David scuttled to the ashtray beside her bed. As he
took the last few puffs he felt almost proud, "You have
been very well behaved," she had said. His first
compliment from her lips, and he so wanted her to be
pleased with him. He stubbed the butt in the ashtray.

Karin walked over to him and stood so close that he was
squeezed between her and the bed. Her crotch in his
face she challenged him, "You have however made a mess
on my bedclothes! Did I give you permission to
ejaculate?"

David thought, surely she had allowed him that, he
thought he had been given permission. But no, she
hadn't actually said the words, that was a cruel trick.
He begged, "Please don't punish me any more Madam, I'm
sorry. I couldn't help it, please, I can't take any
more punishment."

Karin pushed her knickers down to her stocking tops as
she turned around, his face was now forced into her
backside. "If you are going to beg," she ordered, "at
least do it properly."

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What is Male Chastity?

Male chastity when practiced as a lifestyle can be an all
encompassing component of a relationship, not just a sexual
game. Chastity and D/s lifestyles tap in and blend the mind,
body and emotions of the Dominant and submissive. Chastity is an
intellectual, physical, emotional and sexual experience. It's an
extension of control that a male submissive can truly relate to.
Control becomes real in a very physical sense and is enhanced by
the intellectual response to this control of the male's sexual
desire.

Male chastity is about tease and denial and control of the
male's desire to achieve release. Chastity play is about
creating wanting and longing in the male sex drive, but staying
locked in a chastity device until orgasm is permitted by the
dominant partner - usually the wife, girlfriend or Mistress.

- - - - - - - - - -

The Spice of Chastity

Chastity is a powerful way to add excitement and eroticism to a
relationship primarily by the use of a chastity device. Chastity
is charged, erotic and exciting because the man is kept on the
edge and though frequency of orgasms is not as often as the
"conventional" male, most appreciate the rare yet overwhelming
orgasms that follow. The release date, continuous tease and
denial and control of the male orgasm is what makes chastity
work.

- - - - - - - - - -

First, chastity works best when practiced by a couple already in
a loving, stable and sexual relationship. The couple should be
developing or already have open communication where both are
able to openly discuss their fantasies, sexual topics and
generally what they find erotic. For many couples, especially
where the male is hesitant to try chastity, talking and creating
the fantasy is the way to approach the topic.

For many men it's a fairly big step to give up control and/or
the possibility of experiencing "unwanted" pain or discomfort
that would be caused by wearing a device. This is one of the
reasons for this site - to help create the fantasy and to
provide education and insight into chastity play.

- - - - - - - - - -

Simply put male chastity is about denying a man's ability to
achieve orgasms, limiting sexual stimulation to his penis, and
giving control of one's sexual release to a keyholder.

A keyholder is usually the female dominant in the relationship
who holds the keys to the chastity device. She makes the
decisions as to when (release date), how often (frequency), and
in what form the male will be allowed to achieve orgasm. The
form of which may be sexual intercourse, masturbation, prostatic
milking and in a D/s context it could be by some form of
humiliating act of sexual release.

- - - - - - - - - -

For most practitioners of chastity it's not about the denial of
sexual intercourse or sexual intimacy. It's about the control of
when and how orgasm will be permitted - while creating a build
of tension from regular tease and denial play.

Some men and women have concerns of losing that "closeness and
intimacy" that physical love making brings to a couples'
relationship. Oddly enough, many report that "love making" and
"intimacy" actually increase when chastity was introduced to the
relationship. Part of this is due to the re-focusing of the
males sexual energy onto his female partner.

Again, many couples continue to engage in regular or even
increased sexual relations and/or sex play. It's just that the
male partner is not achieving orgasm during every sexual
encounter. In a D/s context the pleasure is more focused on the
dominant female partner... but the intimacy of the couple is
still intact.

- - - - - - - - - -

Again, chastity is not about denial of sex and intimacy. It's
about the build up of frustration and the hope and anticipation
for orgasm which is the spice of chastity. Now there are so many
roads to follow in this cycle of "frustration, anticipation and
finally orgasm" - tease and denial. We won't discuss them here
but it comes down to how you and your partner decide to
incorporate chastity play into your relationship - vanilla sex
play, BDSM or in a FemDom lifestyle relationship.

- - - - - - - - - -

For many submissive males it's about the willingness to please
their dominant partner. Knowing that by giving up power,
pleasing his partner and bowing to the wishes of his Mistress he
will earn orgasms.

- - - - - - - - - -

For the dominant females it's about taking control and creating
a charged environment where her pleasure comes first and she
finds excitement and eroticism by exercising that control.

Super A

Hello to the group.

I've read the list since about 1998. Great job! Well, through
the reading, classes, some relationships and the other... I'm
reaching out to the readership of Women.

I live in the upper burbs of the east bay of the San Francisco
bay area. Am 45, good looks, career, family oriented, super
friends and life is pretty darn good. Yes, in shape, gray hair
but it's still there... for now.

If there is a Woman who is looking for a man who knows,
understands and is very comfortable with his submissive side....
looking for that elusive ltr.... you might have grown tired of
the internet sites out there... I'm the diamond in the rough.

Enjoy your weekend and week.

submissively,
derek

You can write directly to my email address.
derekdanville@yahoo.com

# C: CB6000 escape technique
# C: And let that be a lesson to you
# P: Connecticut male seeking long-term servitude
# S: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Thirteen.

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C: CB6000 escape technique
Date: 2 Sep 2008 11:47:23 -0000
From: merkurabc

In "experimenting/switching with CB6000" allan wrote:

>if slave gets semi-erect i found i could masturbate using the
>CB-6000 as a "sleeve!"

Yesterday i detected that in fact i can cheat and get out of,
and back into, my CB6000: both small white bolts can be
extracted, so the base ring will open, and - Voila, here he is!
After some play, it should be no problem to put him back into
chastity ;)

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C: And let that be a lesson to you
From: Madamplz
Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 20:15:46 EDT

Hello Muffy,

This is a news item I thought list members might enjoy,

Man Almost Loses Penis Humping Steel Bench

Regards,

Madam

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P: Connecticut male seeking long-term servitude
From: Lshbck50
Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:13:46 EDT

Kind, sincere sub male is seeking an intelligent, discrete woman
who enjoys administering old fashioned discipline in the form of
canings and bareback whippings. I have always preferred a
Mistress/slave relationship in the simplest form, where
correction means a whipping in the barn.

In return I will offer my servitude and friendship. Perhaps you
are a busy woman who would enjoy owning a slave to work on your
farm or to perform assigned chores around your house. I would be
available a few days each week to serve you. I am hoping to form
a long-term friendship/relationship and will be available for
vanilla activities (dinner, movies) if you so choose.

I am educated, have a good sense of humor, and will remain
respectful to my Mistress at all times.

Farmington Valley.

Lshbck50@aol.com

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S: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Thirteen.
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:06:47 +0100

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

In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2008 Christine and David Stevenson
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.shtml

Part Thirteen.

"Answer me slave, do you agree that you need to be
taught humility?" She insisted. David nodded and
dropped his head down into the pillows. The bitch was
not only going to do it, she made him admit he needed
it.

"That's a good girlie," she teased, "and I'm sure
this is going to make you feel suitably humble."

Initially David found the experience uncomfortable,
and grossly humiliating. Especially as Karin
giggled with obvious relish as she thrust back
and forth. Karin alternated between ramming
into him, and writhing to stimulate herself when
deep within him. As the pain of the punishment
turned into a deep red glowing sensation, Karin's
writhing started to stimulate his prostate, and her
thrusting caused his penis to rub against the bed
covers. David found these twin 'pleasures'
psychologically disturbing.

Karin noticed that David's moans and groans were no
longer expressing pain and discomfort, but were now an
indication of the sexual pleasure he was experiencing.

Karin held on to the gag strap at the back of his head
like a rein and rode him like a rodeo star. Hurling
insults and derogatory abuse at him she used his
excitement to further vanquish him.

"So you liked to be fucked do you? Whore! My randy
little maid likes her boss to have a big prick. So
wanker, now I know what you think about when you jerk
off."

David found the experience disturbing because at the
same time as suffering such crushing abasement, he was
enjoying the most intense physical pleasure he had ever
encountered. The beating had broken him, this demeaning
rape was truly humbling him.

Panting her abuse through intense and powerful orgasms
above him, she brought him to a kind of inner orgasmic
plateau. Each of her paroxysms were accompanied by
small spurts from his penis. Each little eruption
suffused his body with joy, quite unlike normal
ejaculation. He had never visited this plateau of
pleasure before. He was kept there partially by the
fear of the consequences should he spurt his ejaculate
without permission.

Although he was fearful of further punishment with the
riding crop, that he knew lay there so far unused, he
could not help himself from leaking onto her bed
covers. He was at the same time experiencing a deep
conversion to subservience. She had found and
stimulated a submissive tendency within him. Having
broken his male ego, she would soon have grovelling in
unresisting servitude. She had conquered him
completely.

Karin unstrapped his gag, and grabbing a handful of
hair she thrust and pumped her erection into him. "What
do you say slut," she demanded.

"Oh please Madam, please may I come now," David
answered.

"No slut, not yet, you have something else to say to me
first."

Karin continued her pumping and started to feel the
onset of yet another peak.

"Oh Madam, thank you Madam, for teaching me humility."
David moaned, trying to restrain the gushing which he
desperately needed to release.
"Please Madam, please."

"Aaaaaah," Karin moaned. "Yessss, what else have you
say to your Mistress slut."

"Oh Madam, Madam I love you, please Madam. Please."

Karin's seventh orgasm exploded, she moaned in ecstasy
and collapsed onto David's back, just as he pumped his
ejaculation into her bedclothes. He groaned his thanks,
and then his apologies, and then finally as he ceased
spurting he sighed, "I think I really do love you,
Madam."

Karin smiled, like a cat that got the cream, she almost
purred in the pleasure of victory. She had taken David
apart psychologically, and when she put the pieces back
together she'd made him just the way she liked her men.
Submissive. "Just remember that I OWN YOU! David."

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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - by Ms. Christine
Copyright 1986-2008 Christine and David Stevenson
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.shtml

Part Thirteen.

"Answer me slave, do you agree that you need to be
taught humility?" She insisted. David nodded and
dropped his head down into the pillows. The bitch was
not only going to do it, she made him admit he needed
it.

"That's a good girlie," she teased, "and I'm sure
this is going to make you feel suitably humble."

Karin noticed that David's moans and groans were no
longer expressing pain and discomfort, but were now an
indication of the sexual pleasure he was experiencing.

Karin held on to the gag strap at the back of his head
like a rein and rode him like a rodeo star. Hurling
insults and derogatory abuse at him she used his
excitement to further vanquish him.

"So you liked to be fucked do you? Whore! My randy
little maid likes her boss to have a big prick. So
wanker, now I know what you think about when you jerk
off."

David found the experience disturbing because at the
same time as suffering such crushing abasement, he was
enjoying the most intense physical pleasure he had ever
encountered. The beating had broken him, this demeaning
rape was truly humbling him.

Panting her abuse through intense and powerful orgasms
above him, she brought him to a kind of inner orgasmic
plateau. Each of her paroxysms were accompanied by
small spurts from his penis. Each little eruption
suffused his body with joy, quite unlike normal
ejaculation. He had never visited this plateau of
pleasure before. He was kept there partially by the
fear of the consequences should he spurt his ejaculate
without permission.

Although he was fearful of further punishment with the
riding crop, that he knew lay there so far unused, he
could not help himself from leaking onto her bed
covers. He was at the same time experiencing a deep
conversion to subservience. She had found and
stimulated a submissive tendency within him. Having
broken his male ego, she would soon have grovelling in
unresisting servitude. She had conquered him
completely.

Karin unstrapped his gag, and grabbing a handful of
hair she thrust and pumped her erection into him. "What
do you say slut," she demanded.

"Oh please Madam, please may I come now," David
answered.

"No slut, not yet, you have something else to say to me
first."

Karin continued her pumping and started to feel the
onset of yet another peak.

"Oh Madam, thank you Madam, for teaching me humility."
David moaned, trying to restrain the gushing which he
desperately needed to release.
"Please Madam, please."

"Aaaaaah," Karin moaned. "Yessss, what else have you
say to your Mistress slut."

"Oh Madam, Madam I love you, please Madam. Please."

Karin's seventh orgasm exploded, she moaned in ecstasy
and collapsed onto David's back, just as he pumped his
ejaculation into her bedclothes. He groaned his thanks,
and then his apologies, and then finally as he ceased
spurting he sighed, "I think I really do love you,
Madam."

Karin smiled, like a cat that got the cream, she almost
purred in the pleasure of victory. She had taken David
apart psychologically, and when she put the pieces back
together she'd made him just the way she liked her men.
Submissive. "Just remember that I OWN YOU! David."

Part Fourteen is at:-

http://u4ds.com/2008/09/bank_managers_cupboard_14.shtml

This story is one of over 400 stories you can read on the
DOMestic web site $ 26.99 for a one year password.

In "experimenting/switching with CB6000" allan wrote:

>if slave gets semi-erect i found i could masturbate using the
>CB-6000 as a "sleeve!"

Yesterday i detected that in fact i can cheat and get out of,
and back into, my CB6000: both small white bolts can be
extracted, so the base ring will open, and - Voila, here he is!
After some play, it should be no problem to put him back into
chastity ;)

Kind, sincere sub male is seeking an intelligent, discrete woman
who enjoys administering old fashioned discipline in the form of
canings and bareback whippings. I have always preferred a
Mistress/slave relationship in the simplest form, where
correction means a whipping in the barn.

I am educated, have a good sense of humor, and will remain
respectful to my Mistress at all times.

Farmington Valley.

Lshbck50@aol.com

Hello Muffy,

This is a news item I thought list members might enjoy,

Man Almost Loses Penis Humping Steel Bench

Regards,
Madam

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# Re: P: Femdom in India
# P: how to find a Syrian trampling Mistress?
# Re: P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female x 2
# S: Slave's Treat
# Re: S: The Doctor Knows Best
# S: The Doctor Knows Best - Part 4
# Re: S: The Doctor Knows Best - Part 4

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Re: C: Am I sub/cuckold? Or Is she Dom?
Date: 19 Aug 2008 13:05:49 -0000
From: jim

raj wrote:

>is it a pleasure to see your wife getting fucked?

I can not answer for John, but I can tell you how I feel.

As an example, we have been on vacation and on one evening she
had a man come to our hotel room for a session of love making. I
was not allowed to be in the room but was called in before he
left. She told me that He wanted to say 'good bye' to me. I had
very mixed feelings. I was happy because she was happy. I was
allowed to masturbate so that in itself made me feel good.

Last evening, we were on our last nite of our vacation and she
looked so seductive and I attempted to make love to her. She
resisted and said she was tired. I know she wanted sex, but
said, 'you don't satisfy me. I want to save myself for someone
that can.' I know that very soon she will make a date with a boy
friend. I feel very disappointed now. It is very hard to wait
for those moments when she is happy. But I feel very happy when
they do come.

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 19 Aug 2008 19:14:46 -0000
From: arun

Goddess Malini,

i am a 38yr male slave from Chennai dying to serve you as your
personal slave. please be free to use me any way you want
including as your human toilet.

your slave
arun

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P: how to find a Syrian trampling Mistress?
Date: 24 Aug 2008 18:38:29 -0000
From: Fadi

i'm looking for mistress in Syria for trampling and foot fetish
and more, i wanna be her slave but i didn't find anyone who can
guide me.. please help me if possible.

thanks and regards

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Re: P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female
Date: 21 Aug 2008 17:45:36 -0000
From: Richard

I am born to be slave and serve a mistress, I am ready to be
yours, take me, take my body and my brain, Writing this my ass
swalling; I wait your answer smoking like a bitch.

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Re: P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female
Date: 24 Aug 2008 17:24:34 -0000
From: sissy sub

i want to obey, I want to be your slave and sub.

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S: Slave's Treat
Date: 19 Aug 2008 00:00:59 -0000
From: j_stimmt

Slave's Treat

The beautiful Queen I serve told me over a week ago that I could
expect a treat on Saturday.

It was the Tuesday before, and being full of impatience and
awaiting the treat which I knew would be a prolonged session
submitting to my Queen's will, I secretly masturbated, not
telling my Queen what I had done.

Saturday arrived and my Queen told me to wait until she called
me into the bedroom. After what seemed like an hour of waiting
for her to summon me, I heard her voice quietly calling my name.

I entered the bedroom and was overwhelmed by what I saw as I
stood before her. She was dressed in a silky black gown and was
wearing black leather boots. With her legs crossed so the boots
were prominent in my field of vision, she sat in a wicker chair
with a large round back. She held a riding crop in her right
hand which she tapped against the open palm of her left hand.
She ordered me to take off my clothes, and I quickly obeyed.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me slave," she said.

I crawled over to her and she pushed her booted foot into my
face.

"You are to be my footstool - assume the proper position."

Again, I quickly obeyed her, offering my back to her, and she
roughly kicked me in the side with the heels of her boots.

She then administered 50 harsh strokes to my ass and legs with
her riding crop, requiring me to count each stroke out loud. If
I didn't speak the stroke number loud enough, she commanded me
to say it louder and did the stroke over.

Then she ordered me to my knees and quickly snapped a clothes-
pin on each of my nipples. She led me over to the bed and said,
"You will now beg to taste my pussy. You may sniff it first."

I begged my Queen to let me taste her pussy, "Please, my Queen,
please let me lick your pussy."

She eventually relented and I was permitted to lick her to a
shouting-out-loud orgasm while wearing the clothespins on my
nipples.

After she rested for a few minutes, my cruel and beautiful Queen
took the clothespins off of my nipples and informed me that she
knew that I had masturbated earlier in the week without her
permission and that I was to be further punished for this.

She put me on my back and attached a clothespin to the head of
my cock - over the urethra opening and the frenum.

I wailed out in pain. It was both intense and exquisite. She
then stood over me so I could see her beautiful ass towering
above and she began to mercilessly swat my cock with her riding
crop, hitting both the sides of my penis and the clothespin
which dangled to and fro. I became totally lost in the sensation
and was crying, practically sobbing for her to please have mercy
and stop.

Eventually one of her swats with the crop knocked the clothespin
off the head of my cock and I shrieked out in pain while my
sperm shot out all over my stomach.

Then my Queen did something that surprised me even more - she
rubbed her boots in the come on my stomach and shoved them in my
face.

"Lick my boots clean, you worthless slave," she commanded.

This was so difficult to do, but I wanted to please my Queen so
I began to lick her boots until all of the come was off them.

It's later in the week as I write this and I'm reminded of this
dark and sensuous session my beautiful Queen treated me to. I
frequently get tingles in my nipples, but especially on the tip
of my cock while I sit at my desk in the office and wonder...
when will my Queen have me in her thrall once again?

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Re: S: The Doctor Knows Best
Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 12:56:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: inlimbo

I have attached part 4 of The Doctor Knows Best for your
consideration, although I feel it does not quite meet the tenor
of your site.

If you decide not to run it I will not be hurt..... drat!

Again I ask that you not print my real name. At some point I may
address issues that may be more relevant and which I have found,
if nothing else, perplexing.

there is no holy grail
Sybil

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S: The Doctor Knows Best - Part 4
Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2008 17:55:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: inlimbo

Continued from:-
The Doctor Knows Best

By in limbo

Part 4

Dr. Janet Greystone sat in her office drumming her fingers on
the desk, her eyes fixed on the clock on the far wall. It was
five minutes past four. She pushed the button on the intercom.
She was business-like, "Margo. Is my four o'clock appointment
here yet?"

A low laugh came from the intercom, "No sweetie, I told you he
would not come."

Margo's familiarity was normal, seeing she and Janet Greystone
were lovers and had been together for almost eight years. It was
very convenient for the two women who were very committed to
each other to live together and work together.

"Damn," mumbled Janet, "I was sure he would come."

"It's a bitch dear," purred Margo, "especially after you had
Leonard get you all that equipment to go along with your plan
for treatment. I knew he wouldn't keep his appointment. You
scared him."

"I meant to, I know I can help him if he will let me. I
understand him...."

Margo's voice stopped her in mid sentence, "he just arrived
Doctor, do you want me to send him in?"

"Would you come in her for a moment first, I have a file for
you."

"Yes Doctor," the intercom went silent and Margo entered the
office a moment later.

"How does he look," asked Janet as Margo came to the side of her
desk and picked up a file.

"He looks like a man who should not be here, scared out of his
mind.. You know your plan is very drastic"

Janet laughed, "I know, that's why I like it."

"Remember," said Margo, "just because you have a large clientele
in the gay community and have a great reputation for having
success with them does not mean you can transfer that into
treatment for a man into dominance and submission with a cross
dressing issue. I know it was part of your training in that
mystery country where you got that suspect medical degree, but
are you familiar enough with whips and chains people?"

"Let's not talk about where I got my degree, only that it got me
licensed to practice here. It is a very good school and I do
remember a lecture or two about what Tracy Cole is into. I know
plenty about whips and chains. Besides," said Janet with a
smile, "I dominate you and we love lingerie so much they call us
the Clark Street lipstick lesbians. Don't worry, I think I have
a handle on this patient."

"You told me what you think and what you are going to do and to
be honest I kind of agree with you. But it's way out there and
if it goes wrong he could sue you."

"Relax, I have him figured out, it will be ok. I have a plan."

"I hope so but just in case I am going to keep the intercom open
and listen."

"That's why I called you in, to make sure of it, and I want you
to record it also."

"Good idea, get a record in case," said Margo. "Where is the bag
of tricks?"

"Right here behind the desk at my feet so I can easily get to
it," said Janet, getting up and moving to the front of the desk.
She struck a pose and faced the door. "Now send him in."

Margo paused at the door. "You know, the way you look he will
probably faint."

Janet feigned surprise, "You mean the black vinyl turtle-neck,
short black leather skirt that barely covers my crotch, fishnet
stockings with garters showing and black shiny lace up boots
with a 4 inch spike heel could possibly have an effect on him?"

"Seeing you like that will send him over the edge." said Margo.

"It's what I'm counting on," the Janet said with a sly smile.

Margo re-entered the waiting room where the client Tracy Cole
was waiting patiently, and as she did so she watched Tracy's
eyes drop to her legs. Margo was wearing a short tight skirt,
hose and heels. She smiled at Tracy and said, "Leggs, Sheer
Energy, Suntan."

Tracy said, "I know."

Margo laughed and said, "of course. Go right in, she's waiting
for you."

Tracy entered the office and went weak when he saw her standing
at her desk, arms folded in front of her, legs spread, a no
nonsense look on her face.

"Sit down Tracy."

He did so.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," he mumbled, even now less sure as to why he returned.

"You realize I am here to help you in whatever way I can," she
said moving behind his chair.

"Yes."

"I want you to relax, take a deep breath and close your eyes,"
came her soothing voice from behind him.

He did not need to see her. The vision of her standing in that
outfit was fixed in his mind.

"How is your hand?"

"It's fine," again a whisper, rubbing the wound. He closed his
eyes and pictured her.

"Visuals are very important to you aren't they," she said going
to her desk and taking something out of the bag that she had
prepared for him.

"Yes."

"Keep your eyes closed and picture me as I am," she said and
walked behind him carrying something in her hand.

"I am," another whisper.

She was standing behind his chair holding a round plastic collar
with an electrical device attached, The collar was wide open and
designed to lock when she snapped it closed around the neck.

"Now remember, you must trust me," she said and with a swift
move locked the collar around his neck. She stepped quickly to
the desk and picked up the remote that controlled the power to
the electric shock collar.

Tracy's eyes popped open and he stood up, his hands going to his
neck and as he did so Janet pressed the remote giving him a
shock. He let out a scream and jumped from the shock. She was
standing in front of him pointing the remote. He leapt toward
her shouting "what the hell are you doing!" and slapped at her
hand holding the remote. He hit her arm and the remote flew from
her hand as he pushed her across the room.

"Margo!" shouted Janet just as Margo burst into the room. "The
remote!" snapped Janet pointing to it lying on the floor at
Margo's feet.

Tracy was scratching at the collar and looking around the room
for the remote as Margo picked it up. He turned and lunged for
her and she pointed the remote at him and pushed a button near
the high end of the power. Tracy froze in his tracks, his hands
grasping the collar, his knees buckling as he tried to keep his
feet.

Margo took advantage of his dazed condition as he stood there,
his hands on the collar, his legs apart trying to recover from
the jolt of pain and steady himself. She took one quick step
toward him and with all her power gave him a vicious kick to his
balls. The point of her shoe caught him right between his legs
and she felt him rise off the floor as she drove her foot up
into his groin as far as she could.

He let out a grunt, the air rushed out of his lungs and he felt
pain like he had never felt before. He dropped to the floor like
a stone, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath.

Margo dropped the remote and quickly moved to Janet's bag and
took out a pair of handcuffs. Tracy was in no condition to
resist, the pain so great he didn't even realize what Margo was
doing. She easily pulled his arms behind his back and snapped
the cuffs on him. As she did so she called to Janet "quick, give
me some rope."

Janet pulled a length of rope from the bag and threw it to Margo
who quickly tied his legs, immobilizing him on the floor. Margo
stepped away from him and stood a moment, breathing deeply,
catching her breath. "He's not going anywhere," she said and
turned to Janet. They came together in a hug.

"You ok?" asked Margo.

"I'm great" said Janet as she pulled back from Margo's hug and
smiled at her lover. "And so are you. I just loved that" she
said with a laugh. "You are good."

Margo laughed, "Just taking care of your screw-up. I was worried
he hurt you and from the way he reacted I think he would have if
I didn't kick his ass," Margo said with a laugh.

They hugged and Margo pressed into her and gave her a passionate
kiss. After a moment Margo breathlessly said, "I'll tell you
something, I got a terrific rush."

"So did I," said Janet. "It was great."

"It excited me, it felt great I feel so powerful," Margo said
with a giggle.

"That's because he's tied helpless on the floor at our feet."
They stood, hugging and looking down at the still dazed man they
had overpowered. "And considering how much you hate men it's not
surprising you feel power after what you did."

The man began to moan and look around.

"He's coming out of it," said Margo pulling away from Janet.
"And I am justified in hating men."

"Agreed, but men have always had power over you, and suddenly
you have overpowered a man and taken control of him. Considering
your history your blood must be pumping. You have gone from
feeling like a victim to being a conqueror. My hero," laughed
Janet.

"You bitch," laughed Margo pulling her close again. "I hate it
when you are right. Have you ever had a man under your control
before?"

"No, but I feel like you, it's exciting."

"Don't you feel guilty being a pervert and a doctor.?" asked
Margo.

"No, I love it." She pulled away and picked up the phone. "I
have to call Leonard."

"What for," asked Margo as she stood next to Tracy lying on his
back, hands cuffed behind him, legs tied at the knees and
ankles. Looking at him struggling for breath she reached down
and picked up the electrical remote to the collar.

"What the hell.." Tracy tried to speak but it was only a rasp
and it was cut short as Margo pointed the remote at him and
pressed a button on the lower power scale. Shock raced across
Tracy's face and Margo giggled.

"Don't play with him without me," said Janet as she picked up
the phone.

"It's fun," laughed Margo as Tracy shaking off the effects of
the shock tried to speak again but the second a word came out of
his mouth Margo hit the button and Tracy shook as the electric
current again ran though him.

Margo leaned down and spoke into his face. "Let's she how long
it takes you to learn little man. Let's see how stupid our
little captive is. Open your mouth and the current goes up." She
turned to Janet. "How high can I turn it up before I kill him?"
she asked matter of factly.

"Leonard wasn't sure but he said be careful at the top end,"
said Janet. "A lot depends on his age and physical condition."

"Well he better hope he's young and strong," laughed Margo. "I
think I see a little fear creeping across our captive's face. I
think he is not going to complain anymore. Is that right
asshole?" she said giving Tracy a kick. "I like this Janet. I
think I found a new hobby."

"Leonard, it did not go well," said Janet into the phone. "No we
have it under control but we had better meet and do that thing
tonight instead of next week. Ok, thirty minutes."

"What are we doing?" asked Margo.

"Phase two, but sooner than I wanted. We have 30 minutes."

"Good, because I have an idea. I'm going to have some fun with
this useless man and find a use for him."

"What are you going to do?"

"Since he got me so excited and gave me a rush it's only fair
that I use him to finish the job," said Margo as she stood over
Tracy's face. She quickly knelt down on his face facing his
feet, and settled her crotch right over his mouth. "I'm going to
fuck his face, use his face to get me off." She began rocking
back and forth and side to side finding satisfying positions and
movements, riding his face for pleasure.

Janet laughed. "You're crazy."

"No, just excited. Come down here," she said grabbing Janet's
hand and pulling her. "Kneel over his chest, a knee on each side
and face me."

Janet did so and the women knelt on their captive, Margo on his
face and Janet on his chest. Margo ground her pussy onto his
face and leaned in and kissed Janet and began unbuttoning her
blouse. She kissed Janet and said, "this is great, play with my
tits while I grind my pussy into this face I'm sitting on."

They continued in this way until Margo worked herself up. "Oh
god," she moaned into Janet's mouth pounding her pussy down on
the face under her, "I'm going to cum on this bastard's face,"
and exploded into an orgasm. Margo held Janet as she came down
and glanced at a noticeable bulge in Tracy's pants. "The
shithead has a hard-on."

Janet looked around, "you're right." She reached back and undid
Tracy's pants and pulled them down and exposed a rock hard cock.
"Well, I guess we are not hurting him too much. Did you have a
good time?" she asked Margo.

"Great," said Margo.

"Then get off our toy, it's my turn."

Margo climbed off Tracy's face and he did not attempt to speak.
"I think our little bitch has learned some obedience."

Janet quickly swung her knees to the sides of Tracy's head and
settled her crotch where Margo's had just been. She had gotten
worked up with Margo and wasted no time in using her pussy to
fuck the face beneath her.

"Come on, Margo, get down here," said Janet.

"Ok," she said moving to the Janet's bag and taking out a whip,
"but first I am going to do something I have never even thought
of," and began whipping Tracy's cock.

"The bastard really likes this," laughed Margo, "I can't even
get it to go down."

"Stop having fun and get down here and kiss me," panted Janet as
she took her turn grinding her pussy into Tracy's face.

Margo dropped down on his chest and began kissing Janet. "You
said he liked panties and pantyhose so I think he is getting his
fill of both today."

"Everybody wins," mumbled Janet kissing Margo, "I didn't know it
would feel so good getting off fucking a helpless man's face,"
and continued grinding away until she got her orgasm.

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Re: S: The Doctor Knows Best - Part 4
Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:37:34 +0100
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

Well done "inlimbo" - yet another hot episode to your story.
Part 4 is maintaining the excitement level for me anyway.

inlimbo aka Sybil wrote:

>I feel it does not quite meet the tenor of your site.

We don't have to be sensible and politically correct in fiction.
While the non-fiction side of the DOMestic web site is mostly
about loving couples, in stories you can wander quite a bit from
the "straight(?) and narrow".

Fiction is of course nothing like reality. In fiction we can do
stuff that is not safe in real life. But I do have to be a
sensible moderator here and remind folk reading that using an
electrical shock collar above the waist could be very
dangerous.

In my opinion it's best to restrict those devices to the
genitals in humans. The dog collars that are designed for the
necks of those animals fit quite nicely above the male scrotal
sack and are much safer when used down there.

sincerely,
David

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i'm looking for mistress in Syria for trampling and foot fetish
and more, i wanna be her slave but i didn't find anyone who can
guide me.. please help me if possible.

thanks and regards

Slave's Treat

The beautiful Queen I serve told me over a week ago that I could
expect a treat on Saturday.

It was the Tuesday before, and being full of impatience and
awaiting the treat which I knew would be a prolonged session
submitting to my Queen's will, I secretly masturbated, not
telling my Queen what I had done.

I entered the bedroom and was overwhelmed by what I saw as I
stood before her. She was dressed in a silky black gown and was
wearing black leather boots. With her legs crossed so the boots
were prominent in my field of vision, she sat in a wicker chair
with a large round back. She held a riding crop in her right
hand which she tapped against the open palm of her left hand.
She ordered me to take off my clothes, and I quickly obeyed.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me slave," she said.

I crawled over to her and she pushed her booted foot into my
face.

"You are to be my footstool - assume the proper position."

Again, I quickly obeyed her, offering my back to her, and she
roughly kicked me in the side with the heels of her boots.

She then administered 50 harsh strokes to my ass and legs with
her riding crop, requiring me to count each stroke out loud. If
I didn't speak the stroke number loud enough, she commanded me
to say it louder and did the stroke over.

Then she ordered me to my knees and quickly snapped a clothes-
pin on each of my nipples. She led me over to the bed and said,
"You will now beg to taste my pussy. You may sniff it first."

I begged my Queen to let me taste her pussy, "Please, my Queen,
please let me lick your pussy."

She eventually relented and I was permitted to lick her to a
shouting-out-loud orgasm while wearing the clothespins on my
nipples.

After she rested for a few minutes, my cruel and beautiful Queen
took the clothespins off of my nipples and informed me that she
knew that I had masturbated earlier in the week without her
permission and that I was to be further punished for this.

She put me on my back and attached a clothespin to the head of
my cock - over the urethra opening and the frenum.

I wailed out in pain. It was both intense and exquisite. She
then stood over me so I could see her beautiful ass towering
above and she began to mercilessly swat my cock with her riding
crop, hitting both the sides of my penis and the clothespin
which dangled to and fro. I became totally lost in the sensation
and was crying, practically sobbing for her to please have mercy
and stop.

Eventually one of her swats with the crop knocked the clothespin
off the head of my cock and I shrieked out in pain while my
sperm shot out all over my stomach.

Then my Queen did something that surprised me even more - she
rubbed her boots in the come on my stomach and shoved them in my
face.

"Lick my boots clean, you worthless slave," she commanded.

This was so difficult to do, but I wanted to please my Queen so
I began to lick her boots until all of the come was off them.

It's later in the week as I write this and I'm reminded of this
dark and sensuous session my beautiful Queen treated me to. I
frequently get tingles in my nipples, but especially on the tip
of my cock while I sit at my desk in the office and wonder...
when will my Queen have me in her thrall once again?

# Re: C: Sentinel Chastity belt
# Re: C: Am I sub/cuckold? Or Is she Dom?
# P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female
# S: Serving Her - part two

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Re: C: Sentinel Chastity belt
Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2008 20:45:43 -0500
From: Super A

First of all, lubrication is the key to wearing any belt. The
skin needs to slide at least a little bit. If if does not, it
grabs or pinches and becomes painful.

While I am not familiar with that particular belt, most
manufactures will address any production issues (such as burrs
or other issues) if you contact them.

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Re: C: Am I sub/cuckold? Or Is she Dom?
Date: 11 Aug 2008 22:25:47 -0000
From: raj

i am interested in this, i am in india.

is it a pleasure to see your wife getting fucked?

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P: serve a beautiful dominant English Female
Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:55:25 +0000 (GMT)
From: Victoria Markham

Do You have an overwhelming desire to serve a beautiful dominant
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Do You wish to be told what to do and what not to do purely for
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If answers to the above are all YES then you may email me for
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a vanilla partner.

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S: Serving Her - part two
Date: 10 Aug 2008 16:17:25 -0000
From: Charles

Serving Her - part two (part one is here)

The first strike catches my ass dead center. "One, thank you
Mistress" (I must always count and thank Mistress for each
stroke or the punishment begins again.) Two, a little higher.
Three, Higher. Four, low across my cheeks just above my legs.
Five, same place.

Six, same place again. I jerk forward and bang my chastity
device against the sofa. God what pain! Seven, high again. Eight
across the middle of my thighs. Nine, still on my legs. Ten,
hard across my lower ass. My god I don't know how to take two
more.

I look under my arm and see Mistress with her finger working her
clit under her shorts.

Now I can take it. Mistress is using my pain to have an orgasm.
That makes it well worthwhile. Eleven, Just one more. Twelve,
thirteen, fourteen. My god I don't know how to deal with this.
Mistress grits her teeth and tells me to turn around. As I do I
can see she is working toward a major orgasm.

"Spread your legs!"

I quickly spread my legs. I know what she wants. She wants to
get to my inner thighs. The most sensitive area for caning. She
strikes my right thigh first. "Fifteen" I yell in agony.

"Shut up slut," she growls. She begins to rapidly hit my thighs,
left, right, up, down. I have lost count and the pain is
unbelievable. I can only take it because I can see she is very
near her orgasm.

Suddenly she falls into my arms growling into my chest and
hugging me like I might try to get away. (fat chance) She is
nearly passed out as I ease her into her chair.

I kneel before her and she opens her eyes. She is smiling so
peacefully. She looks down at my legs and sees there is some
blood where she cut me with her cane. She says she didn't mean
to cut me.

I tell her it is all right. It is all worth it for her pleasure.

She lazily begins to play with her clit again. She asks me if I
think I can take the Absorbine on my welts and cuts.

I say that for her I will do anything.

She tells me to crawl to our room and get it. As I move away, I
see Mistress has pissed a big puddle in the floor. The result
she has when she cums so hard. I look forward to cleaning that
up.

As I enter our room, (I should say Mistress room. She sleeps in
the bed. I sleep with her shoes and dirty laundry in the
closet.) I see the whips and paddles she keeps hanging on the
wall.

Anyone who sees them and asks, she tells them just what they are
there for. Darling woman. She won't allow me to deny what I am.
Her slut/slave/cuckold.

I get the Absorbine and head back to her. She is getting hot
again as I return and offer her the burning jar of hell.

She smiles up at me and says, "Are you sure baby? You look very
afraid."

I tell her it will be all right. If it helps her have a better
orgasm I want to do all I can for her.

She turns the bottle up and drips some out on the floor just to
be sure it is running smooth. Then she quickly spreads it all
over my thighs, hitting the cuts the most.

As she pulls the bottle away and leans back the burn begins.
Damn, I didn't think anything could hurt worse than the caning
but this is close. I tremble close to fainting, when Mistress
grabs my balls in an iron grip. I almost collapse in pain but I
see and hear her orgasm wash over her. I see her lovely body
tremble, and her long wavy hair falling over her face.

My god. This pain is nothing to endure if it gives her so much
pleasure.

The burn begins to subside and Mistress releases my balls. She
smiles and tells me how proud she is of me. What a good little
slut I am. How much she enjoyed her orgasms.

I am in heaven. This is usually the place where Mistress would
have me get in my whore position, (Kneeling with legs spread,
chest on floor, hands back between my legs) and she would 'glove
up' to give me a prostate milking.

For those who don't know, this method consists of the Mistress
fingering the slaves ass, massaging his prostate gland. She also
may stroke his cock but not anywhere near the head. She just
strokes to help the seminal fluid ooze out. This takes the
dangerous pressure off his balls but does not allow him an
orgasm. There is no sudden pleasure, just pressure relief.

This is very good for male subs since they do not go thru that
annoying phase after cumming in the normal way. That phase
where they suddenly don't want to submit until they are horny
again.

They don't have any real orgasm so they are still in a
submissive mode. They are usually even more submissive after
this indignity. After all you have just basically fucked his ass
like a slut and you have taken the terrible pressure off his
pounding balls. He is grateful for the relief.

Many sub males will eventually come to beg for this treatment
just as if they actually had an orgasm.

Instead, Mistress says she is going to take a bath. As she
passes the puddle she points at it and tells me to, "Clean that
up."

As any of you who have the pleasure of licking your Mistress
piss from the floor knows, you can't get it all up this way. I
lick as much as I can, and then go get cleaners and towels to
finish the job.

Once I have mistress floor looking good again, I head down the
hall to her bathroom. I am nervous now. Mistress is changing her
pattern. Usually that means something that will hurt or cause me
great embarrassment or both.

As I enter her bathroom I see she has candles burning, bubbles
all over her beautiful body, her hair flowing over the edge of
the tub and she is reading a book.

"Hello baby," she says as I enter the room. "Wash my back."

I am at the point now that I can no longer stand straight up.
The pain in my balls has moved up into my stomach and down the
front of my legs.

I don't dare ask her why she is doing this. After all, I know
she knows how much pain I am in. She has experimented with me
many times to see just how far she can go.

I ease down beside the tub and begin to wash her lovely back.
She is so soft. She has me massage her with oils and
moisturizers every couple of days. We even have a massage table
that is custom built so that it can double for the times
Mistress wishes to fuck me with her many strap-ons.

I clean her back and rub the moist bubbles into her skin. I feel
her hand suddenly reaching for my balls.

I don't know if I can take much more.

She gently tickles and squeezes my balls, ignoring my grunts and
groans as she continues reading as if I am just a cat she is
stroking. Finally she sits back and tells me to dry her. I help
her out of the tub and gently towel her dry.

The slightest touch now sends pain coursing through my balls.
Her beauty and her touch are keeping me as hard as the device
will allow. I am so grateful she removed the erection spikes a
few days ago. (They bite into the cock when you get the
slightest erection.)

She marches off down the hall leaving me to clean the tub. I
watch her walk away. Her lovely apple shaped ass is a vision and
her long legs are just unbelievable. She is so petite and soft.
I am almost finished cleaning when I hear her call, "Hurry up
baby."

I am really nervous now. What could she be planning? I decide to
crawl to her. Maybe this will put her in a sweet mood and not do
whatever she is thinking. I don't know what I am thinking now. I
only want to please her, but I am afraid of what she may do. She
has never done anything to me that wasn't worth it when I saw
how it pleased her, but I am in so much pain.

As I enter the room I see she is wearing make-up, her best
stilettos and nothing else. Her legs are slightly parted and I
can see the glistening moisture on her pussy lips. She is
clearly excited about whatever she is planning.

The key to my device hangs around her dainty neck and she is
fingering it gently as she crooks her other finger for me to
come to her.

As I ease up on the bed I see her reach for her long flogger,
which hangs just above the bed. I love this tool but I don't
know how much of anything I can take tonight. Mistress in her
nudity with those heels has my cock straining so much against
the device I think it is going to pop.

She begins to wrap the tails of the flogger around her fingers
looking at me with those sultry eyes. She tells me to come
closer. She pulls the key over her head and tells me to lay
down.

Thank God. The device is going to come off. Please God, let her
be gentle.

She opens the lock and begins to open the device so it will slip
out from behind my balls. She is gentle thank goodness. The
device pops off and the instant relief is so good. The air on my
cock and the fact that I can have a full erection is heaven even
with blue balls.

Mistress holds my cock gently and asks me if I love her.

I very nearly cry I am so in love with her. I tell her as much
and she gently begins to stoke my cock.

"I have something special in mind for you tonight baby."

I say I figured as much but admit that I am nervous.

"You shouldn't be," she says. "Have I ever done anything to you
that you really didn't want done?"

I tell her "no ma'am."

"Now you just relax and don't be afraid." With that she
straddles my head and eases her lovely ass right down on my
face. I shove my tongue out to meet her lovely little pucker
hole and she moans as I make the first lick against this very
sensitive spot.

I feel her hand slide down my chest toward my crotch. I think to
my self, whatever she does it is worth it to be here licking my
Mistress lovely ass.

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Serving Her - part two (see part one)

The first strike catches my ass dead center. "One, thank you
Mistress" (I must always count and thank Mistress for each
stroke or the punishment begins again.) Two, a little higher.
Three, Higher. Four, low across my cheeks just above my legs.
Five, same place.

Six, same place again. I jerk forward and bang my chastity
device against the sofa. God what pain! Seven, high again. Eight
across the middle of my thighs. Nine, still on my legs. Ten,
hard across my lower ass. My god I don't know how to take two
more.

Now I can take it. Mistress is using my pain to have an orgasm.
That makes it well worthwhile. Eleven, Just one more. Twelve,
thirteen, fourteen. My god I don't know how to deal with this.
Mistress grits her teeth and tells me to turn around. As I do I
can see she is working toward a major orgasm.

"Spread your legs!"

I quickly spread my legs. I know what she wants. She wants to
get to my inner thighs. The most sensitive area for caning. She
strikes my right thigh first. "Fifteen" I yell in agony.

"Shut up slut," she growls. She begins to rapidly hit my thighs,
left, right, up, down. I have lost count and the pain is
unbelievable. I can only take it because I can see she is very
near her orgasm.

Suddenly she falls into my arms growling into my chest and
hugging me like I might try to get away. (fat chance) She is
nearly passed out as I ease her into her chair.

I kneel before her and she opens her eyes. She is smiling so
peacefully. She looks down at my legs and sees there is some
blood where she cut me with her cane. She says she didn't mean
to cut me.

I tell her it is all right. It is all worth it for her pleasure.

She lazily begins to play with her clit again. She asks me if I
think I can take the Absorbine on my welts and cuts.

I say that for her I will do anything.

She tells me to crawl to our room and get it. As I move away, I
see Mistress has pissed a big puddle in the floor. The result
she has when she cums so hard. I look forward to cleaning that
up.

As I enter our room, (I should say Mistress room. She sleeps in
the bed. I sleep with her shoes and dirty laundry in the
closet.) I see the whips and paddles she keeps hanging on the
wall.

Anyone who sees them and asks, she tells them just what they are
there for. Darling woman. She won't allow me to deny what I am.
Her slut/slave/cuckold.

I get the Absorbine and head back to her. She is getting hot
again as I return and offer her the burning jar of hell.

She smiles up at me and says, "Are you sure baby? You look very
afraid."

I tell her it will be all right. If it helps her have a better
orgasm I want to do all I can for her.

She turns the bottle up and drips some out on the floor just to
be sure it is running smooth. Then she quickly spreads it all
over my thighs, hitting the cuts the most.

As she pulls the bottle away and leans back the burn begins.
Damn, I didn't think anything could hurt worse than the caning
but this is close. I tremble close to fainting, when Mistress
grabs my balls in an iron grip. I almost collapse in pain but I
see and hear her orgasm wash over her. I see her lovely body
tremble, and her long wavy hair falling over her face.

My god. This pain is nothing to endure if it gives her so much
pleasure.

The burn begins to subside and Mistress releases my balls. She
smiles and tells me how proud she is of me. What a good little
slut I am. How much she enjoyed her orgasms.

I am in heaven. This is usually the place where Mistress would
have me get in my whore position, (Kneeling with legs spread,
chest on floor, hands back between my legs) and she would 'glove
up' to give me a prostate milking.

For those who don't know, this method consists of the Mistress
fingering the slaves ass, massaging his prostate gland. She also
may stroke his cock but not anywhere near the head. She just
strokes to help the seminal fluid ooze out. This takes the
dangerous pressure off his balls but does not allow him an
orgasm. There is no sudden pleasure, just pressure relief.

This is very good for male subs since they do not go thru that
annoying phase after cumming in the normal way. That phase
where they suddenly don't want to submit until they are horny
again.

They don't have any real orgasm so they are still in a
submissive mode. They are usually even more submissive after
this indignity. After all you have just basically fucked his ass
like a slut and you have taken the terrible pressure off his
pounding balls. He is grateful for the relief.

Many sub males will eventually come to beg for this treatment
just as if they actually had an orgasm.

Instead, Mistress says she is going to take a bath. As she
passes the puddle she points at it and tells me to, "Clean that
up."

As any of you who have the pleasure of licking your Mistress
piss from the floor knows, you can't get it all up this way. I
lick as much as I can, and then go get cleaners and towels to
finish the job.

Once I have mistress floor looking good again, I head down the
hall to her bathroom. I am nervous now. Mistress is changing her
pattern. Usually that means something that will hurt or cause me
great embarrassment or both.

As I enter her bathroom I see she has candles burning, bubbles
all over her beautiful body, her hair flowing over the edge of
the tub and she is reading a book.

"Hello baby," she says as I enter the room. "Wash my back."

I am at the point now that I can no longer stand straight up.
The pain in my balls has moved up into my stomach and down the
front of my legs.

I don't dare ask her why she is doing this. After all, I know
she knows how much pain I am in. She has experimented with me
many times to see just how far she can go.

I ease down beside the tub and begin to wash her lovely back.
She is so soft. She has me massage her with oils and
moisturizers every couple of days. We even have a massage table
that is custom built so that it can double for the times
Mistress wishes to fuck me with her many strap-ons.

I clean her back and rub the moist bubbles into her skin. I feel
her hand suddenly reaching for my balls.

I don't know if I can take much more.

She gently tickles and squeezes my balls, ignoring my grunts and
groans as she continues reading as if I am just a cat she is
stroking. Finally she sits back and tells me to dry her. I help
her out of the tub and gently towel her dry.

The slightest touch now sends pain coursing through my balls.
Her beauty and her touch are keeping me as hard as the device
will allow. I am so grateful she removed the erection spikes a
few days ago. (They bite into the cock when you get the
slightest erection.)

She marches off down the hall leaving me to clean the tub. I
watch her walk away. Her lovely apple shaped ass is a vision and
her long legs are just unbelievable. She is so petite and soft.
I am almost finished cleaning when I hear her call, "Hurry up
baby."

I am really nervous now. What could she be planning? I decide to
crawl to her. Maybe this will put her in a sweet mood and not do
whatever she is thinking. I don't know what I am thinking now. I
only want to please her, but I am afraid of what she may do. She
has never done anything to me that wasn't worth it when I saw
how it pleased her, but I am in so much pain.

As I enter the room I see she is wearing make-up, her best
stilettos and nothing else. Her legs are slightly parted and I
can see the glistening moisture on her pussy lips. She is
clearly excited about whatever she is planning.

The key to my device hangs around her dainty neck and she is
fingering it gently as she crooks her other finger for me to
come to her.

As I ease up on the bed I see her reach for her long flogger,
which hangs just above the bed. I love this tool but I don't
know how much of anything I can take tonight. Mistress in her
nudity with those heels has my cock straining so much against
the device I think it is going to pop.

She begins to wrap the tails of the flogger around her fingers
looking at me with those sultry eyes. She tells me to come
closer. She pulls the key over her head and tells me to lay
down.

Thank God. The device is going to come off. Please God, let her
be gentle.

She opens the lock and begins to open the device so it will slip
out from behind my balls. She is gentle thank goodness. The
device pops off and the instant relief is so good. The air on my
cock and the fact that I can have a full erection is heaven even
with blue balls.

Mistress holds my cock gently and asks me if I love her.

I very nearly cry I am so in love with her. I tell her as much
and she gently begins to stoke my cock.

"I have something special in mind for you tonight baby."

I say I figured as much but admit that I am nervous.

"You shouldn't be," she says. "Have I ever done anything to you
that you really didn't want done?"

I tell her "no ma'am."

"Now you just relax and don't be afraid." With that she
straddles my head and eases her lovely ass right down on my
face. I shove my tongue out to meet her lovely little pucker
hole and she moans as I make the first lick against this very
sensitive spot.

I feel her hand slide down my chest toward my crotch. I think to
my self, whatever she does it is worth it to be here licking my
Mistress lovely ass.