2010-03-02 ( 18 edited messages ) # Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub # C: lockable genital shock collar # Re: C: lockable genital shock collar # C: wife controlling in the bedroom # Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom # Re: C: ask to suck her strap-on - I want to, but I am afraid to # C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man # Re: C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man # Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog # P: Male slave low cost Bangalore # S: Bill's Warning - part two # Re: S: Bill's Warning - part two # S: Jim's Story - part twelve Post your message to DOMestic at:- http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/ The Fem Dom Training Program. Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml * * * start of the digest * * * Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub http://u4ds.com/2010/02/femdom_looking_for_ideas_to_do.shtml Date: 23 Feb 2010 14:04:38 -0000 From: Soumis Emily wrote: >My sub is going to be tied up at all times so that >he is forced into bi-humiliation. "tied up at all times"... sounds like a chore for you. If he's tied up all the time when you're making use of him, then you aren't so much training him as forcing him into behavior, which doesn't necessarily break his will. From my own experience, my previous domme made a point of training me to where she could simply touch my wrists, ankles, and say "You are tied here and here." No actual restraints were required any longer. I was obedient to the idea, adhering to her desires, her will. Since I'm a sub, that's going to color my perspective, since by nature I desire control, but I think you will gain far more mastery over him by training him so that even without actual ropes, he does as instructed. When he voluntarily submits to anything - that's when you know you own him. * * * next message * * * Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub http://u4ds.com/2010/02/femdom_looking_for_ideas_to_do.shtml Date: 24 Feb 2010 01:34:21 -0000 From: Mrs. Kravitz Emily wrote: >looking for ideas to do to my sub Send him to menstruation class. * * * next message * * * C: lockable genital shock collar http://u4ds.com/2010/02/lockable_genital_shock_collar.shtml Date: 27 Feb 2010 20:48:44 -0000 From: Bobi Would like to find out about a device (shock collar) that can be locked onto the genitals for training. * * * next message * * * Re: C: lockable genital shock collar http://u4ds.com/2010/02/lockable_genital_shock_collar.shtml Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:40:24 -0000 From: "Christine" at u4ds.com Hello, Bobi wrote: >Would like to find out about a device (shock collar) that can be >locked onto the genitals for training. You can buy "Dog Shock Collars" in most pet stores, if you buy a very tiny one for tiny dogs like the one we did, then it should be relatively easy to remove the shock unit and mount it on a lockable ball strap. Easier still would probably be to use a tiny padlock and make an additional hole in the strap so as to lock the strap that comes with the device. 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 and that includes our own "zapper" which was an Innotek FS700A Micro-line. Non members can start in the Electrical Play section in the right hand menu of the DOMestic blog. There are several sub sections there which may interest you. 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. You may also want to take a look at "Add-ons for Chastity Devices" at:- http://u4ds.com/electrical_play/addons_for_chastity_devices/ if you want to keep a man locked up and chaste while zapping him. sincerely, Christine at Ms-Christine.com Renew or get your DOMestic password at http://u4ds.com/password * * * next message * * * C: wife controlling in the bedroom http://u4ds.com/2010/02/wife_controlling_in_the_bedroo.shtml Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2010 10:06:09 -0500 From: bedroom sub Thank you Ms Christine and David, After downloading the Fem Dom Manuals I am so tempted to read the document instead of giving it to my wife without review. I wonder if you can help or suggest a training guide that fits our situation. My needs are one of my wife controlling solely in the bed room and a release for the stress of day to day dominance I must execute in "the real world" Surely there are many like us. The woman enjoys having her man be somewhat the dom in real life yet the man needs the release of submission. Perhaps it's an impossible dream. I don't see my wife of 29 years moving into the full femdom world (but we can hope) as it's just not "in her" but I hope that her love for me will allow her to explore these traits and find some joy and a little control. Is this the impossible dream? Perhaps so, and I'm ok with that - after all just plain denial is half of teasing and denial (wink) * * * next message * * * Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom http://u4ds.com/2010/02/wife_controlling_in_the_bedroo.shtml From: Christine at MsChristine.com Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:21:26 -0000 Hello, bedroom sub wrote: >I am so tempted to read the document instead of giving it to my >wife without review. . Given that you plan to limit your experience to bedroom only and not go further, it is probably wiser for you both to read the manuals together and discuss the various ideas in there and how they might work for you. In any case one would not just present the manuals to a partner without first having had plenty of conversation about the fantasies. What I would suggest is that you sit on a low cushion or stool in the living room while your wife sits above you on the sofa or armchair. Then you read a chapter aloud to her, and stop and discuss at any time that either of you feels the need to. In this way you will communicate your fantasies to her in a non threatening way and from a non dominating position. And more importantly you will give her a chance to tell you what she might like about trying Fem Dom with you. Do this over several sessions, working your way through the books until you feel you both have a good understanding of what you both would like to get out of this aspect of the relationship together. >I wonder if you can help or suggest a training guide that fits >our situation. I don't know of any guide that is limited to bedroom play and one of the reasons I write my own guides is that I found all others I encountered wanting. If a couple understands each other, then the best guide is of course our software as it is flexible and more interactive than a manual thus allowing a partner to choose whatever fits the mood or situation. Possibly other folk reading DOMestic will have different suggestions for you. >My needs are one of my wife controlling solely in the bed room >and a release for the stress of day to day dominance I must >execute in "the real world". Surely there are many like us. Yes of course, it may even be that the majority of kinksters are just like you. There is no way of knowing for sure. >The woman enjoys having her man be somewhat the dom in real >life yet the man needs the release of submission. Perhaps it's >an impossible dream. I don't see my wife of 29 years moving >into the full femdom world (but we can hope) If that is really your hope, then the software will allow her to develop at her own pace. >as it's just not "in her" but I hope that her love for me will >allow her to explore these traits and find some joy and a >little control. Is this the impossible dream? Perhaps so, and >I'm ok with that - after all just plain denial is half of >teasing and denial (wink) If you express those ideas to your lady yourself, she may yet surprise you. sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml * * * next message * * * Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom http://u4ds.com/2010/02/wife_controlling_in_the_bedroo.shtml Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 09:07:12 -0500 From: bedroom sub Christine wrote: >sit on a low cushion or stool in the living room while your >wife sits above you on the sofa or armchair. Then you read a >chapter aloud to her Ms Christine, Thank you so much for all you do and especially for taking time to answer my question. You are a dream, your suggestions may help others as well. I'd welcome discussion, perhaps others have valuable thoughts. * * * next message * * * Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom http://u4ds.com/2010/02/wife_controlling_in_the_bedroo.shtml Date: 27 Feb 2010 00:27:49 -0000 From: MichaelK bedroom sub, I think you have a good chance of getting close to what you want if you can create a new dynamic which becomes something that your wife enjoys. Do you want to be dominated, or do you want to feel very much hers? If you want to be dominated this will only work if your wife wants to take the dominant role. And in the bedroom do you want to engage in BDSM activities (pain, punishment, humiliation, etc) or are you happy to feel hers engaging in "ordinary" sexual activities? Lots of BDSM activities will, of course, only be possible if these are enjoyed by your wife. I have never dated or had a relationship with a dominant woman. None of my partners have wanted to take full control. What I have done with all my dates and partners is not to ask them to dominate me, but to give them the power to take control whenever they wish. In Devotional Sex a Knight only ejaculates when his Princess allows, and this does not happen most times there is sexual activity. When a Princess wants a more horny Knight she keeps him going for a few days longer than usual, and when she wants a quieter time she has him cum earlier than usual. As she gets to control his erotic energy this way, the high energy times only happen when she wants to play with his energy. The main use of Princess Power in a relationship comes from the Princess saying that there will be NO sex during most morning and evening cuddles. She does not need to be dominant to say no. Having sex every morning and bedtime is of course far too much, so she gets to decide when. When she says no she says this just because she does not feel like sex. This is not dominance, but just reasonably saying what she wants. A dominant woman likes to have control, and part of this is knowing all about what they have control about. So a dominant woman is likely to want to read manuals. None of my partner's have ever studied my website. They don't need to because I've told them how Devotional Sex works, and I'll answer all their questions. What has worked many times for me is to give my date a foot massage, and whilst doing this tell them about my different way of enjoying sex. So I recommend that you read the part of the manual that you want to tell your wife about several times, and then tell her from memory. Have it nearby in case you want to look something up. (I've not seen the manual by the way.) I top from the bottom in that I give my Princess lots of options. I'm their map. But I feel very much theirs because they decide which path to follow, how far we go along any path, and when we will end our journey. So my start would be to say that you want to feel hers in the bedroom, and asks her to take control over when you can ejaculate, which will only happen every few days. Say that if she is willing to start that night, then you really look forward to a cuddle, but she can choose no sexual activity if she wants (and that this will make you even hornier the next night). Say that you would love to give her oral sex, and that if she wants, nothing further need happen. Give her options. Let her choose. Lets say you go to bed, give her oral sex, and that is all. The strong FemDom fantasy might then be that the Mistress orders her new slave to sleep at the foot of the bed "Now that you are mine you are not worthy to sleep in the same bed as me." With Devotional Sex the focus is on intimacy. After giving her oral sex, and she ending sexual activity, ask for a cuddle, and for her to just gently hold your erection. (I call this a Devotional Cuddle.) Let your erotic energy energize the cuddle. Say how you feel very close to her, that her holding your erection makes you feel that you are hers and not rejected even though you are not allowed to cum. Let her know how happy this cuddle is making you. Once your wife learns to feel relaxed having such a cuddle - that your erection is no-longer a demand or expectation for sex, she is likely to find these Devotional Cuddles one of the highlights of your new sex life. Using kink to increase intimacy is something that many woman will find attractive. Getting your wife to become your Mistress is likely to be difficult, but you may find she very much enjoys the role of being your Princess. What I'm suggesting will work best if the man is happy for activities to be mainly ordinary sex, and his partner is not dominant but willing to take control when she feels like it - a woman who is happy to be a Princess but would not be a Mistress. Good Luck! Michael (link displays here on blog) * * * next message * * * Re: C: ask to suck her strap-on - I want to, but I am afraid to http://u4ds.com/2010/02/ask_to_suck_her_strap-on_-_i_w.shtml Date: 22 Feb 2010 18:23:52 -0000 From: Fastdrop Nurd Balls wrote: >you may be afraid of getting turned on by sucking dick well first, I don't believe that being banged by or sucking your wife's dildo can make you bi-sexual. You would have to find both sexes sexually attractive in order to be bi-sexual. Mistress and I spoke about the issue this last weekend. Mistress wants me to completely role swap. Mistress said she knew I would resist sucking her "cock"; as she knows that I believe being on my knees in the submissive position is a strictly female role. Mistress said that in order to move forward I must make the commitment to my new role and willingly surrender completely to her and accept the coming changes. I realize now that my fear is about giving up complete control over my life. * * * next message * * * C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man http://u4ds.com/2010/02/cuckolding_the_woman_desires_a.shtml From: nuked potatoes - "Darryl Ducharme" Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 06:13:42 -0700 Hi Ms Christine and David, Of course i am wrong to say "there are no dominant Women"... http://u4ds.com/2009/02/dominant_woman_only_in_a_drunk.shtml However it would seem with this interest in cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man. http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic_Blog/cuckolding/ i can go on and on but i won't. nuked potatoes (links inserted by moderator) * * * next message * * * Re: C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man http://u4ds.com/2010/02/cuckolding_the_woman_desires_a.shtml Date: 24 Feb 2010 02:03:04 -0000 From: Ms Deah T Hello Christine, David and all, It has been a very long time since I have been able to frequent the list, so I missed the convoluted thread initiated by nuked potatoes last year (and, it appears, revived periodically ever since). Having followed the link in the most recent post back to catch up on the initial post and all the ones subsequent to it, I now feel qualified to say: "Huh??" Near as I can tell, the first point nuked attempted to make was that, unlike male subs who are aware of their urges from age 3, Dommes are not 'born to the role' but come to it later, mostly via trauma. As proof he asserts that even Dommes want to be loved and/or want men in their lives. None of this makes a great deal of sense to me but I will add my comments to the many eloquent responses already posted, both by way of renewing my acquaintance with the group and because my experiences are slightly different from the ones that have been expressed. First of all, the urge to be integrally bonded with others, be it familial, spousal, polyamoral, or communal, truly is innate. Curmudgeonly reclusive cave dweller(crcd)'s genes died out pretty quickly since, by definition, they were unlikely to be passed on. Even those crcds who might have been moved to seek out others to assuage the occasional mating urge weren't likely to live long enough to do so since a: solo hunting was notoriously ineffective against the huge game of the era, and b: predators found crcds easy pickings. All of that aside, however, it is incomprehensible to me how the choice to have other people closely involved in our lives has any bearing on dominant behavior in either sex, be it innate or acquired. As to the genesis of Domme natures, I can't speak for anyone but myself (though enough other Dommes have spoken that I'm not sure why nuked can't seem to get off dead center...) My own urges in this realm began with my first preschool crush (i.e., before the age of 5 in the US). I have very vivid recollections of putting myself to sleep with visions of the boy who had caught my eye in various states of bondage or confinement and myself as the jailer or captor. My favorite early childhood fantasies were of the current object of my crush tied to the whipping post in the frontier America town square (my grandparents used to watch a lot of Westerns). As the town sheriff (despite the fact that I was a pretty little girl who liked to be feminine and the movies/series of the time only portrayed women as dance hall girls or very proper wives) I would carry out the whipping myself and would grant mercy or add to the sentence at my whim so that the captive knew his only hope was to wholly ingratiate himself with me... So sadism, bondage, control, the taste for those things has been with me as long as the rest of my brain. I've known male and female subs whose submissive fantasies, like my dominant ones, were present from their earliest memories; as well as those who came to the behavior late, either by their own lights or to please their partner - and some who began as a way to please a partner and found they wanted to keep the lifestyle even after getting rid of the partner. I've known dominants who covered the same range. So, what exactly was your point, nuked? Best Regards, Ms Deah T "Men's minds are raised to the level of the women with whom they associate."-Alexandre Dumas * * * next message * * * Re: C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man http://u4ds.com/2010/02/cuckolding_the_woman_desires_a.shtml Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2010 04:15:16 -0000 From: "David" at u4ds.com Hello, nuked potatoes wrote: >Of course i am wrong Phew. That was like pulling hen's teeth. But I'm glad you finally got past the "there are no dominant Women" blockage as that was getting in the way of what I suspect is something you are struggling to understand. Namely... >the Woman desires a Man. You also wrote: >i can go on and on but i won't. Go on nuked. Why not? Ms Deah T wrote: >So, what exactly was your point, nuked? Welcome back Ms Deah, based on the lack of response in the past I don't hold out much hope of nuked being up to defining his point for you. I'll hazard a guess that nuked is struggling to differentiate between love and submission, and having trouble understanding how dominance can work if the dominant partner needs or desires the partner they wish to dominate. For some men (and poets) love and submission are indistinguishable, so it can be hard for the romantic to understand how one can love and dominate at the same time. Even if he's not being poetic, his confusion is perhaps understandable if he has not had a long lasting Dom-sub relationship as he may see these matters in rather cartoon like black and white fantasy imagery rather than the delicate shades and variety of colour experienced in real life. To answer for a moment, just the simple implied question "cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man"? Yes, nuked, in some cases a dominant woman can dominate her submissive partner while at the same time take pleasure from and/or desire another man in the conventional manner. Such a threesome may be playing with fire, but the passion can be powerful for all three, each in different ways, which can work for all three of them. You might even argue that the dominant woman is doubly benefitting, in that she can get two types of passionate relationship in one encounter. Equally you should not forget that some cuckolding experiences are ways designed by the couple to satisfy both partners' differing needs and sometimes these are inspired by male fantasies but are workable compromises. He may need to submit and be denied sex, yet she may need to be sexually active in a more conventional manner while dominating him. In such a threesome he gets what he needs, she gets what she needs, and presumably the third partner (the extra male) is usually happy to be used. At least for a while anyway.... sincerely, David Download "Games People Play" by David at http://www.mschristine.com/manual.shtml * * * next message * * * Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog http://u4ds.com/2009/12/humiliating_my_slave-dog.shtml Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 19:58:14 -0500 From: Danielle Ms Irish wrote: >what about the other people in the store Yes, Irish. Fair point. Public humiliation is a fine line and always something to be sensitive with. Danielle * * * next message * * * Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog http://u4ds.com/2009/12/humiliating_my_slave-dog.shtml From: Madamplz Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2010 14:10:31 EST Irish wrote: >I do have a small problem with what you made your little one >do, I understand your need to make him feel not so good, but >what about the other people in the store? Do you think you have >the right to subject them to that also? I support that sentiment. As a community we often express the desire to have the public at large support our right to live our lives in a way which is meaningful to us. Why would they be inspired to do that if it means it tramples their right to live without feeling their peace is violated? When we do things in public that make it difficult for the vanilla public to live their lives within their own comfort level we're trespassing against their rights. Over the years I can recall many postings in which dominants have cited a public requirement of their submissives/slaves stepping outside their comfort zones in a way that makes the vanilla public not only aware of us but very uncomfortable with our lifestyle choices. Nothing good can come of that. It draws unwanted attention at the very least and is one of the primary reasons people (myself, included) separate themselves from the more public scenes. In every case I can think of discretion is the better part of valor. * * * next message * * * P: Male slave low cost Bangalore http://u4ds.com/2010/02/male_slave_low_cost_bangalore.shtml Date: 19 Feb 2010 09:58:46 -0000 From: Asz Ashok Hi, I am a Male slave ready to serve the eager fantasies of sportive, adventurous females. I reside in Bangalore.. ready to work any night.. low cost.. and flexible for any fetish or fantasy. expecting your mail shortly.. with luv moderator notes: the statement on the comments form was ignored and we did not receive a copy of this post by email, so the email address is not displayed here or on the blog. See:- http://u4ds.com/how_to_get_in_direct_contact.shtml * * * next message * * * S: Bill's Warning - part two http://u4ds.com/2010/02/bills_warning_-_part_two.shtml Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:54:25 -0500 From: randolphus Bill's Warning - part two first part linked on blog Darlene said: "I called your cell today around 11:00 AM, and it said it couldn't locate your phone. Then I called your dispatcher. She said she didn't know where you were. I asked if you weren't supposed to let her know where you are. She said you were supposed to but you don't." I said: "I don't know why she doesn't know, half the time she sends me where I'm going." Darlene said: "I want you to make sure she knows where you are at all times. Think of it this way: I'm giving you permission to visit clients as long as Linda knows where you are going, if she doesn't know, you don't have permission." I said: "Do I have to ask your permission to see clients?" Darlene said: "I just said if Linda knows where you are you have permission. If she doesn't you don't. I've explained it twice and I'm getting impatient." I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene, I understand, I will make sure Linda knows where I am at all times." Darlene said: "I think you just like to argue. Maybe from now on, I will explain things to you when I have you naked and tied down, and I have a cane in my hand. I'll bet you would argue less." I said: "Yes ma'am;" I decided to not have the last word. She said: "Please address her as Miss Linda from now on." That was so outrageous, I recomposed what I was going to say four or five times and finally I just said: "Yes ma'am." The next day, I met with Linda, excuse me Miss Linda. I asked her how she would like to be informed about my whereabouts. She said: "Your wife says she wants me to know exactly where you are at all times. So here are the rules. You call me when you want to leave the office or leave a customer. If you don't reach me you don't leave." I said: "Sometimes I'm in a hurry, can't I leave you a voice mail or e-mail or text you?" She said: "We decided that wasn't good enough. Do you remember playing mother may I?" I said: "But that was a game." She said: "I'm keeping track how many times you don't 'Ma'am' and 'Miss' and I'm going to tell your wife." I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda, but I was just trying to understand." She said: "She also wanted to know if you argued with me. Are you arguing with me?" I said: "No ma'am, I'm trying to learn what your instructions to me are." She said: "It's simple. You let me know where you're going and how long it will take, if I don't tell you you can go, then you wait." I said: "How do I know how long it will take?" Linda said: "I'm going to tell Darlene you are arguing. You estimate it and call me if it changes." Linda said: "So far I have seven missed 'ma'ms', you only addressed me as Miss Linda once out of eight times and you keep arguing. Don't you have anything better to do?" I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda, thank you for the information." She said: "I understand you will be a lot sorrier tonight." I said: "Yes ma'am;" and left. Later she called me: "You should leave now for Lansing and Miller law, its 8:30 I expect you will be there by 9:00." I said: "Thank you Miss Linda." She said: "Remember to call me before you leave them." I said: "Yes ma'am." That night I knew that Darlene had gotten a report from Linda and I was going to get lectured or worse. I, in hindsight, know it was stupid, but I thought if I could convince Darlene how unworkable this was, she would be reasonable. She was already home, so I knelt where she was sitting. I should have known how much trouble I was in by how long I had to kneel before she talked to me. She said: "What do you want?" I said: "Miss Darlene my work is too dynamic to be tied down to a dispatcher." Darlene retorted: "Bill, I'm trying to control where you are. Don't you want to be under my control?" I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene, I do want to be under your control;" and here my house of cards argument collapses. She said: "If you are under my control, isn't it important for me to know where you are." I said: "Yes ma'am." She said: "Don't you think it was nice of Linda to agree to help me." I said: "Yes Miss Darlene it was very nice of Miss Linda to help;" one of the consequences of being married to a lawyer is you don't win too many arguments. Darlene said: "But Bill, you were not very respectful to Linda were you?" I said: "No ma'am." Darlene said: "I gave you an order to respect her didn't I?" I said: "Yes ma'am." She said: "Which of our rules did you break." I said: "I broke rule one Miss Darlene." She said: "Is that an important rule." I said: "Yes ma'am, it's a very important rule." She said: "I think you're up to twenty-five strokes and one hour for breaking rule one, do you regret having been rude to Linda?" I said: "Yes ma'am, I'm very sorry." Darlene said: "Fix dinner for me. You may not eat anything as part of your punishment." I said: "Yes ma'am." I will get a beating that will hurt like hell and probably an outrageous amount of time in the corner. Been there, done that. Don't sulk. I told myself. When Darlene gets into her righteous mood, she could easily decide that I have a bad attitude and pile on more punishment. I fixed something Darlene especially liked. From where she was sitting she could see that I had set the table for her. I went over and knelt and waited. At moments like this my patience grinds, she was doing nothing; and I had to wait. Dinner pleased her and when she finished I removed her plate and cleared the table. She said: "Bring the strap and the gag and lay across the chair." I pulled down my pants and laid across the back of the chair. She fastened the handcuffs and put the gag in my mouth and fastened its strap. She said: "This is not a complicated matter, I gave you an order and you ignored it. You understood it, you argued but you elected to ignore rule one. I can't tolerate you neglecting our constitution which you signed." She stopped talking to focus all her strength into the stroke, which made me tip the chair forward. It felt like a slice was taken out of my butt. I heard her grunt from the effort. She said: "I didn't think I would be whipping you like this months into our relationship." Then I got another mighty whack. Then several more, each it seemed with maximum energy. I could hear her straining and breathing hard. She said: "You can't pick and choose which rules you will obey and which you won't" Then another, and another, each delivered with grunts. She was working herself into a rage and taking it out on my backside. She paused for a second; I think to catch her breath. Then another stroke and another one: she said: "Your reasons for not carrying out my order are stupid and chauvinistic." Then several more and it was finally over. She put the strap on the table and left me fastened to the chair. A little while later she came back and unlocked the handcuffs and removed the strap from around my waist. She said: "Instead of putting you into the corner and let your mind wander over who knows what, You may sit in a comfortable chair here at the table and write rule number one four hundred times; that way I'll know what you're thinking about." I said: "Yes ma'am. It took me almost two hours to write "When Darlene gives me an order, I do it right away and say yes ma'am" four hundred times, it filled both sides of six sheets of paper. I took the sheets and knelt next to Darlene who was watching television. I was being ignored but I so much loved this woman. I started kissing her feet. She took the sheets from me. I looked up. She said: "I didn't say stop kissing." I resumed kissing, then I rose up and kissed the back of her neck, she leaned forward to give me better access. That was encouraging. She said I could remove her stockings and panties. I did and started kissing her thighs; I tried not to go to fast. She was so sexy; I just wanted to keep her warm, then she pulled on my hair and my face was buried in her pussy. She came very quickly but I kept going and after a longer time she came again, by then my hands were holding on to her ass and I didn't want to let go but she pushed me away. She said: "That was very nice. Put the toys away and pick up my underwear." I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was feeling very horny. I wanted her so badly. I put the straps and gag away, in the morning I'll clean them. Then I picked up her panties and pantyhose and went into the bedroom where I put them into the hamper. Then I picked up her jacket and skirt which she dropped on the floor and hung them up. The next morning I sat in front of Linda's desk and apologized for arguing with her. She said: "Did you get punished because of what I told your wife?" I said: "Yes ma'am." Linda said: "What did she do?" I didn't want to answer but after last night: I thought I'd better; I said: "She whipped me and made me write sentences Miss Linda." Linda said: "How did she whip you?" I said: "With a strap, ma'am." Linda said: "Describe how you were punished, I don't want to drag it out piecemeal." I said: "I was fastened to the back of a chair and I got about twenty strokes of a strap, it hurt like hell. I was gagged. Then I had to write four hundred times 'I will do what I'm told and say yes ma'am, Miss Linda'." Linda said: "Do you still have the lines you wrote?" I said: "I don't know ma'am." She said: "Bring them to me if you have them." I said: "Yes ma'am;" I resolved if they weren't shredded yet they would be. When I got home, Darlene said: "Linda wants to see the nice work you did writing rule one four hundred times. I'm sending them to her, please deliver them. I think Linda deserves the same rule one courtesy you show me." I said: "Miss Darlene are you saying I have to do whatever another woman tells me?" She said: "Take your pants down and lean over the chair and we will continue this discussion." I decided I'd better do it. I leaned over the chair with a naked butt. Darlene said: "I told you to further respect Linda by doing what she tells you and saying yes ma'am. What is your response?" I said: "Yes ma'am." She said: "Was that difficult?" I said: "No ma'am, but what if her commands contradict yours?" She said: "Then I will revoke my order. Look Bill, I don't normally explain everything because I shouldn't have to and when I want your opinion I will ask for it, but since you have assumed such a lovely vulnerable position I will explain this time. I only have you for a few hours every day. Linda has you for a longer time. I want you to be totally under women's control. Linda is responsible and we hold similar views and I trust her. We're doing it for your benefit. Now aren't you ashamed for making such a fuss?" I said; "Yes ma'am." She said: "Stay there for half an hour and think about the unnecessary stress you created for me and what a sweet wife you have who explained everything instead of punishing you, when your sentence is up, you may fix dinner for us." After last night I risked a lot objecting. But it's outrageous having to obey Linda, I didn't marry her. Then I thought about what to fix for dinner because Darlene said fix dinner for us. The next morning was difficult for me. I visited Linda and handed over the lines I had written. She examined them and put them into her desk. I said: "What are you going to do with them?" She said: "I'm keeping them, and speak to me politely or you'll be writing a lot more." I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda.: She said: "That was better, now I want to see your pantyhose." I was trapped. I pulled down my pants. She took a picture with her phone. She said: "I want to see your chastity device, pull down your pants. NOW." I pulled them down and she took a picture. Linda in two minutes took control of me. Linda said: "One of the things that has irritated me about you, is you keep looking at my boobs. From now on, you don't look at my boobs at all ever. If you walk in here with shades I'll assume you're looking at my boobs." I said: "Yes ma'am." I don't even remember looking at her boobs, I couldn't say if they were large or anything. But now I wanted to look. I won't, I don't want trouble. Linda said: "The deal is that you have to do what I tell you. Make life easy on yourself and just obey. If you don't, I can create misery for you in different ways. Are we clear?" I said: "Yes ma'am." That morning I took a call at a manufacturing company that had thirty workstations and I upgraded their primary application and I had to visit each workstation. So it was 11:30 when I was about to leave. I called Linda to report I was leaving. She said she wanted me to stop at Taco Bell, which was on my way back, and she gave me her order. I picked up the food and napkins and extra salsa and stuff because I didn't know what she liked. I delivered it to her and spread a napkin on her lap and on her desk and took out the food and placed it for her on her desk. I avoided looking at her so I wouldn't be looking at her boobs. I wanted her to know that I was happy to do things for her. Maybe she will put in a good word with Darlene. Linda said: "I want you to look at my mouse, it keeps skipping." I said: "I will do that for you when I can sit at your desk, Miss Linda." She said: "Wait until I finish my lunch." I said: "Yes ma'am, I will log my call and come back." She said: "You may do that." I examined her mouse and it needed replacing. I told her I wanted to go to our hardware supplier and she approved it. I installed a new large LCD monitor and optical mouse which I purchased. Linda liked what I had done. She said: "Didn't we have the mouse in stock?" I said: "We do, but I wanted to buy you a present." She said: "And the monitor?" I said: "It's bigger and brighter than the CRT that you had. I made a personal decision that it should be upgraded so that's a small gift also." She said: "Are you trying to gain favor with me." I said: "Yes ma'am, but not that only, I want you to know that I appreciate you helping Darlene control me. I subscribe to the program." Linda said: "I'm confused, Darlene is your mistress, you're the slave, and now I get to do what I want with you, and you're grateful?" I said: "I got into this with Darlene voluntarily." She said: "You did it to get into her pants." I said: "That is also true." She said: "So where do we stand?" I said: "I agree to do whatever you tell me, I will address you as Miss Linda, and you don't have to do anything." She said: "Than why did you give me all the fuss." I said: "I'm sorry about all that, I've changed my mind." She said: "You mean your wife changed your mind" I said: "Of course." After that I did lots of errands for Miss Linda. Every morning I clean her keyboard and desk but it hasn't gotten more personal than that. Linda talks to Darlene almost every day. Later in the week, I was fixing Dinner and Darlene said I had a run in my pantyhose. I said I'll put on a new pair. Darlene said: "I told you not to get runs in them. Which rule did you break?" I said: "I think it's rule number one, but Miss Darlene, it's somewhat beyond my control." Darlene said: "You were just careless; part of the lesson of wearing pantyhose is how careful you have to be at all times to not snag them. I warned you that you would get punished for running them. So you don't get any dinner and you will go over the chair after dinner and after you clean up." I said: "Yes ma'am." I was really hungry and the aroma of sauteing onions had me salivating. I fixed dinner and served it to Darlene. I tried to look penitent, but Darlene just looked angry and determined. She liked the food okay, but it didn't seem to help my case. After dinner with my pantyhose and underpants around my ankles and my wrists handcuffed to the chair, I listened to Darlene work herself up about the great sin I committed by snagging my pantyhose. She said: "Putting pantyhose on you was to subdue your behavior, but the only thing that affects your behavior is this strap." That was the first time I heard any of that. She slashed four or five times and she grunted with each stroke. It was unbearably painful. She said: "I expect you to show care after I have warned you." Then five more hard strokes: I would have been begging her to stop or ease up but I was gagged. Having trouble with her breathing she said: "You have developed a belief that you don't have to do what I tell you. We can't go on like that." I got five more terrible strokes. I could hear the anger in her voice. But what got my attention was the pain she was causing me. It was hard not to struggle and maybe turn over the chair or something, it was agonizing. She said: "You will learn to obey every instruction I give you." I got five or six more awful strokes. I tried to push the gag out so I could scream but my tongue wasn't strong enough. And it was over because she dropped the strap on the table. She put a wet towel on my behind and another one for the backs of my legs. It felt soothing, the throbs of pain mellowed. She caressed my head and planted a kiss on my forehead. She unlocked the handcuffs and removed the gag and strap holding me to the chair. I went to my knees and kissed her feet. She said: "Get up." I did and she hugged me and I hugged back. She said: "You got such a hard beating for running your pantyhose. I ran mine today also." I said: "I'll try not to run the next pair because I know what to expect if I do." She said: "You've learned your lesson but your punishment is not over." I said: "Yes ma'am." Darlene said: "Corner in a dark room for an evil boy." I brought Darlene the handcuffs and collar. She put them on me and led me to the corner in the bed room and snapped me to the hook. She closed the door and left me. The pain from the strapping was abating. She didn't say how long I had to stand here. I could barely hear the TV dialog. Concentrating on it made the time seem to move faster. The worst part is I really didn't know what caused the run. I didn't know what I could do to avoid a run in the future. Each time I violate the same rule, Darlene bumps up the punishment. Running pantyhose is right up there with sins like not doing chores or ignoring requests. A few days after the run in the pantyhose; I fixed dinner and Darlene enjoyed the food, and I cleaned up and knelt in front of Darlene and said: "Miss I would like a change in our constitution." Darlene said: "You may not make such a request, but I'm interested in what you have in mind." I said: "I would like you to distinguish failure due to inability or happenstance different from disobedience. I'm not suggesting that I shouldn't be punished in either case but there is a difference;" I would have given examples but she's a lawyer and she can understand. She said: "Why should I care?" I said: "You have a policy of increasing the punishment for each repeated occurrence of a violation of a rule. That policy is a good deterrent to prevent repeated offenses against a rule. But rule number one says to me that I will do what you tell me, there is no guarantee that I will be able to, no matter how hard I try. Trying and failing is not the same as not trying." She said: "I will consider the matter. This is about the run in the pantyhose?" I said: "Yes ma'am." She said: "Does it have to do with me telling you I ran mine also." I said: "No ma'am, not at all." I said: "May I make an example." She said: "Go ahead." I said: "You say wash the floor, and I say yes ma'am and wash the floor, but you see that I missed a spot. I consider that unacceptable and accept the consequence. But compare that to: You say wash the floor and I say I don't want to. Are those two the same thing?" She said: "I will consider your concerns. Meanwhile I think you're worried about running your pantyhose. I think it's good you're worried, that's why you were strapped." I said: "Thank you, ma'am." Darlene added rule eleven to our constitution. I will always strive for excellence. Darlene demands maximum effort. She will decide if it was made. Once again I may have asked for the wrong thing. Darlene has taken to making sure the cleaning is perfect. I have given Darlene license to spank me for virtually anything. Recently its been for squeezing too many brassieres into a drawer making it impossible for her to remove only one, the kitchen counter was wet, there were too many opened bottles in the refrigerator, one of her shoes had a broken buckle discovered when she was putting it on; such offences occur about once per week. Darlene has decided that the punishment for rule eleven should be based on each kind of failure. Wet kitchen sink only increase with wet kitchen sink, etc. So she has made life a little less nerve racking. I mind an across the knee paddling less than one of her marathon strappings. A few nights later, Darlene told me after dinner that I will be staying with one of the law partners of her firm. Darlene said: "Your training has progressed so well, I don't want it to regress. Francine has been a very good friend to me and she is willing to supervise you while I'm in New York." I said: "Miss Darlene may I ask questions?" She said: "I have to take a deposition on a case I'm working on. I told Francine how we were coming along and that I didn't want to go because you have made so much progress, and Francine, please call her Miss Francine, said you could stay with her." I said: "I have never met her." Darlene said: "You will of course meet her. She will maintain the same environment we have here. You will fix breakfast and dinner; you will clean her apartment, and do whatever she tells you. I'm lending her our toys so she will discipline you if it's necessary and of course she will tell me everything that happens. I expect you to make me proud." Darlene said: "I expect a proper rule number one response from you." I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Darlene." She said: "I considered restraining you while I was gone but you couldn't go to work and if I was delayed, I don't know what I would have done. So this is an ideal solution." I said: "Miss Darlene, do I have to wear the pantyhose while I'm staying with Miss Francine?" Darlene said: "Yes of course, this is not a vacation for you." I said: "Yes ma'am." Normally we are very chatty couple but at dinner that night almost nothing was said. ( Part 3 on the DOMestic blog this evening - http://u4ds.com/ ) * * * next message * * * Re: S: Bill's Warning - part two http://u4ds.com/2010/02/bills_warning_-_part_two.shtml Date: 22 Feb 2010 23:56:03 -0000 From: tootsie Bill, this is a wonderful story. If true, it is inspirational. If fiction or fantasy, it is still inspirational as it shows your head is in the right place and it offers a good plan for others to follow and share with their partner. Thank you and keep writing! tootsie * * * next message * * * S: Jim's Story - part twelve http://u4ds.com/2010/02/jims_story_-_part_twelve.shtml Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500 From: randolphus Jim's Story by randolphus first part linked here on blog part twelve - Jim's not so welcome home Kathleen said: "Let's go Jim, I have all your stuff here." Then Kathleen asked: "Are they very strict here?" I said: "Not as strict as you are Miss Kathleen." Kathleen squeezed my arm and said: "I understand you were beaten and spanked twice. What did you do to deserve that?" I realized Kathleen probably had access to everything so I said: "Because of that signing incident I got a demerit, then when the instructor came into the room, I didn't greet her along with everyone else, I got a demerit, then one of the staff said I looked at her while I was shampooing her. I got a very hard strapping for that." Kathleen asked about the other demerits. I told her I got one demerit for missing a problem on a quiz, but I didn't know why I got the others. Kathleen said: "I will call Ms. Schmid and find out why." I said: "I think I was framed by one of the staff who wanted to spank me." Kathleen said: "She just wanted to spank you?" I said: "She made me do other services." Kathleen said: "What services?" I said: "Dressing and undressing, and toilet services. They seemed to know I had been trained." Kathleen said: "I figure you will get a really good beating when we get home. I haven't heard any Miss or ma'am. But I will really give you something to remember if you don't tell me exactly what happened, now." I said: "I'm sorry Miss Kathleen. I spent a considerable amount of time on my knees in front of two of the staff." Kathleen said: "Just wait until Sarah, hears this. I wouldn't want to be you when she gets a cane in her hand." I said: "Yes ma'am." We were almost home at that point. I jumped out of the car when we pulled up and opened the door for Miss Kathleen. I actually curtseyed. When we got inside Kathleen told me to put away the contents of the bag and then report to her. I was still overjoyed to be home. I knew it was going to be difficult. I went to Miss Kathleen's bedroom and curtseyed at the door. She had taken off her skirt and blouse and pointed to the stocks. She looked so hot, I fastened my ankles and leaned over the bar and put my head and hands on the lower support. She fastened the top. She fastened the belt. Then she unlocked the chain and pulled my girdle down. She pulled the curtains closed. Turned off the light, closed the door and went out. After my joy at being home cooled somewhat because of the pain in my shoulders and hunger and thirst, and having been in the stocks for nearly two hours, Kathleen came in and said: "I haven't decided your punishment yet. So don't think that this beating is going to be it. But I think you deserve this. Do you remember the spanking rules?" I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen." I don't think Kathleen had ever struck me with the venom she expressed with her strap. I screamed: "Thank you Miss Kathleen one stroke." The belt bit into my skin and wrapped around to cut my sides. I didn't think I could take too many of these. I screamed again: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, two strokes." She moved to the other side, and I could hear her grunting with the effort, but I knew that if I didn't count I would get it again, but how can I keep taking this. "Thank you Miss Kathleen, three strokes." After I screamed "twenty strokes", Kathleen said: "I'd like to give you two hundred, but I'm leaving it to Sarah." She turned off the lights and left me. I was sniffling if not crying. I had never been beaten like that. I felt like parts of me were broken. I was sore, from my waist to half way down my leg, my shoulders were sore. And I was even more hungry and thirsty. Several more hours later Sarah had come home and she and Kathleen came to visit me. Sarah had a cane in her hand. I said: "Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen, may I talk?" Sarah said: "Go ahead." I said: "I realize what I did was not good and I deserve to be punished and I am at your mercy and I'm not asking for leniency. I beg you to understand that I was chained. I had a collar, a woman held a leash attached to the collar, and I was handcuffed. That woman had the key to the chains and the handcuffs." Sarah said: "Very well, hold this cane in your mouth. We're going out to dinner and we will discuss what to do with you. It would be a bad idea to drop the cane." The lights went out and I hung there: forlorn, in pain, hungry and thirsty. And I'll be here a lot longer, and probably get a lot sorer I thought. I tried to doze but the discomfort kept intruding. It was much later when the goddesses returned. Because the cane was in my mouth, moisture kept dripping out, and there was a little puddle under me, of course the cane was wet. Sarah said: "I think he's still somewhat obedient." Kathleen said: "Give him a good beating and let's leave him here." Sarah said: "You're getting twenty-five hard strokes from this cane. You will thank me and count each stroke or you will get it again. Are you ready?" What if I said no? I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Sarah" Then thwack! I really screamed: "Thank you Miss Sarah, one stroke." Thwack! I had barely finished counting: "I can't take it Thank you Miss Sarah, two strokes." Sarah said: "Are you surprised that it hurts. We can all share the pain." Thwack: I screeched: "Thank you Miss Sarah, three strokes." I discovered I could take an even higher level of pain. When Sarah was finished, I was so happy the stroking had stopped, that I nearly forgot Kathleen's suggestion of leaving me here. I hung there and muttered: "Thank you Miss Sarah, thank you Miss Sarah," for a minute. Meanwhile they left and turned off the lights. I must have fallen asleep. It wasn't morning yet, but the air was cold. Kathleen was in her bed asleep. I was numb. My limbs no longer had feeling. I started to flex what little I could and I felt the sting of the blood flowing back in. Will I ever get out of this? I tried to go back to sleep. Should I beg Kathleen to let me out? I decided to be a martyr. The more punishment I got the more I would be forgiven, I reasoned. I kept telling myself it will be over. Can they stay mad at me forever? But the most important point was: what was my responsibility in a situation like that? The only guilt I had was that I did not mind bringing those ladies off. I guess I deserve what I get, but I'll take ten times as much for them to be happy with me again. So I waited, and waited. I deserve to be sore, hungry and thirsty I thought; I'm doing it for Sarah and Kathleen. Kathleen woke up. And oh my God, she was naked. She got up and released the latch holding the top frame, my neck and arms could move, and she released the waist strap. I undid the ankle straps and waited for her instructions. She said: "Find my robe." I was so happy: "Yes ma'am." The room was a mess, but I saw the robe and I got it and put it on her. She went to the toilet and I was right there on my knees. I would have licked it all up if she wanted me to. But I just patted her dry. It was only two weeks ago she showed me how. Kathleen said: "Did you enjoy your night in the stocks?" I said: "If you begin to forgive me, I will say it was a wonderful night." Kathleen said: "Consider it a down payment." I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen." Kathleen said: "I want a bath, I want my hair washed, I want to be dressed, and I want this room cleaned, this house vacuumed, and dinner cooked." I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen." I bathed her, I never felt so much love and tenderness, and I wondered if my shampooing expertise benefited her. I dressed her as if I had been doing it for years. Fastening her garters was still a thrilling experience. I made her breakfast and stood at attention while she ate it. I stood very close to her and I felt kinship form again. While she read the newspaper and drank more coffee, I cleaned her room, scrubbed the bathtub, sink, and toilet, polished the mirrors, vacuumed, hung up her clothes, very carefully sniffed her panties and put them into the hamper. I came into the kitchen and curtsied and stood awaiting instructions. She finished reading something. Kathleen said: "I'm going into the family room; I want you to find the punishment book and bring it to me." I said: "Yes ma'am" and curtsied. I found the book and kneeled in front of her and offered the book to her. She told me to write into the book that I committed adultery. I wrote what she said; I looked up at her and realized too late, that I wasn't allowed to. So I wrote that I looked up when I was kneeling in front of her. I handed the book back to Kathleen. She said that there were more chores to do but after the chores, the remainder of the morning and afternoon would be to settle our accounts. I got busy. I did in Sarah's bedroom (it used to be OURS) what I had done in Kathleen's. Then I did the kitchen, straightened everywhere and vacuumed everywhere. I was so eager to place myself in Kathleen's hands that I didn't dust or change linens, but all that will wait. I went to Kathleen's room, and curtseyed and went in and stood waiting for instructions. Kathleen said I could remove her blouse and skirt. I did and hung them up. Then she motioned me back to the stocks, and I fastened my ankles. She came over right away and fastened my waist and lowered the top frame and locked it. She said: "You will go into the stocks every day after chores and receive various whippings. Today it will be a progressing beating with paddles, straps and canes." Miss Kathleen said: "We will start with this wooden paddle. You may know it already." And the paddle smacked into my butt with a loud report, but I was day-dreaming, Kathleen said, "who's counting, here comes the first stroke." I said: "thank you Miss Kathleen, that's one stroke." I never realized women could be so exacting. She kept me counting and I got thirty actual whacks but the count was twenty-five. Then I had to wait an hour. Kathleen held the cane Sarah had used to torture me. Kathleen outdid Sarah, I heard her make little grunts. I counted 20 of those but I got 22 or 23. I was blubbering when she finished. She came back an hour later with a strap that was doubled over. I counted 25 of those but I know I got more than 30. I had trouble controlling myself. I had the hiccups, my nose was running and I was sobbing. An hour later she returned with a riding crop. I got to 15 of those but I lost count, I couldn't remember Kathleen's name and she took mercy, I probably got 20. I waited another hour and Kathleen released me. She half carried me to her bed. She later told me I had become delirious and kept begging her to stop beating me. She let me recover on her bed. I fixed dinner and I was so happy they let me serve. Kathleen said: "You may clear the table, after you clean the kitchen, report to us in the family room." I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen." I hurried through the chores and went into the family room. I curtseyed twice. Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs and the book." I said; "Yes ma'am;" And curtseyed twice. I returned, curtseyed twice and handed the handcuffs and book over. Kathleen handcuffed my hands behind me and pointed to the corner where I went and sat on the floor. Sarah said: "We have been discussing your punishment for betraying us." Kathleen said: "You will go on a subsistence diet for one week. And when you are not working you will be placed into the stocks and receive various beatings. You will sleep with restraints on the floor." Sarah said: "We will let you do your chores, but to enforce the diet, you will wear a gag when not under supervision." Sarah said: "You may speak." I said: "I will gladly take any punishment to be forgiven." Sarah said: "We haven't discussed forgiveness yet. Next week we will talk again." Kathleen said: "During this period you will always wear a collar. Also any punishment you earn will be doubled." I quietly said: "Yes ma'am." Kathleen said: "I will put you to bed now." I got up and curtseyed to Sarah and followed Kathleen. We went into her bedroom and she removed the chain and asked me if I wanted to go to the toilet, I went. Then she fastened the snap on my collar to a chain hanging from the clothes bar in her closet. Kathleen said: "You will stand here until I go to bed." She turned off the light and closed the door. I stood in the darkness feeling discarded. Several hours later, the door opened and Kathleen unsnapped me from the top of the chain and fastened me to the bottom and I could lie down. She came back and covered me. The lights went out and the door closed. I woke early the next morning, forgetting for a moment where I was. It was pitch black inside of Kathleen's closet. When I inhaled deeply I could sense her aroma. After a short time the door opened and a luxuriantly naked Kathleen unsnapped me from the chain and said I had to get Sarah ready. I stood up and the handcuffs were removed. I curtseyed to Miss Kathleen. I rinsed the coffee pot, it had mold in it. And I started the coffee; I went upstairs, knocked, entered, curtseyed. I bent and kissed my wife. She opened her eyes, then responded to the kiss. I got her bathrobe and slippers. She asked where the coffee was and I told her I would get it. I curtseyed for her when I left and again when I came back with the coffee. She said she had missed me. I said I missed being here and I missed her very much. On my knees in between her legs, patting her dry made me think that things were back to normal until Sarah said: "You've been in the kitchen." I said: "Yes ma'am, I made the coffee." Sarah said: "You should be gagged, did you eat anything?" I said: "No Miss Sarah, I didn't eat or drink anything." Sarah said: "I can't let you go downstairs by yourself unless you are gagged." I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll go down with you." Sarah said: "I want you to go down and fix my breakfast, but you are not allowed to eat anything." I said: "Yes ma'am. I won't." Sarah said: "But I won't know that, you must be gagged." I said: "Yes ma'am, how shall I get gagged." Sarah said: "Would you like my panties in your mouth and my bra wrapped and knotted around your head?" I said: "Oh yes ma'am." Sarah found the panties she wore yesterday and the brassiere, they were green and she placed her panties in my mouth and used the bra to hold it in. It was a good thing I was wearing the girdle. I went down and prepared the yoghurt and granola and orange juice for Sarah. I toyed with ideas of how to get the newspaper in my 'adorned' state. Sarah came down and I had to stand while she ate the breakfast. Sarah said: "After mom replaces the panties with a proper gag, I want you to wash them and the bra by hand, and it would be nice to iron them too. Why don't you look in the hamper for more of my undies and my hose too. That way I know you were thinking of me while you are doing that. It would be sweet of you to do that for mom too. Tell her I recommend it for you. It will help rehabilitate our relationship." I couldn't talk so I just curtseyed. Sarah reached out and took my hand and said: "We will come through this." And hugged me. I was so happy to have Sarah caress me like that. I was so horny from having Sarah's panties in my mouth. I helped Sarah get on her jacket and coat. Then I brought coffee to Miss Kathleen. I did the curtsy, placed the coffee on the night table and waited. Miss Kathleen had fallen back to sleep. I had learned that I must wait at this point. I'm accustomed to waiting. Finally Miss Kathleen woke up and looked at me and laughed. She said: "Sarah gagged you?" I nodded because I couldn't talk. The coffee probably was no longer hot, so I tried to gesticulate that I needed to get her a fresh cup. She ignored me, took the cup and we went to the toilet. She removed the bra and panties and said that I would have a proper gag later. After that I dressed her. Kathleen said: "Find the book." I did and knelt in front of her, careful not to look up. Kathleen asked: "Did Sarah have any recommendations?" I said: "Miss Sarah has requested that I hand wash her panties, bras and stockings, and iron them. She also said I should do the same for yours." Kathleen said: "That will be very nice. I think it well help focus your mind." I said: "Yes ma'am." And I had some cynical thoughts about the labor involved. I fixed Kathleen's breakfast under her supervision. Kathleen said: "You are being put on a Spartan diet as a punishment for your adultery. So when you are not under supervision or restraint you will have to be gagged. And it is your responsibility to have the gag. You didn't ask for it this morning so as a punishment I'm not going to let you have any breakfast. Maybe tomorrow morning you will beg for it." I said: "Yes ma'am." I thought the harsher they treat me the quicker they will forgive me. Kathleen said: "Come with me, we will fit you out in style." I followed her into the bedroom, and she sat on her chair and pointed to the floor in front of her. I knelt down. Kathleen said: "Take off my pants." I pulled down Kathleen's panties, and waited for her, I thought I knew what was coming. She took me by the hair and hauled me into her. She came really fast but she still had my hair so I didn't stop and she let go after I think she came again. I just knelt there enjoying being there. Kathleen said: "Put my pants back on." I said: "Yes ma'am." And I wanted to kiss her thighs and hug her. Kathleen got up and found the gag she was looking for and I opened my mouth, in it went and she locked it with a small key in the back. Kathleen said: "You have to clean the kitchen, and the bathrooms, make the beds, and do some hand laundry. You better get started. There is a long punishment session this afternoon for you." I curtseyed and left. 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