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October 31, 2009

Jim's Story - part two

Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus


Jim's Story by randolphus

part two - first part linked here


Kathleen said: "It is no longer a question of your role here as
the husband. You will be a domestic live-in. Like a maid. You
will be very closely supervised."

"Do I have any say in this? What will Sarah say?" I asked.

Kathleen said: "I've talked to Sarah and she was going to
divorce you but I convinced her we could make use of a sex
pervert."

I was dumbfounded; I thought we had a good marriage. I couldn't
believe Sarah was going to divorce me. "You're lying," I yelled
at Kathleen.

In an instant she was attacking me, slapping and punching. I
tried to grab her and pin her arms and we fell to the floor. She
ended up on top and started slapping me yelling: "You never talk
to me that way, you scum." The slaps were coming harder then
suddenly she jumped off and ran into the kitchen.

She came and jumped on me still lying on the floor, and started
shoving a cake of soap into my mouth. At first I was caught by
surprise and the soap was between my teeth and I tried to get it
out, I finally succeeded but bits had broken off and were in my
teeth and throat. This tasted terrible and made me feel
nauseous. I got up to get some water.

I had no fight left in me, I just wanted to get the taste out of
my mouth. Kathleen followed me: "Not so fast Jim, I want to know
if you now regret being so rude to me?"

I couldn't say anything because my throat and mouth were burning
and it was all too much, it was making me feel nauseous...

She continued: "This is a punishment for little children, but
maybe it will help you remember who you're talking to. I will
wash your mouth out whenever you speak to me disrespectfully.
Do you understand?"

I didn't answer because my mouth had an awful taste and my
throat hurt.

She pushed me into the counter and screamed: "When I ask you a
question you answer me." Then she slapped me twice.

I was feeling sick and I couldn't answer and I didn't even know
what she was asking.

I began crying. Then she grabbed me and half carried and dragged
me into the family room and shoved me onto the floor.

I laid there and sniffled. She sat on the sofa across from me. I
could see her shapely legs and her legs were spread just wide
enough so I was getting aroused again.

She began to talk in a nice conciliatory tone: "I'm sorry that
soap didn't agree with you. But I want you to become a good
servant. My methods are very strict and at times painful. But it
will get the results we need. You life here won't be too bad.
You will have lots of housework to do, Sarah and I will make
personal demands, but you can handle all of that in half your
time. We will travel together, you'll have two women on your
arms, and you'll get good food, not a bad life."

I listened to her amazed at the change in tone. Suddenly I heard
that maybe Sarah wasn't leaving: "You mean Sarah won't divorce
me?" I asked.

In the same pleasant tone she replied: "Sarah could not put up
with your attitude any longer and was or I should say is
planning a divorce. I told her I would change your attitude and
life here would be different. She said she would wait and see.
What I have in mind for you is that you will be totally
dependent on us and in exchange we will be able to use you how
we wish. All you have to do is agree to this arrangement."

I said: "I'll do anything to not lose Sarah."

Kathleen said: "That's very sweet, but let me be clear, you have
already lost her. It may be possible to persuade her to keep
you. Do you understand that you may not possess her or me. But
we may possess you. This is a great privilege for you. I hope
you can live up to it."

I said: "Tell me what I have to do."

Kathleen smiled, "It's very simple, do exactly what Sarah or I
tell you to do. It's a great honor and keep that attitude 24/7.
I will have many tasks and rules for you which you will learn or
suffer as you have this morning. Are you ready to get started?"

"Yes," I said.

"Let's get started with 'Yes madam', and when you address me
it's 'Miss Kathleen', understand?" she asked.

"Yes, madam," I corrected.

"Let's check my room and the vacuuming I asked you to do," she
said.

"Yes madam", I said.

She smiled and helped me up. She walked around her room,
examining the counters and looked in her closet and seemed to be
pleased.

I was very affected by this ability to please her. "I'm going
crazy," I thought. "I don't want any more soap or slaps," I
further thought. But if avoiding punishment was the goal I could
just leave. But I stayed.

She said: "I'm pleased with what you did here, it shows exactly
the initiative I require. If you do everything with enthusiasm
and creativity, I won't have to be hard on you. But remember I
am very strict and very attentive to detail, and I don't mind
making you suffer to get what I want."

She said: "To get off on the right foot, I'm going to give you
several experiences that will impress upon you the environment
we will have. Please pull your pants down."

I hesitated for an instant and when I saw another slap coming I
hastily pulled down my trousers. She then sat down on a chair
and patted her lap. I hesitated and I could see she was getting
impatient and then I crawled over her lap.

She had picked up one of her shoes and started whacking away. I
couldn't help struggling and screaming but she carried on. I
felt I must be bleeding and broken but finally she stopped and
rubbed my butt with her hand. It felt like it was all there.

"That was an introductory lesson, one of the rules is that
whenever you get a spanking, you will then stand in the corner
to think about why you got spanked. I want you to think about
how you talked to me, and what further punishment would be
appropriate. When your corner time is up we will discuss it,"
she conversationally said.

I was completely at a loss for words. I was putty in this
woman's hands. I had become incredibly sexually aroused and felt
such lust for her. "Whatever she wants to do to me is okay," I
thought. I had traveled to another world, lying across her warm
lap begging her to stop spanking me, she totally owned me. "Have
I fallen in love with her?"

"Now get up and stand in that corner there across from my bed.
Don't pull up your pants, it is a humiliation for you and maybe
a titillation for me. Whenever I put you in the corner, there is
no talking and no moving. Resolve yourself that you are there to
think about your behavior which got you there and commit to
improving it."

Here I was, an executive merely five days ago, and now my mother-
in-law had me standing in the corner in her bedroom with my
pants around my ankles. I could hear her moving around behind
me. I tried not to move, I guess I was going to try to "improve
my behavior."

I couldn't determine how long I stood there, she left the room,
then came back, I thought she would let me out, then she left
again, this happened several times. "What kind of further
punishment should I ask for?" I wondered. These and other
thoughts kept going through my mind. My legs and back were
getting sore but I didn't move. She had said not to!

Kathleen came very close behind me. She placed her hand on my
behind and asked me, "Does it still hurt?"

I said: "Not much thank you Madam."

She kissed me on the neck and said: "I'm so proud of how you
have changed your attitude. You will make Sarah and me very
happy. Okay no more talking, you have another half hour to go
and remember no moving."

I didn't think I could stand another half hour but to please
this woman I would stand there for the rest of my life. Then I
heard: "You may turn around now."

I saw her sitting in the chair where I got spanked, her skirt
was hiked up and she looked so desirable. I could see her
panties, and her breasts where straight out. She looked so
powerful.

She said: "Come here and kneel in front of me."

I had the opportunity to look up her skirt but I didn't out of
respect and just looked at her knees.

She grasped my hair and placed my head between her knees and
squeezed. I had never been in such an erotic situation before, I
had trouble breathing. It was somewhat dark but I was caught in
this incredible place, maybe I can even smell her. We stayed in
that position for what seemed like a long time.

"What punishment shall I mete out to someone who behaved as you
did?" she asked me.

I couldn't speak nor think for that matter because I was so
aroused.

She asked again and her tone was getting harder and impatient.

I tried composing myself, "Madame I will do anything you ask,
I'll stand in the corner all night, you can beat me until I
bleed, I'll do chores from morning to night. Anything you wish."

"I am very pleased with your new attitude," she said, while she
stroked my cheek, where earlier she had slapped me.

"Are you good with tools?" she asked me.

I said "yes ma'am, I can fix cars and bikes, do electrical
wiring and carpentry."

"I don't have anything so complicated in mind," she said.

She opened a drawer and took out a ring bolt with a long screw
attached.

"I want you to attach it to the wall so it won't pull out," she
said.

"Where would you like it Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

"Can you tell where there is a stud?" she asked.

"There is an outlet here on the wall, and usually they are
attached to a stud on one side, Miss Kathleen," I said.

"Stand in the corner here," she said. She made a small pencil
mark on the wall above my shoulder. "I want it at this height
fastened strongly, understand?"

"Yes ma'am," I said.

She left. I got my stud finder and some tools and screwed it
into the wall, I had to use a screwdriver in the ring to wind
the last inch into the wall. It wasn't going to come loose no
matter what it was for, "I should have asked what it was for," I
thought.

read part three here

2009-10-31 ( 13 edited messages )


# Re: C: semi-public humiliation ideas?
# Re: C: chastity for small penis? x 5
# C: Chastity cloud nine - Goddess addiction
# Re: C: food and body size control in Ds
# Re: C: strap ons and males left hanging
# Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
# C: Mistress and her maid - part eight
# C: Study of Femdom-related Arousal
# S: Jim's Story - part one

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Re: C: semi-public humiliation ideas?
Date: 19 Oct 2009 22:13:59 -0000
From: kinkmarshall


shywon wrote:

>Take him to MR S leathers on 8th? street and show him all the
>scary dildos and other fun equipment, have him try on some
>tight shorts, halters etc


I have been on my hands and knees several times over the past
few years in Mr S, Ms S (same store) and Stormy Leather with my
Wife/Mistress. It is accepted by everyone there but is very
humiliating for me.

Mistress usually chimes in when the right people are around and
she can verbally humiliate me in front of them. It works on me!

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Re: C: chastity for small penis?
Date: 18 Oct 2009 22:41:01 -0000
From: mech66666


Danielle wrote:

>Does anyone know if the CB 6000 will work any better on really
>small penises


i have the cb60000 and it is pretty secure but, my penis is a
shrinker, and soft is only about 2-3 inches, so it is possible
to pull out the back.

i tried to add the inserts from ksd using the #3 size, the one
that makes the opening the smallest, it really helps, but it
will still wiggle out the back.

maybe a belt type would work? but they are pretty expensive.

mech66666

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Re: C: chastity for small penis?
From: Vicki
Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2009 03:28:22 +0000


Danielle,

Try the exobelt v series. That will work well for smaller
clitties.

Vicki

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Re: C: chastity for small penis?
Date: 20 Oct 2009 09:51:52 -0000
From: subdomonic


Miss Danielle,

i am pretty tiny as well and am about to buy the CB6000s which
is a very short tube to fit the CB series. You may buy either
the whole unit or just a smaller cage. (links display on blog)

i hope that this helps


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Re: C: chastity for small penis?
Date: 21 Oct 2009 00:20:10 -0000
From: slaveboy


Danielle wrote:

>his penis is so small that it won't stay locked on -snip- one
>half inch when flaccid


Hi Danielle, we can make a custom sized device just for you.
Please visit us at chastityheaven to see all our models. We just
went public today with our new, much more professional website!
Please check it out.

Custom sized is the answer for his penis size. Plus, there is no
comparison between the comfort of stainless steel and the
discomfort of plastic... your cage, if purchased from us, will
be custom made by a fine craftsman. We've been told they are
works of art.

I am still in mine after more than 4 months and it's still just
as comfortable now as it was when I put it on on June 15th! I
could never do that in my CB-2000 or Curve.

Independent reviews will be coming out in the coming weeks and
months, and I will keep readers updated when they do, but trust
me, a device from us will serve your needs well. Thanks!

Thanks,
sb

chastityheaven

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Re: C: chastity for small penis?
Date: 31 Oct 2009 02:51:44 -0000
From: Trained


Danielle wrote:

>anyone know if the CB 6000 will work any better on really small
>penises, i.e., one half inch when flaccid.


For a small penis you might need to resort to a piercing to hold
it in place. My penis is about that size, and if I try I can
push it all in when flaccid, so escape would be easy. A piercing
in the end of the penis would be required to keep the penis in
any cage.

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C: Chastity cloud nine - Goddess addiction
Date: 30 Oct 2009 00:21:45 -0000
From: slaveboy


In "Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think
It Is
" I wrote:

>Ever experience "tingling" throughout your whole body along
>with sexual or sensual thoughts?

David replied:

>This always happens to me when I'm subjected to prolonged
>arousal without ejaculation being permitted. It's the best and
>probably the only 'buzz' I get without chemicals, and as I only
>use tobacco and alcohol, and do not want to seek out any other
>chemical "buzz" I highly recommend the buzz or high from
>prolonged "prickteasing"


David, I have been meaning to reply to this since I read it. I'm
so glad to hear this. I have been on cloud nine a lot recently
and I almost feel as if I'm floating at times. I can be out
grocery shopping and see an attractive woman, or I can be home
with my wife and I get such a strong "high" that it really feels
like a drug.

It has only gotten stronger. Going on four and a half months of
chastity.

I'm becoming addicted to it and it is teaching me the art of
equanimity, accepting my Mistress' decisions without much regard
for what I might want. I feel very malleable and even tempered.

I have found that I really can put my Mistress' wishes before my
own and do so with an even temperament, caring little for my own
wants. It has turned my Mistress into my Goddess. Pleasing her
has become a goal in and of itself.

I would have thought that longer term chastity would be
extremely frustrating, but that seemed to pass as these natural
high feelings have taken over much of my day. It's like being in
a good mood almost constantly

It's a good thing to feel this way and it's a great thing to see
how long term chastity also affects my Wife. She seems to be
really enjoying herself. She recently decided to (once again)
have me sleep on a mat on the floor at the foot of her bed for a
better night's sleep (for her, of course).

private emails also welcome
sb

chastityheaven

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Re: C: food and body size control in Ds
Date: 20 Oct 2009 02:57:11 -0000
From: Sooxa


JockTrainee190 wrote:

>I'm a gay man and have extensive experience in having my food
>and body size controlled by dom gay-bi male trainers and would
>very much like to talk about it with someone.


Hey JockTrainee190, well I am woman and I see that you need
someone to talk to about your experiences, I think you want to
talk about this with another person who is passing by this
too... but if you want I may help you, if not it's fine.

take care, see ya!

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Re: C: strap ons and males left hanging
Date: 28 Oct 2009 14:57:18 -0000
From: slaveboy chastityheaven


Madamplz wrote:

>repost it for me and I'll give it my fullest attention.


Thanks, but I've apparently deleted it. Oh, well... :-(

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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
From: Madamplz
Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:00:40 EDT


pussikat steve wrote:

>What about a job as a shoe salesman?

Christine replied:

>I assume that was a joke.


Actually, I was going to write in that I'd met a submissive with
a foot/shoe fetish at an upscale department store. I think I may
have posted about it here quite a long time ago.

He used to fall all over himself trying to serve me, positioning
himself in what appeared to him to be my path, which I
frequently changed just to see for how long he would follow me
around waiting to be asked to get a pair of shoes for me to try
on.

When he would put the shoes on my feet he became very
deliberate, (ritualistic, in fact) in the way he would kneel at
my feet, hold my foot, slide the shoe on, etc. Even his
positioning at my feet was very deliberate - eyes down, knees
slightly parted, etc.

A vanilla woman probably would not have noticed but I'm certain
any dominant woman would've picked up on that naughty boy's self-
indulgence.

I'd imagine if the submissive was subservient enough and
attractive enough to the lady that it might be a productive way
to meet a dominant woman.

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C: Mistress and her maid - part eight
From: sissy maid wendy
Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:36:08 +0000


Mistress and her maid - part eight

First part is at:- Wonderful visit - Mistress and her maid


Since the last visit the sissy maid had been required not to
have an orgasm, masturbation was permitted but no finishing, so
to speak.

The first three or four days were very hard, but as the days
went on it seemed very natural not to cum without her owner's
permission and not to have an orgasm without a member of the
superior sex being present.

On the last occasion when the maid broke this rule she received
50 strokes of the cane/whip/crop from her owner. This was to be
50 for each of the three orgasms - so Madam maintained a further
100 up her sleeve, so to speak, for any future opportunity she
just felt like punishing her maid.

The maid wanted very much to please her owner, so with her
Mistress' permission she purchased a present for her owner. She
chose a red satin blouse and 10 pairs of panties in Madam's
size, the panties ranged from every day type to sheer and very
sexy, in many colours. The maid also purchased a bottle of pink
champagne and some cheese to serve to her Mistress.

The maid arrived and quickly placed most of the items in the
kitchen before joining her Mistress in the lounge for today's
instructions.

The maid was to clean the two dungeons, and have them ready for
use.

The maid was to dress in the traditional uniform.

The maid was to first dress in full uniform and report to her
owner. The maid lit Madam's cigarette and poured Madam her
champagne.

Before starting work the maid was taken to the front room by her
owner.

Madam, with no nonsense, ordered the maid to bend over the
bench. As the sissy bent over the bench her owner went to the
rack and selected a cane.

Madam then returned and slowly raised the maid's dress and
frilly slips to expose the sissy's bare bottom. With the maid in
high heels black stockings and suspenders - the maid's bottom
looked a very attractive site for the receiving of the cane.
Madam stroked the maid's bottom with her hands and then applied
a series of open handed spankings, around 15 or so to warm the
maid's bottom up for what would come next.

Madam delivered six firm strokes of the cane for one simple
reason - to show the sissy who was boss and the owner of the
maid, including her very full sissy balls that had not now been
emptied for ten days. With the sissy's balls so very full, and
the strokes of the cane, the maid felt so controlled by her
owner and also almost in tears.

Madam's cane slid between the sissy's legs, sliding over her
very very full smooth and freshly shaven sissy's scrotum.

As Madam applied each stroke to the maid's bottom, her sissy
legs buckled, she whimpered, and her eyes swelled. The sissy was
so controlled, she continued to raise her bottom after each
stroke and accepted her Mistress' right to punish at any time.

After the caning had ceased, the sissy maid fell to her knees
and kissed her owner's leather trousers on the spot of the rise
and shape of her vulva, not so much in a sexual way but in a
sign of respect. The sissy struggled to hold back her tears as
she felt so very controlled by her owner, she now depended on
her owner for an orgasm, the sissy was now controlled.

Madam sat on the chair and the maid, now at her feet, removed
Madam's shoes and licked and sucked her owner's toes and feet as
sign of submission.

Madam left the room and the sissy slave maid now cleaned the
play rooms before serving cheese and drinks to her owner and her
owner's husband.

Madam then took the maid to the front of the house to sit on the
veranda. As the maid presented Madam with her gifts, Madam was
so very pleased.

While the maid presented the gifts, the maid sat with her dress
raised so Madam could see the property she now owned. The maid
served Madam her drinks, lit her cigarettes and helped Madam
inspect every detail of the panties she was presenting to her
owner as well as the undertaking that they would all be washed
by hand no matter what sexual juices might be left on them. The
sissy maid might even be milked by one of the panties held in
the Mistress' hand.. something not done to this sissy for a very
long time.

As the Madam relaxed she had her maid practice sucking and
licking a plastic cock, to get the maid ready for further use.

The maid was soon taken back into the dungeon for Madam to use
up some of the 100 stokes she had yet to administer to the maid.
Today it would be twenty firm stokes as the maid laid over the
bench, unrestrained but accepting each stroke from her Mistress.

The maid by this time was in quite a state, upset, almost in
tears and still so very full.

Mistress then sat on a chair as the maid thanked the Mistress
for the correction.

The maid was then ordered to place a condom on her sissy clit
and kneel before her owner. The maid then knelt before her owner
as Madam raised the sissy's skirts and the maid held the skirts
in place as Madam placed her hands under the sissy's skirts and
hand milked her sissy.... From now on there would be none of
this sissy maid stroking her clit to an orgasm but now only
Madam would do the milking - next time the sissy would be
restrained for the milking and would then be led back into the
household to join the house with a condom full...

The maid could only kneel and squirm and Madam emptied the
sissy.

Madam was very pleased to see the amount of the deposit made by
the sissy in the condom as the sissy exploded.

The maid, still on her knees, whimpered as her owner drained her
and then dismissed her to change back to her male clothes before
being dismissed for the day.

As the maid changed, Madam held the phone as the sissy confessed
to Mistress Gen today's detail of the encounter.


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C: Study of Femdom-related Arousal
Date: 19 Oct 2009 15:41:05 -0000
From: Sophia Toxic


Have you ever wondered?

What makes a sub tick?

How many different "types" of subs are there?

What makes one sub different from another?

What are the "buttons" that make a sub lose self-control?

For punishment purposes, what are the kinky things that a sub
actually finds genuinely unpleasant?

When a domme is trying to get inside a sub's head, what
questions are most useful?

When a sub is seeking out Mistress Right, what should he be
looking for in order to make sure that it's a good match?


Intuitively, we all have basic answers to these questions. A
skilled dominant knows how to quickly determine where a sub's
buttons are. We know that some subs are sissies, some subs are
pain sluts, and other subs are cuckolds.

But I want to go beyond this. I want to scrutinize subs, I want
to put them under the microscope, poke and prod them, and learn
all about their twisted minds.

And then, I want to share the facts with everyone. I want to
sort the subs into categories, grade them on how much they are
susceptible to individual fetishes.

So subs are hence requested to come take this initial version of
the test. After the results have been analyzed, A "personality
profile" _will_ be provided to people who complete the entire
survey and choose to leave an email address or alias.

Please complete the entire test, only completed responses can be
used at this stage.


TAKE THE TEST NOW

http://survey.toxictreat.com/survey/index.php?sid=98651&lang=en

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


The attached story was written by me.

Thank you for what you have done. I've said this before,
Christine and David's work more than anything else made me
realize I'm only as weird as everyone else.

Very best regards,
randolphus


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Jim's Story by randolphus

part one


My wife, Sarah is a CFO in a mid-size company. She often works
long hours and I'm left alone in the evenings, and I watch
television, work on our old house, and hang out being somewhat
lonely.

In November Sarah's dad died after having been a little sick. We
were shocked and her mom decided to move in with us. I began
hanging out with the mom. She was still quite attractive and
more than average sexy. She was not as slim as Sarah, but she
wasn't fat either. I would call her luscious. She has dirty-
blond hair cut shoulder length and I liked the way it moved
around, it attracted attention to her face. She had a very nice
smile but her face changed to look serious by turning her lips
straight or even downward when she asked for something. I know
because I saw that look a lot.

Slowly she began asking me to do things. We both tired of eating
out and it became my job to fix dinner and wash the dishes. I
don't know how that came about but a theory is that it was my
house and I knew where everything was, I was the logical one,
and at first she stayed with me and helped, then less and less.

That led to her claiming the remote. Since I had kitchen duty,
she got into the family room first and picked up the remote.
Then TV watching became 100% less entertaining to me. We watched
lots of shows I guess are made for women. Mostly boring. At
first I was too polite to object.

Then it began when we relaxed "Some coffee would be nice," she
asked after I sat down. Then she would ask: "Bring my slippers
please." Then she would ask: "Please put them on for me." This
was a little erotic but then: "Don't leave my shoes there, put
them away." She also began 'relaxing' beyond what would be
'proper': taking off stockings, adjusting her brassiere cups
even unhooking her bra.

Perhaps I looked, but how could I not. But all the while, I now
realize I was being lured in and she was pulling the line
taught.

She asked me to run her a bath. I protested that she could run
her own bath, and immediately regretted my phrasing of it. In
hindsight I now realize how Machiavellian she was. Earlier she
let me watch a rerun of 'Law and Order' instead of another home
remodeling show so I would be interested in the TV and be
reluctant to leave.

Kathleen went immediately to Sarah complaining how 'unpleasant'
and uncooperative I had become. Sarah, nearly in tears asked me
why I couldn't be nice to her mother. Of course I promised I
would be very nice and suddenly out of the blue the words came
from her mouth, "Please try to be obedient".

I nearly exploded "Obedient, what are you talking about, this is
our house and she's a guest!", but I held my tongue.

The evenings were now tense. Who knows what she would ask me to
do, I tried to work later than I normally would. She seemed to
sense that I voluntarily was working overtime because she
questioned me pointedly and I have trouble lying even under
these circumstances.

In December, just two weeks from Christmas our company closed
down. I wasn't in financial trouble because my wife earned a
very good salary and we had been saving for years, and invested
our savings. Kathleen was also very wealthy from her late
husband's pension and insurance proceeds and the sale of their
house. But I needed a job fast or I would spend all day with
Kathleen.

It was decided, by Kathleen, but she manipulated it so that it
seemed like Sarah and I decided that I would not seriously look
for work until the first of the new year. We would enjoy the
Christmas to New Year vacation. Then the next day, it turned out
my wife's company was getting a new computer system and she
would have to work during the anticipated Christmas break. Sarah
gaily said: "Kathleen and you will get to know each other very
well during the break".

The very next morning Kathleen came into my bedroom and
announced that there would be no sleeping in. "There is much
work to be done," she said.

She had dismissed the cleaning service because she said: "Since
you aren't working it was silly to pay someone to do what you
can easily do."

This was so ridiculous, first I was out of work temporarily,
second I didn't do house cleaning, and third this was my
vacation. But I'm naked under the sheets and she is standing
above me giving orders. If I kept quiet maybe she would leave.
But she didn't.

She pulled off the sheets, grabbed my arm and almost pulled me
out of the bed. I tried to grab for some clothes but she
interfered: "Here, wear these, no point in wearing dress clothes
to do housework", she said handing me blue jeans and a t-shirt
that she must have searched my wardrobe for, because I didn't
recognize them.

I was embarrassed being naked in front of this woman, she was
totally dressed even wearing stockings and high heels. I
couldn't argue while being naked. Then there was this other
weird thing of becoming aroused, I guess by being naked in front
of this woman. I didn't want her to see the evidence of my
arousal.

She hurried me into the jeans and almost dragged me out of the
bedroom without any underwear, my keys or wallet. "Let's get
going, no time to waste," she went on.

Downstairs she had me get out the vacuum, but I had to go to the
toilet and I said so, she said, "since this is your first day I
will allow it, be quick."

I was so outraged but I really had to go so I said: "Why thank
you, that's very kind," hoping she didn't hear my sarcasm.

I vacuumed for what seemed like hours. I needed a rest. I walked
into the family room and said: "I'm taking a rest."

Kathleen said nothing but got up and went into the hall. A few
minutes later she came back and said: "You did a fair job in
most of the places but we will go over the rest."

I had difficulty keeping quiet. This was my house and she was
inspecting my work.

After resting for only a few minutes, Kathleen said: "Go into my
bedroom, make the bed, clean the counters and vacuum, I will be
in to inspect your work." I start getting up slowly when she
starts yelling, "Come on lets go, I want action now." And she
grabbed my arm and pulled me up as if I were a child.

I was so outraged, I didn't know what to say, so I just went
along. Her room was a mess, clothes were scattered around the
floor, her underwear, her shoes, the dress she wore yesterday. I
started by picking up the dress and folding it over the chair,
then I picked up her panties, and I don't know what caused me to
do it but I picked it up and sniffed it and of course she walked
in at that moment. I froze like a deer in headlights.

"What are you doing you disgusting dog?" she screamed at me. She
took long steps across the space and slapped me. I stumbled. She
pushed me down and took the dropped panties and rubbed it in my
face all the while yelling at me; "You are a complete pervert,
how could my daughter marry such an animal?"

"I'm sure she will divorce you"

"Nobody would want to live with such disgust"

She was breathing hard and kneeling on my chest. On one level I
was getting aroused having her sitting on me. I was getting a
view of her large breasts, at one point I saw up her skirt to
her panties. She was wearing stockings with garters which were
twisting her panties, I had the disturbing thought that the
bitch was attacking me while I'm studying her underwear.

She took a breath and slapped me again screaming: "Pervert."

I said: "Aren't you overreacting?" And this drove her into
another tirade of slaps and name calling. I decided to be quiet.
Hoping she would cool off and we could talk about the situation.

Kathleen got up and blatantly began adjusting herself from the
exercise. She pulled up her skirt and adjusted her stockings.
She wriggled her brassiere from side to side. Then she says:
"Get finished in here, you better do a good job and then we will
talk."

"Yeah you'll talk" I thought. I was getting more and more
aroused. What was going on here I wondered.

I worked hard, I picked up all the clothes and hung her dress,
put stuff in the hamper, cleaned the counters, arranged her
shoes in the closet, made her bed and vacuumed.

I went into the family room and collapsed on the sofa.

Kathleen screamed: "Get up! When you come into a room I'm in you
don't sit or flop down on the sofa!"

I jumped up.

That wasn't good enough for her. She yelled: "Stand straighter,
look straight ahead. There that's better. We'll have to practice
this."

I asked myself, "how did I get into this? What should I do now?"
After what seemed to be a long time she told me I could sit.

She started: "So you like my panties..."

I interrupted: "It was just a moment.."

She yelled: "Don't interrupt me again.."

She said: "So I saw that you liked my panties, and took the
liberty to indulge your disgusting lust when you thought no one
was watching. I have contempt for such people but in your case I
might find a use for such as you."


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Jim's Story - part one

Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus


The attached story was written by me.

Thank you for what you have done. I've said this before,
Christine and David's work more than anything else made me
realize I'm only as weird as everyone else.

Very best regards,
randolphus

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Jim's Story by randolphus

part one


My wife, Sarah is a CFO in a mid-size company. She often works
long hours and I'm left alone in the evenings, and I watch
television, work on our old house, and hang out being somewhat
lonely.

In November Sarah's dad died after having been a little sick. We
were shocked and her mom decided to move in with us. I began
hanging out with the mom. She was still quite attractive and
more than average sexy. She was not as slim as Sarah, but she
wasn't fat either. I would call her luscious. She has dirty-
blond hair cut shoulder length and I liked the way it moved
around, it attracted attention to her face. She had a very nice
smile but her face changed to look serious by turning her lips
straight or even downward when she asked for something. I know
because I saw that look a lot.

Slowly she began asking me to do things. We both tired of eating
out and it became my job to fix dinner and wash the dishes. I
don't know how that came about but a theory is that it was my
house and I knew where everything was, I was the logical one,
and at first she stayed with me and helped, then less and less.

That led to her claiming the remote. Since I had kitchen duty,
she got into the family room first and picked up the remote.
Then TV watching became 100% less entertaining to me. We watched
lots of shows I guess are made for women. Mostly boring. At
first I was too polite to object.

Then it began when we relaxed "Some coffee would be nice," she
asked after I sat down. Then she would ask: "Bring my slippers
please." Then she would ask: "Please put them on for me." This
was a little erotic but then: "Don't leave my shoes there, put
them away." She also began 'relaxing' beyond what would be
'proper': taking off stockings, adjusting her brassiere cups
even unhooking her bra.

Perhaps I looked, but how could I not. But all the while, I now
realize I was being lured in and she was pulling the line
taught.

She asked me to run her a bath. I protested that she could run
her own bath, and immediately regretted my phrasing of it. In
hindsight I now realize how Machiavellian she was. Earlier she
let me watch a rerun of 'Law and Order' instead of another home
remodeling show so I would be interested in the TV and be
reluctant to leave.

Kathleen went immediately to Sarah complaining how 'unpleasant'
and uncooperative I had become. Sarah, nearly in tears asked me
why I couldn't be nice to her mother. Of course I promised I
would be very nice and suddenly out of the blue the words came
from her mouth, "Please try to be obedient".

I nearly exploded "Obedient, what are you talking about, this is
our house and she's a guest!", but I held my tongue.

The evenings were now tense. Who knows what she would ask me to
do, I tried to work later than I normally would. She seemed to
sense that I voluntarily was working overtime because she
questioned me pointedly and I have trouble lying even under
these circumstances.

In December, just two weeks from Christmas our company closed
down. I wasn't in financial trouble because my wife earned a
very good salary and we had been saving for years, and invested
our savings. Kathleen was also very wealthy from her late
husband's pension and insurance proceeds and the sale of their
house. But I needed a job fast or I would spend all day with
Kathleen.

It was decided, by Kathleen, but she manipulated it so that it
seemed like Sarah and I decided that I would not seriously look
for work until the first of the new year. We would enjoy the
Christmas to New Year vacation. Then the next day, it turned out
my wife's company was getting a new computer system and she
would have to work during the anticipated Christmas break. Sarah
gaily said: "Kathleen and you will get to know each other very
well during the break".

The very next morning Kathleen came into my bedroom and
announced that there would be no sleeping in. "There is much
work to be done," she said.

She had dismissed the cleaning service because she said: "Since
you aren't working it was silly to pay someone to do what you
can easily do."

This was so ridiculous, first I was out of work temporarily,
second I didn't do house cleaning, and third this was my
vacation. But I'm naked under the sheets and she is standing
above me giving orders. If I kept quiet maybe she would leave.
But she didn't.

She pulled off the sheets, grabbed my arm and almost pulled me
out of the bed. I tried to grab for some clothes but she
interfered: "Here, wear these, no point in wearing dress clothes
to do housework", she said handing me blue jeans and a t-shirt
that she must have searched my wardrobe for, because I didn't
recognize them.

I was embarrassed being naked in front of this woman, she was
totally dressed even wearing stockings and high heels. I
couldn't argue while being naked. Then there was this other
weird thing of becoming aroused, I guess by being naked in front
of this woman. I didn't want her to see the evidence of my
arousal.

She hurried me into the jeans and almost dragged me out of the
bedroom without any underwear, my keys or wallet. "Let's get
going, no time to waste," she went on.

Downstairs she had me get out the vacuum, but I had to go to the
toilet and I said so, she said, "since this is your first day I
will allow it, be quick."

I was so outraged but I really had to go so I said: "Why thank
you, that's very kind," hoping she didn't hear my sarcasm.

I vacuumed for what seemed like hours. I needed a rest. I walked
into the family room and said: "I'm taking a rest."

Kathleen said nothing but got up and went into the hall. A few
minutes later she came back and said: "You did a fair job in
most of the places but we will go over the rest."

I had difficulty keeping quiet. This was my house and she was
inspecting my work.

After resting for only a few minutes, Kathleen said: "Go into my
bedroom, make the bed, clean the counters and vacuum, I will be
in to inspect your work." I start getting up slowly when she
starts yelling, "Come on lets go, I want action now." And she
grabbed my arm and pulled me up as if I were a child.

I was so outraged, I didn't know what to say, so I just went
along. Her room was a mess, clothes were scattered around the
floor, her underwear, her shoes, the dress she wore yesterday. I
started by picking up the dress and folding it over the chair,
then I picked up her panties, and I don't know what caused me to
do it but I picked it up and sniffed it and of course she walked
in at that moment. I froze like a deer in headlights.

"What are you doing you disgusting dog?" she screamed at me. She
took long steps across the space and slapped me. I stumbled. She
pushed me down and took the dropped panties and rubbed it in my
face all the while yelling at me; "You are a complete pervert,
how could my daughter marry such an animal?"

"I'm sure she will divorce you"

"Nobody would want to live with such disgust"

She was breathing hard and kneeling on my chest. On one level I
was getting aroused having her sitting on me. I was getting a
view of her large breasts, at one point I saw up her skirt to
her panties. She was wearing stockings with garters which were
twisting her panties, I had the disturbing thought that the
bitch was attacking me while I'm studying her underwear.

She took a breath and slapped me again screaming: "Pervert."

I said: "Aren't you overreacting?" And this drove her into
another tirade of slaps and name calling. I decided to be quiet.
Hoping she would cool off and we could talk about the situation.

Kathleen got up and blatantly began adjusting herself from the
exercise. She pulled up her skirt and adjusted her stockings.
She wriggled her brassiere from side to side. Then she says:
"Get finished in here, you better do a good job and then we will
talk."

"Yeah you'll talk" I thought. I was getting more and more
aroused. What was going on here I wondered.

I worked hard, I picked up all the clothes and hung her dress,
put stuff in the hamper, cleaned the counters, arranged her
shoes in the closet, made her bed and vacuumed.

I went into the family room and collapsed on the sofa.

Kathleen screamed: "Get up! When you come into a room I'm in you
don't sit or flop down on the sofa!"

I jumped up.

That wasn't good enough for her. She yelled: "Stand straighter,
look straight ahead. There that's better. We'll have to practice
this."

I asked myself, "how did I get into this? What should I do now?"
After what seemed to be a long time she told me I could sit.

She started: "So you like my panties..."

I interrupted: "It was just a moment.."

She yelled: "Don't interrupt me again.."

She said: "So I saw that you liked my panties, and took the
liberty to indulge your disgusting lust when you thought no one
was watching. I have contempt for such people but in your case I
might find a use for such as you."

read part two here

October 30, 2009

Chastity cloud nine - Goddess addiction

Date: 30 Oct 2009 00:21:45 -0000
From: slaveboy


In "Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think
It Is
" I wrote:

>Ever experience "tingling" throughout your whole body along
>with sexual or sensual thoughts?

David replied:

>This always happens to me when I'm subjected to prolonged
>arousal without ejaculation being permitted. It's the best and
>probably the only 'buzz' I get without chemicals, and as I only
>use tobacco and alcohol, and do not want to seek out any other
>chemical "buzz" I highly recommend the buzz or high from
>prolonged "prickteasing"


David, I have been meaning to reply to this since I read it. I'm
so glad to hear this. I have been on cloud nine a lot recently
and I almost feel as if I'm floating at times. I can be out
grocery shopping and see an attractive woman, or I can be home
with my wife and I get such a strong "high" that it really feels
like a drug.

It has only gotten stronger. Going on four and a half months of
chastity.

I'm becoming addicted to it and it is teaching me the art of
equanimity, accepting my Mistress' decisions without much regard
for what I might want. I feel very malleable and even tempered.

I have found that I really can put my Mistress' wishes before my
own and do so with an even temperament, caring little for my own
wants. It has turned my Mistress into my Goddess. Pleasing her
has become a goal in and of itself.

I would have thought that longer term chastity would be
extremely frustrating, but that seemed to pass as these natural
high feelings have taken over much of my day. It's like being in
a good mood almost constantly

It's a good thing to feel this way and it's a great thing to see
how long term chastity also affects my Wife. She seems to be
really enjoying herself. She recently decided to (once again)
have me sleep on a mat on the floor at the foot of her bed for a
better night's sleep (for her, of course).

private emails also welcome
sb

chastityheaven

October 21, 2009

Mistress and her maid - part eight

From: sissy maid wendy
Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:36:08 +0000


Mistress and her maid - part eight
First part is at:- Wonderful visit - Mistress and her maid

Since the last visit the sissy maid had been required not to
have an orgasm, masturbation was permitted but no finishing, so
to speak.

The first three or four days were very hard, but as the days
went on it seemed very natural not to cum without her owner's
permission and not to have an orgasm without a member of the
superior sex being present.

On the last occasion when the maid broke this rule she received
50 strokes of the cane/whip/crop from her owner. This was to be
50 for each of the three orgasms - so Madam maintained a further
100 up her sleeve, so to speak, for any future opportunity she
just felt like punishing her maid.

The maid wanted very much to please her owner, so with her
Mistress' permission she purchased a present for her owner. She
chose a red satin blouse and 10 pairs of panties in Madam's
size, the panties ranged from every day type to sheer and very
sexy, in many colours. The maid also purchased a bottle of pink
champagne and some cheese to serve to her Mistress.

The maid arrived and quickly placed most of the items in the
kitchen before joining her Mistress in the lounge for today's
instructions.

The maid was to clean the two dungeons, and have them ready for
use.

The maid was to dress in the traditional uniform.

The maid was to first dress in full uniform and report to her
owner. The maid lit Madam's cigarette and poured Madam her
champagne.

Before starting work the maid was taken to the front room by her
owner.

Madam, with no nonsense, ordered the maid to bend over the
bench. As the sissy bent over the bench her owner went to the
rack and selected a cane.

Madam then returned and slowly raised the maid's dress and
frilly slips to expose the sissy's bare bottom. With the maid in
high heels black stockings and suspenders - the maid's bottom
looked a very attractive site for the receiving of the cane.
Madam stroked the maid's bottom with her hands and then applied
a series of open handed spankings, around 15 or so to warm the
maid's bottom up for what would come next.

Madam delivered six firm strokes of the cane for one simple
reason - to show the sissy who was boss and the owner of the
maid, including her very full sissy balls that had not now been
emptied for ten days. With the sissy's balls so very full, and
the strokes of the cane, the maid felt so controlled by her
owner and also almost in tears.

Madam's cane slid between the sissy's legs, sliding over her
very very full smooth and freshly shaven sissy's scrotum.

As Madam applied each stroke to the maid's bottom, her sissy
legs buckled, she whimpered, and her eyes swelled. The sissy was
so controlled, she continued to raise her bottom after each
stroke and accepted her Mistress' right to punish at any time.

After the caning had ceased, the sissy maid fell to her knees
and kissed her owner's leather trousers on the spot of the rise
and shape of her vulva, not so much in a sexual way but in a
sign of respect. The sissy struggled to hold back her tears as
she felt so very controlled by her owner, she now depended on
her owner for an orgasm, the sissy was now controlled.

Madam sat on the chair and the maid, now at her feet, removed
Madam's shoes and licked and sucked her owner's toes and feet as
sign of submission.

Madam left the room and the sissy slave maid now cleaned the
play rooms before serving cheese and drinks to her owner and her
owner's husband.

Madam then took the maid to the front of the house to sit on the
veranda. As the maid presented Madam with her gifts, Madam was
so very pleased.

While the maid presented the gifts, the maid sat with her dress
raised so Madam could see the property she now owned. The maid
served Madam her drinks, lit her cigarettes and helped Madam
inspect every detail of the panties she was presenting to her
owner as well as the undertaking that they would all be washed
by hand no matter what sexual juices might be left on them. The
sissy maid might even be milked by one of the panties held in
the Mistress' hand.. something not done to this sissy for a very
long time.

As the Madam relaxed she had her maid practice sucking and
licking a plastic cock, to get the maid ready for further use.

The maid was soon taken back into the dungeon for Madam to use
up some of the 100 stokes she had yet to administer to the maid.
Today it would be twenty firm stokes as the maid laid over the
bench, unrestrained but accepting each stroke from her Mistress.

The maid by this time was in quite a state, upset, almost in
tears and still so very full.

Mistress then sat on a chair as the maid thanked the Mistress
for the correction.

The maid was then ordered to place a condom on her sissy clit
and kneel before her owner. The maid then knelt before her owner
as Madam raised the sissy's skirts and the maid held the skirts
in place as Madam placed her hands under the sissy's skirts and
hand milked her sissy.... From now on there would be none of
this sissy maid stroking her clit to an orgasm but now only
Madam would do the milking - next time the sissy would be
restrained for the milking and would then be led back into the
household to join the house with a condom full...

The maid could only kneel and squirm and Madam emptied the
sissy.

Madam was very pleased to see the amount of the deposit made by
the sissy in the condom as the sissy exploded.

The maid, still on her knees, whimpered as her owner drained her
and then dismissed her to change back to her male clothes before
being dismissed for the day.

As the maid changed, Madam held the phone as the sissy confessed
to Mistress Gen today's detail of the encounter.

October 19, 2009

Study of Femdom-related Arousal

Date: 19 Oct 2009 15:41:05 -0000
From: Sophia Toxic


Have you ever wondered?

  • What makes a sub tick?
  • How many different "types" of subs are there?
  • What makes one sub different from another?
  • What are the "buttons" that make a sub lose self-control?
  • For punishment purposes, what are the kinky things that a sub actually finds genuinely unpleasant?
  • When a domme is trying to get inside a sub's head, what questions are most useful?
  • When a sub is seeking out Mistress Right, what should he be looking for in order to make sure that it's a good match?

Intuitively, we all have basic answers to these questions. A
skilled dominant knows how to quickly determine where a sub's
buttons are. We know that some subs are sissies, some subs are
pain sluts, and other subs are cuckolds.

But I want to go beyond this. I want to scrutinize subs, I want
to put them under the microscope, poke and prod them, and learn
all about their twisted minds.

And then, I want to share the facts with everyone. I want to
sort the subs into categories, grade them on how much they are
susceptible to individual fetishes.

So subs are hence requested to come take this initial version of
the test. After the results have been analyzed, A "personality
profile" _will_ be provided to people who complete the entire
survey and choose to leave an email address or alias.

Please complete the entire test, only completed responses can be
used at this stage.

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October 18, 2009

2009-10-18 ( 9 edited messages )

# C: chastity for small penis?
# Re: C: dog service for husband?
# C: semi-public humiliation ideas?
# Re: C: semi-public humiliation ideas?
# Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think It Is?
# Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
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C: chastity for small penis?
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:33:03 -0400
From: Danielle


I have tried the CB 3000 on my slave however his penis is so
small that it won't stay locked on. Does anyone know if the CB
6000 will work any better on really small penises, i.e., one
half inch when flaccid.

Thanks!

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Re: C: dog service for husband?
Date: 14 Oct 2009 13:26:12 -0000
From: shywon


charanjeet matharu wrote:

>I once read something when you made your slave a dog and
>enjoyed the moments spent with it. I hope you will be kind
>enough to repeat the same or send me the details


Well, every dog needs a collar, and maybe a tail.


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Dogs can not speak but can whimper and bark. Some dogs like to
sniff privates and may get punished for it.

There is show training... doggie on hands and knees on a coffee
table holding still, chin up while it's owner inspects every
inch...

Puppy could have to pee in the backyard or maybe a bathtub on
all 4's.

There are dog masks to be found if you like that. A personalized
bowl to eat cereal from. If you have a really bad puppie, a dog
zapper strapped around the testicles with you holding the button
should keep him in line...

Your imagination is the only limit.

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C: semi-public humiliation ideas?
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:32:03 -0400
From: Danielle


We are going to San Francisco next month. I would like to give
him a dose of semi-public humiliation that he will never forget.
Any ideas?

Thanks!

Danielle


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Re: C: semi-public humiliation ideas?
Date: 18 Oct 2009 04:45:06 -0000
From: shywon


Danielle wrote:

>a dose of semi-public humiliation that he will never forget.
>Any ideas?

Is he homophobic? Take him to MR S leathers on 8th? street and
show him all the scary dildos and other fun equipment, have him
try on some tight shorts, halters etc.... and ask men in the
store if he looks nice in it.... or send him in alone to shop
and try things on and you can stroll in alone to watch.

Of course there is always the old... slap in the face in the
elevator full of people telling him to keep his hands to
himself... pervert... if you don't mind involving others, but
then there is the chance someone could take offense and do
something you may not like.

shywon


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Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think It Is?
Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2009 02:02:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pietro Bianchi


Paradiddle wrote:

>77 years old -snip- active sex life -snip- Not so when I was 26
>-snip- age of 30 -snip- I had a hardened prostate gland -snip-
>I was told that my condition was usually due to not using my
>prostate and not having sex -snip- sent 3 times a week to the
>hospital to have my prostate massaged. -snip- eventually semen
>was extracted and I was pronounced cured. My doctor told me to
>regularly masturbate if I was not getting sex and I followed
>his instructions. -snip- Pietro what can you say about this?
>Prostate massage certainly got my juices flowing.


There are people who claim to have cured a cancer using vitamin
C, there are people who have smoked 60 cigarettes a day for life
and have not got lung cancer or other health problems...

For some people, in some circumstances, it MAY BE that prostate
milking is a good help... but, as I said, there is NO SCIENTIFIC
evidence on that.

There is research about the frequency of ejaculation and
prostate cancer: the men who ejaculate less get more cancer.
This might be INTERPRETED by the same token as the fact that
people who have less frequent bowel movements get more bowel
cancer, etc etc. There is PROBABLY a build up of carcinogenic
stuff in the body, which is better when expelled more often than
not.

Then comes the "speculative" part: ejaculation is an active
process, involving muscle in the prostate AND in other parts of
the male genital system. Massaging is a passive process where
the prostate, or better, only a part of the prostate (and part
of the seminal vesicles in case the massaging finger is long
enough and the technique is correct), is squeezed and the "extra
fluid" inside is then drained. Nobody knows how much of the
total amount is expelled, and sometimes massaging could "break"
something in the gland, and squeeze the fluid inside the gland,
producing irritation/infection.

See these two PubMed dot Gov links:

Prostate massage with unwanted consequences. Case report

A case of Fournier's gangrene: was it triggered by prostatic massage?


Fact: prostate massage is not recommended any longer, at least
in Europe. There is some ongoing research on the topic, but no
clear cut conclusions.

Regular ejaculation is recommended. Arousal, for longer periods
of time, with no ejaculation, is known to engorge the prostate
and all other glands involved is producing semen.

I have some PubMed dot Gov links to scientific articles on the
topic:

Evaluation of prostatic massage in treatment of chronic prostatitis

Repetitive prostatic massage therapy for chronic refractory prostatitis:
the Philippine experience

Prostatitis unplugged? Prostatic massage revisited


My post was just a thought, I am not stating a scientific
evidence.

I am not saying that teasing and denial is unhealthy, but there
are reasons to think that it MIGHT be unhealthy, and there are
no reasons to think that prostate milking is a 100% safe
solution to the POSSIBLE harm of this practice.

In my personal opinion the statement: "teasing and denial for
weeks / months IS safe as long as the prostate is massaged on a
regular basis, and/or the man gets wet dreams every now and
then" is, at best, AN OPINION. There is NOTHING scientific to
really support it.

Having said that, there might be some people who are happy,
function at their best and have a very long life with heavy
teasing and life long denial. Good for them! This is not the
point. There are people who are happy smoking a lot, taking
heavy drugs, sleeping too little, having high blood pressure,
and so on and so forth.

Another issue which should be kept in mind is that on this list
we are a so called "selected population".

If you talk to "average" people, there are A LOT of men who
cannot stand teasing and denial for longer than some HOURS. Is
there anyone here who knows the percentage of men who are or
would be happy (psychologically AND physically) being denied for
weeks/months? I don't.


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C: New York State and meeting kinky folk
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2009 18:24:32 +0100


Hello,

In "out of the closet Phoenicia NY" glennbonne wrote:

>i live in NY, a town called Phoenicia not too far from
>Kingston, exit 19 off the thruway

Your best bet is likely to be to join some groups and attend
some munches in Albany, Binghamton, Hudson Valley, and elsewhere
in Up State New York.

If you have already read my own post "how to find and meet like
minded kinky people
" at:-

http://u4ds.com/meet_like_minded_kinky_people.shtml

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

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

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

First I found Phoenicia NY on Google Maps and then zoomed out to
look for larger places near you. then I searched for "bdsm
munch" with the name of each of the major places....

AlbanyKink has a calendar of events, both local and regional.

Albany Power Exchange has a similar page of events. That page
has links to munches, and from there you can also get to
calendars for the coming months.

The Binghamton Society of Kink has a Yahoo group.

Hudson Valley Ds (HVDs) has a web site, and Hudson Valley D/s
Community has a Yahoo Group
.

Up State New York Kink has a web site and there you will find
two small buttons which link to munches and events with a link
to the UpStateNewYorkBDSM Yahoo Group.

Domina at FrugalDomme has a page for New York State Groups.

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

Hope that helps.

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

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Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
Date: 13 Oct 2009 17:41:53 -0000
From: Michele


Madamplz wrote:

>I once nailed the penis of a priest to a cross of his choosing.


Madam, the Marquis de Sade would have loved that!

Did the priest pray while he was nailed to the cross?

Keep up the good work!

Michele

PS to Christine: I too am writing an erotic novel for Internet
publication, but it's in French! I'll give the link to anyone
interested.


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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
Date: 15 Oct 2009 10:05:32 -0000
From: pussikat steve


Glenn Bonne wrote:

>i would love to spend the rest of my life at a woman's feet.
>This is where i belong. Can anyone help me?


What about a job as a shoe salesman?

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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:04:13 +0100
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com


Hello,

pussikat steve wrote:

>What about a job as a shoe salesman?

I assume that was a joke. On a more serious note, my post
entitled "New York State and meeting kinky folk" might be a more
helpful suggestion.

http://u4ds.com/2009/10/new_york_state_and_meeting_kin.shtml

In my fantasy fiction "In The Bank Manager's Cupboard" which
members can read at:-

http://u4ds.com/2007/12/bank_managers_cupboard_1.shtml

a thirty year old shoe store worker gets "taken" by a very
dominant Karin. But real life rarely works that way.

In real life meeting real people socially, and/or meeting like
minded kinky folk at bdsm munches has a better chance of
success.

Also see:-

http://u4ds.com/meet_like_minded_kinky_people.shtml

sincerely,
Christine at u4ds.com

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October 17, 2009

chastity for small penis?

Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:33:03 -0400
From: Danielle


I have tried the CB 3000 on my slave however his penis is so
small that it won't stay locked on. Does anyone know if the CB
6000 will work any better on really small penises, i.e., one
half inch when flaccid.

Thanks!

Danielle

semi-public humiliation ideas?

Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:32:03 -0400
From: Danielle


We are going to San Francisco next month. I would like to give
him a dose of semi-public humiliation that he will never forget.
Any ideas?

Thanks!

Danielle

October 15, 2009

New York State and meeting kinky folk


From: "Christine" at u4ds.com / Ms-Christine.com
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2009 18:24:32 +0100

Hello,

In "out of the closet Phoenicia NY" glennbonne wrote:

>i live in NY, a town called Phoenicia not too far from
>Kingston, exit 19 off the thruway

Your best bet is likely to be to join some groups and attend
some munches in Albany, Binghamton, Hudson Valley, and elsewhere
in Up State New York.

If you have already read my own post "how to find and meet like
minded kinky people
" at:-

http://u4ds.com/meet_like_minded_kinky_people.shtml

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

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

I also explain in the post linked above how to put some effort
in yourself and use a search engine (or DOMestic) to find
munches in your area. I put that effort in today for you, and
after a couple of hours I managed to put together some links
which you may find useful. (links will only display below on the
blog)

First I found Phoenicia NY on Google Maps and then zoomed out to
look for larger places near you. then I searched for "bdsm
munch" with the name of each of the major places....

AlbanyKink has a calendar of events, both local and regional.

Albany Power Exchange has a similar page of events. That page
has links to munches, and from there you can also get to
calendars for the coming months.

The Binghamton Society of Kink has a Yahoo group.

Hudson Valley Ds (HVDs) has a web site, and Hudson Valley D/s
Community has a Yahoo Group
.

Up State New York Kink has a web site and there you will find
two small buttons which link to munches and events with a link
to the UpStateNewYorkBDSM Yahoo Group.

Domina at FrugalDomme has a page for New York State Groups.

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

Hope that helps.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

Renew or get your DOMestic password at
http://www.mschristine.com/domsub4.shtml


October 13, 2009

2009-10-13 ( 9 edited messages )

# C: dog service for husband?
# Re: C: Birdlocked male chastity belt in silicone
# Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think It Is?
# Re: C: pleasure punishing or from dominating her man?
# C: strap ons and males left hanging
# Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
# Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
# Re: X: Fictionmania
# S: The Prisoner - Chapter 78


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C: dog service for husband?
From: charanjeet matharu
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 07:05:24 -0300


I once read something when you made your slave a dog and enjoyed
the moments spent with it. I hope you will be kind enough to
repeat the same or send me the details. Another way to start
might be to send your husband to a friend?

thanks


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Re: C: Birdlocked male chastity belt in silicone
Date: 12 Oct 2009 22:00:20 -0000
From: chastmale


I started in a CB-6000 and am trying the Birdlocked right now.
My loving KH locked me in last night. I have to say that I am
unable to pull out at all. It is extremely secure for me.

The one disappointment so far is that it is almost too
comfortable. I know it is there, but it allows for quite a bit
of movement. The CB-6000 I wore last week kept me quite secure
and the extra weight was a constant reminder of its presence.

As of now, I enjoy both for different reasons and will use them
each at various times. My KH, the love of my life, will decide
which one I wear and when.


http://thechasteman.blogspot.com


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Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think It Is?
From: Paradiddle
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 13:42:39 +0100


Pietro Bianchi wrote:

>There is no research, to the best of my knowledge (I am a
>urologist) that has seen any benefit to the prostate with
>milking or massage


I was particularly interested in reading Pietro Bianchi's
comments especially because he states he is a urologist.

I am 77 years old now and have been a member of this group since
it started. I lead an active sex life, I am a submissive bondage
enthusiast. I have spent time in chastity belts and own
several.. I'm a Jazz drummer and I ride a motor cycle and sail
boats. I attend fetish parties, build dungeons for pro
Mistresses and I cross dress.

So very active and everything works.

Not so when I was 26. I was brought up by a rather Victorian
mother and I was persuaded that I should not have sex until I
married.

I married at 26 and had intercourse for the first time. My Wife
turned out to be less interested in sex and although we produced
a child, sex became a very rare occurrence. She thought it to be
an overrated pastime. (Her words).

At around the age of 30 I had problems with my water works. Pain
passing urine etc. My Doctor examined me and referred me to the
hospital to a specialist. I was told that I had a hardened
prostate gland and that this was unusual in some one so young. I
was asked if I masturbated and I admitted that I had never ever
done this. I was told that my condition was usually due to not
using my prostate and not having sex. I admitted to very little
sex.

I was then sent 3 times a week to the hospital to have my
prostate massaged. I was given a kidney dish to hold in front of
my penis and a male nurse would put on rubber gloves and insert
his finger up my anus and massage the prostate.

This treatment went on for a few weeks and eventually semen was
extracted and I was pronounced cured.

My doctor told me to regularly masturbate if I was not getting
sex and I followed his instructions.

The marriage came to an end and I met and married a lady who
loved sex and who became my Mistress. We had a child and
practised BDSM in a fun way. She died 2 years ago from Cancer
after being diagnosed 2 weeks before.

We were together for 44 years. I am still active on the BDSM
scene and my prostate is in good health.

So Pietro what can you say about this? Prostate massage
certainly got my juices flowing.

Paradiddle


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Re: C: pleasure punishing or from dominating her man?
Date: 7 Oct 2009 23:52:09 -0000
From: Joe


I just want to thank those of you who answered my question; but,
I just wonder if the feelings of those who answered are shared
by the many Dommes who did not comment.

Any additional comments will be very much appreciated.

Joe


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C: strap ons and males left hanging
From: Madamplz
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 11:20:49 EDT


In "Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I
Think It Is?
"

slaveboy wrote:

>been meaning to ask you a question about a former posting
>concerning strap ons, where you ended it with a question like
>"Why would I want to be inert?" if I recall correctly. I would
>love if you would elaborate on that if you can. It kind of
>left me "hanging" as to what you meant. Thanks


slaveboy, I have been writing on this list very nearly since
this its inception. I write for clarity, for discussion, and
expression. Often I write here to encourage women to try taking
their pleasure in a way that causes their relationship to evolve
pervasively. Most of all, I write to feed my own narcissism. I
love being aware that out there in cyber space there are
thousands of little men for whose erections I may claim
responsibility.

I'm happy to expound on my thoughts for you when I am able to
remember them. Since much (most) of what I write is convoluted I
may forget not only what I said, but why. If you are able to
find the quote in the context in which I posted, by all means,
repost it for me and I'll give it my fullest attention.

Thank you for asking. I love nothing better than discussing my
use of a strap on unless its the possible exception of knowing
I've left a portion of the male readership of Domestic
"hanging".

'Tis good to be the Queen.

Madam


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Re: P: fag pig dog bitch - online or phone slave
From: Madamplz
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 11:20:49 EDT


starfox27588 wrote:

>looking to become a full time online, text, or phone slave.
>-snip- Make me beat my cock until I cry. My cock is only 3
>inches when hard. Make me into an animal, a pig, a sissy,
>whatever you wish. I am a toy for your fun


Silly wanker.

I once nailed the penis of a priest to a cross of his choosing.
In that context, how interesting do you think you are to a list
of real time dominants?

Madam


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Re: P: out of the closet Phoenicia NY
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2009 19:55:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Glenn Bonne


shywon wrote:

>don't say "Anything goes"


i would love to spend the rest of my life at a woman's feet.
This is where i belong. Can anyone help me?

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Re: X: Fictionmania
Date: 6 Oct 2009 07:54:38 -0000
From: vanvollenhoven


MissE wrote:

>Fictionmania is back


hi,

Many thanks for the info on fictionmania. It is great for ab/dl
stories

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S: The Prisoner - Chapter 78
From: Boz 4444
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2009 19:23:28 +0000


Dear Ms Christine,

After some months, I have now attached another chapter in the
story "The Prisoner."

Kind regards,
Boz


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


The Prisoner, by Will Cane
Chapter 78


Members can read the 77 previous episodes at:-
http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/sc.htm#willcane


Stewart was down to breakfast early the next morning. Two of his
female prisoners were on serving duty and rushed to prepare his
breakfast to his requirements. A rueful Miss Jones sat opposite
and he noted that she frequently squirmed on the hard dining
chair as she tried to retain her composure.

Outside it looked a bitterly cold day with a fine drizzle. In
the distance he could see the rest of his squad on a work detail
removing weeds from the long gravel drive. He was surprised to
see that they were lightly dressed in their thin T shirts, short
skirts and work boots. No doubt Mr Turman had ordered their
lightweight clothes so that they would feel the full effects of
the morning chill.

As he nibbled his freshly made toast Stewart saw, through the
double glazing panes of the Manor that Mr Turman, warmly dressed
in his uniform great-coat, hat and gloves had lined the ten
females up for some perceived error on someone's part.

With some difficulty Mr Turman undid his heavy coat and
unclipped his strap. The squad, clearly shivering from the damp
and biting wind, held out their right hands. He slowly moved
down the line laying a powerful stroke of the strap across the
freezing and wet palms.

It was too far away to hear any sound or see the expression of
pain on their faces but from the wavering of the hands after the
strap had landed, it had hurt like hell. When he had struck the
last hand Mr Turman went down the line again laying a second
stroke on the same, now throbbing, palm before stowing the
strap, fastening his coat and ordering them back on their knees
for more weeding.

Stewart made a mental note to congratulate the young officer on
his choice of target and the fact he laid on two strokes to the
same hand. No doubt their buttocks would be similarly chilled
but nothing could beat a well laid on strap across freezing cold
hands even though, to any onlookers, it would appear a very
minor punishment.

In truth, any male onlooker would have been more absorbed by the
way that the females panties, had, with the constant bending and
squatting, worked their way into a wedge in their anal clefts.
This could, if Turman so chose, be classified as a uniform
discrepancy but perhaps he felt that they were already under
sufficient discomfort.

Excusing herself, Miss Jones left the table leaving Stewart to
his thoughts.

He smiled to himself as he recalled what had happened to her
just a few hours ago.


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


Stewart had started by ordering her to lower her stockings and
mount the knee board once more. Naturally, her knees had already
been sensitised but he kept her there for the same time as
before to make her realise that they were starting afresh. It
took a fair amount of her self control to hold out, especially
as Stewart was even more insistent on her maintaining a straight
backed position to maximise the weight on her already bruised
knees.

He then told her to replace the stockings into the suspender
clips and take up the 'present' position.

Standing to one side he slowly looked her up and down. She was
certainly far from pretty and carrying a goodly amount of puppy
fat around her hips and breasts. He knew that she would be self
conscious about this and planned to exploit this as the evening
progressed. Moving round to her front he gently rubbed the palm
of his hands over the breasts feeling a degree of firmness that
impressed him. Despite the thickness of the shirt and her
underwear the nipples rapidly became turgid and he could feel
them flexing against the breasts. Already a blush of
embarrassment was spreading up her face from her neck.

"I intend to treat you as I would any prisoner who was up before
me for a uniform inspection, body search or whatever. I will
make this evening as humiliating as possible and you may rest
assured that the slightest infringement of any rule or
instruction will be dealt with in the same way that a prisoner
would be punished, and that means by inflicting corporal
punishment to the degree that you will find rather painful. Do I
make myself clear girl?"

Jones muttered her agreement.

"Remove your tie and blouse the resume the present position,"
ordered Stewart.

Her brassiere was one of the type denied to the larger breasted
prisoners, it was one that offered maximum support which she
clearly needed to contain the large assets. Back at the
'present' she displayed some considerable embarrassment because
much of the upper breasts were exposed and the nipples showed
prominently in both shape and light pink colour through the
white material. Her waist bulged a little over the skirt waist
band.

"Before continuing with your examination I am going to show you
just how much a harsh application of the cane can hurt. If I
waited until your buttocks had been hand slapped or even
strapped the effect of laying a cane across cold unmarked flesh
would have been reduced and therefore less effective. I will be
giving you ten strokes, five with the buttocks tight and five
with them relaxed, again so that you can appreciate the
difference as do the prisoners. We don't have the facilities to
secure you so you will just have to accept the punishment
without that benefit. Should you attempt to stop the application
by either standing up or putting your hands in the way... it
will be increased... considerably... if necessary, in the
punishment barn. Do you understand?"

Jones was really looking frightened as she nodded her
acceptance. He ordered her to the centre of the room, told her
to place her feet well apart and bend over from the waist. He
moved behind her and pulled the uniform skirt up over her back
exposing the tightly spread target. He pulled the panties high
into the cleft and walked over to the table on which he had
placed the equipment to select a medium sized flexible cane with
a rubber handle grip. He swished it experimentally through the
air a few times, stood to her left and corrected her position to
his satisfaction so that she was fully "tight" even down her
thigh backs.

He tapped the left cheek with the cane tip to align his aim
correctly, raised the rattan over his shoulder, and brought it
whistling down to strike both cheeks evenly.

It was, by any standards, a harsh stroke. That was what had been
promised and he had no intention of going easy on this girl any
more than he would one of the female prisoners. Jones jumped and
squealed with both the surprising force of the stroke and the
rapid searing pain that followed it. The next was deliberately
laid across the junction of thigh and buttock that was scarcely
discernable on account of her tightly bent position.

Her muffled cry indicated how much it had hurt her, but she
stayed in position even as the three stokes to the meatier
buttocks whistled home. She was then told to stand back at the
'present'.

"The next five will be across the relaxed buttocks Jones, so we
will have you standing at the 'present'. My advice is not to
clench and remain in position so that your skirt does not fall
down and impede my efforts."

It was always difficult laying on full power strokes with the
victim standing but following three that sank well into the semi-
relaxed buttocks Stewart then laid two firm strokes into the
crease at the top of the plump thighs. Jones managed to remain
in position but tears ran down each cheek as she was told to
adjust her panties lower her skirt and sit on a stool opposite
Stewart's armchair.

She was still absorbing the pain of the strokes and not thinking
as clearly as she should. She saw Stewart looking down at her
and suddenly realised her mistake and spread her knees the
regulation forty five degrees that required her to ease the
uniform skirt back up her thighs. She then placed her hands
behind her back.

In almost a whisper Stewart told her that he would decide what a
suitable punishment would be for that basic error in due time.
Right now he required the answer to some questions.

He looked the young wardress up and down taking in the tight
brassiere and spread thighs revealing her white panty crotch.
When he looked her in the eyes she was blushing furiously. That
flush didn't leave her face as he asked questions that he knew,
from previous sessions with female prisoners, would cause her
maximum embarrassment. Firstly ones about her sexual life, when
she last had intercourse, (a week), whether she had any
experience with other females (several experiments when she was
in school), when she had last bathed and how often she
masturbated. The previous questions were bad enough but this
resulted in a look of horror and silence.

Stewart told her that he needed an answer and was perfectly
prepared to thrash one out of her. Hesitatingly, and with her
face turning an even deeper shade of red she muttered that she
did this most nights when she went to bed. He picked up the
nearby cane and leaning forward stroked the tip up and down the
crease that defined the girl's vulva under the white material.

"I may well require a demonstration of that later tonight Jones,
but first I need to deal with that error with your knees. I
think that a strap applied to your inner thighs should act as a
reminder every time you sit down in my presence. Stand up, pull
your skirt well up to your waist, put your left foot on the top
of the stool at ninety degrees to your other leg. Then undo the
suspender straps and roll your stockings down to your knees."

Jones was beginning to show signs of not only pain but also some
real fear of what was to happen next. She stood as directed with
her left plump inner thigh parallel to the floor and exposed to
whatever Stewart decided. He chose a short thick strap, stood to
her front, and applied three hard strokes at the mid point on
the thigh, one on top of the other. They left a two inch wide
red patch that was almost visibly throbbing. He repeated the
exercise on her other thigh, told her to remove her stockings,
suspender belt and shoes and resume the 'present'.

Despite her rigid position her face showed marked signs of the
pain that her soft and tender thighs were transmitting.

He now thought that the time had come to inflict a little
humiliation on her and told her to remove her skirt and resume
the position.

The young girl now stood in just her heavy bra and regulation
panties with her face screwed up as she continued to absorb the
pain.

"I see that you wear a heavy support brassiere unlike the female
prisoners with large breasts. It must feel very supportive when
you are watching my girls exercise in just their lightweight
regulation versions. How do you think your breasts will feel if
we exercise them a little?"

Without waiting for an answer, Stewart ordered her to remove the
bra and resume the 'present'. Blushing furiously, Jones reached
behind her and struggled to unclip the broad strap, she then
leant forward so that the item slipped off her breasts, placed
it into Stewart's outstretched hand and snapped back into the
position.

At first he ignored the female and concentrated on a thorough
examination of the garment. It was damp under the arm pits and
when he glanced at her, noticed how a thin film of sweat had
formed over her upper body. It was of a sturdy construction and
the label was marked 42EE which did not surprise him.

To his delight he found a smudge of dirt on the rear strap where
she had obviously slipped the garment on with some dirt on a
finger. He casually threw it to one side commenting on the mark
letting the implications pass over the girl's face.

Following the requirements of the "present" position her elbows
were well back lifting the large breasts so that all but the
lower surface was held well from the chest. Her aureolas were
swollen and light pink with thick stubby nipples that usually
indicated above average sensitivity. He would soon find out.

He grasped the enlarged auerola between his thumbs and
forefingers ensuring that the nipples were included in the grip.
He increased pressure until Jones began to shake slightly, then
lifted the breasts up so that their undersides were clear of her
chest. Her face was now displaying the pain and discomfort she
was feeling so he increased his grip until he could sense her
knees beginning to flex.

"Your bra was somewhat soiled and for that you would be awarded
a Breast Related Demerit. Do you know what happens when a
prisoner has been stupid enough to collect three such BRD's?"

Gritting her teeth she nodded.

"Then tell me!"

"Please, Sir, they receive a b-breast caning across them."

"They do indeed Jones, and right now I have it in mind to apply
for permission to do just that. On the other hand, I could
dispose of the charge with a simple breast spanking... if you
agree?"

Realising that Stewart was deadly serious, she nodded a hurried
agreement. With a final extra squeeze, he dropped the breasts
and stood back.

"I think that a dozen slaps across each breast will be adequate.
You will of course remain in position and not attempt to impede
my hand in any way."

Stewart ordered her to lean slightly forward from the waist, but
to keep her elbows well back. Her breasts hung slightly away
from the chest and were well presented to him. Drawing his right
hand back he gave her right breast a hard back handed slap on
its outer side feeling it compress and sway inwards. He then
gave the same swinging globe a slap on the inner surface. Next
he dealt with her left breast in the same manner then gave each
a hard downwards slap on the upper surface. He gradually worked
his way over the damp swinging breasts until the last two slaps
to each one. He flicked his hand even faster and ensured that
the back of his finger tips impacted on the nipple area. After
the second one on her right breast Jones's hand flew
protectively to cover the tender area.

As a staff member she should have known better.

"Well Jones, you have really blown it now. As you well know that
is classed as 'Refusal to accept punishment'. It means that the
whole punishment is now void, even though it was the last slap
out of 24. Not only will the original BRD still stand but you
have now collected another one. I will have to think very
carefully about this, but almost certainly I will have to report
you to Mrs Cheeseman for her to decide how it should be dealt
with. Back to the present girl!"

As she braced Stewart could see that her eyes were reddened,
whether this was from the breast slapping or the thought of what
might be to come was anyone's guess, but he knew that he now had
her trapped and she was realising just how hopeless a prisoner
would feel in the same situation.

He looked down at her white panties and spread thighs. It was
time to remove her last vestige of pride.

"Remove your panties, hand them to me and resume the present
girl," he ordered in a whisper. Blushing to the roots of her
hair she slipped off the wardress knickers and handed them to
him.

He carefully and pointedly examined them in front of her asking
when she had last changed them. It would seem that it had been
very early that day, a day in which she seemed to spend the
whole day on her feet and more to the point, on which she had
either punished several of the males, or witnessed the same act.
They were certainly damp in the crotch and slightly stained. It
would have been enough to place a female prisoner on report and
he was not going to allow this young wardress to get off without
experiencing some form of punishment.

Stewart produced a pair of latex gloves from the table behind
him and heard Jones emit an audible gasp. He slipped them slowly
over both hands allowing the customary "plick" as they were
released around his wrist.

He did not have to tell the girl what was to happen next, she
knew only too well how the staff were expected to carry out
thorough body searches on prisoners. Stewart thought that he
would start with the mouth and ordered her to open her jaws
wide. He kept her waiting there while he opened a small jar and
rubbed the contents over the gloved fingers. He intended that
this would be as unpleasant as possible.

It was a jar of particularly pungent English Mustard.

She realised this as the fingers passed under her upturned nose
and entered the mouth. He pushed the tips around both upper and
lower jaws and then roughly under her tongue. She started to
splutter and gasp and this was made worse when two fingers
pressed the tongue down and forced themselves to the back of the
throat.

He then slowly, in turn, inserted a finger into each nostril
knowing that the trace of mustard would have it's effect. As his
finger withdrew from the last nostril her eyes were already red
and her nose starting to run.

She was then ordered to lay on the table with her knees apart
and drawn well up.She had dense dark pubic hair. His gloves were
still moist from the mouth inspection and his next examination
was never intended to be anything less than uncomfortable.

Jones now realised to the full how the male prisoners must feel
when she used her authority to casually examine their intimate
areas. She was blushing profusely and unable to look Stewart in
the eyes as he parted her labia with his left fingers and
forcefully inserted the fingers of his right hand into her
cavity.

She felt tighter than most of the female prisoners that he had
body searched and it took some effort on his part to thoroughly
explore her cavity. But searched it was with Jones struggling to
maintain the humiliating position that she had been ordered
into.

Next she was ordered onto her front with head well down, knees
drawn up and spread wide. She could feel his breath on her anal
cleft as he examined her and then the insistent touch of his
finger as it stroked her up and down finally rested on the
puckered brown opening. He had re-lubricated the finger with
some mustard and when he pushed, despite the vaginal tightness
the combination of her position and the added lubricant resulted
in the finger sliding immediately up to the second knuckle.

She gasped at the shock of the intrusion but then started to
squirm as the mustard took effect. A sharp order to remain still
somehow gave her the strength to do just that. She even remained
in position as the second finger was inserted and that secret
cavity probed and pressed. He was in no hurry, sensing that of
all the indignities he had subjected her to, this seemed to be
the worst.

He walked away slipping the gloves off and dropping them into a
basket. He returned to the table with one of the female centre's
most unpleasant devices. It would be an ideal way of starting to
wrap up her experience of being treated as a prisoner.

He ordered her to squat on the table and held the device in
front of her.

"This is what we call an understrap Jones. It is used for a
variety of reasons and tonight it is going to be applied to
remind you that the standard of panty hygiene you displayed
earlier is not acceptable."

He reached round to fasten the waist strap pulling it tight into
her soft waist then reached between the legs to pull the crotch
strap up to the tight position. It took him some time to adjust
the anal knot and, without the gloves, noted how warm the area
felt, no doubt thanks to his unofficial lubricant. The other
larger knots were manoeuvred into position filling the vaginal
cleft in what he thought would be a stimulating but
uncomfortable manner.

She climbed down from the table, with some expressions of
discomfort, to stand in front of him.

"I did mention earlier that we should give those breasts of
yours a work-out so that you will appreciate the support that
your regulation wardress bra normally gives you... but we got
distracted by the condition of the garment. Now is the time to
combine that exercise with ones that will give you an
appreciation of the disciplinary benefits of the crotch strap.
We will start with running on the spot... and I want to see
those knees high."

Jones began running and initially raised her knees to the high
position. Soon the effects of the understrap caused her to slow
down and lower her knees a little. Ignoring the grimace of pain
on her face Stewart stood behind her and used a flexible crop
with a thick leather tab to slap the backs of her legs as they
moved upwards. He kept her at the exercise for a full five
minutes watching the unco-ordinated flopping of her unrestrained
breasts.

After just a brief pause he started her on the astride jumping
with arms out at shoulder level and an extra bounce as the legs
closed and then spread wide. With naked females this was the
exercise guaranteed to make the firmest of breasts move and
Jones's started bouncing in unison but soon developed their own
rhythm and indeed sound as they slapped upwards then downwards
against the sweat-moist chest.

After another five minutes of that exercise he ordered her to
the 'present' and allowed another brief rest. She was sweating
profusely and her skin was shiny and dripping in places. He ran
his hands over the now still globes and then down to her crotch
checking on the tightness of the leather strap. It was certainly
fitted well and must be causing some considerable discomfort.

Which,... after all,... was its purpose.

He raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed them looking
straight at the girl..

"Mmm. It seems your personal hygiene standards are already
slipping Jones. Let's hope I don't give you another personal
inspection when you finish exercising."

Time, he thought to bring the proceedings to an end. He pondered
the possibilities for a few seconds then made his decision.
First, it would be necessary to give her a beating that she
would remember. He selected a hard wooden paddle 6 inches by a
foot long and spoke:

"When you have a male prisoner up before you for training I
presume that you end the session with a beating that will leave
him in no doubt as to your authority. What do you do to get him
to demonstrate that respect after the beating Jones?"

She thought for a moment, shaking slightly from the results of
her exercise.

"He would be required to carry out a personal service for me
Sir." She replied.

"Then I will now beat you with you being aware of what you will
be required to do for me after I have stopped. I am going to
give you 20 hard whacks across your buttocks that you will feel
for some hours. You will also carry the bruises for several days
to remind you of this experience as a prisoner. Bend over that
table, legs wide and with your hands gripping the far edge.
Remember, any attempt to impede my efforts will result in a
noticeable increase in the number of strokes. Brace yourself!"

It was a heavy piece of wood, well polished by all the buttocks
that it had previously landed upon. Stewart laid each whack on
with suitable force striking both chubby cheeks evenly. As the
buttocks bounced he could see the understrap and the redness
around the anus that it had caused. Soon the whole area would
match.

As the heavy application of the panel progressed it was obvious
that the girl was starting to have great difficulty in
maintaining her position. By the tenth stroke bruising and white
patches were already beginning to appear and she was starting to
shake as she desperately absorbed the increasing pain. At the
fifteenth slap she almost grabbed her burning nates with her
hands, but managed to resume her grip on the table before
Stewart had to issue any reminders as to the increase in
punishment that would follow such a slip.

Jones would later admit that she had no idea how she accepted
the last five whacks across her burning buttocks. Perhaps it was
the potential shame of admitting that she was unable to take the
sort of punishment that she handed out on an hourly basis.

But accept them she did and finished up, back at the 'present'
shaking with the pain and humiliation. Real tears ran down her
plump cheeks as waves of burning pain swept through her thighs.

Stewart picked up a sealed condom from the table and placed it
between her teeth then casually slipped his clothes off until he
too was naked with his erection all too visible. He knelt down
between her spread legs and unclipped the under-strap snatching
it from the folds in which parts of it were hidden. He could see
that it had done its job from the redness around her labia and
the way in which her delicate inner labia remained parted after
it's removal. Still carrying the damp leather device he went
over to the large armchair, laid back in it with his feet
outstretched and pointing to his penis, ordered her to fit the
condom.

She knelt between his legs and tearing the packet with her
teeth, extracted what seemed to her to be a strange latex
device. It was one of a set that a male colleague of Stewart's
had specially ordered. It had hard ridges around the shaft that
would make the organ feel exceptionally thick in girth, but more
to the point if worn for penetration following a females wearing
of an understrap, it would continue the chafing of soft tissue
so that the normal pleasurable sensations would be denied her.

All this possibility was written on her sweating face as she
forced the condom down over the hard organ in front of her.

With a frightened glance at Stewart and without any further
orders she dutifully climbed up onto the chair with her legs
spread and, facing him, mounted the penis with a gasp of pain as
she slid her hot and well lubricated sex over the hard latex
shape.

"This is not intended to be pleasant for you girl, just me, so I
want you to start lifting yourself up and down until I tell you
that you can stop."

With her face screwed up in response to the stinging chafing of
the condom she raised and lowered herself rhythmically with the
sweat covered inner thighs contracting and expanding to raise
the crotch. Each time she tried to slow, Stewart reacted by
firmly gripping both the tender nipples and squeezing until the
rhythm had been restored.

Despite the pain and discomfort Jones worked away riding
Stewart's penis until after just a couple of minutes the
expression on his face and a long shudder told her that she had
achieved his aim. If she thought that her ordeal as a prisoner
was now over, she was mistaken. She remained kneeling over
Stewart.

"Just one more thing before you get dressed Jones. I am sure
that you were not able to climax yourself and knowing the Centre
policies regarding not allowing prisoners to spend too long
between sessions of sexual relief... I have decided that you
will be allowed to take yourself to a climax using this rather
damp understrap. How long this takes will be up to you."

Swallowing back what remained of her pride, Jones grasped the
cruel knotted length of leather and, opening her intimate divide
with one hand, gently started to rub the device against her
reddened clitoris seemingly enjoying the sensation of pain mixed
with pleasure.

The way in which Stewart looked into her face watching every
twitch of her expression seemed to spur her on and in just
seconds she began to shudder, moan and rub frantically to her
peak.

Allowing no time for rest, Stewart ordered her to her feet and
then to dress in the clothes she had stripped off on his earlier
orders. She soon stood in front of him, dishevelled and
registering the humility of what she had been through.

"I have yet to decide on what measures to recommend to Mrs
Cheeseman regarding your breast offences, but I would prepare
yourself for the worst as she is not a lady to let standards
slip."

"Dismiss!"

...and a now more humble young wardress left for her own
accommodation and a period of self-pity.


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October 12, 2009

dog service for husband?

From: charanjeet matharu
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 07:05:24 -0300


I once read something when you made your slave a dog and enjoyed
the moments spent with it. I hope you will be kind enough to
repeat the same or send me the details. Another way to start
might be to send your husband to a friend?

thanks

October 3, 2009

The Prisoner - Chapter 78

From: Boz 4444
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2009 19:23:28 +0000


Dear Ms Christine,

After some months, I have now attached another chapter in the
story "The Prisoner."

Kind regards,
Boz


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The Prisoner, by Will Cane
Chapter 78


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Stewart was down to breakfast early the next morning. Two of his
female prisoners were on serving duty and rushed to prepare his
breakfast to his requirements. A rueful Miss Jones sat opposite
and he noted that she frequently squirmed on the hard dining
chair as she tried to retain her composure.

Outside it looked a bitterly cold day with a fine drizzle. In
the distance he could see the rest of his squad on a work detail
removing weeds from the long gravel drive. He was surprised to
see that they were lightly dressed in their thin T shirts, short
skirts and work boots. No doubt Mr Turman had ordered their
lightweight clothes so that they would feel the full effects of
the morning chill.

As he nibbled his freshly made toast Stewart saw, through the
double glazing panes of the Manor that Mr Turman, warmly dressed
in his uniform great-coat, hat and gloves had lined the ten
females up for some perceived error on someone's part.

With some difficulty Mr Turman undid his heavy coat and
unclipped his strap. The squad, clearly shivering from the damp
and biting wind, held out their right hands. He slowly moved
down the line laying a powerful stroke of the strap across the
freezing and wet palms.

It was too far away to hear any sound or see the expression of
pain on their faces but from the wavering of the hands after the
strap had landed, it had hurt like hell. When he had struck the
last hand Mr Turman went down the line again laying a second
stroke on the same, now throbbing, palm before stowing the
strap, fastening his coat and ordering them back on their knees
for more weeding.

Stewart made a mental note to congratulate the young officer on
his choice of target and the fact he laid on two strokes to the
same hand. No doubt their buttocks would be similarly chilled
but nothing could beat a well laid on strap across freezing cold
hands even though, to any onlookers, it would appear a very
minor punishment.

In truth, any male onlooker would have been more absorbed by the
way that the females panties, had, with the constant bending and
squatting, worked their way into a wedge in their anal clefts.
This could, if Turman so chose, be classified as a uniform
discrepancy but perhaps he felt that they were already under
sufficient discomfort.

Excusing herself, Miss Jones left the table leaving Stewart to
his thoughts.

He smiled to himself as he recalled what had happened to her
just a few hours ago.


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Stewart had started by ordering her to lower her stockings and
mount the knee board once more. Naturally, her knees had already
been sensitised but he kept her there for the same time as
before to make her realise that they were starting afresh. It
took a fair amount of her self control to hold out, especially
as Stewart was even more insistent on her maintaining a straight
backed position to maximise the weight on her already bruised
knees.

He then told her to replace the stockings into the suspender
clips and take up the 'present' position.

Standing to one side he slowly looked her up and down. She was
certainly far from pretty and carrying a goodly amount of puppy
fat around her hips and breasts. He knew that she would be self
conscious about this and planned to exploit this as the evening
progressed. Moving round to her front he gently rubbed the palm
of his hands over the breasts feeling a degree of firmness that
impressed him. Despite the thickness of the shirt and her
underwear the nipples rapidly became turgid and he could feel
them flexing against the breasts. Already a blush of
embarrassment was spreading up her face from her neck.

"I intend to treat you as I would any prisoner who was up before
me for a uniform inspection, body search or whatever. I will
make this evening as humiliating as possible and you may rest
assured that the slightest infringement of any rule or
instruction will be dealt with in the same way that a prisoner
would be punished, and that means by inflicting corporal
punishment to the degree that you will find rather painful. Do I
make myself clear girl?"

Jones muttered her agreement.

"Remove your tie and blouse the resume the present position,"
ordered Stewart.

Her brassiere was one of the type denied to the larger breasted
prisoners, it was one that offered maximum support which she
clearly needed to contain the large assets. Back at the
'present' she displayed some considerable embarrassment because
much of the upper breasts were exposed and the nipples showed
prominently in both shape and light pink colour through the
white material. Her waist bulged a little over the skirt waist
band.

"Before continuing with your examination I am going to show you
just how much a harsh application of the cane can hurt. If I
waited until your buttocks had been hand slapped or even
strapped the effect of laying a cane across cold unmarked flesh
would have been reduced and therefore less effective. I will be
giving you ten strokes, five with the buttocks tight and five
with them relaxed, again so that you can appreciate the
difference as do the prisoners. We don't have the facilities to
secure you so you will just have to accept the punishment
without that benefit. Should you attempt to stop the application
by either standing up or putting your hands in the way... it
will be increased... considerably... if necessary, in the
punishment barn. Do you understand?"

Jones was really looking frightened as she nodded her
acceptance. He ordered her to the centre of the room, told her
to place her feet well apart and bend over from the waist. He
moved behind her and pulled the uniform skirt up over her back
exposing the tightly spread target. He pulled the panties high
into the cleft and walked over to the table on which he had
placed the equipment to select a medium sized flexible cane with
a rubber handle grip. He swished it experimentally through the
air a few times, stood to her left and corrected her position to
his satisfaction so that she was fully "tight" even down her
thigh backs.

He tapped the left cheek with the cane tip to align his aim
correctly, raised the rattan over his shoulder, and brought it
whistling down to strike both cheeks evenly.

It was, by any standards, a harsh stroke. That was what had been
promised and he had no intention of going easy on this girl any
more than he would one of the female prisoners. Jones jumped and
squealed with both the surprising force of the stroke and the
rapid searing pain that followed it. The next was deliberately
laid across the junction of thigh and buttock that was scarcely
discernable on account of her tightly bent position.

Her muffled cry indicated how much it had hurt her, but she
stayed in position even as the three stokes to the meatier
buttocks whistled home. She was then told to stand back at the
'present'.

"The next five will be across the relaxed buttocks Jones, so we
will have you standing at the 'present'. My advice is not to
clench and remain in position so that your skirt does not fall
down and impede my efforts."

It was always difficult laying on full power strokes with the
victim standing but following three that sank well into the semi-
relaxed buttocks Stewart then laid two firm strokes into the
crease at the top of the plump thighs. Jones managed to remain
in position but tears ran down each cheek as she was told to
adjust her panties lower her skirt and sit on a stool opposite
Stewart's armchair.

She was still absorbing the pain of the strokes and not thinking
as clearly as she should. She saw Stewart looking down at her
and suddenly realised her mistake and spread her knees the
regulation forty five degrees that required her to ease the
uniform skirt back up her thighs. She then placed her hands
behind her back.

In almost a whisper Stewart told her that he would decide what a
suitable punishment would be for that basic error in due time.
Right now he required the answer to some questions.

He looked the young wardress up and down taking in the tight
brassiere and spread thighs revealing her white panty crotch.
When he looked her in the eyes she was blushing furiously. That
flush didn't leave her face as he asked questions that he knew,
from previous sessions with female prisoners, would cause her
maximum embarrassment. Firstly ones about her sexual life, when
she last had intercourse, (a week), whether she had any
experience with other females (several experiments when she was
in school), when she had last bathed and how often she
masturbated. The previous questions were bad enough but this
resulted in a look of horror and silence.

Stewart told her that he needed an answer and was perfectly
prepared to thrash one out of her. Hesitatingly, and with her
face turning an even deeper shade of red she muttered that she
did this most nights when she went to bed. He picked up the
nearby cane and leaning forward stroked the tip up and down the
crease that defined the girl's vulva under the white material.

"I may well require a demonstration of that later tonight Jones,
but first I need to deal with that error with your knees. I
think that a strap applied to your inner thighs should act as a
reminder every time you sit down in my presence. Stand up, pull
your skirt well up to your waist, put your left foot on the top
of the stool at ninety degrees to your other leg. Then undo the
suspender straps and roll your stockings down to your knees."

Jones was beginning to show signs of not only pain but also some
real fear of what was to happen next. She stood as directed with
her left plump inner thigh parallel to the floor and exposed to
whatever Stewart decided. He chose a short thick strap, stood to
her front, and applied three hard strokes at the mid point on
the thigh, one on top of the other. They left a two inch wide
red patch that was almost visibly throbbing. He repeated the
exercise on her other thigh, told her to remove her stockings,
suspender belt and shoes and resume the 'present'.

Despite her rigid position her face showed marked signs of the
pain that her soft and tender thighs were transmitting.

He now thought that the time had come to inflict a little
humiliation on her and told her to remove her skirt and resume
the position.

The young girl now stood in just her heavy bra and regulation
panties with her face screwed up as she continued to absorb the
pain.

"I see that you wear a heavy support brassiere unlike the female
prisoners with large breasts. It must feel very supportive when
you are watching my girls exercise in just their lightweight
regulation versions. How do you think your breasts will feel if
we exercise them a little?"

Without waiting for an answer, Stewart ordered her to remove the
bra and resume the 'present'. Blushing furiously, Jones reached
behind her and struggled to unclip the broad strap, she then
leant forward so that the item slipped off her breasts, placed
it into Stewart's outstretched hand and snapped back into the
position.

At first he ignored the female and concentrated on a thorough
examination of the garment. It was damp under the arm pits and
when he glanced at her, noticed how a thin film of sweat had
formed over her upper body. It was of a sturdy construction and
the label was marked 42EE which did not surprise him.

To his delight he found a smudge of dirt on the rear strap where
she had obviously slipped the garment on with some dirt on a
finger. He casually threw it to one side commenting on the mark
letting the implications pass over the girl's face.

Following the requirements of the "present" position her elbows
were well back lifting the large breasts so that all but the
lower surface was held well from the chest. Her aureolas were
swollen and light pink with thick stubby nipples that usually
indicated above average sensitivity. He would soon find out.

He grasped the enlarged auerola between his thumbs and
forefingers ensuring that the nipples were included in the grip.
He increased pressure until Jones began to shake slightly, then
lifted the breasts up so that their undersides were clear of her
chest. Her face was now displaying the pain and discomfort she
was feeling so he increased his grip until he could sense her
knees beginning to flex.

"Your bra was somewhat soiled and for that you would be awarded
a Breast Related Demerit. Do you know what happens when a
prisoner has been stupid enough to collect three such BRD's?"

Gritting her teeth she nodded.

"Then tell me!"

"Please, Sir, they receive a b-breast caning across them."

"They do indeed Jones, and right now I have it in mind to apply
for permission to do just that. On the other hand, I could
dispose of the charge with a simple breast spanking... if you
agree?"

Realising that Stewart was deadly serious, she nodded a hurried
agreement. With a final extra squeeze, he dropped the breasts
and stood back.

"I think that a dozen slaps across each breast will be adequate.
You will of course remain in position and not attempt to impede
my hand in any way."

Stewart ordered her to lean slightly forward from the waist, but
to keep her elbows well back. Her breasts hung slightly away
from the chest and were well presented to him. Drawing his right
hand back he gave her right breast a hard back handed slap on
its outer side feeling it compress and sway inwards. He then
gave the same swinging globe a slap on the inner surface. Next
he dealt with her left breast in the same manner then gave each
a hard downwards slap on the upper surface. He gradually worked
his way over the damp swinging breasts until the last two slaps
to each one. He flicked his hand even faster and ensured that
the back of his finger tips impacted on the nipple area. After
the second one on her right breast Jones's hand flew
protectively to cover the tender area.

As a staff member she should have known better.

"Well Jones, you have really blown it now. As you well know that
is classed as 'Refusal to accept punishment'. It means that the
whole punishment is now void, even though it was the last slap
out of 24. Not only will the original BRD still stand but you
have now collected another one. I will have to think very
carefully about this, but almost certainly I will have to report
you to Mrs Cheeseman for her to decide how it should be dealt
with. Back to the present girl!"

As she braced Stewart could see that her eyes were reddened,
whether this was from the breast slapping or the thought of what
might be to come was anyone's guess, but he knew that he now had
her trapped and she was realising just how hopeless a prisoner
would feel in the same situation.

He looked down at her white panties and spread thighs. It was
time to remove her last vestige of pride.

"Remove your panties, hand them to me and resume the present
girl," he ordered in a whisper. Blushing to the roots of her
hair she slipped off the wardress knickers and handed them to
him.

He carefully and pointedly examined them in front of her asking
when she had last changed them. It would seem that it had been
very early that day, a day in which she seemed to spend the
whole day on her feet and more to the point, on which she had
either punished several of the males, or witnessed the same act.
They were certainly damp in the crotch and slightly stained. It
would have been enough to place a female prisoner on report and
he was not going to allow this young wardress to get off without
experiencing some form of punishment.

Stewart produced a pair of latex gloves from the table behind
him and heard Jones emit an audible gasp. He slipped them slowly
over both hands allowing the customary "plick" as they were
released around his wrist.

He did not have to tell the girl what was to happen next, she
knew only too well how the staff were expected to carry out
thorough body searches on prisoners. Stewart thought that he
would start with the mouth and ordered her to open her jaws
wide. He kept her waiting there while he opened a small jar and
rubbed the contents over the gloved fingers. He intended that
this would be as unpleasant as possible.

It was a jar of particularly pungent English Mustard.

She realised this as the fingers passed under her upturned nose
and entered the mouth. He pushed the tips around both upper and
lower jaws and then roughly under her tongue. She started to
splutter and gasp and this was made worse when two fingers
pressed the tongue down and forced themselves to the back of the
throat.

He then slowly, in turn, inserted a finger into each nostril
knowing that the trace of mustard would have it's effect. As his
finger withdrew from the last nostril her eyes were already red
and her nose starting to run.

She was then ordered to lay on the table with her knees apart
and drawn well up.She had dense dark pubic hair. His gloves were
still moist from the mouth inspection and his next examination
was never intended to be anything less than uncomfortable.

Jones now realised to the full how the male prisoners must feel
when she used her authority to casually examine their intimate
areas. She was blushing profusely and unable to look Stewart in
the eyes as he parted her labia with his left fingers and
forcefully inserted the fingers of his right hand into her
cavity.

She felt tighter than most of the female prisoners that he had
body searched and it took some effort on his part to thoroughly
explore her cavity. But searched it was with Jones struggling to
maintain the humiliating position that she had been ordered
into.

Next she was ordered onto her front with head well down, knees
drawn up and spread wide. She could feel his breath on her anal
cleft as he examined her and then the insistent touch of his
finger as it stroked her up and down finally rested on the
puckered brown opening. He had re-lubricated the finger with
some mustard and when he pushed, despite the vaginal tightness
the combination of her position and the added lubricant resulted
in the finger sliding immediately up to the second knuckle.

She gasped at the shock of the intrusion but then started to
squirm as the mustard took effect. A sharp order to remain still
somehow gave her the strength to do just that. She even remained
in position as the second finger was inserted and that secret
cavity probed and pressed. He was in no hurry, sensing that of
all the indignities he had subjected her to, this seemed to be
the worst.

He walked away slipping the gloves off and dropping them into a
basket. He returned to the table with one of the female centre's
most unpleasant devices. It would be an ideal way of starting to
wrap up her experience of being treated as a prisoner.

He ordered her to squat on the table and held the device in
front of her.

"This is what we call an understrap Jones. It is used for a
variety of reasons and tonight it is going to be applied to
remind you that the standard of panty hygiene you displayed
earlier is not acceptable."

He reached round to fasten the waist strap pulling it tight into
her soft waist then reached between the legs to pull the crotch
strap up to the tight position. It took him some time to adjust
the anal knot and, without the gloves, noted how warm the area
felt, no doubt thanks to his unofficial lubricant. The other
larger knots were manoeuvred into position filling the vaginal
cleft in what he thought would be a stimulating but
uncomfortable manner.

She climbed down from the table, with some expressions of
discomfort, to stand in front of him.

"I did mention earlier that we should give those breasts of
yours a work-out so that you will appreciate the support that
your regulation wardress bra normally gives you... but we got
distracted by the condition of the garment. Now is the time to
combine that exercise with ones that will give you an
appreciation of the disciplinary benefits of the crotch strap.
We will start with running on the spot... and I want to see
those knees high."

Jones began running and initially raised her knees to the high
position. Soon the effects of the understrap caused her to slow
down and lower her knees a little. Ignoring the grimace of pain
on her face Stewart stood behind her and used a flexible crop
with a thick leather tab to slap the backs of her legs as they
moved upwards. He kept her at the exercise for a full five
minutes watching the unco-ordinated flopping of her unrestrained
breasts.

After just a brief pause he started her on the astride jumping
with arms out at shoulder level and an extra bounce as the legs
closed and then spread wide. With naked females this was the
exercise guaranteed to make the firmest of breasts move and
Jones's started bouncing in unison but soon developed their own
rhythm and indeed sound as they slapped upwards then downwards
against the sweat-moist chest.

After another five minutes of that exercise he ordered her to
the 'present' and allowed another brief rest. She was sweating
profusely and her skin was shiny and dripping in places. He ran
his hands over the now still globes and then down to her crotch
checking on the tightness of the leather strap. It was certainly
fitted well and must be causing some considerable discomfort.

Which,... after all,... was its purpose.

He raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed them looking
straight at the girl..

"Mmm. It seems your personal hygiene standards are already
slipping Jones. Let's hope I don't give you another personal
inspection when you finish exercising."

Time, he thought to bring the proceedings to an end. He pondered
the possibilities for a few seconds then made his decision.
First, it would be necessary to give her a beating that she
would remember. He selected a hard wooden paddle 6 inches by a
foot long and spoke:

"When you have a male prisoner up before you for training I
presume that you end the session with a beating that will leave
him in no doubt as to your authority. What do you do to get him
to demonstrate that respect after the beating Jones?"

She thought for a moment, shaking slightly from the results of
her exercise.

"He would be required to carry out a personal service for me
Sir." She replied.

"Then I will now beat you with you being aware of what you will
be required to do for me after I have stopped. I am going to
give you 20 hard whacks across your buttocks that you will feel
for some hours. You will also carry the bruises for several days
to remind you of this experience as a prisoner. Bend over that
table, legs wide and with your hands gripping the far edge.
Remember, any attempt to impede my efforts will result in a
noticeable increase in the number of strokes. Brace yourself!"

It was a heavy piece of wood, well polished by all the buttocks
that it had previously landed upon. Stewart laid each whack on
with suitable force striking both chubby cheeks evenly. As the
buttocks bounced he could see the understrap and the redness
around the anus that it had caused. Soon the whole area would
match.

As the heavy application of the panel progressed it was obvious
that the girl was starting to have great difficulty in
maintaining her position. By the tenth stroke bruising and white
patches were already beginning to appear and she was starting to
shake as she desperately absorbed the increasing pain. At the
fifteenth slap she almost grabbed her burning nates with her
hands, but managed to resume her grip on the table before
Stewart had to issue any reminders as to the increase in
punishment that would follow such a slip.

Jones would later admit that she had no idea how she accepted
the last five whacks across her burning buttocks. Perhaps it was
the potential shame of admitting that she was unable to take the
sort of punishment that she handed out on an hourly basis.

But accept them she did and finished up, back at the 'present'
shaking with the pain and humiliation. Real tears ran down her
plump cheeks as waves of burning pain swept through her thighs.

Stewart picked up a sealed condom from the table and placed it
between her teeth then casually slipped his clothes off until he
too was naked with his erection all too visible. He knelt down
between her spread legs and unclipped the under-strap snatching
it from the folds in which parts of it were hidden. He could see
that it had done its job from the redness around her labia and
the way in which her delicate inner labia remained parted after
it's removal. Still carrying the damp leather device he went
over to the large armchair, laid back in it with his feet
outstretched and pointing to his penis, ordered her to fit the
condom.

She knelt between his legs and tearing the packet with her
teeth, extracted what seemed to her to be a strange latex
device. It was one of a set that a male colleague of Stewart's
had specially ordered. It had hard ridges around the shaft that
would make the organ feel exceptionally thick in girth, but more
to the point if worn for penetration following a females wearing
of an understrap, it would continue the chafing of soft tissue
so that the normal pleasurable sensations would be denied her.

All this possibility was written on her sweating face as she
forced the condom down over the hard organ in front of her.

With a frightened glance at Stewart and without any further
orders she dutifully climbed up onto the chair with her legs
spread and, facing him, mounted the penis with a gasp of pain as
she slid her hot and well lubricated sex over the hard latex
shape.

"This is not intended to be pleasant for you girl, just me, so I
want you to start lifting yourself up and down until I tell you
that you can stop."

With her face screwed up in response to the stinging chafing of
the condom she raised and lowered herself rhythmically with the
sweat covered inner thighs contracting and expanding to raise
the crotch. Each time she tried to slow, Stewart reacted by
firmly gripping both the tender nipples and squeezing until the
rhythm had been restored.

Despite the pain and discomfort Jones worked away riding
Stewart's penis until after just a couple of minutes the
expression on his face and a long shudder told her that she had
achieved his aim. If she thought that her ordeal as a prisoner
was now over, she was mistaken. She remained kneeling over
Stewart.

"Just one more thing before you get dressed Jones. I am sure
that you were not able to climax yourself and knowing the Centre
policies regarding not allowing prisoners to spend too long
between sessions of sexual relief... I have decided that you
will be allowed to take yourself to a climax using this rather
damp understrap. How long this takes will be up to you."

Swallowing back what remained of her pride, Jones grasped the
cruel knotted length of leather and, opening her intimate divide
with one hand, gently started to rub the device against her
reddened clitoris seemingly enjoying the sensation of pain mixed
with pleasure.

The way in which Stewart looked into her face watching every
twitch of her expression seemed to spur her on and in just
seconds she began to shudder, moan and rub frantically to her
peak.

Allowing no time for rest, Stewart ordered her to her feet and
then to dress in the clothes she had stripped off on his earlier
orders. She soon stood in front of him, dishevelled and
registering the humility of what she had been through.

"I have yet to decide on what measures to recommend to Mrs
Cheeseman regarding your breast offences, but I would prepare
yourself for the worst as she is not a lady to let standards
slip."

"Dismiss!"

...and a now more humble young wardress left for her own
accommodation and a period of self-pity.


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The previous episode, Chapter 77, is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/12/the_prisoner_chapter_77.shtml

October 1, 2009

strap ons and males left hanging

From: Madamplz
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 11:20:49 EDT


In "Re: C: Chastity Question, Is "Milking" Just The Myth That I Think It Is?"

slaveboy wrote:

>been meaning to ask you a question about a former posting
>concerning strap ons, where you ended it with a question like
>"Why would I want to be inert?" if I recall correctly. I would
>love if you would elaborate on that if you can. It kind of
>left me "hanging" as to what you meant. Thanks


slaveboy, I have been writing on this list very nearly since
this its inception. I write for clarity, for discussion, and
expression. Often I write here to encourage women to try taking
their pleasure in a way that causes their relationship to evolve
pervasively. Most of all, I write to feed my own narcissism. I
love being aware that out there in cyber space there are
thousands of little men for whose erections I may claim
responsibility.

I'm happy to expound on my thoughts for you when I am able to
remember them. Since much (most) of what I write is convoluted I
may forget not only what I said, but why. If you are able to
find the quote in the context in which I posted, by all means,
repost it for me and I'll give it my fullest attention.

Thank you for asking. I love nothing better than discussing my
use of a strap on unless its the possible exception of knowing
I've left a portion of the male readership of Domestic
"hanging".

'Tis good to be the Queen.

Madam


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