Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-seven

Carmen untied me from the chair and led me to her closet. The
collar was attached and lights were turned out. The doors were
closed. I was left alone standing in her closet. I guessed I got
her angry. Carmen was disciplining me to impress her boss. She
also felt that Sally got some of Peggy's attention that should
go to her. I guessed I had a reason to be afraid.

The lights went on, I stood up straight, Carmen opened the
closet and unlocked the handcuffs and removed the gag. She said:
"You can go to the bathroom and then come to bed. You will be
handcuffed again. I was going to give you another whipping but
your behind looks so bad, I'll wait until morning."

I curtsied and said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I unhooked myself and went to the bathroom. My shoulders were
sore from being handcuffed and my butt had ridges like a wash-
board and was very sore to the touch. In the mirror it looked
all red with some purple areas.

I got into bed and put my hands behind me and Carmen handcuffed
me. Then I wormed my way under the covers to Carmen's ass and
started kissing all over, ending up with my face buried. Carmen
turned off the lights. I kissed and nuzzled until she fell
asleep. Then I kissed all around. I was a little afraid she
would wake up, but I had a feeling for this woman that made me
want to kiss forever. I fell asleep too.

My handcuff was open so I got up and prepared Carmen's breakfast
and boiled water for tea and put my bread on a napkin on the
floor. I cleaned the kitchen and scrubbed around the bathroom.

Carmen woke and I tried to keep my eyes down but I could see how
beautiful she was naked. I hoped she would use me.

Carmen said: "You may assist me."

I tried very hard not to touch her except through the toilet
paper. I was afraid of her and attracted to her.

She wanted to shower and wanted me to wash her. I used a wash-
cloth as a proxy for my hand. It went into her ass and pussy and
around her breasts, but I never touched or looked at her. I
wanted to kiss everywhere. I wrapped her in two beach towels.

I brushed and combed her hair. I evened out the back by cutting
a little hair. I put on a little make up and pencilled her
eyebrows, painted her lips. I put a brassiere on her, and pulled
up matching panties.

Carmen said: "Bring me the paddle and the gag."

I got up curtsied, and said: "Yes ma'am;" I couldn't have been
more loving and gentle what had I done? I wondered.

I gave her the paddle and gag. She applied the gag and motioned
me to lie across her lap. Carmen said: "This is the morning
beating. But your ass is in such bad shape that I can't cane you
as I would like."

She gave me about twenty strokes of the paddle. It mostly hurt a
lot but there were some bruised spots that were really
unbearable, but she held me tight. There were tears in my eyes
when she finished.

We went into the dining area, I made tea for her and sat on the
floor by her feet, which I wanted to kiss, and I ate my bread.

Carmen said: "Clean this up."

There was almost nothing to clean. I put Carmen's dishes into
the dishwasher and threw away the trash.

Carmen was sitting in the easy chair sipping tea. She said:
"We're early, come here and face the wall."

I didn't know the time, or how long I would have to stand here
under Carmen's watch.

Finally Carmen said it was time to go. I think she finished her
tea.

It was Thursday, and maybe the end of the bread and water and
maybe a forgiving from Carmen.

The trip to the office was silent as was the walk to my office
and her cubicle.

I received a call from Sally saying that Peggy would like me to
join her for lunch and to bring my baggy with the two slices of
white bread. Of course I said I would be there. Sally said to
come at least 15 minutes early. I said: "Yes ma'am;" because she
wanted me to face her wall for that amount of time.

I couldn't think of any way of avoiding that. I was amazed that
everyone was conversant with my bread and water punishment.

I had to clean monitors and keyboards, and toilets and then I
would get a short time to work.

My staff all like the new keyboards and LCD's I put in. I clean
everything every morning by order of Carmen. Sometimes there is
a user at one of the stations and they are very nice about
letting me squirt Windex on the LCD and clean it. I use the wet
tissue I used on the monitor to wipe the keyboards, since the
staff snacks at the computer, some of the keyboards take some
time to get clean.

Carmen comes along and says: "You have thirty minutes to clean
the monitors and keyboards."

I said: "Miss Carmen it takes longer than that. And I have to
clean the toilets at 9:30. We didn't get here until 8:30, what
should I do for the half hour between."

Carmen said: "You can come to my cubicle and tell me you have
completed the cleaning and then I will decide. Jim you can't
just take as much time as you feel like doing these tasks."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Everyone stopped what they were doing and
watched this exchange.

I took much less time on the keyboards. They only cost $15; I'll
just replace them when they get too dirty.

I went to Carmen's cubicle curtsied and said: "Miss Carmen I
finished cleaning the keyboards and monitors."

She said: "Good you can stand facing the wall until its time to
clean the toilets. I'm trying to erase one of your demerits, I'm
going to credit you with a half hour, but it will be only 25
minutes."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen;" This is not better than me
working, this is bitchy, I thought.

Finally Carmen said: "You may go down to the toilets and clean
them. Wait for me facing the wall."

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

The toilets needed a lot of work. I swept and mopped, cleaned
sinks and mirrors and it was nearly a half hour. All the toilets
had been flushed; I thought I'd better start standing at the
spot in front of the door. Everyone who came through the door
would see me first.

I didn't wait long before someone did come in. It was Carmen,
she walked around and checked the stalls, the sinks and the
mirrors.

She said: "I think several of the toilets are not clean. I can't
accept this as a done job."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, I need more time."

She said: "I think you need more caning. I have told you
repeatedly that you have thirty minutes to clean this place and
you wasted your time. I have to give you a demerit and it gets
doubled. I can't punish you enough to reduce your demerits."

I was still facing the wall.

She said: "I should let you stand here until 1:30 when you can
have another chance to clean up."

I said: "Miss Carmen I have an appointment with Miss Peggy at
11:45"

Carmen said: "How will we settle the demerit account?"

I said: "I'm at your mercy, Miss Carmen."

Her pacing made clicking noises on the tile.

She said: "I have to pee, come and assist me."

I was delighted to serve her. In my perverse way the more she
hectored and complained, the more I was infatuated. I would have
paid for the opportunity to kneel before this goddess and peel
off her jeans and panties and smell her peeing and I wanted to
touch and kiss her. I think she knew that and her prohibition of
touching and looking diminished the experience. I kept my eyes
down but I could see snippets of her loveliness at the edges of
my gaze.

Carmen said: "You may lick me dry like you did Karen."

I tried not to get saliva on Carmen's pussy and lick any urine
left in her hair. But like Karen, I seemed to have agitated
Carmen, because she grabbed my head and pressed me into her. I
was overjoyed. I did the very best I could, and she came, then
she came again. I continued licking but after a while she
pressed my head away. I patted her dry and pulled up her panties
and jeans.

Carmen said: "Stand there against the wall. In five minutes, I'm
going to log you as having stood there a half hour. One demerit
down."

I stood facing the wall.

Carmen said: "I'm going to my cubicle. I want those toilets
scrubbed and then report to me. Count to 300 slowly and you can
start." She left.

I counted to 300 slowly as the goddess ordered. But is it stupid
or what? Who would know? I scrubbed the toilets, I polished the
chrome and I washed the mirror again.

I went to Carmen's cubicle, I curtsied and said: "I completed
cleaning the toilets Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "You may go to your office."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen;" curtsied and left.

Conversions in the data processing world are infrequently talked
about, there are few popular products, but it's what makes
possible the continuous march of new hardware and new operating
systems and new programs. I was so absorbed in the conversion I
would have missed my meeting with Peggy if Sally hadn't called.

I raced upstairs and knelt at Sally's desk. I said: "Miss Sally
I am so sorry, I'm late."

Sally said: "Stand under the clock for five minutes and I'll
forgive you this time."

I said: "Thank you Miss Sally."

I was on a roll, two ladies cutting me slack within hours of
each other. A guy could get used to that. I stood as rigid as I
could for my Sally who I know was watching. At the stroke of
twelve she took my arm and led me to Peggy.

I curtsied and said: "Good afternoon Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "Welcome Jim. My lunch is in that Styrofoam
container, there are several waters there. Bring one to me and
take one yourself."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Let's eat. I'll keep talking."

I opened my baggie, and put the bread on a napkin, opened my
water, and waited.

Peggy said: "My friend Karen is an executive at the auditor
company. She told me that the auditors think your efforts turned
our IT department around. I interviewed the IT staff and to a
person, including Carmen, they said that we had daily disasters
and now everyone is relaxed and smiling. The IT users, everyone
else in the company thinks we must have 'kicked some ass'
because now the IT department wants to help them. So Karen and I
discussed it and you will have to stay here and be the IT
manager. I talked to Sarah and she said she agrees to that. You
may talk Jim."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, I'm fond of my staff, I find them
very capable. I have found the Miss Peggy management style
effective."

Peggy laughed: "Again Sarah predicted what you would say. You
may ask questions."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, are we not in danger of one of
the ladies feeling that this is a sexually hostile environment?"

Peggy said: "You ask good questions Jim. Before you came we had
a meeting where I exposed my views to the staff. I wondered what
would happen if I took someone like yourself who was comfortable
with taking orders from women, into a situation like we had.
Sarah told me about you and I met you at your house. I described
you and your lifestyle and everyone agreed we could give it a
try; I asked them what if we spanked this new boss, they liked
the idea."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, what inspired you?"

Peggy said: "Sarah, Karen and I go back to even before college.
I've developed my views of the roles of men and women and
sexuality. Sarah told me what her mom and you worked out and I
was impressed. I recognized that the ladies here were
individually very competent. Together they turned on each other.
I asked Sarah if you would help out and the rest you know."

Peggy said: "I have a question for you. What do you think of
Carmen."

I said: "Carmen manages the customer service activities. It's a
constant zoo and she runs it like a railroad. I think she is
doing great managing the staff and the technology and she can
defuse problems with the clients. On lifestyle matters she is
not into fem-dom like my mother-in-law or Sarah. She is doing a
great job because she has great mentors, yourself and Sarah. I
am disciplined by her because it's an assignment for her. I'm on
bread and water because she is diligently carrying out her
assignment."

Peggy said: "That was my impression also on every point you
made. She's definitely a leader. I had hoped she would adopt
more of my views."

Peggy said: "Do you have any complaints?"

I said: "Miss Peggy, I love being here, I even like doing the
chores I have been assigned. But there are only so many hours. I
would like to make use of those hours to best serve the
company."

Peggy said: "Are you saying you don't think scrubbing toilets is
the best use of your time?"

I said: "No ma'am; I'm saying that perhaps that is so. Or
perhaps my cleaning toilets has such a positive effect on the
staff that they work harder; then maybe it's the best thing for
me to do. Of course I can't possibly make those judgements."

Peggy said: "I hear you saying that you don't know who assigns
these chores to you and you wonder if they have the perspective
to weigh those trade-offs. My reply to you is that it's been
considered."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "I see that you have finished your lunch. I think we
have finished our meeting."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Peggy;" I curtsied and left.

Carmen was sitting in my office when I returned.

I curtsied and said: "Hello Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "What are you working on?"

I said: "I'm working on converting our HTML code to a higher
language."

Carmen said: "Why are you working on that?"

I said: "Because we are going to do our web pages in the new
language and it would create a continuity if our old stuff was
converted."

"Who did you ask?"

"I didn't ask anyone, I'm the manager here."

"You may be the manager but you don't do anything without asking
me. How long have you been working on this?"

I said: "Just yesterday and a little bit today."

She said: "When will you finish?"

"I don't know."

Carmen said: "That is not acceptable, you have to tell me when
you expect to finish, how else can I hold you accountable?"

I said: "Five more days."

Carmen said: "You're getting demerits for starting a project
with out my permission, and I haven't heard any Ma'am or Miss.
You may start on the toilets. At 2:00 you will stand in front of
the door. I want to find the toilets spotless."

I curtsied and said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen;" and I went
downstairs.

The toilets looked well used. I picked up the paper, swept,
mopped, scrubbed, toilets, seats, sinks, polished mirrors and
chrome; I even started washing the walls. I took my place facing
the wall waiting for Carmen to come. I wasn't told by Peggy that
I had to get Carmen's permission to do anything. I wondered if
Carmen was going to end my penance. She seemed sympathetic
earlier, now she was bitchy.

Someone came through the door, I think it's Carmen because of
the clacking noise on the tile when she walks. Also whoever came
in is inspecting the stalls. I'm trying to stand extra rigid.
Carmen makes me fearful. She is exacting and aggressive, I've
had the most painful beatings at her hands.

Carmen said: "This is much better; you may come in here and
assist me."

I entered the stall Carmen was in and closed the door and
curtsied. I got on my knees; she had already pulled down her
jeans and panties. I tried to keep my eyes down, but I found
myself staring at her pussy. I wondered what her mood was.

Carmen said: "You can start by using your tongue to remove the
drops on my hair."

I was glad to do that. Even though there really weren't any. My
tongue made her more moist than she had been. But Carmen was
getting predictably aroused. I continued my search for moisture.
Finally a hand forced my head to more direct contact. I wanted
to do the best job ever, I wished I could touch her.

I thought of the bread and water, the standing for hours, the
severe canings and paddling and I was between her legs. I was
getting inflamed. I forced my head further in, the smell from
the toilet was acting like an intoxicant. Finally she came but
didn't want to stop. I didn't want to stop. I lost control and
wrapped my hands around her for purchase. That seemed to light
her up too and she started coming again. I wanted to be coupled
like this forever, even though my knees were hurting, my eyes
were filled with my saliva or her.

Then she pushed on my head, I grabbed toilet paper for her and
then for me and I wiped and dabbed us dry.

Carmen said: "You gained two more demerits for touching me:" she
stood up.

I pulled up her panties and jeans. I said: "I'm sorry Miss
Carmen."

She said: "I promise you will be." And she clacked away.

I washed my face in the ladies toilet and went to my office to
work on my html conversion.

I had to clean the toilets again but Carmen wasn't around. So I
did it as fast as I could and Carmen still wasn't around when I
finished. I went to my office and got back to work.

A little later Carmen came to my office. I rose and curtsied.

She said: "I've been promoted to be the IT manager. You have a
new title, CIO. But you report to me. That means you don't
breathe without my knowledge and permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am, Miss Carmen."

She said: "Peggy told me what you said about me, and Peggy said
she was of the same opinion."

I said: "The only arguable thing I said was that you weren't
into fem-dom like Peggy and my wife are. But you do a damn good
job."

She said: "I really made you suffer."

I said: "That is subjective; I wouldn't necessarily call it
suffering."

She said: "You liked it?"

I said: "Hell no; but I would prefer you to beat me and restrain
me than ignore me but that's not all."

She said: "I want to go out and celebrate."

I said: "I'm dying to eat real food."

She laughed: "Okay, you're forgiven, your penance is completed."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, I would be delighted to take you
out."

Carmen said: "I was thinking I would put you into my closet and
call my friends."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "I'm amazed that you accept that, I'm not that big
a bitch."

I said: "I know that. Where shall we go?"

We went to a nice restaurant that had a lounge with a dance
floor attached.

I wanted to know where Carmen stood on the Mistress role.

Carmen said: "I like the concept that you have to do whatever I
tell you, I like to hand you demerits, but I also like to know
what you think, I don't always want to have the responsibility."

We got back to her apartment very late for a weekday night. I
asked Carmen if this was my last night at her apartment. She
wasn't sure but she thought I would go home tomorrow night. I
told Carmen how much I was going to miss her and she told me she
will miss me too.

I still helped Carmen undress, and picked up her clothes, I
assisted her in the toilet and my face ended up in her ass.

In the morning; I made her breakfast and brought her tea. I was
going to stand while she ate but she invited me to sit with her.
What surprised me was after breakfast she said: "Bring me the
paddle and the handcuffs."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was too conditioned to do anything else,
I brought them to her.

She said: "Drop your pants and shorts."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I pulled them down.

I ended up across her knee and I think she gave me thirty hard
strokes, she kept saying it's not red enough yet. She kept
telling me to keep quiet, she was going to gag me and give me
extra strokes, but the paddle was making a loud pow sound at
every stroke.

She said: "This is how I want you to remember me."

I thought she was incredible.

Carmen said she was taking me home tonight and we were all going
out to dinner. After work Carmen and I drove to my home.

No one was there yet, I had a key and Carmen and I went in.
Carmen said she would like a little wine. I didn't know Carmen
was a wine drinker but I found some zinfandel in the garage and
it was nice and cool.

I brought in two glasses and while I was opening the bottle
Carmen said: "I said I wanted a glass of wine, I didn't say you
could have some too. Put the second glass away."

I started to object, but I don't like zinfandel all that much
anyway and after all I've taken from Carmen, one more surprise
is not a big thing. I thought.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I poured her a generous amount of wine on an empty stomach. And
I put my glass away.

Carmen said: "Show me around."

I showed her the kitchen, our bedroom, the guest bedroom, and I
was going to show the outside.

She said: "Where is the stocks I heard about?"

I was not going to show that to her, but I did because she
asked.

She said: "I want you to get into it."

I said: "Can we do this later Miss Carmen?"

She said: "I want to do it now, and take your pants off."

I was going to plead with her but that never works with these
women. I stripped and fastened my feet, and leaned over. Carmen
seemed to know what to do, and I found myself fastened into the
stocks.

Carmen said: "You look so forlorn."

I said: "I was looking forward to seeing my wife and partying
with you and her. I realize I'm here for hours."

Carmen caressed my face. She said; "You poor boy. The plans are
that I'm going to go out with Sarah and Kathleen. When we come
back we will each give you a good spanking. We thought you would
like that."

Then she gave me a kiss on the lips. Turned off the lights and
left me in darkness.

I could hear Sarah and Kathleen arrive, lots of talking. I think
they were drinking up the wine.

The lights went on. Sarah, Kathleen and Carmen came into the
little room. Sarah said: "I have heard all sorts of reports
about your behavior. But I'm still so happy to see you;" and she
gave me a passionate kiss that lasted many seconds.

Kathleen said: "When we come back, Carmen wants to use the cane,
I want to use the strap, and Sarah wants to use the cane. Since
Sarah is your wife, she will use the cane, Carmen will use the
strap, and I will use the Cat. We want you to think about that,
so you can hold the cane in your mouth and the strap in one hand
and the cat in the other. Don't drop them."

I have to be very philosophical at times like this. A masochist
has a misery scale, where being ignored is the worst thing, and
lots of attention from his mistress is the best. Three pretty
ladies surrounding my incarceration in this tiny room is near
the best. I should be happy, but I know they will cause me great
pain and I've become a coward. And of course they will get
Carmen's spin on the week with no input from me.

Finally I told myself there is no escape, I will survive, I have
been beaten before, they love me, relax. I tried to nap. But I
was afraid I would drop the cane or strap or cat. I had to stay
awake and alert and contemplate my impending beating.

Carmen was the first in the door. She said: "We brought you our
leftovers, but they only gave us one box and it all got mixed
together but I'm sure you will eat it all up."

For someone who is not into it Carmen is an awesome mistress.
She took the strap from me and swung it around.

My dear Sarah took the cane out of my mouth and went: "Yuck you
slobbered all over this, I might give you extra."

The lovely Kathleen took the cat and said: "We decided I would
go first;" she gave me a big kiss on the mouth.

Kathleen said: "You will count and thank the person dong the
whipping. You will get extra if you miss the count. We decided
not to tell you how many strokes you're going to get, but in
each case it's an even number. This is not a punishment; it's
just a welcome back."

Kathleen lashed me hard with the cat and I cried out but managed
to say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was one."

Kathleen said: "Carmen told us that you are capable of
suppressing the screams. Any utterance other than the counting
will get you extra. Do you understand?"

I hurriedly said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Kathleen that was
two."

I hoped that: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, that was ten;" would end
it.

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was eleven;" I wondered if
she had been practicing on someone.

The strokes hurt because the little tips bit into the flesh and
it seemed it was the same place over and over, I thought I must
be bleeding.

"Thank you Miss Kathleen that was 18."

"Thank you Miss Kathleen that was 19."

"Thank you Miss Kathleen that was 20."

And it stopped.

Carmen said: "Would you like a rest, or do you want to get it
over with?"

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

Sarah said: "Lets let him rest a while."

Sarah used a Kleenex and wiped my eyes and then my nose. I heard
Carmen say: "Is there any wine left?" Then the lights went out
and I was left alone.

It was probably half an hour when they came back. Carmen said:
"Are we ready?"

A huge pain exploded, and I tried to break free but the stocks
held me immobile.

I remembered: "Thank you Miss Carmen, one."

I wanted to beg, but I knew that they would enforce the warning
against utterances.

"Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" it was so painful, the edges of
the strap were opening the holes made by the cat.

"Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" at this point I started crying.

"Thank you Miss Carmen, four."

"Thank you Miss Carmen, five;" I hoped I it was the last.

"Thank you Miss Carmen, six."

"Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" If there is another I'm going to
beg.

It was over. I was whimpering.

Sarah brought another Kleenex and she was comforting me. She ran
her hands through my hair. She said: "Rest for a while, the cane
is going to hurt a lot more and I want you to be ready for it:"
She kissed me.

Again the lights went out as well as the ladies.

Again about half an hour later, only Sarah came back. She kissed
and caressed me. She said: "You do want me to beat you, my
sweetheart."

I can't believe I said: "Yes Miss Sarah."

She said: "It will hurt more than Kathleen's and Carmen's
whippings."

I said: "I know Miss Sarah."

She said: "You're sure? Would you like a gag?"

I said: "Yes Miss Sarah."

She put the gag on so I couldn't scream or count.

She gave me twenty hard strokes, I kept hoping to pass out, I
tried to break the stocks but I couldn't. I rejoiced when it
stopped.

Sarah took off the gag; and helped me out of the stocks.

I said: "Thank you Miss Sarah;" I felt totally possessed by my
Sarah. My body and soul was hers. I only live for her.

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Re: C: female led relationships and marriage
From: "Darlyn" Ms. Irish
Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 08:50:32 -0700

Tom wrote:

>I have some work to do in introducing my wife to the topics.

Tom:

The best advice I can give you is TO TAKE IT VERY SLOWLY.

Treat her to foot massages if she enjoys that? Also help her
more around the house. Take over the cooking etc. My slave
husband, we live a 24/7 does all the cooking. But being the nice
Mistress that I am, I try to help him around the house as much
as I can.

To explain further, I had a major stroke over 9 years ago, so
now I am not able to drive anymore. It was my choice, but also
out of fear (Yes, mistresses do have fear some times) that I
would not have the fast reflexes to not kill, hurt or injure
anyone else.

With sadistic affection!

Ms. Irish

p.s. ask yourself if you are seriously ready to step back and
allow her to take the lead so to speak.

I also think you should go back into the past of this list,
read, learn and then move forward slowly :)

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Re: C: female led relationships and marriage
Date: 11 Aug 2010 09:52:35 -0000
From: Tom Chambers

Hello Ms Irish

Thanks for the advice - much appreciated. I have started on the
foot rubs. She enjoys receiving them and I enjoy giving them. So
fun for us both!

Your question about being ready to seriously step back and let
her take the lead is a good one - which I have thought a bit
about. As we all know, there is a big difference between fantasy
and reality - and for me the desire to be in charge is very
strong - unless I am in chastity, (strangely :-).

I will go back into the past of this list, as you suggest - and
will subscribe to membership shortly. If you have any
suggestions as to good postings please let me know. I did try
and introduce this subject a few years back and my wife thought
it was all a bit too kinky.

Congratulations on your partnership and lifestyle and thanks for
your help.

TC

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Re: C: foot fetish and fantasy free
Date: 8 Aug 2010 17:52:45 -0000
From: Madjohn

A T (J / L ~a~) wrote:

>Does anyone else have "Rotating" - Fetishes/Fantasies?

Yes I love being trampled and licking boots, then on some
occasions I think if I was ordered by my partner to serve her as
she enjoys her real man, I'd enjoy it far more.

Other times I haven't needed shoes or boots just wanted a
goddess to slap me and degrade me laughing at how low I am.

I think as a shoe fetish fan, that the mind wanders, its just
like trying different roots to find a bigger rush.

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Re: S: Jim's Story - part twenty-six
Date: 12 Aug 2010 17:57:40 -0000
From: vita obscura

awesome - wish i were Jim

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Re: S: Jim's Story - part twenty-six
Date: 26 Aug 2010 17:05:34 -0000
From: greg

i wish i was jim... ? Really?

In my own case i would love to... Perhaps also hate to...

But at the end my submission would surely overrule all fears and
i might even live happy like that...

The eternal question... Careful with what you desire... As you
might get!

Rationally it is absurd to wish to live in slavery, although as
per sexual desire it is my dream...

Personal experiences so far indicate me it is surely a mostly
desirable situation.

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Re: C: Chastity device CB-6000 and FD program
Date: 22 Aug 2010 12:03:10 -0000
From: chastity belt

I love CB6000 for cock cage.

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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-six
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:26:40 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-six - the real question

When the door closed on the apartment Carmen said: "Strip and
lie across the chair." She handcuffed me and tied a rope around
the seat of the chair and me so I couldn't move without
overturning the chair.

Carmen said: "I want you to count, thank me, and don't scream or
shout, or you will get the gag and we'll start over with ten
bonus strokes. Am I clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am." I braced for the first stroke but it didn't
come. Carmen made tea. I heard her blowing on the hot tea. Then
suddenly a THWACK.

Pain coursed up my body. I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, one."

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, two."

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I started whimpering.

Carmen said: "If you make any noise we will start over with the
gag and extra strokes." Meanwhile another Thwack landed.

Trying not to cut her off I held off and when I said: "Thank you
Miss Carmen, four." I got another vicious cut.

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, five."

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, six;" I said that hurriedly
hoping she wouldn't judge me out of counting order and nullify
any one of the horrible cuts.

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, six;" Please I prayed it would
only be six.

Thwack!

Eventually I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten." I prayed
silently it would be only ten.

Carmen said: "You can rest for a little while, to give you
something to look forward to, next up is the strap."

I groaned, but Carmen immediately said: "You don't remember what
I said: You may only utter the thanks and the count, anything
else will get you the gag and ten extra strokes, I won't warn
you again. It's going to be a long evening and a gag will make
it even more trying."

After a long time Carmen announced the continuation of my
'trying evening' with a violent slash of the strap on my butt.
The chair I was fastened to swayed.

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, one."

Immediately I got another one.

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, two."

The strap makes a cracking sound.

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, three."

I got ten and Carmen said I could rest. I was sniffling, and my
nose was running and my eyes were filled with tears. Carmen was
making more tea.

Then I felt the sting of the cat. I counted to ten and she kept
going and I begged her to stop. Then I got the gag. Then I got
fifteen more strokes of the cat.

Carmen untied me from the chair. She helped me up, offered me
the toilet, I shook my head. Then she fastened the collar on me
and snapped it to the loop in her closet. Closet door closed,
lights out, bedroom door closed.

I was in pain and I wanted to cry. But the gag suppressed even
that. I tried to sleep, but there was so much pain, I wanted to
rub it but my hands wouldn't reach because I couldn't stoop
down. It was as if Carmen was holding me up; her hands around my
neck. But it was the collar she fastened around my neck that was
doing it.

A long time later Carmen came in and released the hand cuffs and
said I could go to the bathroom and wipe my nose and eyes. She
said: "Maybe you can worship me with the gag on. Would you like
to suffocate that way?"

I curtsied and went to the bathroom. The pain increased when I
walked.

Carmen said we would stay home tomorrow for more of this.
Suffocation didn't sound that bad in comparison.

I came back into the bedroom, Carmen was under her blanket. I
curtsied. I had no idea what she was going to do. She got out of
bed, I couldn't help looking for a second, so naked, so
beautiful; I tried to get my eyes down before she saw me.

Carmen said: "A whole evening of punishing you to get rid of
four demerits, and in one second you earn two more. Maybe
tomorrow I'll put a blindfold on you to help you keep out of
trouble."

Carmen said: "Let's put the handcuffs back, and we will take off
the gag. You can start worshipping me."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I crawled into bed and put my face into her ass. She soon fell
asleep. So strange. Meanwhile I lay awake worrying about what
she will do tomorrow. I thought, I can take it, I've had worse,
then I think, she is so energetic and vicious, I won't be able
to take it. That kept me up a long time.

I woke and I was still handcuffed. It was 7:30, should I wake
Carmen? I wondered.

I moved and I realized how sore I still was. I should just close
my eyes and wait for instructions I concluded. I must have
fallen back asleep because Carmen woke me at 8:30 and told me to
go lie across the chair.

I curtsied and I said: "Yes Ma'am;" and I did.

She came into the living room where I was waiting and said:
"Same rules as yesterday, if you get the gag it will be on all
day."

I thought this woman was relentless.

Thwack!

It was the cane and I got ten. She then made tea.

I laid there sobbing silently. I'm trying to sustain myself by
hoping I'll be forgiven on Thursday night, but all this effort
on her part makes me feel she is on a mission. I just love her
so much.

Carmen unlocked my handcuffs and said: "We have to get dressed;
you have to look nice, the auditors are coming today and you
have to explain to them how the IT department works and answer
their questions. Yesterday Peggy told me. So we can't stay home
and settle our accounts. If only you hadn't looked at me."

I said: "May I assist you getting ready, have you eaten
anything?"

Carmen said: "You may not talk to me. I'm thinking of giving you
demerits."

I dropped to my knees and hung my head: "I am so sorry Miss
Carmen."

She said: "Make breakfast for me, then you can dress me."

I was so delighted. Making breakfast for her was little more
than taking food out of the refrigerator and cupboard and
putting it on the table. I put two slices of bread on a napkin
and placed it on the floor.

Carmen had started dressing, looking downward I said: "Breakfast
is on the table Miss Carmen."

She had put on panties and a bra. I brushed her hair and shaped
it. She said: "I'm going to wear a skirt and jacket."

I found a charcoal skirt and jacket set, and a gray blouse and
gray pantyhose and the black heels she wore on Friday. I put
almost the same makeup on as when she went on her date; then I
dressed her. I put it all on her without touching her with my
hands. I guess I was forgiven for looking at her face and her
overall appearance. I thought she looked lovely.

Just like the day before, I ate the bread on the floor. She beat
me with the cane. We walked to the car and drove to the office
in silence.

When we walked from the parking lot I saw lots of people looking
at Carmen.

When I got to my office I called Sally and asked for a meeting
with Peggy. I said: "Miss Sally, I have an appointment at 9:30,
so if she can't see me before then we can meet after 10:00."

Sally said: "You have to clean the toilet, is that your
appointment."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" The humiliation never ends.

Sally said: "Come up here and face the wall and I'll get you
in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Sally."

I went upstairs and faced the wall for about fifteen minutes,
then Sally led me in to see Peggy.

I curtsied and said: "Miss Carmen said I will talk with the
auditors today. Am I to address the women as Miss and curtsy?"

Peggy said: "No, not to the auditors Jim, that was a good
question. But there is someone to whom you do have to show the
proper respect. I will introduce you to her later. She will meet
with Carmen who will tell us about your penance. I think you
should be there too."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, that's all I had."

Peggy said: "You may leave now."

I curtsied and left.

I also curtsied to Sally.

The toilets were a mess, but I picked up all the trash, polished
the mirrors and wiped the sinks. I ran up the steps again.
Carmen looked at her watch and said I'd made it by two minutes.
She said she will let me assist her. I couldn't help having the
thought that I would be pulling the pantyhose and panties off
this pretty lady. I desired her so much.

In the toilet I wanted to kiss her thighs and pussy. I didn't
dare.

Back in my office Sally called and said I would meet with the
auditors in the conference room.

It was a typical auditor meeting. What does IT do, how many
people, backups, catastrophe planning, been there done that. In
fact that was why they needed me because the auditors told them
last year that they had a mess.

At lunch time I was summoned back to the conference room. I had
a bad feeling. I entered the room and saw Peggy, Carmen, and the
strange lady who I'd 'assisted' yesterday afternoon. I curtsied
three times.

Peggy said: "Hello Jim, this is Miss Karen, I understand you
have met. You may stand over there. Carmen has bagged your
lunch. Ours will arrive shortly and then we will eat together.
Miss Karen works for the company doing the audit. She is not
involved in the actual audit. But she has learned that the IT
interview was very successful. The auditors feel that our IT
department has 'turned a corner.' They applaud its operations,
its planning, and its vision. Congratulations Jim."

I was looking at the table, I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "Carmen has been telling us about your penance. Miss
Karen was surprised because you were not allowed to look at
ladies and not allowed to touch them. Miss Karen said, you
looked at her and your hands were all over her body. Is this all
true?"

I hung my head further; I said: "Yes ma'am;" What could I do,
say Karen lied; it was a trap.

Peggy said: "Carmen doesn't want to give you more demerits so
Karen has agreed to cane you after lunch. You should have
learned by now that just because you haven't been told to
respect a specific woman properly, doesn't mean you don't have
to."

I kept hanging my head, she was just rubbing it in. I thought I
respected Karen pretty damn well. I am so outmanoeuvred by these
women. That thought consoled me a little. Why should I be
unhappy, this is what I want, after all; I thought. I am in
their hands and they can do with me whatever they want.

The food for the ladies was delivered. It looked like Deli
Sandwiches, Cole slaw, French fries, and chocolate chip cookies.
I could smell the French fries, I was ravenous, they all knew
it. They played with their food, swapped sandwiches around.

Peggy said, "Jim, you may eat your bread, Carmen will give you a
bottle of water."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Three lovely women watch me eat two slices of white bread. I
have to stand. One of them is planning to cane me. They are
relishing a deli lunch. How would I engineer the life of a
slave? I am so lucky.

Peggy said: "Jim, go ahead and pull your pants down and lean
over the table, put your arms straight out."

I obediently did all that. My head was against the table and I
had a view of the food and three boobs in different sizes. I saw
Carmen was looking at me; dreaming up demerits. How does Carmen
feel about Karen getting to beat me instead of her? I wondered.

Peggy said: "The last time Jim was caned on this table, it was
Carmen who was doing the stroking and Sally who sat on top of
him. Do you remember that Jim?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Who do you think should sit on you so you won't
move?"

I said: "I want whomever you decide, Miss Peggy."

Forcing me to talk was another humiliation. My face was sideways
against the table and it hampered my mouth movements, and
besides why do I care who sits on me.

Carmen said: "I'll do it."

Karen said: "No, let me. He actually violated your rule and you
should cane him. It would be my pleasure to hold him down."

Karen climbed on top of me and sat on my shoulders; she adjusted
the drape of her skirt so she wasn't sitting on it, and it
covered my head. It was warm and dark under Karen's skirt. I
thought how nice it would be to turn over. Karen's legs pinned
my arms against my head; so I physically couldn't even if I
dared.

Carmen said: "Not one sound or I start over."

I thought thank you Carmen, she knows how hard it would be to
count.

Thwack! Yeow I thought. Carmen is showing off.

Then nine more excruciating thwacks; Carmen says: "I want you to
think how much easier it would be if you just did what I tell
you."

Peggy runs her hand over my butt; She said: "I can count ten
ridges, you're getting very good Carmen."

Carmen said: "Thank you Peggy."

Karen climbed off me. I was forgotten; Karen started talking
about something else.

Carmen said: "Jim, get up and face the wall behind you, no
moving."

The ladies returned to their conversation. I was just an object.
I listened to Karen tell Peggy a story about an acquaintance.
Lots of small talk.

Finally Carmen said: "Jim, put your clothes back on, it's time
to clean the toilets. I will come down and inspect. Make sure
you are standing against the wall when I get there."

I curtsied three times and left. I worked as fast as I could on
the toilets and finished in 26 minutes. I double checked
everything. Then I stood facing the wall across from the door
and waited for Carmen.

Of course I could have scrubbed under the toilet seats and
polished the chrome and removed calcium stains while I waited,
but instead I have to face the wall and not move. I want to be a
slave, and therefore my mistresses are goddesses. They cannot be
wrong.

I play with those thoughts while I wait. I have read enough Zen
to know that I am creating my own conflicts. It's so simple. The
lovely Carmen said stand and I stood.

Carmen arrived. I knew that because someone took my arm and
pulled me to one of the stalls. I opened the door and Carmen
passed me in.

I knelt and pulled down Carmen's pantyhose and then her black
panties that I had put on her earlier and washed and ironed even
before. She sat and peed. I so wanted to kiss her but instead
patted her dry. I pulled up her panties, then her pantyhose; No
touching, no talking, no looking.

I carried her briefcase and we walked to her car and I put her
in the backseat and I drove.

Inside the apartment; Carmen said: "Clothes off and over the
chair."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I stripped and lay over the chair.

A few minutes later Carmen handcuffed me and tied me to the
chair. She then busied herself with making tea. She brought her
tea in and said: "I want to talk to you about today and you may
talk back to me and even look at me, if you can."

I said: "Yes Miss Carmen."

She said: "What do you think?"

I said: "Miss Peggy, Miss Karen, and maybe my wife and her
mother are into this scene where they have discovered some men
such as me want to be their slaves. They understand us similarly
as a lion tamer understands lions. Then along came a sweet
lovely aggressive girl named Carmen, who is open minded sexually
and will try anything once and even twice, decides to give me a
spanking. Then she is having lunch with two Yale girls. One of
which is president of her company. Is this the subject you want
to discuss?"

Carmen said: "You forgot a Miss Carmen in there, but yes,
exactly that."

I said: "Since you let me talk, I want to say I love you and
that you are so talented. My advice: Find a guy like me. You and
Peggy will have great fun. The guy will be bound to you. If you
pick well he will love you more than you can imagine. If you
don't like it you can change it. You would be in charge."

Carmen said: "What about love?"

I said: "Of course. I'm saying in addition. My wife and I were
straight when we got married. It was much later that all this
came about. This whole business of Fem-Dom is like such things
as, do you like camping out, do you ski and so on as far as the
women are concerned, for the men its more primal, just like
sex.. If you don't love, forget it?"

Carmen said: "How about liking someone a lot?"

I said: "Like a lot spread over time is love. I'm a computer
geek and mathematician. Love is usually seen as high intensity
passion over a sometimes short time. Liking a lot over a long
time to me is what true love really is."

Carmen said: "You keep forgetting to address me respectfully and
you are tied down and I have a cane."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Carmen, but I understand where you
are really coming from and you allowed me to talk. Yesterday
evening I thought you were jealous that I had become intimate
with Sally, but now I understand that you were actually
frustrated that Sally may have interfered with your authority. I
happened to get into the middle of an office political
catfight."

Carmen said: "That may be so, but it's you who will suffer."

I said: "So if Peggy was into golf, you wouldn't think it
radical to recommend getting interested in golf. I think the
analogy is what if you discovered you loved golfing. You decided
to play at this until you discovered you liked it. So answer me
truly Miss Carmen, do you like controlling me or are you trying
to climb the corporate ladder?"

Carmen said: "I think you have become impertinent. You may no
longer talk. I'm going to refresh my tea and then put you back
into your place."

I now understand but the real question to me is, are they doing
it for me or am I doing it for them? If I go down on a lady am I
doing it for her or is she doing it for me? I wonder.

Carmen had her tea and returned. She said: "I'm going to give
you a hard beating, but it's Wednesday night and I don't want
you waking the whole apartment building. So you're getting the
gag. That means you're getting ten extra strokes. If you do
anything like turn the chair over, I'll start the whole thing
over. You're getting twenty strokes."

Carmen whipped me so hard I was sobbing in the gag.

Carmen said: "Did I answer your question?"

I was so grateful the caning had stopped. I didn't remember the
question.

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Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-six - the real question

When the door closed on the apartment Carmen said: "Strip and
lie across the chair." She handcuffed me and tied a rope around
the seat of the chair and me so I couldn't move without
overturning the chair.

Carmen said: "I want you to count, thank me, and don't scream or
shout, or you will get the gag and we'll start over with ten
bonus strokes. Am I clear?"

Pain coursed up my body. I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, one."

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, two."

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I started whimpering.

Carmen said: "If you make any noise we will start over with the
gag and extra strokes." Meanwhile another Thwack landed.

Trying not to cut her off I held off and when I said: "Thank you
Miss Carmen, four." I got another vicious cut.

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, five."

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, six;" I said that hurriedly
hoping she wouldn't judge me out of counting order and nullify
any one of the horrible cuts.

Thwack!

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, six;" Please I prayed it would
only be six.

Thwack!

Eventually I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten." I prayed
silently it would be only ten.

Carmen said: "You can rest for a little while, to give you
something to look forward to, next up is the strap."

I groaned, but Carmen immediately said: "You don't remember what
I said: You may only utter the thanks and the count, anything
else will get you the gag and ten extra strokes, I won't warn
you again. It's going to be a long evening and a gag will make
it even more trying."

After a long time Carmen announced the continuation of my
'trying evening' with a violent slash of the strap on my butt.
The chair I was fastened to swayed.

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, one."

Immediately I got another one.

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, two."

The strap makes a cracking sound.

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, three."

I got ten and Carmen said I could rest. I was sniffling, and my
nose was running and my eyes were filled with tears. Carmen was
making more tea.

Then I felt the sting of the cat. I counted to ten and she kept
going and I begged her to stop. Then I got the gag. Then I got
fifteen more strokes of the cat.

Carmen untied me from the chair. She helped me up, offered me
the toilet, I shook my head. Then she fastened the collar on me
and snapped it to the loop in her closet. Closet door closed,
lights out, bedroom door closed.

I was in pain and I wanted to cry. But the gag suppressed even
that. I tried to sleep, but there was so much pain, I wanted to
rub it but my hands wouldn't reach because I couldn't stoop
down. It was as if Carmen was holding me up; her hands around my
neck. But it was the collar she fastened around my neck that was
doing it.

A long time later Carmen came in and released the hand cuffs and
said I could go to the bathroom and wipe my nose and eyes. She
said: "Maybe you can worship me with the gag on. Would you like
to suffocate that way?"

I curtsied and went to the bathroom. The pain increased when I
walked.

Carmen said we would stay home tomorrow for more of this.
Suffocation didn't sound that bad in comparison.

I came back into the bedroom, Carmen was under her blanket. I
curtsied. I had no idea what she was going to do. She got out of
bed, I couldn't help looking for a second, so naked, so
beautiful; I tried to get my eyes down before she saw me.

Carmen said: "A whole evening of punishing you to get rid of
four demerits, and in one second you earn two more. Maybe
tomorrow I'll put a blindfold on you to help you keep out of
trouble."

Carmen said: "Let's put the handcuffs back, and we will take off
the gag. You can start worshipping me."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I crawled into bed and put my face into her ass. She soon fell
asleep. So strange. Meanwhile I lay awake worrying about what
she will do tomorrow. I thought, I can take it, I've had worse,
then I think, she is so energetic and vicious, I won't be able
to take it. That kept me up a long time.

I woke and I was still handcuffed. It was 7:30, should I wake
Carmen? I wondered.

I moved and I realized how sore I still was. I should just close
my eyes and wait for instructions I concluded. I must have
fallen back asleep because Carmen woke me at 8:30 and told me to
go lie across the chair.

I curtsied and I said: "Yes Ma'am;" and I did.

She came into the living room where I was waiting and said:
"Same rules as yesterday, if you get the gag it will be on all
day."

I thought this woman was relentless.

Thwack!

It was the cane and I got ten. She then made tea.

I laid there sobbing silently. I'm trying to sustain myself by
hoping I'll be forgiven on Thursday night, but all this effort
on her part makes me feel she is on a mission. I just love her
so much.

Carmen unlocked my handcuffs and said: "We have to get dressed;
you have to look nice, the auditors are coming today and you
have to explain to them how the IT department works and answer
their questions. Yesterday Peggy told me. So we can't stay home
and settle our accounts. If only you hadn't looked at me."

I said: "May I assist you getting ready, have you eaten
anything?"

Carmen said: "You may not talk to me. I'm thinking of giving you
demerits."

I dropped to my knees and hung my head: "I am so sorry Miss
Carmen."

She said: "Make breakfast for me, then you can dress me."

I was so delighted. Making breakfast for her was little more
than taking food out of the refrigerator and cupboard and
putting it on the table. I put two slices of bread on a napkin
and placed it on the floor.

Carmen had started dressing, looking downward I said: "Breakfast
is on the table Miss Carmen."

She had put on panties and a bra. I brushed her hair and shaped
it. She said: "I'm going to wear a skirt and jacket."

I found a charcoal skirt and jacket set, and a gray blouse and
gray pantyhose and the black heels she wore on Friday. I put
almost the same makeup on as when she went on her date; then I
dressed her. I put it all on her without touching her with my
hands. I guess I was forgiven for looking at her face and her
overall appearance. I thought she looked lovely.

Just like the day before, I ate the bread on the floor. She beat
me with the cane. We walked to the car and drove to the office
in silence.

When we walked from the parking lot I saw lots of people looking
at Carmen.

When I got to my office I called Sally and asked for a meeting
with Peggy. I said: "Miss Sally, I have an appointment at 9:30,
so if she can't see me before then we can meet after 10:00."

Sally said: "You have to clean the toilet, is that your
appointment."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" The humiliation never ends.

Sally said: "Come up here and face the wall and I'll get you
in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Sally."

I went upstairs and faced the wall for about fifteen minutes,
then Sally led me in to see Peggy.

I curtsied and said: "Miss Carmen said I will talk with the
auditors today. Am I to address the women as Miss and curtsy?"

Peggy said: "No, not to the auditors Jim, that was a good
question. But there is someone to whom you do have to show the
proper respect. I will introduce you to her later. She will meet
with Carmen who will tell us about your penance. I think you
should be there too."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, that's all I had."

Peggy said: "You may leave now."

I curtsied and left.

I also curtsied to Sally.

The toilets were a mess, but I picked up all the trash, polished
the mirrors and wiped the sinks. I ran up the steps again.
Carmen looked at her watch and said I'd made it by two minutes.
She said she will let me assist her. I couldn't help having the
thought that I would be pulling the pantyhose and panties off
this pretty lady. I desired her so much.

In the toilet I wanted to kiss her thighs and pussy. I didn't
dare.

Back in my office Sally called and said I would meet with the
auditors in the conference room.

It was a typical auditor meeting. What does IT do, how many
people, backups, catastrophe planning, been there done that. In
fact that was why they needed me because the auditors told them
last year that they had a mess.

At lunch time I was summoned back to the conference room. I had
a bad feeling. I entered the room and saw Peggy, Carmen, and the
strange lady who I'd 'assisted' yesterday afternoon. I curtsied
three times.

Peggy said: "Hello Jim, this is Miss Karen, I understand you
have met. You may stand over there. Carmen has bagged your
lunch. Ours will arrive shortly and then we will eat together.
Miss Karen works for the company doing the audit. She is not
involved in the actual audit. But she has learned that the IT
interview was very successful. The auditors feel that our IT
department has 'turned a corner.' They applaud its operations,
its planning, and its vision. Congratulations Jim."

I was looking at the table, I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "Carmen has been telling us about your penance. Miss
Karen was surprised because you were not allowed to look at
ladies and not allowed to touch them. Miss Karen said, you
looked at her and your hands were all over her body. Is this all
true?"

I hung my head further; I said: "Yes ma'am;" What could I do,
say Karen lied; it was a trap.

Peggy said: "Carmen doesn't want to give you more demerits so
Karen has agreed to cane you after lunch. You should have
learned by now that just because you haven't been told to
respect a specific woman properly, doesn't mean you don't have
to."

I kept hanging my head, she was just rubbing it in. I thought I
respected Karen pretty damn well. I am so outmanoeuvred by these
women. That thought consoled me a little. Why should I be
unhappy, this is what I want, after all; I thought. I am in
their hands and they can do with me whatever they want.

The food for the ladies was delivered. It looked like Deli
Sandwiches, Cole slaw, French fries, and chocolate chip cookies.
I could smell the French fries, I was ravenous, they all knew
it. They played with their food, swapped sandwiches around.

Peggy said, "Jim, you may eat your bread, Carmen will give you a
bottle of water."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Three lovely women watch me eat two slices of white bread. I
have to stand. One of them is planning to cane me. They are
relishing a deli lunch. How would I engineer the life of a
slave? I am so lucky.

Peggy said: "Jim, go ahead and pull your pants down and lean
over the table, put your arms straight out."

I obediently did all that. My head was against the table and I
had a view of the food and three boobs in different sizes. I saw
Carmen was looking at me; dreaming up demerits. How does Carmen
feel about Karen getting to beat me instead of her? I wondered.

Peggy said: "The last time Jim was caned on this table, it was
Carmen who was doing the stroking and Sally who sat on top of
him. Do you remember that Jim?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Who do you think should sit on you so you won't
move?"

I said: "I want whomever you decide, Miss Peggy."

Forcing me to talk was another humiliation. My face was sideways
against the table and it hampered my mouth movements, and
besides why do I care who sits on me.

Carmen said: "I'll do it."

Karen said: "No, let me. He actually violated your rule and you
should cane him. It would be my pleasure to hold him down."

Karen climbed on top of me and sat on my shoulders; she adjusted
the drape of her skirt so she wasn't sitting on it, and it
covered my head. It was warm and dark under Karen's skirt. I
thought how nice it would be to turn over. Karen's legs pinned
my arms against my head; so I physically couldn't even if I
dared.

Carmen said: "Not one sound or I start over."

I thought thank you Carmen, she knows how hard it would be to
count.

Thwack! Yeow I thought. Carmen is showing off.

Then nine more excruciating thwacks; Carmen says: "I want you to
think how much easier it would be if you just did what I tell
you."

Peggy runs her hand over my butt; She said: "I can count ten
ridges, you're getting very good Carmen."

Carmen said: "Thank you Peggy."

Karen climbed off me. I was forgotten; Karen started talking
about something else.

Carmen said: "Jim, get up and face the wall behind you, no
moving."

The ladies returned to their conversation. I was just an object.
I listened to Karen tell Peggy a story about an acquaintance.
Lots of small talk.

Finally Carmen said: "Jim, put your clothes back on, it's time
to clean the toilets. I will come down and inspect. Make sure
you are standing against the wall when I get there."

I curtsied three times and left. I worked as fast as I could on
the toilets and finished in 26 minutes. I double checked
everything. Then I stood facing the wall across from the door
and waited for Carmen.

Of course I could have scrubbed under the toilet seats and
polished the chrome and removed calcium stains while I waited,
but instead I have to face the wall and not move. I want to be a
slave, and therefore my mistresses are goddesses. They cannot be
wrong.

I play with those thoughts while I wait. I have read enough Zen
to know that I am creating my own conflicts. It's so simple. The
lovely Carmen said stand and I stood.

Carmen arrived. I knew that because someone took my arm and
pulled me to one of the stalls. I opened the door and Carmen
passed me in.

I knelt and pulled down Carmen's pantyhose and then her black
panties that I had put on her earlier and washed and ironed even
before. She sat and peed. I so wanted to kiss her but instead
patted her dry. I pulled up her panties, then her pantyhose; No
touching, no talking, no looking.

I carried her briefcase and we walked to her car and I put her
in the backseat and I drove.

Inside the apartment; Carmen said: "Clothes off and over the
chair."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I stripped and lay over the chair.

A few minutes later Carmen handcuffed me and tied me to the
chair. She then busied herself with making tea. She brought her
tea in and said: "I want to talk to you about today and you may
talk back to me and even look at me, if you can."

I said: "Yes Miss Carmen."

She said: "What do you think?"

I said: "Miss Peggy, Miss Karen, and maybe my wife and her
mother are into this scene where they have discovered some men
such as me want to be their slaves. They understand us similarly
as a lion tamer understands lions. Then along came a sweet
lovely aggressive girl named Carmen, who is open minded sexually
and will try anything once and even twice, decides to give me a
spanking. Then she is having lunch with two Yale girls. One of
which is president of her company. Is this the subject you want
to discuss?"

Carmen said: "You forgot a Miss Carmen in there, but yes,
exactly that."

I said: "Since you let me talk, I want to say I love you and
that you are so talented. My advice: Find a guy like me. You and
Peggy will have great fun. The guy will be bound to you. If you
pick well he will love you more than you can imagine. If you
don't like it you can change it. You would be in charge."

Carmen said: "What about love?"

I said: "Of course. I'm saying in addition. My wife and I were
straight when we got married. It was much later that all this
came about. This whole business of Fem-Dom is like such things
as, do you like camping out, do you ski and so on as far as the
women are concerned, for the men its more primal, just like
sex.. If you don't love, forget it?"

Carmen said: "How about liking someone a lot?"

I said: "Like a lot spread over time is love. I'm a computer
geek and mathematician. Love is usually seen as high intensity
passion over a sometimes short time. Liking a lot over a long
time to me is what true love really is."

Carmen said: "You keep forgetting to address me respectfully and
you are tied down and I have a cane."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Carmen, but I understand where you
are really coming from and you allowed me to talk. Yesterday
evening I thought you were jealous that I had become intimate
with Sally, but now I understand that you were actually
frustrated that Sally may have interfered with your authority. I
happened to get into the middle of an office political
catfight."

Carmen said: "That may be so, but it's you who will suffer."

I said: "So if Peggy was into golf, you wouldn't think it
radical to recommend getting interested in golf. I think the
analogy is what if you discovered you loved golfing. You decided
to play at this until you discovered you liked it. So answer me
truly Miss Carmen, do you like controlling me or are you trying
to climb the corporate ladder?"

Carmen said: "I think you have become impertinent. You may no
longer talk. I'm going to refresh my tea and then put you back
into your place."

I now understand but the real question to me is, are they doing
it for me or am I doing it for them? If I go down on a lady am I
doing it for her or is she doing it for me? I wonder.

Carmen had her tea and returned. She said: "I'm going to give
you a hard beating, but it's Wednesday night and I don't want
you waking the whole apartment building. So you're getting the
gag. That means you're getting ten extra strokes. If you do
anything like turn the chair over, I'll start the whole thing
over. You're getting twenty strokes."

Carmen whipped me so hard I was sobbing in the gag.

Carmen said: "Did I answer your question?"

I was so grateful the caning had stopped. I didn't remember the
question.

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C: female led relationships and marriage
Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 23:50:25 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Chambers

Hello

I have just joined the group and am very pleased to be here. I
have long been interested in FLR would like to take my marriage
in the direction of a DOMestic inspired relationship.

I have some work to do in introducing my wife to the topics.

Thanks for providing a great service.

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C: foot fetish and fantasy free
From: A T
Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2010 19:43:12 +0000

Does anyone else have "Rotating" - Fetishes/Fantasies?

Some weeks it's feet, some weeks it's cuckold, some weeks it's
extreme S.M.

The rest of the time i'm not sure what it is..

J / L ~a~

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C: dildo use on males
Date: 29 Jul 2010 11:03:17 -0000
From: SubMariner

In "teaching hubby to take cock?" Jennie wrote:

>"Get hold of a hard, straight dildo (not a gelatin filled one
>and not a curved one) about three quarters of an inch diameter
>and about ten inches long."

I would like to echo Christine's comment that ten inches is too
long. As far as I know the rectal canal takes a sharp right
angled bend into the transverse colon about six inches in.
Forcing anything longer could cause serious damage.

Jennie wrote:

>"If the husband feels pain he must bend further forward, which
>will straighten his anal canal. Do not stop inserting the
>dildo."

Again, echoing others who have replied, I can relate my own
experience which is that when I started with anal insertions
there was a sharp pain as the inner sphincter was stretched.
Immediate withdrawal of the dildo stopped the pain. After maybe
half a minute relaxing, trying again caused no pain. It's as if
the sphincter has learned what it has to do.

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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-five
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-five - the implacable Carmen

I was trying to orient myself. A few minutes ago I was
experiencing excruciating pain bent over a chair, handcuffed and
immobilized by rope around my waist. I passed out. I recovered
with the lovely Carmen hovering over me and she invited me to
her bed.

I can smell her, but she's not here. I can hear her in the
kitchen making tea. I hadn't passed out because of the horrible
pain she was causing me, rather it was because bent over like
that caused some kind of malfunction. But she feels responsible,
hey, a little sympathy is a welcome change from the icy demeanor
of the last few days.

Or so I think.

Carmen came into the bedroom and said: "Are you recovered now?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "Good, get up and stand in my closet, we aren't
finished yet."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I got out of her nice warm bed and went to
where the loop on the closet bar to which I had been fastened
was, and stood.

Carmen said: "I am really tired of you stupid men. I told you I
was upset and you have arguments that it wasn't your fault. Are
you so dumb that if a person is bleeding you argue with them
that it's not your fault? You would be concerned with giving
first aid. So why is it so hard to understand that if a woman
tells you she has been hurt, and you were involved in causing
that hurt, that it's not the best thing to tell her it's not
your fault. The best thing might be to give first aid to her
hurting - I'm finished with you. I'd like to throw you out."

I thought 'she didn't ask a question. Should I go to her or
continue standing here?'

Carmen said: "Have you ever done something like this to your
wife?"

I said: "I guess I did, a girl who held a leash attached to my
collar and keys to the chain wrapped around my crotch and keys
to my handcuffs told me to go down on her. I did. My wife went
ballistic."

Carmen said: "What did she do?"

I said: "My wife?"

Carmen said: "Yes, what did your wife do about your
philandering?"

I was flabbergasted by Carmen judging my behavior in the
coercive environment I'd just described to her as philandering.
I had done what I did because I was forced to do it.

I said: "My wife together with her mother, made me go on a bread
and water diet, with nearly constant restraints and periodic
beatings. It was an awful time for me."

Carmen said: "What do you think I should do?"

I said: "I'll do anything you decide."

Carmen said: "Okay here's the deal. Starting now for four days:
When we are in this apartment, you are doing chores or standing
where you are; handcuffed; only bread and water for food,
whippings in the morning before we leave, and when we first get
home, you neither touch me unnecessarily nor look at me. There
is no guarantee. I will decide whether to forgive you at the
end, Thursday night, it will depend on how I feel, a concept I
know is alien to you. Now put your collar on and fasten yourself
to the loop."

She then handcuffed me. She went into the living room and turned
on the TV.

Perhaps an hour later, telling time from the TV, she came into
the room, removed my handcuffs and said: "Clean up the kitchen,
vacuum, wash my underwear, and clean the bathroom. Then you can
sleep on the floor of the closet handcuffed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was depressed. It wasn't because of the daunting punishments,
it was the anger Carmen expressed and it was so unjust. Was she
telling me that she has a right to be upset but I don't have a
right to explain my position? I should have just apologized,
perhaps. I thought. I just can't help but wonder what I could
have done different, a few days before she was my lover, now she
will administer a grueling four days of hardship.

I cleaned up the tiny kitchen in minutes, and vacuumed the small
apartment in another few minutes. I found her panties and
brassieres and stockings. The only place to wash them was the
kitchen sink. I noticed there was some blood on her panties. I
scrubbed with her laundry detergent and got it pretty clean. She
had warned me to do something to prevent that. I guess this was
my fault also.

I had to hang the wet clothes on chairs, the shower curtain bar,
and even the edge of the TV.

Carmen had gone to bed. I went to her and said: "Miss Carmen, I
have done the chores, and I would like to say I behaved stupidly
and I'm sorry."

Carmen said: "That's very nice. Maybe I'll let you worship me."

Maybe I don't want to, I thought, then what does it matter what
I want; I really was depressed.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Bring the handcuffs."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed my hands behind my back.

She said: "You will be restrained most of the day so get used to
it. You know what to do, do it."

I crawled under the blanket and sheet and insinuated my face and
tongue into her ass. The light went out, and she quickly fell
asleep. My mood changed to love and affection for Carmen because
I felt she had taken me back. If she takes the trouble to use
me, then I'm hers, I thought.

I woke up and discovered that one handcuff was unlocked and the
key was stuck in it. I unlocked the other hand and got up and
boiled water, dressed quickly, I served up yoghurt, milk and
cereal and cut up fruit; I made the tea, and waited for my
goddess.

She woke up, and I offered her the tea without looking at her. I
felt her take it from me. I tried to gauge her demeanor from the
corners of my eye, and it wasn't really encouraging, I would say
she looked grim.

She let me assist her in the bathroom. I could only look at her
from behind, which wasn't bad but was probably not allowed.

I stood waiting for her to eat breakfast. She said I could have
two slices of bread and I could eat on the floor at her feet.

When she finished, she said: "Clean this up, then I want you
across the chair with your pants off."

I got twelve businesslike whacks of the cane counting and
thanking her. I tried to be stoical and quiet but it hurt and I
made hissing and groaning noises; Carmen kept threatening to add
strokes if I didn't keep quiet.

After the beating Carmen said: "Put two slices of bread in a
baggie. It will be your lunch." I did and we left for work.
Carmen didn't say anything so we drove to work in silence.

She went to her cubicle and I went to my office.

I was very busy; I returned phone calls and e-mails, cleaned the
toilets at 9:30 and got back to Carmen's desk at 10:00

I curtsied, and said: "The toilets have been cleaned Miss
Carmen."

She looked at her watch and said: "You barely made it; a bad
mark is doubled through Thursday."

I curtsied and said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I had found a program that converted html to the new language I
wanted us to use, and I worked on that.

Jenny, one of the support ladies, came in and said: "Carmen says
you will pick up lunch for us at this Chinese restaurant. Carmen
says you should bring the food to the conference room. It has
all been ordered. She said you should bring the lunch you packed
also. I will go with you to help."

Jenny was coming with me to make sure I wouldn't succumb to the
smells at the restaurant and eat something. And bringing my
lunch meant that everyone will see that I was being punished and
it would be discussed.

I said to myself that the harder Carmen punishes me the more she
will accept me back. Which in my mind was ample compensation for
skipping a high fat Chinese meal loaded with salt and MSG. No
matter how good it smelled. I kept saying all that with
variations. We picked up the order, it was in three large carry
bags and the smell in the car changed all my rationalization. It
made me ravenous.

All my staff and Sally, Peggy's assistant, were in the
conference room. Jenny and I paired everyone with their order. I
ended up at the end of the table, with my two slices of bread in
a baggie. Bottles of water and napkins were spread around.

Carmen said: "Jim will stand and he will get whatever anyone
needs."

There was no chair. I could see Carmen had planned the luncheon.

Jenny said: "Why are you having only bread, are you ill?"

Carmen said: "He's being punished."

Somebody said: "What did he do?"

Carmen said: "He cheated on me."

Somebody said: "The bastard, you shouldn't even let him have the
bread."

Carmen said: "I don't want him to pass out. He has to clean my
apartment and do some ironing, he has to clean the toilets and
if you want him to assist in the stall he will eagerly. So I
have to feed him something."

I wanted to leave. All I could do was blush.

Linda said: "What else does he do?"

Carmen said: "He cooks, he does hair and nails, he gives a good
massage, and I use him in other ways."

From the smiles around the table, I guessed they understood
'other ways'.

Linda said: "How long will this diet last?"

Carmen said: "It will possibly end on Thursday."

I just stood there; no one was asking me anything. I had become
an object.

Carmen said: "He is not allowed to eat anything else, let me
know if you see him snacking. Also he is not allowed to look at
you or to make conversation. Let me know if you catch him
looking at you. Remember he has to do whatever you tell him and
he has to address you as miss and he has to curtsy. He is in my
charge while his wife is away."

I stood there while she was saying all this. I was the manager
of the department and Carmen told all my employees that I have
to do what they tell me to do.

Someone said: "I think he is looking at me now."

Carmen said: "Turn around Jim, face the wall."

I said: "Yes Ma'am;" I just wanted to die from the
embarrassment.

Carmen said: "Keep standing there."

I thought everyone had left.

Sally said: "How did you get into so much trouble with Carmen?"

I assumed Sally and I were alone.

I said: "Carmen was upset and I treated her badly Miss Sally."

Sally said: "Carmen seems to be upset with me too; I wondered if
it had anything to do with using you yesterday."

I said: "You heard Carmen offer me to everybody in the room Miss
Sally?"

Sally said: "But she didn't offer punishing you to them. Maybe
Carmen doesn't think I should have locked you up."

I said: "Perhaps that's why Miss Sally." I didn't like having
this conversation.

Sally said: "I'll tell Carmen you were talking to me."

I stood there for a long time before Carmen said: "It's time for
the 1:30 toilet cleaning, you better hurry."

I said: "Miss Carmen, if some of the ladies ask me to assist
them, it will take me more time, especially if they ask me just
before I finish."

Carmen said: "You have to finish in thirty minutes, if you
don't, I will beat you, you know that. If one of the ladies asks
you for assistance and you don't delight her, I will beat you,
and you know that. So what do you want from me?"

I said: "Thank you, Miss Carmen." I curtsied and left to clean
toilets.

I had two ladies requesting assistance because of Carmen's
encouragement. I washed my hands before and after each lady and
so it took more than 5 minutes for each. I tried to cut corners
cleaning.

I felt very ambivalent about patting these ladies' pussies dry.
Yes it was very sexy, but somehow, not being able to look and
converse made the experience impersonal. A pussy is not sexy, a
lady's pussy is.

I ran up the stairs instead of waiting for an elevator, I made
it to Carmen's cubicle one minute late.

Carmen said: "I warned you last week that you had to make it on
time. You're getting two bad marks. I would have thought you
would try harder not to get demerits when you know they are
going to be doubled."

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

She said: "You can apologize again after the caning."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I curtsied and went to my office.

I felt like a beaten cur. I went to my office and worked on the
conversion program. About 3:00 Sally called and said that Peggy
wanted to see me. I said I would come right away.

I went upstairs and Sally just pointed to the spot on the wall
where I had to stand. I felt so beaten that I felt no rancor, I
just went and stood. After a while Sally took my arm and led me
into Peggy's office. Where I had to curtsy and then stand and
wait.

Peggy said: "Hello Jim, I understand Carmen is having problems
with you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "I talked to your wife Sarah, and we talked about
that, but what is of interest to you, is that next week we are
sending you to an advanced hair styling class in Chicago."

I said: "Yes ma'am; why is the company sending me to learn
hairstyling. I'm a computer guy."

Peggy laughed: "Sarah said you would say what you said. You know
Jim, we don't tolerate questioning our decisions. Tell me you
will be very happy to go so I don't have to tell Sarah you
argued with me."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Peggy; I was just trying to
understand."

Peggy said: "You don't have to understand anything, you only
have to obey."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Tell Carmen that you earned a demerit for being
tiring."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "You may leave"

I curtsied and left, then I curtsied to Sally.

It had become 4:15 when I went to Carmen's cubicle.

I said: "Miss Peggy wants you to give me a demerit for being
tiring."

Carmen said: "Now you have four demerits. Face the partition
here and don't move. I can't believe how you get into so much
trouble. I can't possibly cane you enough tonight. I'm going to
call Peggy and we will stay home tomorrow so I can deal with you
and maybe you can keep from getting more demerits."

After about fifteen minutes Carmen said: "Go clean the toilets
and I want you to be standing at the wall opposite the door. If
you're not there you get two more demerits."

I worked as quickly as I could, and I thought I had it made when
a woman I had never seen before said: "I would like you to
assist me in the stall, NOW!"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She was attractive enough, a little longish nose, maybe cute,
coal black eyes and hair straight and long, recently trimmed,
eye makeup giving her a haughty look. Very red lipstick. She
wore a black tuck-in blouse and a black mini-skirt. She wore
stockings and high heeled shoes. She was tall, maybe five feet
eight inches.

She passed me in the stall and I knelt on the hard tile. She let
me reach under her skirt and I pulled down her pantyhose and
then the cute black panties. She sat on the seat and peed. I
reached for the toilet paper and she said no. She took my head
and said I should lick her clean. I did, very sexy and not bad.
I said that now I should use the TP or paper towels to remove my
saliva. She said I wasn't finished yet, and I knew what she
wanted. I also knew Carmen was coming through that door any
second.

When my face was buried in this stranger's pussy, my world
shrunk and I forgot about Carmen. I licked and licked, she
pressed upward into me and I grasped her little ass and
leveraged myself in deeper. Her breathing became fast, and then
she relaxed. Her hand on my head told me she was finished.

Suddenly I envisioned Carmen standing on the other side of that
door. My heart sank, I became terrified. I tried to focus on all
the sex in front of me. I patted her dry with TP and pulled her
panties back over her knees and she raised herself a little and
I pulled them up, she was very sexy. Then I did the same with
her pantyhose. I felt so much guilt for the feelings she aroused
in me. I wasn't allowed to talk so I couldn't ask her name and
she didn't tell me.

I stood and she passed me out of the stall. I didn't see Carmen.
I went and stood at the designated place and waited. I estimate
I waited twenty minutes and she didn't come. I peeked at my
watch, it was 5:45. I continued waiting. What began going
through my mind was that Carmen came at the right time,
discerned the action in the stall and left me; to stand here for
hours and sleep in my office. I peeked and it was 6:30, my fears
continued to eat away. I was about to peek again when Carmen
came in.

Carmen said: "I saw you moving. You're supposed to stand still.
You just earned a pair of demerits."

Carmen was over an hour and a half late, but I got two demerits;
but I was so happy she showed up. Maybe she didn't know about
the assignation at 5:00. She knew because she probably set it
up.

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am;" and I curtsied facing the wall, I
know it was stupid, but I felt a little elated she showed up and
afraid because of her attitude.

Finally she said: "You may assist me, remember you may not look
at me and no unnecessary touching."

I turned from the wall and said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen passed me in the stall and I knelt and unfastened her
jeans and pulled them down and then I pulled her panties down.
She sat and I wondered if I could lick her dry. She peed, and I
patted her dry, then I pulled her panties up and her jeans and
fastened them. There was no talking and no touching.

I stood, and she walked past me. I was left to flush the toilet
and followed her. She picked up her briefcase and handed it to
me to carry. I actually followed her because she was walking
fast, I clicked the car door unlocked, opened the rear door and
let her in.

We rode home in silence.

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Jim's Story by randolphus
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part twenty-five - the implacable Carmen

I was trying to orient myself. A few minutes ago I was
experiencing excruciating pain bent over a chair, handcuffed and
immobilized by rope around my waist. I passed out. I recovered
with the lovely Carmen hovering over me and she invited me to
her bed.

Or so I think.

Carmen came into the bedroom and said: "Are you recovered now?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "Good, get up and stand in my closet, we aren't
finished yet."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I got out of her nice warm bed and went to
where the loop on the closet bar to which I had been fastened
was, and stood.

Carmen said: "I am really tired of you stupid men. I told you I
was upset and you have arguments that it wasn't your fault. Are
you so dumb that if a person is bleeding you argue with them
that it's not your fault? You would be concerned with giving
first aid. So why is it so hard to understand that if a woman
tells you she has been hurt, and you were involved in causing
that hurt, that it's not the best thing to tell her it's not
your fault. The best thing might be to give first aid to her
hurting - I'm finished with you. I'd like to throw you out."

I thought 'she didn't ask a question. Should I go to her or
continue standing here?'

Carmen said: "Have you ever done something like this to your
wife?"

I said: "I guess I did, a girl who held a leash attached to my
collar and keys to the chain wrapped around my crotch and keys
to my handcuffs told me to go down on her. I did. My wife went
ballistic."

Carmen said: "What did she do?"

I said: "My wife?"

Carmen said: "Yes, what did your wife do about your
philandering?"

I was flabbergasted by Carmen judging my behavior in the
coercive environment I'd just described to her as philandering.
I had done what I did because I was forced to do it.

I said: "My wife together with her mother, made me go on a bread
and water diet, with nearly constant restraints and periodic
beatings. It was an awful time for me."

Carmen said: "What do you think I should do?"

I said: "I'll do anything you decide."

Carmen said: "Okay here's the deal. Starting now for four days:
When we are in this apartment, you are doing chores or standing
where you are; handcuffed; only bread and water for food,
whippings in the morning before we leave, and when we first get
home, you neither touch me unnecessarily nor look at me. There
is no guarantee. I will decide whether to forgive you at the
end, Thursday night, it will depend on how I feel, a concept I
know is alien to you. Now put your collar on and fasten yourself
to the loop."

She then handcuffed me. She went into the living room and turned
on the TV.

Perhaps an hour later, telling time from the TV, she came into
the room, removed my handcuffs and said: "Clean up the kitchen,
vacuum, wash my underwear, and clean the bathroom. Then you can
sleep on the floor of the closet handcuffed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was depressed. It wasn't because of the daunting punishments,
it was the anger Carmen expressed and it was so unjust. Was she
telling me that she has a right to be upset but I don't have a
right to explain my position? I should have just apologized,
perhaps. I thought. I just can't help but wonder what I could
have done different, a few days before she was my lover, now she
will administer a grueling four days of hardship.

I cleaned up the tiny kitchen in minutes, and vacuumed the small
apartment in another few minutes. I found her panties and
brassieres and stockings. The only place to wash them was the
kitchen sink. I noticed there was some blood on her panties. I
scrubbed with her laundry detergent and got it pretty clean. She
had warned me to do something to prevent that. I guess this was
my fault also.

I had to hang the wet clothes on chairs, the shower curtain bar,
and even the edge of the TV.

Carmen had gone to bed. I went to her and said: "Miss Carmen, I
have done the chores, and I would like to say I behaved stupidly
and I'm sorry."

Carmen said: "That's very nice. Maybe I'll let you worship me."

Maybe I don't want to, I thought, then what does it matter what
I want; I really was depressed.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Bring the handcuffs."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed my hands behind my back.

She said: "You will be restrained most of the day so get used to
it. You know what to do, do it."

I crawled under the blanket and sheet and insinuated my face and
tongue into her ass. The light went out, and she quickly fell
asleep. My mood changed to love and affection for Carmen because
I felt she had taken me back. If she takes the trouble to use
me, then I'm hers, I thought.

I woke up and discovered that one handcuff was unlocked and the
key was stuck in it. I unlocked the other hand and got up and
boiled water, dressed quickly, I served up yoghurt, milk and
cereal and cut up fruit; I made the tea, and waited for my
goddess.

She woke up, and I offered her the tea without looking at her. I
felt her take it from me. I tried to gauge her demeanor from the
corners of my eye, and it wasn't really encouraging, I would say
she looked grim.

She let me assist her in the bathroom. I could only look at her
from behind, which wasn't bad but was probably not allowed.

I stood waiting for her to eat breakfast. She said I could have
two slices of bread and I could eat on the floor at her feet.

When she finished, she said: "Clean this up, then I want you
across the chair with your pants off."

I got twelve businesslike whacks of the cane counting and
thanking her. I tried to be stoical and quiet but it hurt and I
made hissing and groaning noises; Carmen kept threatening to add
strokes if I didn't keep quiet.

After the beating Carmen said: "Put two slices of bread in a
baggie. It will be your lunch." I did and we left for work.
Carmen didn't say anything so we drove to work in silence.

She went to her cubicle and I went to my office.

I was very busy; I returned phone calls and e-mails, cleaned the
toilets at 9:30 and got back to Carmen's desk at 10:00

I curtsied, and said: "The toilets have been cleaned Miss
Carmen."

She looked at her watch and said: "You barely made it; a bad
mark is doubled through Thursday."

I curtsied and said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I had found a program that converted html to the new language I
wanted us to use, and I worked on that.

Jenny, one of the support ladies, came in and said: "Carmen says
you will pick up lunch for us at this Chinese restaurant. Carmen
says you should bring the food to the conference room. It has
all been ordered. She said you should bring the lunch you packed
also. I will go with you to help."

Jenny was coming with me to make sure I wouldn't succumb to the
smells at the restaurant and eat something. And bringing my
lunch meant that everyone will see that I was being punished and
it would be discussed.

I said to myself that the harder Carmen punishes me the more she
will accept me back. Which in my mind was ample compensation for
skipping a high fat Chinese meal loaded with salt and MSG. No
matter how good it smelled. I kept saying all that with
variations. We picked up the order, it was in three large carry
bags and the smell in the car changed all my rationalization. It
made me ravenous.

All my staff and Sally, Peggy's assistant, were in the
conference room. Jenny and I paired everyone with their order. I
ended up at the end of the table, with my two slices of bread in
a baggie. Bottles of water and napkins were spread around.

Carmen said: "Jim will stand and he will get whatever anyone
needs."

There was no chair. I could see Carmen had planned the luncheon.

Jenny said: "Why are you having only bread, are you ill?"

Carmen said: "He's being punished."

Somebody said: "What did he do?"

Carmen said: "He cheated on me."

Somebody said: "The bastard, you shouldn't even let him have the
bread."

Carmen said: "I don't want him to pass out. He has to clean my
apartment and do some ironing, he has to clean the toilets and
if you want him to assist in the stall he will eagerly. So I
have to feed him something."

I wanted to leave. All I could do was blush.

Linda said: "What else does he do?"

Carmen said: "He cooks, he does hair and nails, he gives a good
massage, and I use him in other ways."

From the smiles around the table, I guessed they understood
'other ways'.

Linda said: "How long will this diet last?"

Carmen said: "It will possibly end on Thursday."

I just stood there; no one was asking me anything. I had become
an object.

Carmen said: "He is not allowed to eat anything else, let me
know if you see him snacking. Also he is not allowed to look at
you or to make conversation. Let me know if you catch him
looking at you. Remember he has to do whatever you tell him and
he has to address you as miss and he has to curtsy. He is in my
charge while his wife is away."

I stood there while she was saying all this. I was the manager
of the department and Carmen told all my employees that I have
to do what they tell me to do.

Someone said: "I think he is looking at me now."

Carmen said: "Turn around Jim, face the wall."

I said: "Yes Ma'am;" I just wanted to die from the
embarrassment.

Carmen said: "Keep standing there."

I thought everyone had left.

Sally said: "How did you get into so much trouble with Carmen?"

I assumed Sally and I were alone.

I said: "Carmen was upset and I treated her badly Miss Sally."

Sally said: "Carmen seems to be upset with me too; I wondered if
it had anything to do with using you yesterday."

I said: "You heard Carmen offer me to everybody in the room Miss
Sally?"

Sally said: "But she didn't offer punishing you to them. Maybe
Carmen doesn't think I should have locked you up."

I said: "Perhaps that's why Miss Sally." I didn't like having
this conversation.

Sally said: "I'll tell Carmen you were talking to me."

I stood there for a long time before Carmen said: "It's time for
the 1:30 toilet cleaning, you better hurry."

I said: "Miss Carmen, if some of the ladies ask me to assist
them, it will take me more time, especially if they ask me just
before I finish."

Carmen said: "You have to finish in thirty minutes, if you
don't, I will beat you, you know that. If one of the ladies asks
you for assistance and you don't delight her, I will beat you,
and you know that. So what do you want from me?"

I said: "Thank you, Miss Carmen." I curtsied and left to clean
toilets.

I had two ladies requesting assistance because of Carmen's
encouragement. I washed my hands before and after each lady and
so it took more than 5 minutes for each. I tried to cut corners
cleaning.

I felt very ambivalent about patting these ladies' pussies dry.
Yes it was very sexy, but somehow, not being able to look and
converse made the experience impersonal. A pussy is not sexy, a
lady's pussy is.

I ran up the stairs instead of waiting for an elevator, I made
it to Carmen's cubicle one minute late.

Carmen said: "I warned you last week that you had to make it on
time. You're getting two bad marks. I would have thought you
would try harder not to get demerits when you know they are
going to be doubled."

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

She said: "You can apologize again after the caning."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I curtsied and went to my office.

I felt like a beaten cur. I went to my office and worked on the
conversion program. About 3:00 Sally called and said that Peggy
wanted to see me. I said I would come right away.

I went upstairs and Sally just pointed to the spot on the wall
where I had to stand. I felt so beaten that I felt no rancor, I
just went and stood. After a while Sally took my arm and led me
into Peggy's office. Where I had to curtsy and then stand and
wait.

Peggy said: "Hello Jim, I understand Carmen is having problems
with you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "I talked to your wife Sarah, and we talked about
that, but what is of interest to you, is that next week we are
sending you to an advanced hair styling class in Chicago."

I said: "Yes ma'am; why is the company sending me to learn
hairstyling. I'm a computer guy."

Peggy laughed: "Sarah said you would say what you said. You know
Jim, we don't tolerate questioning our decisions. Tell me you
will be very happy to go so I don't have to tell Sarah you
argued with me."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Peggy; I was just trying to
understand."

Peggy said: "You don't have to understand anything, you only
have to obey."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Tell Carmen that you earned a demerit for being
tiring."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "You may leave"

I curtsied and left, then I curtsied to Sally.

It had become 4:15 when I went to Carmen's cubicle.

I said: "Miss Peggy wants you to give me a demerit for being
tiring."

Carmen said: "Now you have four demerits. Face the partition
here and don't move. I can't believe how you get into so much
trouble. I can't possibly cane you enough tonight. I'm going to
call Peggy and we will stay home tomorrow so I can deal with you
and maybe you can keep from getting more demerits."

After about fifteen minutes Carmen said: "Go clean the toilets
and I want you to be standing at the wall opposite the door. If
you're not there you get two more demerits."

I worked as quickly as I could, and I thought I had it made when
a woman I had never seen before said: "I would like you to
assist me in the stall, NOW!"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She was attractive enough, a little longish nose, maybe cute,
coal black eyes and hair straight and long, recently trimmed,
eye makeup giving her a haughty look. Very red lipstick. She
wore a black tuck-in blouse and a black mini-skirt. She wore
stockings and high heeled shoes. She was tall, maybe five feet
eight inches.

She passed me in the stall and I knelt on the hard tile. She let
me reach under her skirt and I pulled down her pantyhose and
then the cute black panties. She sat on the seat and peed. I
reached for the toilet paper and she said no. She took my head
and said I should lick her clean. I did, very sexy and not bad.
I said that now I should use the TP or paper towels to remove my
saliva. She said I wasn't finished yet, and I knew what she
wanted. I also knew Carmen was coming through that door any
second.

When my face was buried in this stranger's pussy, my world
shrunk and I forgot about Carmen. I licked and licked, she
pressed upward into me and I grasped her little ass and
leveraged myself in deeper. Her breathing became fast, and then
she relaxed. Her hand on my head told me she was finished.

Suddenly I envisioned Carmen standing on the other side of that
door. My heart sank, I became terrified. I tried to focus on all
the sex in front of me. I patted her dry with TP and pulled her
panties back over her knees and she raised herself a little and
I pulled them up, she was very sexy. Then I did the same with
her pantyhose. I felt so much guilt for the feelings she aroused
in me. I wasn't allowed to talk so I couldn't ask her name and
she didn't tell me.

I stood and she passed me out of the stall. I didn't see Carmen.
I went and stood at the designated place and waited. I estimate
I waited twenty minutes and she didn't come. I peeked at my
watch, it was 5:45. I continued waiting. What began going
through my mind was that Carmen came at the right time,
discerned the action in the stall and left me; to stand here for
hours and sleep in my office. I peeked and it was 6:30, my fears
continued to eat away. I was about to peek again when Carmen
came in.

Carmen said: "I saw you moving. You're supposed to stand still.
You just earned a pair of demerits."

Carmen was over an hour and a half late, but I got two demerits;
but I was so happy she showed up. Maybe she didn't know about
the assignation at 5:00. She knew because she probably set it
up.

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am;" and I curtsied facing the wall, I
know it was stupid, but I felt a little elated she showed up and
afraid because of her attitude.

Finally she said: "You may assist me, remember you may not look
at me and no unnecessary touching."

I turned from the wall and said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen passed me in the stall and I knelt and unfastened her
jeans and pulled them down and then I pulled her panties down.
She sat and I wondered if I could lick her dry. She peed, and I
patted her dry, then I pulled her panties up and her jeans and
fastened them. There was no talking and no touching.

I stood, and she walked past me. I was left to flush the toilet
and followed her. She picked up her briefcase and handed it to
me to carry. I actually followed her because she was walking
fast, I clicked the car door unlocked, opened the rear door and
let her in.

We rode home in silence.

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C: chastity and bondage for husband
Date: 19 Jul 2010 05:43:11 -0000
From: Don

In "keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?" Ashley wrote:

>"do you have any suggestions on making my sub hubby stay nude
>at home?"

Handcuffs and leg irons are the favorite of my wife along with a
chastity tube. They go on around 7pm and stay on till morning.
She puts the keys in a timer lockbox so not even she can unlock
them till the appointed time. This has worked for the last 15
years.

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Re: C: Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM)
Date: 9 Jul 2010 01:29:03 -0000
From: MichaelK

Back in February I told you about my adventure with my friend
Tracey when she had me be naked as I gave her a foot massage.

I've finally written up the story of what happened a few weeks
later when Tracey next visited me.

The second time worked even better than the first because we
both felt more relaxed about what we were doing. Tracey felt
more in control and I got much more aroused than the first time.
And this time Tracey decided to take things a bit further by
playing with me with her feet. This was something that I had
never experienced before.

Her keeping me aroused for about an hour as I massaged her feet
created a very powerful dynamic. As this was relaxation and fun,
and there was no humiliation, what we were doing was like a
Tantric ceremony.

You can read the full story, including some comments from
Tracey, in the article:-

"The second Reveal and some sensual foot play"

Has anyone else experienced Tantric CFNM?

Michael

Devotionalsex

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Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: 7 Jul 2010 15:50:58 -0000
From: Mistress Shayna

Thank you for sharing. I'm always a little blown away by what some of
my fellow "professionals" consider to be safe and sane scening.

Sadly, using laughing gas isn't seen as so very dangerous on an
individual basis, so it's easy for people to think nothing of
it, but anyone administering a session... especially someone
taking money for the service, has an elevated responsibility for
the safety of the submissive, even if they themselves are
willing to take risks they perceive to be minor.

Mistress Shayna

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Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: 16 Jul 2010 11:34:43 -0000
From: Vanessa Chaland

How very sad. For everyone involved. I would question whether
the ladies are even at fault. Surely, based on his photo, this
guy was not in the best of physical condition and it's not like
he is going to get a doctors note approving him for a session. I
feel for his wife on multiple levels and hope the two ladies get
a fair hearing.

fetishfurniturefactory

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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-four
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-four - Carmen the tigress

At eleven-thirty I arrived at Sally's workstation, outside of
Peggy's office. I said: "Hello Miss Sally, I'm here to visit
Miss Peggy."

Sally said: "Miss Peggy isn't ready yet; you're to wait standing
facing the wall under that clock." She was pointing to the wall
across from her desk.

She said: "When I check the time I will see you." Meaning that
she was going to watch me.

Sally said: "There is no moving or talking."

I couldn't understand why all these women had become so mean. I
was hoping I wouldn't have to stand here while Peggy went to
lunch. I have so much work and my time gets wasted.

Finally Sally said: "You may go in now Jim."

I remembered to curtsy to Sally and then to Peggy. I had to keep
standing while talking to Peggy.

She said: "You have done a good job with the toilets. It's been
looking very nice."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

She said: "Carmen told us that she has you down there for less
than a half an hour three times a day and it was a struggle on
her part to make you take less time."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So what have you come to tell me?"

I said: "Linda and Janet are going to the web design class in
San Diego." I explained why that was going to lead to using a
much more powerful web design tool and the benefits accruing
from that.

I said: "That will accomplish the last objective. We have
accomplished the others."

Peggy said: "That's why I encouraged Carmen to find you other
tasks like taking care of the toilets. Your work in IT will end
soon."

I wasn't looking for more tasks, I wanted to go back to live
with Kathleen and Sarah, and get away from this madhouse.

I said "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "That was good news, thank you Jim."

I curtsied and left.

I resolved to talk to Kathleen and Sarah.

When I returned to my office, Carmen was sitting in my chair. I
curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss Carmen."

She said: "I told you, you were driving us to lunch, you've kept
us waiting."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, but I had a meeting with Miss
Peggy."

Carmen said: "You're going to get punished for making us wait."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Let's go now."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

There were eight women including Carmen. Carmen said: "Five in
the back and four in the front. Jim, get the door."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I held the door and helped squeeze everyone
into the back, then the passenger door in front and Carmen,
Sally and Janet jumped in. I went to the driver's side and there
was Sally half way onto my seat. I snuggled up to her and
managed to close my door.

Carmen gave directions. In the parking lot she had a specific
place where she wanted me to park. It wasn't shady and it wasn't
even the closest spot. I jumped out and opened the front door,
and they waited for me to open the back door.

Carmen said: "Lock the car and give me the keys."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" I locked the car and gave her the keys.

Carmen said: "You will stay here with the car. You can lean
against it or touch it but I want you in contact with this car
while we have lunch. You are being punished."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Half the ladies witnessed this but I wasn't
as embarrassed as before, I was more concerned with the sun.

About fifteen minutes later, Jenny, one of the help desk agents
came out with a Styrofoam box and a plastic fork and napkin.
Jenny said: "Everyone gave you a forkful of what they ordered.
It's a lot and it got a little mashed together. Carmen says you
have to eat it all."

I said: "Thank you Miss Jenny and please thank everyone."

Jenny said: "Everyone was watching and you didn't curtsy when I
brought you the food."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Jenny."

She said: "I think you will be because Carmen is displeased with
you."

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

She left and I curtsied.

The food was a little disgusting, some parts were delicious, but
there were unknown substances here and there and mysterious
sauces; stuff that looked like pasta but was meat; but I ate it
all.

About twenty minutes later they all returned. Carmen gave me the
keys and I opened all the doors to let the heat out. Everyone
squeezed in, and I closed the doors, and I managed to squeeze
into the drivers seat and we drove back to the office.

Carmen said: "It's one-fifteen now so you can clean the toilets,
you must be done by one forty-five. Wait there for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

The toilets were reasonable, but the counters and mirrors could
use wiping and polishing. All the women using the place slowed
my progress, but I got done and while waiting for Carmen I
polished the chrome paper towel dispenser, the soap dispensers
and the faucets.

Carmen came in and said: "You're not done."

I said: "I was done Miss Carmen, but while waiting I decided to
polish the chrome."

Carmen said: "Then you weren't finished. When I tell you to
wait, you wait by standing at attention facing the wall or a
corner. This after you were late for our lunch. You have no
sense of time."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "You will be sorry when we get home. Now you can
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And followed her into a stall.

I knelt on the tile floor and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
her panties down. She had ordered me not to look at her so I
kept my eyes on her pussy. Okay with me.

She said: "Do you know when my period starts?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You buy feminine products and take no interest in
what they are for?"

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "Mine starts sometime this week, you should know that,
and you should know what to do."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I should, I will note it and learn more."

She said: "Finish me up."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen keeps amazing me. I patted her and
pulled up her panties and her jeans and buttoned them. I never
looked at her.

She said: "You may go to your office."

I curtsied and got out of there fast.

The phone was ringing. It was Sally. She said that Peggy wanted
me right away. I told her I was on my way.

I curtsied.

She told me to stand facing the wall as yesterday. She said:
"You may not talk or move; I will be watching you."

After a few minutes she said I could go in.

I curtsied and said: "You asked to see me Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "I heard you had a humiliating lunch hour because we
made you late."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Would you like to talk about it?"

I said: "I have a lot on my mind Miss Peggy."

She said: "Why don't you take off all your clothes, Sally will
come in and handcuff you and you can sit on the floor and talk
to me frankly."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy." How about she gets naked on the
floor I thought. But I took off my clothes and Sally walked in
and handcuffed my hands behind me. She led me to a corner behind
Peggy's desk and helped me sit on the floor.

Peggy said: "Go ahead and talk frankly to me like an employee to
his boss."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, first, I appreciate the
opportunity to work on the IT department, the change has been
amazing. I learned that I could do more with little or no
authority than I would have imagined possible in a normal
hierarchy."

"The most amazing thing was the us versus them mentality turned
180 degrees because we had a talk about it, second, I installed
software so that when someone in the company reports a problem
to the group, everyone in the group has access to all the
information. The ladies love using it. The third initiative is
evolving and we discussed it earlier. A fourth initiative to
make all the IT jobs interchangeable is moving along. At this
point I had thought I would be saying 'so long'."

"What has been happening all along is that the ladies, Carmen in
particular has found additional time consuming tasks for me.
While they may be humiliating tasks, I look on them as
opportunities to serve. So I am not complaining in any way. That
of course is different than humiliating punishments like the one
today at lunch that serve nobody. Again I'm not complaining."

"My only point is that I have two mistresses to serve and I was
not looking for additional ones. It is of course not my decision
to seek or reject additional mistresses to serve. What is
Sarah's position about your plans to place me at the service of
additional mistresses, Miss Peggy?"

Peggy said: "I don't think you are allowed to ask what your
mistress is planning. You only have to know that she and I are
in accord. I'm very impressed that you have a positive attitude
about your circumstances. And I want you to know that I am very
pleased with the work you did for our IT department and the
ladies are to a person delighted. I will even tell you that
Carmen wants you to stay head of the department. But this is my
company and she understands that. Have I told you enough?"

I said: "Yes Miss Peggy"

Peggy said: "Sally has been dying to take control of you. So she
will take you out. Thank you for coming in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Sally came in and helped me stand up. We walked out of Peggy's
office.

I curtsied.

Sally said: "Stand under the clock and no moving or talking and
I'll be watching."

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

I wondered what would come next, having me stand against the
wall is no biggie.

I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. Sally grabbed me by my
corseted cock and led me to a room that was decorated in the
style of a library, lots of books, long table, it was probably
one of the executive conference rooms.

Sally sat in a big leather easy chair. She pulled my cock
downwards in front of her spread legs. I knelt and got a lovely
view and an inkling of what was coming next.

Sally said, "Take off my pantyhose and pull my panties down."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Someday I will say 'gladly ma'am', or 'my
pleasure ma'am'.

I know that this is not the moment but Sally is a big girl about
five foot eight or even taller, she's has an athletic build, not
overly skinny, her hair is light brown, not quite blond, her
eyes are nice but her eyeliner is too high, excellent boobs,
pussy is trimmed, not shaved. Definitely desirable; meaning I
definitely appreciate the honor.

She said: "If you don't please me, I'm going to thrash you."

I took the initiative and started kissing her thighs, working
toward her pussy. I like doing that until they become impatient
and take my head and place it where they want. It didn't take
long.

My knees were beginning to hurt, and she had climaxed only once.
I didn't want to move or do anything to change the rhythm
because she seemed imminent. It must have been another five or
ten minutes before she spasmed again, and she seemed exhausted.
But she didn't indicate any way for me to stop.

I continued on, by this time my hands were on her butt,
supporting me and leveraging myself into her. She smelled
different. I didn't exactly like it, but I didn't complain. We
were both getting wet and sticky. But I would happily do this
forever. Then the third and most violent explosion, and she
pushed my head away.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She said: "You're not allowed to look at me."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know."

She said; "I'm going to tell Carmen."

I said: "Yes ma'am; would you like me to wipe up the mess I
made?"

She led me to a private bathroom. I carried her shoes, pantyhose
and panties. I moistened paper towels with warm water, and wiped
it all away. I put her panties and hose and shoes back on her.

She was holding my head for support then grasped it in both
hands; she said: "I hope I don't get you into too much trouble
with Carmen."

I have no idea why I said this: "Why don't you punish me
yourself, Miss Sally?"

She said: "You may regret that suggestion;" She pulled my hands
behind me and handcuffed me. She pushed me into a corner of the
conference room and told me not to move.

Unbelievable that a woman one minute can caress me and the next
treat me like a derelict. I was surprised at the strength she
showed pushing me into the corner; I had to ease myself back a
bit because of the pressure.

I wondered if this was the punishment or if she was working
something up. I started meditating, when she came for me.

She said: "When they built this place, we found this closet
where we have been storing printer paper and party decorations.
I cleaned it out for you. I think ninety minutes in Sally's
cupboard will change your attitude about looking disrespectfully
at ladies."

She then opened this half sized door and helped me squeeze into
this space. My knees were at the same height as my head. This
was impossible, but then she squeezed into my mouth some sort of
gag and closed the door.

I could probably lose the gag but then I couldn't get it back
with my hands cuffed. I began feeling the discomfort starting
with the concrete floor, then the pain of being so scrunched up.
I tried to meditate. The total darkness helped me go to sleep.

I started awake when the door opened. Sally mistook the impact
of the bright light for rousing from a sleep so I didn't get
into more trouble.

She was sat in an office rolling chair, and when she opened the
door, the first sight was her crotch. I tried to look away, but
I couldn't look directly at her, maybe looking at her panties
was okay?

Sally said: "Remember Sally's cupboard is always available for
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Carmen called for you and I told her you were in the
cupboard but would be down in a half hour. So hurry up." She
unlocked my hands, which had lost feeling.

I curtsied; And I saw a wry smile on her face out of the corner
of my eyes; I didn't look at her.

I went to Carmen's cubicle and curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss
Carmen, Miss Sally said you wanted me."

Carmen said: "Why did she restrain you?"

I said: "Because I looked at her."

Carmen said: "Why didn't she just report you to me?"

I said: "I suggested to her to punish me herself."

She said: "You thought you would get off easier at her hands
than mine?"

I said: "No Miss Carmen, not at all."

She said: "Then why?"

I said: "I don't know."

Carmen said: "Maybe a little caning will help you know."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Clean the toilets and we'll go home. It's four-
fifteen; I want you facing the wall away from the door by four
forty-five. Move it."

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

I found the place in pretty good shape. I counted the feminine
supplies; and I cleaned the mirrors. I even had time to polish
the chrome.

At four forty-three I stood facing the wall. This was designed
for maximum humiliation. I didn't know who would come through
that door. And knowing Carmen, she wouldn't come through the
door until after five; And plenty of people came in, used the
facility and went out. I wondered what they were thinking.

Finally I heard Carmen: "I need to use the toilet, and you may
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied; I pretended there was no one
to witness this exchange. I followed her into the stall, and
knelt down. I looked at her shoes to know where she was.

She said: "Unbutton me, this is not your first time."

I said: "Yes ma'am," unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her
panties. She sat. I find this very sexy and humiliating at the
same time. What is Carmen thinking? I keep wondering if they are
doing this for me, or am I really being used by them. Who is
them?

With a start I realize Carmen had stopped peeing. I grabbed
paper and tried to focus. Could one express affection with
tenderness?

She stood and I pulled up her panties and jeans. I stood so she
could pass, and I flushed and followed her out.

I had her keys from lunch time, and I opened the rear door for
her and she got in. I walked around the car and got in the
drivers seat. I was actually afraid of going to Carmen's
apartment with her. She said nothing during the drive.

She closed the door, turned the dead bolt and put on the chain.
I felt like we were locked in. She said: "Strip completely."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed me and said: "Lie across this chair."

I did.

She said, "You have these demerits that I need to punish you
for, but right now I want to know how you ended it up in Sally's
cupboard. Start counting."

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, one;" I said.

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" I yelped; it hurt so much..

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I said trying to be stoic..

Crack!

Finally... "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" I said; I was sniffing
and tears filled my eyes.

Then nothing, a few minutes later she tied a rope around my
waist and the chair seat.

She said: "I wanted to remind you what the cane feels like.
You're going to stay here and get caned until you explain to me
how you got yourself into Sally's cupboard."

She went into the kitchen and boiled water and made herself tea.
She sipped it and pulled out a chair and sat in it facing me.
Actually, I was bent over the chair so she was facing the back
of my head.

She said: "Would you like to talk or shall we resume the
caning?"

I said: "I will try to explain, Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "Go ahead, explain it all."

I started with the earlier visit that caused me to be late for
lunch, then Peggy saying she was sorry, then saying that Sally
wanted to control me, then the sex and my feeling of affinity or
something. At least Carmen wasn't caning me.

She sipped her tea and didn't say anything. She went into the
kitchen and found something to eat. I began having a feeling of
deja-vu of when Kathleen and Sarah confronted the use I was put
to by Lucy. I began getting frightened again. What if Carmen had
feelings about me that were violated when I serviced Sally.
Being tied down and handcuffed is not good when a tigress like
Carmen is considering my fate.

Carmen said: "You've become a real whore. I thought you had
feelings for me, but you betray me at the first opportunity."

I said: "Miss Carmen, please don't think I'm trying to avoid the
punishment you will give me. I have very deep feelings for you;
you mean so much to me. I am not free to either betray or be
loyal, I'm only obedient to my wife who has handed me over to
her mother, then to Miss Peggy, who handed me over to you, and
then Miss Peggy handed me to Miss Sally."

Carmen said: "I dislike you arguing with me. I can see why your
wife sent along a gag. But you are right; you will get a beating
tonight that you will remember for a long time. You will learn
not to trifle with women's feelings."

There was nothing I could say. She was feeling frustrated; logic
just made her angry and here I was conveniently trussed up.

I'm telling myself not to worry; I've had beatings before,
probably even worse than anything Carmen would do. Besides,
there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

She was foraging in the kitchen; of course I was hungry too, and
thirsty, and I could have used a trip to the toilet. I didn't
ask for anything because I was afraid of her.

She gagged me. She said: "I don't want you screaming your head
off on a Monday night."

I heard her boil water, she made herself more tea. She said:
"You have no idea how you hurt me. But I will hurt you back."

She hit me hard and faster than normal, I guess not having to
thank and count allowed her to go faster. By habit, I remember
counting to twenty-three, it really really hurt. I strained at
the handcuffs and tried to tilt the chair but she caught it.

She said: "Don't tip the chair, you're going to make me angrier
and I don't recommend that."

I think after the twenty-third stroke I passed out. Not so much
because of the pain, which was unbelievable, but I wasn't
getting enough air, or the hunger or the thirst, or all of the
above.

I came to on the carpet, no handcuffs; Carmen bent over me her
hands on my face. I looked up at her and remembered to look
away.

She said: "I beat you so much you passed out."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "I was so scared; I thought I had killed you." And she
kissed me.

She said: "Get up and get into my bed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

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Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-four - Carmen the tigress

At eleven-thirty I arrived at Sally's workstation, outside of
Peggy's office. I said: "Hello Miss Sally, I'm here to visit
Miss Peggy."

Sally said: "Miss Peggy isn't ready yet; you're to wait standing
facing the wall under that clock." She was pointing to the wall
across from her desk.

She said: "When I check the time I will see you." Meaning that
she was going to watch me.

I couldn't understand why all these women had become so mean. I
was hoping I wouldn't have to stand here while Peggy went to
lunch. I have so much work and my time gets wasted.

Finally Sally said: "You may go in now Jim."

I remembered to curtsy to Sally and then to Peggy. I had to keep
standing while talking to Peggy.

She said: "You have done a good job with the toilets. It's been
looking very nice."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

She said: "Carmen told us that she has you down there for less
than a half an hour three times a day and it was a struggle on
her part to make you take less time."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So what have you come to tell me?"

I said: "Linda and Janet are going to the web design class in
San Diego." I explained why that was going to lead to using a
much more powerful web design tool and the benefits accruing
from that.

I said: "That will accomplish the last objective. We have
accomplished the others."

Peggy said: "That's why I encouraged Carmen to find you other
tasks like taking care of the toilets. Your work in IT will end
soon."

I wasn't looking for more tasks, I wanted to go back to live
with Kathleen and Sarah, and get away from this madhouse.

I said "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "That was good news, thank you Jim."

I curtsied and left.

I resolved to talk to Kathleen and Sarah.

When I returned to my office, Carmen was sitting in my chair. I
curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss Carmen."

She said: "I told you, you were driving us to lunch, you've kept
us waiting."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, but I had a meeting with Miss
Peggy."

Carmen said: "You're going to get punished for making us wait."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Let's go now."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

There were eight women including Carmen. Carmen said: "Five in
the back and four in the front. Jim, get the door."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I held the door and helped squeeze everyone
into the back, then the passenger door in front and Carmen,
Sally and Janet jumped in. I went to the driver's side and there
was Sally half way onto my seat. I snuggled up to her and
managed to close my door.

Carmen gave directions. In the parking lot she had a specific
place where she wanted me to park. It wasn't shady and it wasn't
even the closest spot. I jumped out and opened the front door,
and they waited for me to open the back door.

Carmen said: "Lock the car and give me the keys."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" I locked the car and gave her the keys.

Carmen said: "You will stay here with the car. You can lean
against it or touch it but I want you in contact with this car
while we have lunch. You are being punished."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Half the ladies witnessed this but I wasn't
as embarrassed as before, I was more concerned with the sun.

About fifteen minutes later, Jenny, one of the help desk agents
came out with a Styrofoam box and a plastic fork and napkin.
Jenny said: "Everyone gave you a forkful of what they ordered.
It's a lot and it got a little mashed together. Carmen says you
have to eat it all."

I said: "Thank you Miss Jenny and please thank everyone."

Jenny said: "Everyone was watching and you didn't curtsy when I
brought you the food."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Jenny."

She said: "I think you will be because Carmen is displeased with
you."

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

She left and I curtsied.

The food was a little disgusting, some parts were delicious, but
there were unknown substances here and there and mysterious
sauces; stuff that looked like pasta but was meat; but I ate it
all.

About twenty minutes later they all returned. Carmen gave me the
keys and I opened all the doors to let the heat out. Everyone
squeezed in, and I closed the doors, and I managed to squeeze
into the drivers seat and we drove back to the office.

Carmen said: "It's one-fifteen now so you can clean the toilets,
you must be done by one forty-five. Wait there for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

The toilets were reasonable, but the counters and mirrors could
use wiping and polishing. All the women using the place slowed
my progress, but I got done and while waiting for Carmen I
polished the chrome paper towel dispenser, the soap dispensers
and the faucets.

Carmen came in and said: "You're not done."

I said: "I was done Miss Carmen, but while waiting I decided to
polish the chrome."

Carmen said: "Then you weren't finished. When I tell you to
wait, you wait by standing at attention facing the wall or a
corner. This after you were late for our lunch. You have no
sense of time."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "You will be sorry when we get home. Now you can
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And followed her into a stall.

I knelt on the tile floor and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
her panties down. She had ordered me not to look at her so I
kept my eyes on her pussy. Okay with me.

She said: "Do you know when my period starts?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You buy feminine products and take no interest in
what they are for?"

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "Mine starts sometime this week, you should know that,
and you should know what to do."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I should, I will note it and learn more."

She said: "Finish me up."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen keeps amazing me. I patted her and
pulled up her panties and her jeans and buttoned them. I never
looked at her.

She said: "You may go to your office."

I curtsied and got out of there fast.

The phone was ringing. It was Sally. She said that Peggy wanted
me right away. I told her I was on my way.

I curtsied.

She told me to stand facing the wall as yesterday. She said:
"You may not talk or move; I will be watching you."

After a few minutes she said I could go in.

I curtsied and said: "You asked to see me Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "I heard you had a humiliating lunch hour because we
made you late."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Would you like to talk about it?"

I said: "I have a lot on my mind Miss Peggy."

She said: "Why don't you take off all your clothes, Sally will
come in and handcuff you and you can sit on the floor and talk
to me frankly."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy." How about she gets naked on the
floor I thought. But I took off my clothes and Sally walked in
and handcuffed my hands behind me. She led me to a corner behind
Peggy's desk and helped me sit on the floor.

Peggy said: "Go ahead and talk frankly to me like an employee to
his boss."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, first, I appreciate the
opportunity to work on the IT department, the change has been
amazing. I learned that I could do more with little or no
authority than I would have imagined possible in a normal
hierarchy."

"The most amazing thing was the us versus them mentality turned
180 degrees because we had a talk about it, second, I installed
software so that when someone in the company reports a problem
to the group, everyone in the group has access to all the
information. The ladies love using it. The third initiative is
evolving and we discussed it earlier. A fourth initiative to
make all the IT jobs interchangeable is moving along. At this
point I had thought I would be saying 'so long'."

"What has been happening all along is that the ladies, Carmen in
particular has found additional time consuming tasks for me.
While they may be humiliating tasks, I look on them as
opportunities to serve. So I am not complaining in any way. That
of course is different than humiliating punishments like the one
today at lunch that serve nobody. Again I'm not complaining."

"My only point is that I have two mistresses to serve and I was
not looking for additional ones. It is of course not my decision
to seek or reject additional mistresses to serve. What is
Sarah's position about your plans to place me at the service of
additional mistresses, Miss Peggy?"

Peggy said: "I don't think you are allowed to ask what your
mistress is planning. You only have to know that she and I are
in accord. I'm very impressed that you have a positive attitude
about your circumstances. And I want you to know that I am very
pleased with the work you did for our IT department and the
ladies are to a person delighted. I will even tell you that
Carmen wants you to stay head of the department. But this is my
company and she understands that. Have I told you enough?"

I said: "Yes Miss Peggy"

Peggy said: "Sally has been dying to take control of you. So she
will take you out. Thank you for coming in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Sally came in and helped me stand up. We walked out of Peggy's
office.

I curtsied.

Sally said: "Stand under the clock and no moving or talking and
I'll be watching."

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

I wondered what would come next, having me stand against the
wall is no biggie.

I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. Sally grabbed me by my
corseted cock and led me to a room that was decorated in the
style of a library, lots of books, long table, it was probably
one of the executive conference rooms.

Sally sat in a big leather easy chair. She pulled my cock
downwards in front of her spread legs. I knelt and got a lovely
view and an inkling of what was coming next.

Sally said, "Take off my pantyhose and pull my panties down."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Someday I will say 'gladly ma'am', or 'my
pleasure ma'am'.

I know that this is not the moment but Sally is a big girl about
five foot eight or even taller, she's has an athletic build, not
overly skinny, her hair is light brown, not quite blond, her
eyes are nice but her eyeliner is too high, excellent boobs,
pussy is trimmed, not shaved. Definitely desirable; meaning I
definitely appreciate the honor.

She said: "If you don't please me, I'm going to thrash you."

I took the initiative and started kissing her thighs, working
toward her pussy. I like doing that until they become impatient
and take my head and place it where they want. It didn't take
long.

My knees were beginning to hurt, and she had climaxed only once.
I didn't want to move or do anything to change the rhythm
because she seemed imminent. It must have been another five or
ten minutes before she spasmed again, and she seemed exhausted.
But she didn't indicate any way for me to stop.

I continued on, by this time my hands were on her butt,
supporting me and leveraging myself into her. She smelled
different. I didn't exactly like it, but I didn't complain. We
were both getting wet and sticky. But I would happily do this
forever. Then the third and most violent explosion, and she
pushed my head away.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She said: "You're not allowed to look at me."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know."

She said; "I'm going to tell Carmen."

I said: "Yes ma'am; would you like me to wipe up the mess I
made?"

She led me to a private bathroom. I carried her shoes, pantyhose
and panties. I moistened paper towels with warm water, and wiped
it all away. I put her panties and hose and shoes back on her.

She was holding my head for support then grasped it in both
hands; she said: "I hope I don't get you into too much trouble
with Carmen."

I have no idea why I said this: "Why don't you punish me
yourself, Miss Sally?"

She said: "You may regret that suggestion;" She pulled my hands
behind me and handcuffed me. She pushed me into a corner of the
conference room and told me not to move.

Unbelievable that a woman one minute can caress me and the next
treat me like a derelict. I was surprised at the strength she
showed pushing me into the corner; I had to ease myself back a
bit because of the pressure.

I wondered if this was the punishment or if she was working
something up. I started meditating, when she came for me.

She said: "When they built this place, we found this closet
where we have been storing printer paper and party decorations.
I cleaned it out for you. I think ninety minutes in Sally's
cupboard will change your attitude about looking disrespectfully
at ladies."

She then opened this half sized door and helped me squeeze into
this space. My knees were at the same height as my head. This
was impossible, but then she squeezed into my mouth some sort of
gag and closed the door.

I could probably lose the gag but then I couldn't get it back
with my hands cuffed. I began feeling the discomfort starting
with the concrete floor, then the pain of being so scrunched up.
I tried to meditate. The total darkness helped me go to sleep.

I started awake when the door opened. Sally mistook the impact
of the bright light for rousing from a sleep so I didn't get
into more trouble.

She was sat in an office rolling chair, and when she opened the
door, the first sight was her crotch. I tried to look away, but
I couldn't look directly at her, maybe looking at her panties
was okay?

Sally said: "Remember Sally's cupboard is always available for
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Carmen called for you and I told her you were in the
cupboard but would be down in a half hour. So hurry up." She
unlocked my hands, which had lost feeling.

I curtsied; And I saw a wry smile on her face out of the corner
of my eyes; I didn't look at her.

I went to Carmen's cubicle and curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss
Carmen, Miss Sally said you wanted me."

Carmen said: "Why did she restrain you?"

I said: "Because I looked at her."

Carmen said: "Why didn't she just report you to me?"

I said: "I suggested to her to punish me herself."

She said: "You thought you would get off easier at her hands
than mine?"

I said: "No Miss Carmen, not at all."

She said: "Then why?"

I said: "I don't know."

Carmen said: "Maybe a little caning will help you know."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Clean the toilets and we'll go home. It's four-
fifteen; I want you facing the wall away from the door by four
forty-five. Move it."

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

I found the place in pretty good shape. I counted the feminine
supplies; and I cleaned the mirrors. I even had time to polish
the chrome.

At four forty-three I stood facing the wall. This was designed
for maximum humiliation. I didn't know who would come through
that door. And knowing Carmen, she wouldn't come through the
door until after five; And plenty of people came in, used the
facility and went out. I wondered what they were thinking.

Finally I heard Carmen: "I need to use the toilet, and you may
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied; I pretended there was no one
to witness this exchange. I followed her into the stall, and
knelt down. I looked at her shoes to know where she was.

She said: "Unbutton me, this is not your first time."

I said: "Yes ma'am," unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her
panties. She sat. I find this very sexy and humiliating at the
same time. What is Carmen thinking? I keep wondering if they are
doing this for me, or am I really being used by them. Who is
them?

With a start I realize Carmen had stopped peeing. I grabbed
paper and tried to focus. Could one express affection with
tenderness?

She stood and I pulled up her panties and jeans. I stood so she
could pass, and I flushed and followed her out.

I had her keys from lunch time, and I opened the rear door for
her and she got in. I walked around the car and got in the
drivers seat. I was actually afraid of going to Carmen's
apartment with her. She said nothing during the drive.

She closed the door, turned the dead bolt and put on the chain.
I felt like we were locked in. She said: "Strip completely."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed me and said: "Lie across this chair."

I did.

She said, "You have these demerits that I need to punish you
for, but right now I want to know how you ended it up in Sally's
cupboard. Start counting."

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, one;" I said.

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" I yelped; it hurt so much..

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I said trying to be stoic..

Crack!

Finally... "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" I said; I was sniffing
and tears filled my eyes.

Then nothing, a few minutes later she tied a rope around my
waist and the chair seat.

She said: "I wanted to remind you what the cane feels like.
You're going to stay here and get caned until you explain to me
how you got yourself into Sally's cupboard."

She went into the kitchen and boiled water and made herself tea.
She sipped it and pulled out a chair and sat in it facing me.
Actually, I was bent over the chair so she was facing the back
of my head.

She said: "Would you like to talk or shall we resume the
caning?"

I said: "I will try to explain, Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "Go ahead, explain it all."

I started with the earlier visit that caused me to be late for
lunch, then Peggy saying she was sorry, then saying that Sally
wanted to control me, then the sex and my feeling of affinity or
something. At least Carmen wasn't caning me.

She sipped her tea and didn't say anything. She went into the
kitchen and found something to eat. I began having a feeling of
deja-vu of when Kathleen and Sarah confronted the use I was put
to by Lucy. I began getting frightened again. What if Carmen had
feelings about me that were violated when I serviced Sally.
Being tied down and handcuffed is not good when a tigress like
Carmen is considering my fate.

Carmen said: "You've become a real whore. I thought you had
feelings for me, but you betray me at the first opportunity."

I said: "Miss Carmen, please don't think I'm trying to avoid the
punishment you will give me. I have very deep feelings for you;
you mean so much to me. I am not free to either betray or be
loyal, I'm only obedient to my wife who has handed me over to
her mother, then to Miss Peggy, who handed me over to you, and
then Miss Peggy handed me to Miss Sally."

Carmen said: "I dislike you arguing with me. I can see why your
wife sent along a gag. But you are right; you will get a beating
tonight that you will remember for a long time. You will learn
not to trifle with women's feelings."

There was nothing I could say. She was feeling frustrated; logic
just made her angry and here I was conveniently trussed up.

I'm telling myself not to worry; I've had beatings before,
probably even worse than anything Carmen would do. Besides,
there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

She was foraging in the kitchen; of course I was hungry too, and
thirsty, and I could have used a trip to the toilet. I didn't
ask for anything because I was afraid of her.

She gagged me. She said: "I don't want you screaming your head
off on a Monday night."

I heard her boil water, she made herself more tea. She said:
"You have no idea how you hurt me. But I will hurt you back."

She hit me hard and faster than normal, I guess not having to
thank and count allowed her to go faster. By habit, I remember
counting to twenty-three, it really really hurt. I strained at
the handcuffs and tried to tilt the chair but she caught it.

She said: "Don't tip the chair, you're going to make me angrier
and I don't recommend that."

I think after the twenty-third stroke I passed out. Not so much
because of the pain, which was unbelievable, but I wasn't
getting enough air, or the hunger or the thirst, or all of the
above.

I came to on the carpet, no handcuffs; Carmen bent over me her
hands on my face. I looked up at her and remembered to look
away.

She said: "I beat you so much you passed out."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "I was so scared; I thought I had killed you." And she
kissed me.

She said: "Get up and get into my bed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

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Re: C: female to male penetration
Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2010 12:01:17 -0400
From: Danielle

fosterpinkef wrote:

>would like to discuss female on top sex, female to male
>penetration, and other female dominant sex on your site.

One of my favorite ways to exercise my power over my male sub in
regards to female to male penetration is orally.

I had him search until he found a near exact replica dildo of
the favorite cock I ever had. It was an eight and a half inch
beautiful thick black cock as compared to my slaves hairless,
four inch erect little penis.

The dildo he bought for me has a suction cup at the base which
comes in very handy. For instance, I am writing this on Sunday
and my slave is naked preparing a lovely supper while I am
sitting on the couch with my lap top in hand and my feet up.
Attached to the fridge is the ominous dildo.

Every 30 minutes the kitchen timer goes off and my slave is
required to suck the dildo for 10 minutes before resuming his
kitchen duties. I of course mock him throughout the process
reminding him of the fact that if he had a cock like my former
lover instead of his pre-pubescent penis, I would be having sex
with him and he wouldn't have to suffer so....

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C: Hooded submissives and female hypnotists
From: "Darryl Ducharme"
Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2010 18:52:40 -0600

Hi Ms Christine and David,

i just loved that hooded documentary too. i was just reading
about this and poof it hit the list in totally different way.
love it.

Nothing new to say, always redundant, but here is a clip
on hypno stuff i thought was cool.

all my love
nuked_potatoes

(video displays here)

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C: Latest on Zappers
From: exedrummer
Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2010 20:16:04 -0400 (EDT)

In "Domesticity - Real Fem Dom in daily life" - David wrote:

>What man would refuse to wear his zapper, with such a promise
>as an incentive?

I haven't checked lately for updates on Zappers. Where is a site
that provides reasonably priced Zappers for short range
enjoyment? Nothing fancy, just does the job of shocking at
various levels. Thanks.

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Re: C: Latest on Zappers
From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 02:55:53 +0100

Hello,

exedrummer wrote:

>Where is a site that provides reasonably priced Zappers for
>short range enjoyment?

You didn't say where you are located, but you can buy "Dog Shock
Collars" in most pet stores. You'll want to buy one for tiny
dogs as we did. Our own "zapper" was an Innotek FS700A
Micro-line. But there are much cheaper ones available nowadays.

This selection from Amazon for example starts at around US$24.

Electrical Play information is available to members at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/a_elec.htm

and on that page you will find a lot of discussion of the
collars.

A list of "Remote Control Dog Collars" web sites posted
frequently in the past is at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/dom0821.htm

Non members can start in the Electrical Play section in the
right hand menu of the DOMestic blog.

The "Dog Shock Collars" link will take you to

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

which is about the devices which are most easily obtained in pet
stores.

Let us know what model you buy and give us some feedback so we
can recommend to others.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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Re: C: Latest on Zappers
From: exedrummer
Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 17:05:08 -0400 (EDT)

Thanks. I read the reviews and many didn't like most of the
products you suggested. I appreciate you helping anyway and it
has lead me to other examples that I will check into. Those
reviews are very important for everyone's use. I am glad someone
took the time to warn others.

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Re: C: Latest on Zappers
Date: Fri, 02 Jul 2010 02:29:06 +0100
From: "David" at u4ds.com

Hello,

exedrummer wrote:

>I read the reviews and many didn't like most of the products
>you suggested

I wasn't actually recommending any except perhaps the one we've
tried, I was just trying to show you that cheaper basic models
are easily available as it seemed to me that was what you were
looking for.

I can't recommend anything I haven't tried myself, and we've had
good service from our own Innotek FS-700A model. But we did find
it very expensive, as I said, and that probably didn't fit your
original request for "Nothing fancy".

As you have read the reviews on the site you've perhaps seen the
review by PJ "A more versatile, less expensive shock collar" in
which he recommended the Ultra-e from D.T. Systems as being
perhaps better and cheaper than the Innotek FS-700A.

Here is a linked picture of this item.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2010 10:38:55 +0100
From: rfrub

Dear Mistress Christine and David,

Over on IAR (International Association of Rubberists) is an
alert which takes the reader to:

Robin Mortimer died during S&M session

It makes sad reading but it is something we should all confront.
Over on IAR (slight changes for this audience) I wrote:

Similar events have happened before. I followed the link to the
English text and read the lady describing herself as a sadist of
the worst sort. I hope that by far the majority of folk here
would not want that said of themselves. The moment you describe
yourself in such terms it is to say "not a safe person".

Rubber loving (and for this readership Femdom) should be about
sharing an extra-ordinary pleasure and if for some pain becomes
part of the experience, then those who take that on themselves
to do should be fully educated in the responsibilities that
topping brings. It seems these ladies did not think like that.

I am reading a good book from Greenery Press about exactly this
called The Kiss of the Whip and another one in the genre is
called On the Safe Edge.

(moderator added links to IAR and books)

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Re: U: International FemDom Day July 24
Date: 22 Jun 2010 04:32:12 -0000
From: subiam

Christine wrote:

>I'm inviting all readers to post details of their public or
>private experiences to celebrate International FemDom Day here

On IFD, I hope to be doing all of the following (apologies in
advance for links to FetLife but it is a good, free site):

Wearing a rubber band on my left wrist as a subtle sign (FetLife
linked).

Wearing an Ownership symbol t-shirt to be a little less subtle
(zazzle linked).

Hoping to make at least one new friend in the FemDom world.

Making a donation to a women's cause to promote the welfare of
women (FetLife linked).

Doing my best to put my needs completely aside to serve my wife
with 100% attentiveness.

Hoping to attend a local IFD event, if I get lucky (FetLife
linked).

Anybody got any better ideas?

subiam{to Queen-T}

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Re: U: International FemDom Day July 24
Date: 22 Jun 2010 09:00:54 -0000
From: Susan

Christine wrote:

>he is fortunate I'm such a kind Mistress and I only used the
>"plus" sign in my sums. 24+7 only comes to 31.

Christine,

How I admire your thought in giving David such a treat as being
allowed a glimpse of your stocking top. Have you thought that
either in celebration of FemDom day or as a special treat for
your 31st Anniversary you could continue to use the plus sign
and say 3+1 = 4 so he could have the same treat of the red
handled cane and a glimpse on four successive days. I am sure he
will realise that you have put a lot of effort into giving him
this treat and will be properly appreciative.

How he will look forward then to each successive anniversary. He
will never become one of those poor men who forget the day they
were accepted.

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U: Teramis "That Kinky Stuff" BDSM ESSAYS
Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 09:06:30 +0100
From: rfrub

Dear Mistress Christine and David

Many DOMestic readers have likely heard of Miss Abernathy and a
number have probably read her books like "Erotic Slavehood".
Just by using the search terms BDSM submissive essay i quickly
found this site:-

http://www.teramis.com/kink/

Not a large site and not a visual one but seven essays written
by a female and of such universal value and good sense that i
would bring them to the attention of any person interested in
carefully thinking through the deeper meaning of Dominance and
Submission. And having read them i would rate them with the
recognised wisdom of Miss Abernathy. Not a surprise because on
investigation Teramis has many strings to Her bow.

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U: Your Freedom (and censorship)
From: Mr. Grundy
Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 17:00:53 +0100

Dear Christine and David,

You will no doubt recall that I have been banging on these past
years about censorship in the UK and that, for example, since
26th January 2009 it has been illegal for anyone in England and
Wales (and now Scotland, I believe) to possess an "extreme"
image, even if the activity itself is legal.

Well, I was intrigued to learn that the new UK coalition
government has kicked off an initiative, I quote "to create a
more open and less intrusive society. We want to restore
Britain's traditions of freedom and fairness, and free our
society of unnecessary laws and regulations - both for
individuals and businesses". The UK government website for this
undertaking, called "Your Freedom", is:

http://yourfreedom.hmg.gov.uk/

I had a quick look at this site the other day and,
unsurprisingly, it has attracted its fair share of nutters, but
a couple of people have contributed on the anti censorship
theme.

May I, through your site, ask your UK supporters to log on to
the "Your Freedom" website and make some contribution to the
censorship debate? It might raise the profile of the matter in
the political eye.

For further details of the state of affairs in the UK I can
commend the Backlash website:

www.backlash-uk.org.uk/wp/?page_id=4

But it makes depressing reading, so be warned.

Regards

Mr. Grundy.

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U: TES Fest 2010 - July 2nd to 5th
Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 16:59:07 -0000
From: "thrash999"

TES Fest 2010 - Find Your Freedom - July 2-5, 2010

TES Fest 2010 will be held at a 3 star hotel in Piscataway, NJ.
We will have the entire hotel for the weekend. There will be
no shuttle buses to ride, everything all in the same place.

We have tons of classes, great vendors, and fabulous play-space
setup by The Crucible. Come out and relax and play. No stress.
Cool people. Who needs the beach when we have a pool all to
ourselves? What more do you want for a holiday weekend.

About TES Fest

TES Fest is the annual gathering for the BDSM and sex-positive
communities to celebrate the steps TES's founding fathers took
in 1971: the opportunity to find our freedom.

Taking place over the Fourth of July weekend, TES Fest is the
premiere event in the NYC Metro region for everyone (from
amateurs to seasoned veterans) to socialize, learn new skills
and simply have a great time. With classes and special events
covering the gamut of topics and special interests, TES Fest
allows people to explore, educate and entertain themselves in a
healthy, safe and sane environment.

Check website for updates
www.tesfest.org

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U: Educational Seminars in NYC/NJ, DC, and Philly
Date: 30 Jun 2010 05:33:21 -0000
From: Sea

Announcement about Educational Seminars in NYC/NJ, DC, and
Philly - July 3rd to July 11th 2010

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I look forward to my upcoming trip to the East Coast to give
seminars! Given below are:

• Schedule Outline
• Class Descriptions
• Bio
• Date, Time, Entry, Registration

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Schedule Outline

July 2-5, Presenting at TES Fest in NYC/NJ area

July 3: Components of a Submissive's Psychology
July 4: Languages of D/s

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July 6, Presenting at Black Rose meeting in DC

Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation

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July 10, Presenting at Sexploratorium in Philly

How to Provide Excellent Service

Psychology of Submissives (Combines
(1) Components of a Submissive's Psychology and
(2) Psychology of Service Submissives)

Humiliation Play Lab (Combines
(1) Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation and
(2) Humiliation: Now It's Time to Play)

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July 11, Presenting at Shag in NYC

Psychology of Submissives (Combines
(1) Components of a Submissive's Psychology and
(2) Psychology of Service Submissives)

Humiliation Play Lab (Combines
(1) Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation and
(2) Humiliation: Now It's Time to Play)

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Class Descriptions

Components of a Submissive's Psychology

Host Event: TES Fest, July 3

In this seminar we discuss the different components that
collectively influence the needs, wants, and behaviors of
submissives, and how unmet needs affect this influence. We then
discuss practical applications of this model: its impact on
relationship compatibility and longevity and its application to
various scenarios.

Helpful to:

Dominants who wish to better understand submissives, make their
relationships more resilient, and better understand basis for
compatibility.

Submissives who wish to better understand self, learn how to
process feelings, learn how to communicate what is important in
a relationship, and understand what would be important to a
compatible dominant.

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Languages of D/s

Host Event: TES Fest, July 4

We begin this seminar by examining what creates a power
imbalance in social relationships, and how the organic power
imbalance has potential to undermine the D/s dynamic in a
relationship. We then discuss the different ways people express
and receive dominance and submission, and how to uncover which
languages of D/s each person speaks. This class will be
particularly helpful to those who wish to better grasp the
mental aspects of D/s, and those who have been approached by a
submissive partner about dominance and are unsure how to
respond.

Helpful to:

Dominants who wish to understand how the organic power can
undermine the D/s dynamic.

Dominants and submissives who wish to know the different ways
D/s can be expressed so they can identify their key modes.

Dominants and submissives who wish to understand the importance
of these languages in a D/s relationship.

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Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation

Host Event: Black Rose Meeting in DC on July 6

Does hearing the word humiliation make you uncomfortable? Are
you puzzled why someone would find humiliation erotic? Do you
enjoy humiliation and want to learn how to take it further?

We begin by discussing the difference between embarrassment,
humiliation, and degradation. Then we discuss two broad forms of
humiliation play: D/s humiliation and SM humiliation. Next we
talk about common themes and risks associated with each type of
humiliation play, and how identifying these themes can allow one
to use creativity for other areas to explore. Lastly, we discuss
ideas for responsible public humiliation.

Helpful to:

Those who wish to understand why someone would enjoy
humiliation.

Those who wish to do humiliation play but must overcome personal
conflict.

Those who wish to know what are the different types of
humiliation play, what are their themes and risks, how
identifying themes can help devise other types of play, and how
to do responsible public play.

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How to Provide Excellent Service

Host Event: Sexploratorium in Philadelphia on July 10

I discuss my approach to service, which includes multiple
elements that fall under the following types of service:
anticipatory, elegant, sacred, and creative service. I use an
example service scenario and interactively discuss what can be
done to achieve these elements of excellent service within that
scenario. Depending on time and space, I either do a demo or
lead the class through creating excellent service for additional
example service scenarios.

Helpful to:

Service submissives who wish to learn to or add to their
repertoire about how to provide excellent service.

Dominants who wish to teach service to submissives.

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Psychology of Submissives [Combines
(a) Components of a Submissive's Psychology and
(b) Psychology of Service Submissives]

Host Events:
(a) Sexploratorium in Philadelphia on July 10,
(b) SHAG in NYC on July 11

Are you a dominant who would like to understand the psychology
of submissives and what can help your relationship last? Are you
a dominant who is uncomfortable to receive service, or cannot
fathom why someone would want to clean your house? Are you a
submissive who would like to understand why you have conflicting
drives, and how to deal with internal conflicts? Are you a
service submissive who has felt unfulfilled and had difficulty
conveying what is important to you towards service and D/s
relationships in general?

First we clarify terminology - what we mean by a submissive and
related terms. We discuss submission with respect to a
personality trait, a sexuality-based role preference, and social
status.

Next we discuss a general model for a submissive's psychology.
The model discusses different components that collectively
influence the needs, wants, and behaviors of submissives, and
how unmet needs affect this influence. We then discuss practical
applications of this model: its impact on relationship
compatibility and longevity and its application to various
scenarios.

Then we will interactively discuss the challenges faced by
dominants and submissives with respect to service. We will then
discuss archetypes of service submissives, how to identify these
archetypes, and why each archetype likes to provide service. We
will then talk about how identifying these archetypes helps
determine compatibility, and to understand what can enhance or
deflate motivation to serve for the different archetypes.

Helpful to:

Dominants who wish to better understand submissives, make their
relationships more resilient, and better understand basis for
compatibility.

Dominants who wish to understand service submissives and what
motivates them.

Submissives who wish to better understand self, learn how to
process feelings, learn how to communicate what is important in
a relationship, and understand what would be important to a
compatible dominant.

Service submissives who wish to better understand what motivates
them to serve, and learn how to communicate needs to a dominant
about what makes service fulfilling.

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Humiliation Class and Lab [Combines
(a) Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation and
(b) Humiliation: Now It's Time to Play]

Host Events:
(a) Sexploratorium in Philadelphia on July 10,
(b) SHAG in NYC on July 11

Does hearing the word humiliation make you uncomfortable? Are
you puzzled why someone would find humiliation erotic? Do you
enjoy humiliation but are conflicted about it? Do you want to
know how you can expand your humiliation play?

We begin by briefly discussing the psychology behind
humiliation: what are the differences between D/s humiliation
and SM humiliation, why someone might like to engage in these
practices, and what are risks. Then we focus on identifying
themes for humiliation play, and how identifying themes allows
one to use their creativity. We then have an example interview
of a sub to discuss what types of questions to ask, and how to
interpret the answers. Then we collectively brainstorm to create
a humiliation scene based on the answers from the interview.

Helpful to:

Those who do not understand why someone would enjoy humiliation.

Those who wish to do humiliation play but must overcome personal
conflict.

Those who wish to learn more about how to pursue this type of
play.

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BIO

Sea has been a BDSM gypsy of sorts for almost 13 years and
attends social and educational events across BDSM, leather, and
fetish communities in multiple cities. He is proud to call home
Austin, a city where a homeless crossdresser is a local
celebrity who ran for mayor, a local band bases all its songs
around the lead singer?s fetish for feet, and adults gather each
year to celebrate the birthday of Eeyore? yes, Eeyore from
Winnie the Pooh!

Sea has done his share to help, as they like to say there, keep
Austin weird. His contributions to the Austin scene include
hosting and promoting a fetish night for three years, during
which time he wrote and directed, performed in, and arranged
music for multiple fetish shows. BDSM influences his artistic
expression, which has occurred in the form of fetish
photography, DJing music for scene events, dance, and writings.
He has also done stand-up comedy at multiple BDSM events.

Sea regularly presents at BDSM events across the country with a
focus on communication and psychology, especially the psychology
of submissives. He was recently invited to join the Advisory
Board for weekend conventions DomCon Los Angeles and DomCon
Atlanta. His current projects include speaking at college human
sexuality class, visiting vanilla forums and taking a tactful
stand for BDSM as needed, and providing information to those
seeking out BDSM or ambivalent about their interest. His past
contributions include chairing the Austin chapter of The Next
Generation BDSM group for four years.

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Date, Time, Location, Registration

TES Fest

Date: Fri July 2 - Mon Jul 5

Time: All weekend

Location:

Near Edison, NJ

Please see http://tesfest.org/

Entry: Please see TES Fest website for registration and day pass
options.

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Black Rose Meeting

Date: July 6, Tuesday

Time: 8-8:30 pm

Location: Hyatt Regency, 400 New Jersey Ave NW, Washington DC

Black Rose Contact: http://www.br.org/

Entry: $5 for Black Rose members, $10 for non-members

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Sexploratorium

Date: July 10, Saturday

Times:

How to Provide Excellent Service 12:15 - 2 pm
Psychology of Submissives 2:30 - 4:30 pm
Humiliation Play Lab 5:15 - 7:15 pm

Location:

Sexploratorium
620 S 5th St
Philadelphia, PA
215-829-4986

Registration and Entry:

All classes are $20 each in advance and $30 on day of class. For
registration, please see this website:

http://passion101classes.com/

and click on Upcoming Workshop Schedule.

The class titles will shortly appear as a hyperlink, clicking on
which will allow one to register.

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SHAG

Date: Sunday, July 11, 2010

Time:

2:00 - 4:00 pm Psychology of Submissives
4:30 - 6:30 pm Humiliation Class and Senior Lab

Location:

SHAG
108 Roebling Street @ N. 6th Street
Brooklyn, NY 11211
L Train to Bedford
Contact Shag:

Phone: 347.721.3302

http://weloveshag.com/

Registration and Entry

One seminar: $20 in advance, $25 at the door
Both seminars: $35 in advance, $40 at the door

Groups of 5 or more receive $5 off ticket of each person

Advance Registration

For online registration, please go to SHAG website and click on
Workshops menu. If you have a group of 5 or more, please
contact SHAG directly to obtain group discount.

Walk-ins, please check SHAG website for any schedule changes
prior to attending. If there are any changes, they will be
posted on SHAG website no later than Saturday afternoon.

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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-three
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-three - Carmen the tyrant

I woke and Carmen was still sleeping. I reviewed what was
available for breakfast. She had promised a double spanking, and
after the caning I received, I thought pleasing her tummy would
make her a little less vicious.

I imagined different combinations but there just wasn't much in
the pantry. The ingredients to make eggs Benedict were there but
not the sauce. But there were plenty of eggs; so I made a not
Benedict sauce. It was very tasty but not authentic. I cut up
the rest of the fruit. Made some coffee and waited for sleeping
beauty.

Sleeping beauty had a hangover from excessive partying. She said
she didn't want any breakfast. She said she wanted to watch me
iron her underwear.

She lay on the sofa-bed; I set up the ironing board across the
room. She instructed me to iron facing the wall so she could
watch me, but I couldn't watch her.

It took about forty-five minutes for me to iron and fold about a
dozen pieces. I asked if she might want a hot bath and a massage
and she said: "You just want to feel me up."

I said: "No ma'am;" And straightened the blanket lying over her
on the sofa.

She said: "Put away the clothes and fold up the ironing board.
Make sure everything is clean because I'm going to inspect it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I busied myself cleaning clean counters, vacuuming clean floors,
and straightening neat drawers. I tried working quietly so she
could fall asleep.

A couple of hours later, she said: "I think I want a hot bath
and a massage, and remember it's for my benefit not yours."

I said: "Yes, ma'am."

I filled the tub hotter than normal, used lots of shampoo to
bubble it up, and escorted her in. I covered her with the
bubbles, and gently washed her with a cloth. I heated the water
by running more hot water, and let her soak while I set up the
massage table. I tried not to enjoy toweling her lovely body
dry.

I used her scented powder instead of oil. She liked it but
didn't say anything. I could tell from the very soft oh's she
was making.

I turned her over and avoided her eyes. I rubbed the powder into
her neck and around behind her ears, and I could feel her
shivering. Finally I rubbed skin cream into her feet then on her
hands. I felt I enjoyed cupping her breasts too much to do it. I
told her I was finished but I said I would re-do any parts she
might like.

She said: "You have good hands."

She said she was hungry.

I told her I'd reviewed what we had in the kitchen, would she
like low fat eggs Benedict?

She said it sounded good.

I served for lunch what I had planned for breakfast. She sat in
a long tee shirt, and a sweatshirt. She ate all the fruit but
left one of the eggs on a muffin. The sauce had no yolks and
only a pat of butter.

She said: "Eat my leftover; on the floor, here." She pointed
with her foot.

I squatted down and ate up her leftover egg Benedict from her
plate with her fork. I caught a glimpse of her expression. Her
lips were pursed; she had a determined look in her eyes. I
didn't know how to interpret her feelings, but I was glad I ate
up the eggs.

She said: "Dress me."

I combed and then brushed her hair. I put on panties and bra
that I had just ironed. She selected a tee shirt and jeans. I
found socks and tennis shoes.

She decided we would go for a walk. We went to a nice park about
a mile away and wandered along its' perimeter.

She said: "Why do you do this?"

I knew what she was referring to, but I didn't have a good
explanation. I said: "Do what Miss Carmen?"

She said: "Why do you want to clean my apartment, or the toilet
at the office, or take canings?"

I tried answering sincerely: "I want to be my wife's slave. It's
a feeling I have that can be called a kink, I recognize it's not
normal. She accepts me in exchange for me doing things for her.
The arrangement is that I suspend wanting things. I let her tell
me what I want and try to embrace her conditions. She assigned
me to Miss Peggy. Then she assigned me to you. At first I
thought it was all about me, I was amazed how well my wife and
my mother-in-law seemed to know how to push my buttons. Lately I
have imagined it has nothing to do with me. It's what she wants.
I'm trying to keep my part of the bargain."

Carmen said: "What do you think about me?"

I said: "I'm not allowed to express how much I like you normally
but you asked, I think you are a gorgeous lady with high
intelligence and an outgoing personality. I respect you
enormously. I'm very grateful that you have taken an interest in
me. I consider it a privilege to be allowed to do the things I
have for you."

Carmen said: "Why does your wife want you to wash toilets and
wants me to make you stand in the corner and beat you with a
cane?"

"I guess it's to prevent me getting the idea that you are in my
debt for what I have done. It seems that the more I do, the more
I get punished. It seems unfair, but the alternative is I do
nothing and my wife loses interest. I think what I do is what
keeps everyone interested in me. So if I do a lot, I will think
I'm pretty good, so maybe washing toilets reminds me that I'm
the slave. Somehow the idea that I have to do what you tell me,
but you can do whatever you want is what excites me."

Carmen said: "You are weird."

I said: "But Miss Carmen, you elected to beat me in front of the
entire group, and my wife and the president, why did you do
that?"

She said: "You don't think I had cause?"

I said: "Of course you did, but so did everyone in the group,
but you brought it about, and now I'm cleaning your apartment."

She said: "I have some kinks too; and I will expose them to you
this week."

I didn't know if I should become afraid.

Instead of going straight back, we went down a side street and
into a neighborhood bar. She ordered a chardonnay and I ordered
a cabernet. We talked more, the conversation got to computers
and it was very comfortable.

On the way back, she said: "You like to get punished?"

I said: "No, not at all. I like my mistress asserting herself
and overwhelming me. In a way I get that feeling from calling
you Miss, and saying ma'am, I try very hard to please."

She said: "But sometimes, like this morning I didn't want you to
please me."

I said: "Yes ma'am; you don't have to. You don't have to do
anything. But I have to do what you tell me to."

She said: "What if I tell you to leave me alone for ever?"

I said: "That's your choice. I would be sad."

She said: "I'm used to guys wanting to get into my pants and not
doing anything for me. You seem to want to do things for me;
don't you want to get into my pants?"

I said: "I would very much like to but I have a thing locked on
my penis; it's believed that I won't be eager to please you if I
climax. And of course there is the question of would you let
me."

She said: "This conversation has been fun, but I seem to be
letting a genie out of a bottle. I haven't heard any Miss or
ma'am in a long time. When we get back I think a little
discipline will re-establish our roles."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I was already feeling in a submissive role.

When we got into the apartment Carmen said to strip and bring
the handcuffs.

I stripped and brought the handcuffs. She handcuffed my hands
behind my back and ordered me into a corner near where we were
standing.

She said: "Don't move or talk."

I was surprised by the turn of events. Carmen was behind me,
unlocking the handcuffs.

She said: "Turn around and kneel down."

I knelt and she was wearing only panties and bra and high heeled
shoes. She looked so desirable.

She said: "Do you want to fuck me?"

I said: "You are so lovely, I would love to."

She said: "How badly? Would you take a beating from me for the
privilege?"

I said: "For sure miss; and ten times over."

She said: "Get up."

I did, and she unlocked my penis corset. It immediately grew to
pay homage to the goddess in front of me. We went to her bedroom
and I ravished her with my hands and mouth. I removed her
underwear and kissed her everywhere. She took my tool and drew
it (me following) to her pussy and I entered her.

Suddenly I had to start thinking of cooking recipes; it had been
so long, and I had climbed to an immense height of passion,
every cell in her body was driving me higher with desire. If I
didn't hold back, I would explode in an instant. I was falling
in love again. I will treasure this girl forever, and then she
went epileptic and I detonated.

I sort of collapsed beside her, then she squirmed around and
there was a pussy on my face, I started licking and then she had
my member and she was sucking. She came in a few minutes but it
took me much longer.

We were embracing and lying down after all the work.

She said: "You may clean me up."

I thought that I already had, but I followed her beautiful naked
body to the bathroom and made a washcloth wet and warm and
patted her clean.

She said: "Dress me back up."

I did, and I adored her a little; touching her here and there.

She said: "Let's get you locked back up." We sat next to each
other on her bed. She took the penis corset gadget and inserted
my penis into it and locked the cover on. Her touching me made
me just want her more. She had a key and I was subject to her
use of it. It makes her so special.

Carmen said: "Since you're still pretty naked, let's work on
settling your account. You owe me two whippings from yesterday,
then you owe me for the sex we just had and then there is the
ten more you offered."

I said: "Miss Carmen that was a figure of speech, not an offer
of wanting a beating."

She said: "Do you want me to add to your debt with a penalty for
arguing?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Carmen said: "Bring the handcuffs and get over this chair."

I wondered if this was Carmen or my wife Sarah's instruction to
her. This was a nice normal girl, why was she being so mean?

Carmen said: "You are a jewel of a guy, you've done wonders for
my apartment, and you dressed me up so all my friends thought
I'd had a makeover, and you made good love. But I don't want to
spoil it all by not doing what I promised. From now until the
end of the week you better not forget how to address me. You
will stand in my presence, and do all of the things you've been
trained to do. Do you understand?"

I said: "Yes Miss Carmen."

How can these women get so righteous?

She said: "I will be very strict from now on because I have been
treating you like a boy friend. If your wife or even Peggy found
out how lax I had become, I might even be fired. You wouldn't
want that would you?"

I said: "No ma'am;" I was getting scared.

She said: "You will count the strokes and thank me and I want to
hear sincere thanks. It's attitude we're molding here, isn't
that right?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Crack

The pain rushed around my entire body, I had to talk fast: "I
respect you more than ever, that's one."

Crack

I said: "Cleaning your toilet is all I'm fit for, that's two."

Crack.

I said: "I will jump when you give me a command, that's three."

Crack.

I said: "Oh please Miss Carmen, that's too hard, that's four."

Carmen said: "Sometimes I think you're not so smart. I gave you
instructions and you violated them while you're being punished.
Okay, lie there for ten minutes, we're going to start over and
you're getting double the amount."

It's very uncomfortable to lie across a chair for a long time. I
was partly supported by my feet and head and neck. Ten minutes
in an uncomfortable position is a long time. My sweet Carmen has
turned into a sadist.

Carmen said: "This time you may just thank me and make sure you
count."

Crack

I plaintively said: "Thank you miss Carmen, that's one."

Crack

I said: "Thank you miss Carmen, that's two."

This went on until I got to twenty. I was so sore, my butt felt
that it had been sliced to ribbons.

Carmen took my forearm and pulled me up. She led me to the
living room and pushed me down on the carpet. She said: "Stay
there and don't move."

She came back with a book and sat in the chair next to where I
was lying and started reading. I was so seriously injured by her
and she puts me on the floor and reads a book. Then she put one
of her feet on my shoulders.

After a long while Carmen said: "There is no moving or talking,
the cane is ready to remind you if you forget."

I lay at her feet wondering why her attitude toward me changed
so much.

Carmen said: "Your wife Sarah explained, that you don't need
another lover, you need a strict overseer to make sure you work
diligently, show respect and act humbly. That overseer cannot be
your friend. Lying at my feet like this will help you adjust
your feelings."

I have been working diligently, maybe there were lapses in
curtsies or addressing, but it was minor, and it was Carmen who
made the sex moves, she has the key after all. But what does it
matter? I have to do what she tells me. Is that so hard? Lying
on a soft carpet is better than standing in a corner.

Carmen said: "Get up, I want some tea."

I stood up, and she unlocked my handcuffs.

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

I made the tea, placed it next to her with a napkin; and I
curtsied; I remained standing.

She sipped the tea and said: "Stand in the corner there." She
was pointing to opposite the lounge chair she was sitting in, so
I would be watched.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "The collar with a snap was sent with your other
stuff, but I don't have any place I can hook you to. Go find a
place; I don't want to sit around watching you stand in the
corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I looked around the living room where she
and I were and there wasn't any place, I curtsied and went into
the other rooms.

I returned and curtsied, and said: "Miss Carmen, there are three
possibilities, if we had a small piece of chain or rope we could
make a loop around the clothes bar in your closet or the shower
curtain bar in the bathroom, or if I stood in the bathtub you
could connect me to the loop for the clothes dryer." She had one
of those pull out ropes that connect to a hook and allow you to
hang wet clothes over the bathtub.

She said: "I have some rope."

She went into the kitchen and bent over a low drawer and I
noticed how attractive she was. She had a roll of clothesline
kind of string. I cut two pieces and made a loop around the
shower curtain rod and the clothes rod in her closet.

She rummaged in the small suitcase. She found the collar and the
handcuffs; I put my hands behind my back and click. She fastened
the collar around my neck, and led me by pulling on the snap to
her closet. She snapped me over the rope loop. She said: "The
handcuff keys are on the kitchen table. No moving is allowed."
She closed the closet door.

I was in darkness. I could hear her moving around in her
bedroom; then she turned out the light and closed the door. The
darkness was total. Then I heard the apartment door open and
close, she went out.

I dozed in the darkness; I could lean against the closet wall,
not too bad. I was awakened by the door opening, she came back.
I could hear her moving around. She's making tea.

The bedroom light went on, strips of light crept under the
closet door illuminating my tiny prison. I could hear her
unzipping, probably getting undressed. Then the closet opened
and I was blinded by all the light. She removed my handcuffs and
unsnapped me from the rope loop.

She said: "Pick up the clothes."

I was overwhelmed with her nakedness and beauty, I know I looked
groggy and gross from my long incarceration, and she looked so
desirable.

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And curtsied.

She said: "Don't look at me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I think she deliberately scattered her clothes about, I found
shoes from the same pair on the opposite sides of the bed, I put
them away, I found her panties and jeans separate from each
other, I folded her jeans, I put her panties and bra in the
hamper. I could tell she was watching me.

I curtsied and said: "I'm finished Miss Carmen." I tried not to
look at her.

She said: "I like you better handcuffed." She handcuffed me.

I tried not to look chagrined. But what could I have done to
prevent this total change in attitude.

She said: "When you're not doing work you should be restrained,
sort of like turning off a machine, in your case, I will
handcuff you. That way I know you can't get into mischief."

She got into bed and said: "You may crawl under and worship me
until I fall asleep."

I got into bed and crawled under her leg and got my face into
her ass. I could tell from her breathing that she fell asleep. I
tried not to disturb the bedding as I straightened out. It's
very uncomfortable to sleep handcuffed, but I was accustomed to
it.

I woke early and discovered my handcuffs had been opened. I got
up and started boiling water for tea for Carmen and coffee for
me. I prepared the sparse fruit we had and picked a yoghurt and
cereal and milk.

Then I got dressed and waited.

Carmen woke up and I brought her tea. I curtsied. I knelt in
front of her lovely naked body. She took the tea and sipped. She
said: "I told you last night not to look at me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and aimed my eyes at the carpet in front of
her feet.

She said: "You will dress me with the minimum of touching."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I offered her several matching underwear color choices and she
picked black. I knew that putting panties and bra on a lady
usually got me in trouble. So I tried the tactic of planning
meals, while helping her put one foot and then the other into
her panties, the problem arises when she lifts a leg, and out of
the corner of your eye you see her pussy, and you're not allowed
to look.

After that, corralling her boobs with the bra, made me want to
kiss her neck and back. I held my self down with difficulty.

I finished dressing her.

I held her chair for her; then I put a napkin in her lap. I made
her fresh tea; and asked her if she wanted orange juice or
water, and served her a glass of water. Then I waited,
remembering not to look at her.

When she finished eating, she beckoned me to follow her. We went
into the toilet. She stood in front of the toilet, waiting for
me.

I unsnapped her jeans, and pulled down her panties. She held my
head in her hand so I was looking down at the floor. I saw her
jeans and panties around her legs. This prevented me from
looking at her, I guessed.

She said: "I don't have to wash hands after you help me in the
toilet. I'll see if we can do this at work."

I hoped she was kidding.

She gave me her car keys and I held the door for her. She sat in
the back and I drove.

Carmen said: "Make sure that you clean the toilets in the
allowed amount of time because I will have to give you bad marks
if you take too long. But be sure to do a thorough job because I
will have to give you bad marks if it's not cleaned right."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" She was rubbing in the fact that I was
being squeezed between the time allotment and the amount of work
needed. She was exercising being a bitch.

When we arrived, I parked and went around to the passenger back
door and opened the door for madam tyrant. I stood waiting and
she very slowly got out of the car. Then I went to the trunk and
took out the bag of female products that we had purchased.

I walked to my office. It was just before 8:00 and I had all my
tasks from Friday. My message light was blinking.

The message was from one of the programmers that the ladies
restroom floor was filled with water. One of the toilets had
overflowed. I wondered if I had to deal with that. I still had
Carmen's car keys.

I walked to her cubicle, curtsied, and I said: "Here are your
car keys, Miss Carmen; I got a message that the ladies restroom
is flooded and one of the toilets has overflowed. Shall I call
maintenance?"

Carmen said: "No you have to take care of that. I'll give you
forty-five minutes to clean that up. And keep the keys; you will
need them to drive us to lunch."

I said: "I don't know if I can do it that fast."

She said: "I didn't ask what you thought; you have forty-five
minutes to clean up the mess, fix the toilet and do your
periodic cleaning. I'll be down to inspect. If you're not done
in forty-five minutes you will get a bad mark."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I curtsied. I saw people, my employees,
looking at us. I was very embarrassed. But I had become afraid
of this woman who only days ago was my friend and lover.

The bathroom was indeed a mess, toilet paper and water was
everywhere. I found a big squeegee that I used to move the water
to a drain. I picked up the soggy toilet paper with a dust pan.
I found the stopped up toilet, it was nasty but a plunger fixed
it. I mopped that stall and most of the rest of the floor. I
concentrated on the sinks and mirror. I managed to put
everything in its place in only thirty minutes. I filled the
little cabinet with female supplies (tampons, pads, panty
liners, etc). I counted how much of each there were.

Carmen walked in and I curtsied and said I was done.

She looked around, and said: "It looks Okay, but I wanted you
upstairs in forty-five minutes not down here. I will overlook it
this time. But since you're here, you can assist me in the
toilet, now."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, yes ma'am I would be honored."

She walked into the stall that had been clogged. I followed and
when she turned around, I unsnapped her jeans, pulled them down
and pulled her panties down. I wiped and patted. I pulled up her
panties, I evened them around her waist, then I pulled up her
jeans. I was remembering her admonition about looking at her,
but I wanted to know her mood from her expression. From the
quick glances I made, I could see an expression of gritty
determination.

My fear of her increased. I didn't see any affection or
sympathy.

She said: "Maybe you can assist some of the other patrons."

I said: "Yes ma'am." She wasn't asking a question.

She said: "You can go to your office; you don't have to do the
nine-thirty cleaning."

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you."

I met with Linda and Janet who were the authors of the company
web page. Their work was done in a very labor intensive way. I
wanted them to use what IT people call a more powerful tool.
There were many benefits of doing so beyond just saving time.
Unfortunately they didn't agree. The meeting was Linda and then
Janet telling me why they couldn't change the way they were
making web pages.

In the past, I wouldn't have listened to all this, I would have
told them to just do it, but they talked and I listened. When
they finished, I handed them brochures for the next training
class for the new web design tool. The class was next month in
San Diego. They decided that for my benefit they would go to the
training class.

I wanted to report the result of the meeting to Peggy before she
left for lunch. I called her office. Sally her secretary said I
could come up to her office at eleven-thirty.

I deleted the trash out of my e-mail inbox and read my mail. The
firm interviewing our customers was reporting that we had
improved our customers' satisfaction. This web design initiative
was my last task.

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Dear Christine and David,

You will no doubt recall that I have been banging on these past
years about censorship in the UK and that, for example, since
26th January 2009 it has been illegal for anyone in England and
Wales (and now Scotland, I believe) to possess an "extreme"
image, even if the activity itself is legal.

Well, I was intrigued to learn that the new UK coalition
government has kicked off an initiative, I quote "to create a
more open and less intrusive society. We want to restore
Britain's traditions of freedom and fairness, and free our
society of unnecessary laws and regulations - both for
individuals and businesses".

http://yourfreedom.hmg.gov.uk/

I had a quick look at this site the other day and,
unsurprisingly, it has attracted its fair share of nutters, but
a couple of people have contributed on the anti censorship
theme.

May I, through your site, ask your UK supporters to log on to
the "Your Freedom" website and make some contribution to the
censorship debate? It might raise the profile of the matter in
the political eye.

For further details of the state of affairs in the UK I can
commend the Backlash website:

www.backlash-uk.org.uk/wp/?page_id=4

But it makes depressing reading, so be warned.

Regards

Mr. Grundy.