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December 28, 2009

humiliating my slave-dog

Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:11:07 -0500
From: Danielle

Hi All:

I thought you might enjoy what I just did to my slave today. I
wanted to remind him of who is in charge of his dignity so...


I made him go to the local gay bath house. We live in a large
city and I sent him to an upscale nice place. I made him spend
two hours naked in front of all the real men. You see, my slave
has a very small penis and no body hair because I have had him
laser it off. Anyway, I gave him instructions to stand in front
of the mirror and shave, take steam shower, and so on. All
without a towel or anything to cover him. I also made him arrive
and leave wearing his big black leather collar.

When he got home I made him jerk off onto a newspaper like a dog
while I watched.

Happy New Year to all....

Danielle

December 26, 2009

Jim's Story - part seven

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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part seven


It was UPS. I signed for six boxes addressed to Kathleen. I
stacked the boxes and went to tell Kathleen.

She said: "It's very timely for the materials to arrive just
now. Come get your tools we have some assembly work to do."

Two of the boxes held parts to make a stock to secure a person.
Kathleen said she ordered this for me, and it's an omen that it
arrived after I acquired three demerits for the same lust
offense. That made me nervous enough that I stopped noticing her
bathrobe fluttering open as she moved. The other boxes I saw had
whips, belts and other instruments that even I thought were
kinky.

She told me to move everything into her room. Then I got screw-
drivers an adjustable wrench and put the contraption together.
It consisted of a platform that I would stand on with rings near
where my feet would be, a rail about the height of my waist and
a frame holding an assembly to hold hands and head. When I
finished it looked diabolical.

Kathleen handed me accessories that fit into the rings so that
the feet could be secured. As I finished attaching the leg
bracelets, Kathleen stood watching me.

She said: "This will move the level of discipline to a higher
level; I can't have you standing for hours because you're too
useful. You will find spending just half that time in these
stocks will have an even better effect."

I shivered. But I put away the tools and folded the boxes and
carried them outside. When I came in Kathleen invited me into
her bedroom. She said, "Perhaps you can focus on these new
arrivals we have and dress me without lusting after my body, do
you think you can Jim?"

All I could say was: "Yes ma'am."

I asked if she would like a bath and she said "not now", she
wanted me to take her to the toilet. I knelt down thinking how I
would feel contorted in that frame. I saw many packages she had
received whose contents weren't shared with me. I tried to think
of this woman not as my mistress but an invalid that needed help
on the toilet, I wasn't related to her, I was just an orderly.
It seemed to work.

Then Kathleen said: "I see your were a little distracted while
you were attending me, that's good, but don't congratulate
yourself yet, I would like a massage, a full body massage."

I said: "I will get the massage table and some sheets and the
oil, Miss Kathleen." And I curtsied and went for the stuff. I
nuked the oil in the microwave for fifteen seconds to warm it.

I set up the table so that I could see the stocks that I had
assembled. I tried to imagine how long Kathleen would put me in
them. Yet I rubbed her back and her ass, and I could feel my
body becoming aroused. I tried to imagine that this was the 75th
client today that I had to massage. Maybe it helped. But then it
was time to turn her over.

I remember reading a zoology book that explained how unusual
humans were having boobs and pussy on the same side of the body,
he called humans the sexy animals. And faced with the double
whammy of sexiness, would I be able to think of how to pass a
camel through the eye of a needle, as my hands cupped her
breasts.

Then more oil smoothing it over her stomach and then working
down, it was getting to be too exciting so I moved to her feet
and thought of one little pig went to market, etc, then back up
her leg, then the other, I wondered if she would miss me
massaging the high parts of her thighs.

"Would Miss Kathleen like a bath, now?" I asked.

She hesitated then answered dreamily: "In a little while."

I got fresh coffee, and ran the bath with extra soap to wash
away the oil.

I started with washing her back, and thought about what to fix
for dinner as I washed under and around her breasts, and how
often the house should be vacuumed while I washed between her
thighs.

After drying her and putting her robe around her, she said: "You
may select my panties bra and garter."

I selected the least attractive color, a shade of gray and black
garter belt which was shiny, but I tried not to dwell on it. She
seemed to approve of my selection and sat down.

I tried not to look at her while I wrapped the belt around her
waist and fastened it at the front, unfortunately I saw just
above the clip her lovely breasts and just below the bush of her
pussy. I didn't think about it, much. I slid on her panties and
caught her breasts in the brassiere and fastened the clasp.

Kathleen said: "I think I have gray stockings, try to find
them."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I found them.

It's not real hard to roll a stocking onto a foot, but it's more
difficult if you try not think it's a foot. Then suddenly: SLAP!

"Pay attention," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

I slid the other leg up with care and became aroused by her body
so close, my hands so close to her pussy, staring up at her
boobs.

I saw her expression harden as I fastened the garters.

"I want the black platform pumps," she said.

I put them on her feet.

Then she stood up and grabbed my elbow and guided me to the
stocks. "Fasten your ankles to the platform," she said.

I did, but I had to stoop and lean, it wasn't easy.

"Now lean forward and put your head here and your hands," she
said.

Then she closed the top half of the stocks and I was held tight.
The cross bar forced me to tip forward so there was weight on my
shoulders. She fastened a belt across my back so it was
impossible to move side to side or front to back. Then she left.
She closed the bedroom door.

She came back in and walked around where I could see her. She
looked like a page out of Playboy, gray bra and panties, shiny
black garter belt and extreme high heeled shoes. And in her hand
was a leather strap.

She said: "You lust after my body but you see what I have here."

"I want you to think of lust and the effect of this strap."

She walked around behind me and said: "You have lusted in a
disgusting manner three times, it's my policy to increase the
punishment each time to limit the recidivism. For the first
lusting I will give you twelve strokes, for the second you get
fifteen and for the third it's raised to twenty. So Jimmy how
many is that?"

"I beg pardon madam, what did you ask me?" I said.

Kathleen said: "You should pay attention to me when I talk, that
will cost you, I'm not so good at sums, let's round it up to
fifty. I think this strap will get your attention. Are you
ready?"

"But madam I can't possibly take that many strokes," I was
begging.

"I think you can and will," she said. And delivered such a
painful stroke that I screamed out. I could hear her exhale,
then there was another one and another scream from me. I could
not believe I could take so much pain. Then the third arrived.
And it was awful, maybe I'll faint, I thought, I tried to wiggle
but all I could do was to clench and unclench my butt, she had
me so tightly fastened. She paused, and I thought she might have
relented.

She said, "Jim, I know that it hurts, but did the strap get your
attention?"

"Yes ma'am it did," I immediately answered.

"Then you agree it's a fine instrument indeed and I think more
will focus your attention further."

She continued: "After each stroke you will thank the strap for
its fine work, or you may thank me for applying it. Remember I
won't count the stroke unless I hear a clear thank you Miss
Kathleen before the next one touches your skin. Are we clear on
this, because fifty strokes is a lot and I don't want you to
have to bear more."

"Yes Miss Kathleen, I wish to thank you for the three strokes
you have given me."

Before I said 'given me' the next one landed and I screamed:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I had never experienced so much intense pain. My throat was
becoming sore from screaming with pain the yelling thank you
Miss Kathleen.

She said: "That's 25, half the way. I will let you recover for a
while and after I have a little wine I will return and we will
resume the punishment for lusting. Are you going to lust after
Sarah and Me in the future?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen."

She said: "I'm glad the strap has done such a good job so
quickly, please continue thinking how you will refrain from
lusting."

Kathleen walked out and closed the door.

I couldn't move, the strap around my waist just left me enough
room to breathe, there was just a little wiggle at each foot,
and my head and hands had no space to move. My muscles ached
from the lack of mobility, and the backs of my thighs and ass
felt like they had been cut open. The stocks tipped me forward
so my shoulders were carrying my upper body. I found myself in
total misery and this bitch relentlessly toyed with me. Oh I
forgot, I'm supposed to think about not lusting. I want out of
this contraption.

Kathleen entered quietly, and said: "Are you anxious to finish
your sentence?"

I answered, "Please Miss Kathleen, I can't take anymore."

Kathleen said: "You can and you will, before I did the counting
and this is your punishment so you should do the counting. The
same rules apply, you must announce the count and thank me or
the stroke won't count. Lets practice, you are starting at 26."

I received a shocking hard stroke with no warning. I screamed,
then I screamed "twenty-six", then I screamed "thank you Miss
Kathleen", and the next stroke landed on the last syllable of
'Kathleen', 27 and so it went.

One time I screamed "thirty-four thank you Miss Kelly", and
Kathleen said: "That does not count, you are getting number 34,"
and stroked me extra hard. Tears were running down my face.

Finally I screamed "fifty" and "thank you Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said, since this is your first session in the stocks, I
will leave you here for only another hour. Tell me what you will
be thinking during that hour.

I was in a daze and I heard Kathleen's tone harden, "Jim, do we
need more strap to get your attention?"

"Please no Miss Kathleen I'm focused," I begged.

"Very well then, tell me what you will be thinking about during
the next hour."

I thought, hour? What is she talking about? Then it came to me,
I said: "I will never lust after you madam or Miss Sarah."

Kathleen said: "That will be time very well spent. I will see
you later."

She left and closed the door. I sniffled for five or ten
minutes, snot came out of my nose, I felt so dirty and
repulsive. The time dragged as I ached. "Please let me out," I
moaned. There was no clock in my view. I tried to meditate but
the pain distracted me. I guess I'll do anything to not go
through this again.

Kathleen came in, and opened the top half of the stocks that
held my head and hands, and unfastened the belt that held my
waist.

Kathleen was still in panties and bra and garter, but she had
put on perfume, and I knew the hard part was still ahead of me,
because I felt so much lust for this woman that it was an ache.

Kathleen said, "You may release the leg shackles."

I did and she held me, because I would have fallen otherwise.
She helped me onto her bed and positioned me face down.

She said: "You can rest here for a short while and gather your
strength back."

She came back in what seemed like a few minutes and handcuffed
me with my hands behind my back, and left again. Why am I
deserving this? I wondered. I fell asleep and when I woke, there
was a cover over me. I lay there thinking of Kathleen and what
she was doing to me. The more she punished me it seemed the more
I was lusting after her. Where will this end?

I fell asleep again, then I woke up and Kathleen was naked
beside me and I guessed it was the middle of the night. I lay
there thinking of what I had become. I would do anything to
avoid being beaten like that. But I was committed to this woman
to a degree I couldn't have imagined. I guess she knew all that
and maybe that's why I'm handcuffed. I guess I'm the slave and
she is the goddess. She can do anything she wants and I can do
only what she lets me.

read part eight here

2009-12-26 ( 15 edited messages )

# Re: admin: Good News for Visa/MC/JCB users
# C: is piss drinking harmful?
# Re: C: is piss drinking harmful?
# Re: C: submissive aroused by angry Mistress?
# Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
# S: Vicky Takes Control - part three
# S: Jim's Story - part six


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Re: admin: Good News for Visa/MC/JCB users
From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2009 04:06:12 -0000


Hello,

On 1 Dec 2009 Christine wrote:

>We have now arranged credit card processing with Verotel
>TicketsClub

And we can now confirm that we have finished altering all our
order pages a few days ago. So everything is now working with
all the major credit and charge cards. Please let me know if
there is anything you find that we've missed.

One benefit of the change is that Verotel allow us to process
with JCB, Visa and Mastercard for instant video downloads. So
I've created new "tiny screen" download versions of our videos
which are now also available using Amex and Diners.

You can see actual size screenshots of all five new "tiny
screen" download versions at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/video.shtml

but here is one of my favourite memories of being "Queened" by
Christine from "Stiletto"...

Those who would still like to have a CD or DVD version can now
instantly download the video and for and extra $10 get the CD or
DVD as well. The best of both worlds.

sincerely,
David at u4ds.com

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C: is piss drinking harmful?
Date: 22 Dec 2009 05:45:33 -0000
From: anwar


Hi, we are new to this forum.

We want to know if piss drinking is harmful in the long term. I
am a bit shy to ask this but my wife said she needs to know. On
weekends she forces me to drink her piss and no water. She loves
me and says I will become more obedient if I keep doing this. So
she needs to know if it is harmful.

Thanks in advance.
anwar

(This is not my real name. I will disclose it soon. My wife has
squeezed my balls to write this. She is sitting next to me and
she is having my balls in her hand and she is squeezing them
hard) I love my wife.


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Re: C: is piss drinking harmful?
Date: 22 Dec 2009 15:03:42 -0000
From: slavedoggieboy


anwar wrote:

>We want to know if piss drinking is harmful in the long term


Drinking your wife's pee will not be harmful to you as long as
she is in good health. I have done this thousands of times over
the years, and have not had any problems.


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Re: C: is piss drinking harmful?
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:37:38 -0000


Hello,

"anwar" wrote:

>Hi, we are new to this forum.

Welcome. I'm sure you'll find the help you are seeking here,
feel free to ask more questions.

>We want to know if piss drinking is harmful in the long term.
>-snip- she forces me to drink her piss and no water

Your "no water" comment is the one I notice and this flashes a
warning light for me, as this is one area of risk. You should
drink plenty of water as well.

Fresh urine drunk directly from the source is not harmful in
principle, providing the urine is from a healthy individual. All
body fluids are dangerous if the fluids are from people who are
unwell. So, in practice what the urine might contain could be
harmful to you, and should be treated with respect and caution.

Even a healthy lady may be taking some medication, hormones, the
birth control pill, and any of these could pass a residue on to
you. So the wise individual would take the precaution of
drinking large quantities of water before and after consuming
urine to dilute the risks and flush the system.

Assuming you are both in excellent health and that she is not
taking medication I would advise your lady to take the
precaution of drinking plenty of water herself to dilute her own
urine, and I would advise her to order you to consume at least
one glass of water (minimum!) for every glass of fresh urine she
makes you consume.

Urine is a very useful growth medium, and if stored for any
length of time exposed to the air it may become contaminated
with bacteria which would grow well in such a medium. So consume
it immediately and fresh from the source to minimise the risk of
contamination.

Personally I prefer urinating directly upon David's face. It
feels a lot more powerful than handing him a glass. The small
quantity he inevitably consumes while undergoing the humiliation
of me urinating all over his face is a miniscule risk.

Hope this helps.

sincerely,
Christine

You can see me urinating on David if you download the "Waters of
the Queen" video at:- http://www.mschristine.com/queenp.shtml


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Re: C: submissive aroused by angry Mistress?
Date: 22 Dec 2009 05:58:50 -0000
From: shywon


judy wrote:

>when I yell at him and am angry at him at times. Why would he
>get aroused by that?


Sounds a little like he is testing Your control. If You are
angry and want to keep the upper hand, send him away calmly
being sure he knows how disappointed You are.


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Re: C: submissive aroused by angry Mistress?
Date: 24 Dec 2009 10:12:17 -0000
From: "O"


judy wrote:

>My sub lickslave seems to get aroused when I yell at him and
>am angry at him at times. Why would he get aroused by that?
>Can anyone comment to me about this?


I have experienced this....

I had met and became friends with a female dominant, who was
less experienced than appearances, and after several meetings we
met with a view to playing. She had indicated she liked to use a
whip hard. She also mentioned in passing that she had an anger
problem, and I was surprised, as by appearances, butter wouldn't
melt in her mouth.

Well, later in the evening she became angry for little apparent
reason and it escalated to a rage of anger.

She angrily threatened to put me in my stocks and give me an
extreme whipping and leave me there all night.

I had to pull back and refuse, as in her state, it breached all
safe, sane and consensual parameters.

I stuck to my guns and never played with her, because I felt it
was unsafe, but it was a tremendous turn on for me.

I don't like making anyone truly angry, and I was quite
surprised by my arousal.

I think because to submit to her (in her state of anger) would
have been a complete and total submission with no way out, when
it was clear it was going to go way past any safeword levels.

This in itself has a certain appeal, and I have lived in a
relationship where safewords were there, but seldom (if ever)
used, and then only if there was some sort of issue (such as
cramp or restraints cutting off circulation).... you just took
what punishment was decided on.

This level of trust takes a considerable amount of time to
build.

My passing comment is that if your slave is turned on by your
anger, to use it on your slave, but not at the time of the
actual anger. Take time to find your equilibrium and later,
during the session, recall the events that made you angry and
act out your anger, without really being truly angry. The effect
will be the same for your slave, and for his correction, but
it's a safer option.

"O"


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Re: C: submissive aroused by angry Mistress?
Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:38:03 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com


Hello,

judy wrote:

>My sub lickslave seems to get aroused when I yell at him and am
>angry at him at times. Why would he get aroused by that?

I think there are many possibilities, and you might want to
explore those by discussing it with him. Just ask him why he
thinks your anger turns him on. It's possible that it reminds
him of some formative experience, or it might be that when you
are angry he finds the idea of punishment more credible and
exciting than in so called play situations.

I know we've discussed anger here on many occasions, and I found
so many references to it when I searched the DOMestic member's
site, that I couldn't list them all here.

What I think may be a common motivation for a submissive
becoming aroused at his mistress being angry, may be the concept
of "real punishment".

So I restricted the search of the DOMestic member's area to
"real punishment angry" so as to come up with something that
might shed light on your question of "why" and I quickly came up
with an article I wrote many years ago called "Real punishment
hurts the ones we love" at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/david24.htm

I'll repeat and re-edit the relevant parts of it here...

If I imagine for a moment the little boy in tears when his
mother slaps his legs and tells him off, I realise that why he
is crying is not totally about the physical pain. He is crying
because he is emotionally hurt by his mother's anger.

What we (I think I'm including most or all of us into dom-sub)
do is the opposite. We are sharing. We want to know that our
partner, dom or sub, is enjoying it. So some of us enjoy 'play
anger' from our dominants.

For some of us into "real punishment" a kind of magic occurs
when we as subs watch the dom play act the anger in a convincing
way. So convincing that we nearly believe it, but not quite
convincing enough that we fall in to the trap of really
believing we have upset them.

Over thirty years ago, in an earlier marriage, as a young twenty
year old man, I experienced a "non playful" spanking, shortly
followed by a lashing with a riding crop.

The circumstances were as follows,

We were at a social function associated with my wife's work. I
was one of the few men there. Most of the guests were sales-
women akin to my wife. I had a ball, dancing with them all. At
first my wife took it all in good spirits, pleased that I was
getting on so well with her friends. But either I pushed it too
far, or she became jealous. I don't honestly know which.

We had played fem-dom games at home for very brief periods. But
I had never experienced anything like this. In the car driving
home she made it very clear how angry she was and said little
else. When we entered the kitchen door she literally pushed me
across the kitchen table and ripped at my trousers and laid into
my backside.

I loved it.

My initial resistance, which was at best half hearted soon
abated. She gave me a hiding and then fetched the riding crop
which I had previously purchased for play. I was lectured
throughout and told never to behave that way again.

It was fantastic.

Why?

My best guess is that I wanted or enjoyed her proving that she
loved me. Her jealousy which was always a problem in our
marriage was finally expressed in a way which knitted with my
own sexual fantasies.

That marriage ended a few years later but the non-playful anger
and consequent arousal experience has never been repeated.
Although Christine can act angrily in our role-pay which is
often very arousing (but deep down I know it's play).

Nowadays I would be hurt by the idea that I had done anything to
make my partner really angry, and quite simply I almost never do
so, but the concept of play anger is something we've used
frequently and Christine and I have successfully weaved this
into our role-playing lifestyle by treading carefully and
discussing what things we both enjoy.

sincerely,
David

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Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
Date: 22 Dec 2009 07:03:28 -0000
From: MichaelK


VeryCurious wrote:

>It really gets me turned on when she controls how/when/if I
>have an orgasm, so I sent her a list of things to try


VeryCurious,

Your list is a great list of what you would like your wife to do
to you.

Perhaps your wife will want to please you one day by making you
do some of these things.

But if she is "making you" do something to please you, then it
is hard to call this domination.

A more interesting list (for me) would be what SHE might like to
happen when you submit to her. If you find things that she
wants, that make her feel relaxed and comfortable about having
you under her power, and that she enjoys, then she is likely to
want to be in charge more often.

As you are in a loving relationship, she will probably want to
do a few things to please you as well, so you might not miss out
on your fantasies.

But the starting point is HER feeling that she really is in
charge.

When I'm with a partner I never ejaculate unless my partner
wishes, and I do this how she wishes.

I feel that she is in charge when she does not let me cum.

And she enjoys that I remain horny because she has left me
charged up.

I feel that she is in charge when she makes me cum.

And she enjoys me doing this when and how she says, the feeling
of her power of making me do this, and that my energy is then
low.

Even a non-dominant woman can enjoy having the power to say when
and how her man may cum.

The how is very rarely as exciting as your list, but the fact
that my partner enjoys her power, and the how and when is what
she wants, is very powerful and fun for both of us.

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Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
From: Jonathan Howes
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2009 10:10:15 -0400


Here's one we use quite a bit. I am in chastity and my wife lets
me out after bringing her to orgasm orally. I then get in
position to mount her. She takes my member in her hands and
depending on her mood she either lets me in or uses the tip of
my penis as a tool on her clitoris until she comes looking at me
in the eyes the whole time. I almost come every time with just
that small contact, but never quite get there, then its back
into chastity. Either that or a specified number of strokes 10-
20 if I come. Back in I go if I don't. Same delightfully
maddening.

jboy


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Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
Date: 22 Dec 2009 17:51:24 -0000
From: Kinkmarshall


VeryCurious wrote:

>gets me turned on when she controls how/when/if I have an
>orgasm, so I sent her a list of things to try.


Looks like you are the natural dom in the relationship, as every
one of your list items is a different way of having you cum in
your ways.

My Mistress chooses when (maybe once a week, if I am lucky) and
how I will come. I have been allowed to be inside of her 3-4
times in the past year. I would not dare to make a suggestion on
how I would like it, as our relationship is all about my
Mistress Wife, and not about me.

I do believe Mistress allows me the frequency of orgasms she
does because of her feelings towards her husband and not her
slave.


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Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
Date: 23 Dec 2009 19:39:18 -0000
From: Shadowlady


I am in agreement with some of the other posters. It comes across
as very much centred on what you want, not what you can be to her
to bring out the dominant in her. If she does what you like in
this fashion, even if it is in a top role, aren't you the one
still in charge, not her?

Everybody is different of course and if it works for you then
great. But if my boy would present me with a shopping list like
yours, it would be a turn off for me.

Shadowlady


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Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
Date: 23 Dec 2009 14:05:06 -0000
From: pussikat steve


Well, this is all about you isn't it? Never mind about your
orgasms, how about finding out how She would like to cum!


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Re: C: slave spurting torments and ideas
Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 18:58:07 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com


Hello,

VeryCurious wrote:

>I have been a reader of DOMestic for years, but I've never
>contributed.

You are off to a good start, thanks for an interesting list of
ideas. I think there are many newbie dominants reading DOMestic
who will find such lists a useful source of ideas that may not
have occurred to them.

Don't mind the negative comments from any fem-dom purists who, it
seems to me, may not have read your introductory paragraph and
instead concentrated on responding to the "list".

I know that when I first explained my fantasies to Christine
(some 30 years ago now) that she was puzzled about what I meant
by "if you do decide to let me orgasm then you can make it as
cruel as you like" - and she wanted me to suggest some ways in
which she could do that. Being "cruel" did not come naturally to
her.

>I've always been turned on reading about female domination. My
>wife enjoys being both submissive (I believe she prefers this
>role) and dominant.

You believe she prefers to be submissive? Have you asked her?
And of course, there is the question of which role you prefer,
many "switches" have a preference in one particular direction.

It's possible that she only prefers the submissive role because
she is uncertain about what to do when she is dominant. But if
she really does prefer submission, do you indulge her fantasies
too?

>We have only role-played for about a year and she gets nervous
>when faced with having to try new things.

It's natural to fear the unknown. And of course it's potentially
worrying for the partner of a submissive, not knowing how to end
a role-playing scenario once it's started. This can result in
deciding not to start at all. So your list may help her. But I
think talking about your fantasies - what turns you both on, and
why, with an emphasis on "both of you" can only help to clear
the fog.

>It really gets me turned on when she controls how/when/if I
>have an orgasm, so I sent her a list of things to try.

I hope this was a list she requested. It can be intimidating for
a partner to receive such a long list of things that turn you on
and they may see it as demanding, or a "do me" list.

But if a "sharing fantasies" discussion results in an agreement
to write such things down and share them, then that can be
helpful.

>I'm sharing the list with the group in the hopes that some
>readers will try some new things with their submissives.

Thanks for your list, it is most welcome. I think that one
advantage of such sharing is that other partners of submissives
can pick a few ideas from DOMestic that they fancy trying for
themselves without feeling there is any pressure from their own
spouse.

To that end you might encourage your own partner to read
DOMestic herself.

sincerely,
David.

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S: Vicky Takes Control - part three
Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2009 22:34:03 +0000 (GMT)
From: Humble Serf


Vicky Takes Control - Part 3
first part linked here


Pete felt a growing emptiness deep in the pit of his stomach. As
the city lights slipped past he thought how cold and harsh
everything looked at this late hour. The streets were empty and
the car made smooth progress through the night. Pete hated
himself for it, but he kept on sneaking glances in his rear view
mirror at the loved-up couple on his back seat. Vicky couldn't
keep her hands off Thierry. The alcohol was wearing thin and he
was glancing a little nervously at Pete.

He whispers "Doesn't your friend mind?"

Vicky giggles and presses her palm against the expensively
tailored silk trousers of Thierry's designer suited straining
crotch.

"Oh don't worry about him. He's not exactly my friend. He works
for me."

Pete couldn't believe his ears! His cheeks flushed red.

"He's your driver?"

"Yes. Among other things. He's my..." Vicky pauses and meets
Pete's eyes in the rear view mirror. "What would you call
yourself Petey?"

"Your manservant?" he shoots back sarcastically. She's taking
this way way too far now he thinks.

"Exactly. My servant."

Thierry looks surprised and then shrugs. It's none of his
business and all he cares about is the gorgeous woman who
appears to be taking him home for a night of pleasure. Who cares
about the hired help.

The pair continue canoodling as the merc speeds through the
night. Pete can't take his eyes off his young wife in her sexy
short crimson silk dress. He feels himself take in a deep breath
as a strap falls casually off her shoulder and Thierry's hand
snakes up to cup her breast. Pete wonders when he and Vicky were
last this sexually intimate. He can't even remember.

A twinge of sadness shoots through him, only to be overwhelmed
by a growing ache in his cock. He can't believe it. He was
getting hard watching Vicky with her young stud. What was wrong
with him? He was hurting and hard at the same time. 'What a
disgusting pervert', he thought about himself. It didn't occur
to him that Vicky was clearly just as perverse as he was. But it
certainly occurred to her and she was loving it.

Pete kept his eyes on the road and tried to ignore the sounds
from the back seat. A few minutes later he pulled up at their
large Victorian West London pile. He'd worked hard for his home
and was proud of it. He always felt a sense of satisfaction
hearing the tires of his expensive car crunch over the gravelled
driveway.

"Here we are" Vicky said brightly to Thierry. The young man was
obviously impressed. Pete switched off the engine and opened his
door to get out. He noticed neither of his passengers made any
move. Vicky fired him a mischievous glare. He got the message
and opening the rear car door for her, stood to one side as the
couple climbed out and headed straight up to the front door.

Vicky let them in and directed Thierry into the front room. Pete
was about to follow when she placed her palm on his chest
stopping him.

Loudly, for Thierry's benefit, "That's all for tonight Petey."
She ran her hand down to Pete's crotch. He could feel his cock
twitching madly under his wife's touch. "You can go to your
quarters. We won't be needing you any more."

Pete didn't know what to do, say or even think. Vicky whispered
coquettishly "Oh, and your little cutie is all excited... Shame.
God Petey, Thierry's cock is huge! I can feel it throbbing
away."

"Vicky?" Thierry calls.

"Coming!" and she pecks Pete on the cheek, hisses "guest room
for you" and runs off into the living room, shutting the door
behind her, leaving Pete stunned in the hallway wondering what
has just hit him.

He considers striding into the room and telling Thierry to get
the hell out of his house. But he knows he won't. He's too
afraid Vicky might just leave him to rattle about his huge pile
alone for the rest of his days. He couldn't imagine even a day
without her. Besides, Thierry looks like he'd make mincemeat out
of Pete if he wanted to. He swallows his pride trudges upstairs,
pausing at his and Vicky's bedroom door. His hand is on the door
knob before he realised it. Habit. He holds it for a moment
before slowly letting go and dejectedly slipping into the small
guest room next to their bedroom.

Shutting the door he looks at the small single bed and matching
vanity unit. The room smells of fresh flowers. He can't remember
the last time he had stood here. He had never slept in it. Vicky
kept the room like this for her younger step-sister's occasional
visits - less frequent now that she had grown up and gone to
university. 18 years old he thought. Unbelievable how time goes.

Pete got undressed down to his underwear, laid his clothes
carefully on the hardwood chair next to the bed and climbed
under the cool cotton sheets. He switched out the light.
Exhausted, he wanted to sleep and wake up tomorrow and forget
this whole horrible strange night.

And then he heard it. Giggling. Giggling coming up the stairs.
They were actually going to do it in his bed. Vicky was going to
fuck Thierry in their marital bed. He heard the door shut and
the muffled laughter and sounds of the pair of them knocking
into furniture as they collapsed onto the bed. Moments later he
could hear the rhythmic creaking of the mattress. They were
having sex.

And then Pete realised that his cock was raging hard.

To his horror, as he listened to the moans of his wife and the
gasps from Thierry coming through the wall in the dark, Pete
found himself imagining Vicky's legs, her breasts, the curve of
her hips, her lips, her neck. And then he realised he was
furiously pumping away at his cock keeping pace with the ebb and
flow of Vicky's conquest. He heard them yell at climax and
couldn't hold himself a moment longer. A jet of cum sprayed
across his bare chest and hit him in the face. He was mortified.
And yet he couldn't remember his jism spraying so high and far
ever before. Whatever was going on might be deeply humiliating.
But it was also intensely, life-changingly thrilling.

And then through the wall he heard Vicky and her man begin all
over again. Pete closed his eyes and tried jerking off again
until eventually fatigue overcame him and the night drew in.

TBC


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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here


part six


I puzzled over dinner, I didn't think spaghetti would go over
two nights in a row, and honestly that's all I knew how to cook.
Luckily Sarah had a good collection of books. I found an old
paper-back called "The I hate to Cook cookbook." What food did
we have?

Finally I made a casserole with rice and two kinds of soup and a
big salad with nuts, raisins and fruit. I was so nervous I found
our best white wine and put it into the freezer so it would get
cold. This maid learned his lesson, no wine for me, I'll stick
to the vodka. What I needed was flowers and we had some roses
still blooming so I made a small bouquet. Set the table and
waited an agonizing fifteen minutes before Sarah came in. We
hugged and kissed and I thought everything would be fine.

I served the dinner, poured the wine and stood at attention
while both Sarah and Kathleen commented on the casserole and the
salad and the wine. I was feeling pleased until I saw the grim
expression on Kathleen's face. When dinner was over Kathleen
said: "Clear the table and wait in the kitchen until I call
you."

Of course, I said: "Yes ma'm."

I ate the leftovers but I didn't drink the wine, then I washed
up and cleaned everything in the kitchen and found even more
places to clean. I knew Kathleen and Sarah were talking and I
was again not invited. Finally Kathleen came in and said: "Bring
the leftover wine into the family room."

I guess that meant I had to come too. I brought two glasses, the
bottle, and curtsied twice and gave each lady a glass and
poured.

Kathleen said: "Put the bottle on the table and go to my room
and bring the handcuffs."

I curtsied twice, "Yes ma'am."

I brought the handcuffs and the key, curtsied twice, and
presented them to Kathleen.

Kathleen said: "Hands behind you."

I did, she clicked them shut and said: "Sit on the floor over
there." She pointed to the opposite corner of the room so we
could see each other.

Sarah said: "Mom said you were lusting after her, is that
right?"

I said: "I was very aroused when I was dressing and undressing
her."

Sarah said: "Were you punished for that?"

I said "Yes ma'am, I was." But I was trying to hide the fact
that sitting here looking at the two of them was arousing me
again.

Sarah said: "So what's the harm, he's just a horny male, he's
probably aroused now."

I thought 'there she goes reading my mind'.

Kathleen said: "I didn't want an affair with your husband."

Sarah said: "But I don't care if you have one, I guess it's all
in the family."

Kathleen said: "You don't feel jealous?"

Sarah said: "Not at all, you have carte blanche with him."

Sarah continued: "He is married to both of us, that's how to
look at it. It's not that he's getting twice the sex, but he's
getting twice the work. So he dressed and bathed you, you're
doing great mom."

I thought I had something to say here but kept my mouth shut.

Then Sarah said: "Mom, I think he forgot to address me properly
again, I think you need to punish him more." Sarah smiled at me
while she said that.

That was cruel I thought.

Kathleen said, "At least we taught you not to drink the wine,
come here."

She removed the handcuffs and gave them to me. "Before you put
them away, pour us some more wine, then put on the collar and
stand by the ring in the corner."

I remembered to curtsy twice and say: "Yes ma'am." I thought
this was totally unfair. I tried to stand still but I felt
crushed by the injustice of it all, that made me restless and
Kathleen walked in just when I was changing my weight around.

"I see you haven't learned how to stand in the corner yet. Maybe
you need more practice," she said.

I didn't know if I should say anything. She snapped the collar
to the ring and took my arms and handcuffed them again. She went
to the bathroom.

I was worried because this wasn't like her. I kept wondering
what I had done wrong. I just couldn't think of anything. Yes
she really got me hot sitting there in her red undies, and how
can one bathe a lady? Is it possible to not get aroused?
Doctors, and male nurses must be used to it because I can't
imagine them getting hot over their female patients. Well, I'll
try not to move and maybe it won't be too long. I couldn't tell
if she was looking at me because I couldn't look around, but I
heard nothing at all. Then the lights went out and the door
closed. I couldn't be sure if she went out or if she was still
in the room. I couldn't hear anything. The time dragged on.

I heard her move, then she went into the bathroom and peed, then
she came over to me and unhooked me. I was dragged over next to
her bed and pushed down on the floor still handcuffed. She
rummaged around and found a blanket and covered me. Then she
turned off the lights and got into bed. I fell asleep quickly.

I felt her unlocking the handcuffs. I said, "Thank you Miss
Kathleen." She got back into bed and said: "Make coffee and help
Sarah get ready."

I said, "Yes ma'am," curtsied and went out.

I made the coffee and hurried upstairs to show off to Sarah what
I had learned. That was a nice thought but the flip side is:
'hey look at me, I'm a ladies maid.'

She was still lying in bed, I bent over and kissed her good
morning and said: "I'll bring the fresh coffee and be right
back, Miss Sarah," I curtsied at the door.

I brought the coffee and coaxed Sarah out of bed. She
immediately went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I
brought the coffee and knelt in front of her, offering the cup
and doing the wiping. I helped her up. I asked her: "May I get
your garments, Miss Sarah?"

She smiled and said: "Yes, that would be sweet; I'll let you
pick the colors."

I found red panties and a matching red bra that had a little
white bow. And I found pantyhose in another drawer. I slipped on
her panties and wanted to put my face into her and I thought she
would say something about my smoothing the bottoms of her
panties with my hands. I would have liked to handle her breasts
as I put them into the cups of the bra but I thought I was
pushing my luck. I thought everything I had put up with was
worth sliding the hose up Sarah's legs. Panty hose are difficult
to put on and so erotic, I was lucky to do it without running
them or causing Sarah any discomfort. I couldn't help myself, my
hands were literally shaking, and I probably couldn't have
talked at that point.

I helped her on with the dress she chose and the shoes she
selected. I carefully powdered and painted her face, she made
small adjustments.

Sarah said: "You are such a good maid, what would I do without
you?" smiling.

When we were almost done, Sara said: "Tell mom you need work on
your lusting. I was worried you might rape me."

"Oh Miss Sarah, I would never do that," I said.

She said: "I'm glad to hear that, but mom needs to work on you."

I was flabbergasted, work on me? But I didn't say anything, I
didn't want to argue. I curtsied and said: "I will get breakfast
ready."

I served the coffee and juice and sectioned grapefruit. And
stood while Sarah had her breakfast. Sarah said again: "It's
nice to have such a talented slave." She smiled sweetly at me.

When Sarah left, I cleaned the kitchen and waited for Kathleen
with some apprehension. How am I going to tell that woman I need
work on my lusting?

I decided to bring Kathleen the coffee instead of just waiting.
I knocked on her door and entered, curtsied and announced:
"Coffee, Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen was still lying in bed, but I could see she was awake.
She said: "Put the coffee on the night table and get my robe
from the chair and my slippers."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and did as she asked. As I offered her robe
she sat up and I got to view her breasts, I tried not to look.
Then when I helped her find her slippers, I got a nice view of
her pussy and I tried not to look. In spite of my efforts I was
very aroused and I guess my face must have been flush and that
must have given me away.

Kathleen said, "I see you're lusting already, I'm trying to
ignore it, that's why you're wearing that girdle, but you will
have to put a stop to it."

"Yes ma'am," I said, but I thought what in hell AM I going to do
about it?

She said: "Get the book."

Automatically: "Yes ma'am," What book? I wondered then it came
to me the book to write behavior errors. It was sitting on the
night stand on the other side of the bed. I brought the book and
kneeled in front of her.

She dictated: "Write lusting and then write lusting after being
warned."

I did and said: "Miss Sarah told me to ask you to work on my
lusting this morning."

She said: "Then add 'Lusted at Miss Sara' on a separate line."

I did, and I could see that there were three lusting offenses
one after the other. I felt that they had conspired, because I
hadn't done anything different. They were the ones exposing
their bodies to me, in provocative ways.

"What can I do about it, Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

She said: "Think other thoughts, instead of focusing on our
bodies, think about our feelings and needs." She continued:
"When you dress us, you're doing a job, focus on what you're
doing."

"I will try," I said.

At that moment the doorbell rang.

Kathleen said, "Go answer the door."

"Yes Miss Kathleen," I said, I curtsied and went.


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December 22, 2009

is piss drinking harmful?

Date: 22 Dec 2009 05:45:33 -0000
From: anwar

Hi, we are new to this forum.

We want to know if piss drinking is harmful in the long term. I
am a bit shy to ask this but my wife said she needs to know. On
weekends she forces me to drink her piss and no water. She loves
me and says I will become more obedient if I keep doing this. So
she needs to know if it is harmful.

Thanks in advance.
anwar

(This is not my real name. I will disclose it soon. My wife has
squeezed my balls to write this. She is sitting next to me and
she is having my balls in her hand and she is squeezing them
hard) I love my wife.


Vicky Takes Control - part three


Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2009 22:34:03 +0000 (GMT)
From: Humble Serf


Vicky Takes Control - Part 3
first part linked here


Pete felt a growing emptiness deep in the pit of his stomach. As
the city lights slipped past he thought how cold and harsh
everything looked at this late hour. The streets were empty and
the car made smooth progress through the night. Pete hated
himself for it, but he kept on sneaking glances in his rear view
mirror at the loved-up couple on his back seat. Vicky couldn't
keep her hands off Thierry. The alcohol was wearing thin and he
was glancing a little nervously at Pete.

He whispers "Doesn't your friend mind?"

Vicky giggles and presses her palm against the expensively
tailored silk trousers of Thierry's designer suited straining
crotch.

"Oh don't worry about him. He's not exactly my friend. He works
for me."

Pete couldn't believe his ears! His cheeks flushed red.

"He's your driver?"

"Yes. Among other things. He's my..." Vicky pauses and meets
Pete's eyes in the rear view mirror. "What would you call
yourself Petey?"

"Your manservant?" he shoots back sarcastically. She's taking
this way way too far now he thinks.

"Exactly. My servant."

Thierry looks surprised and then shrugs. It's none of his
business and all he cares about is the gorgeous woman who
appears to be taking him home for a night of pleasure. Who cares
about the hired help.

The pair continue canoodling as the merc speeds through the
night. Pete can't take his eyes off his young wife in her sexy
short crimson silk dress. He feels himself take in a deep breath
as a strap falls casually off her shoulder and Thierry's hand
snakes up to cup her breast. Pete wonders when he and Vicky were
last this sexually intimate. He can't even remember.

A twinge of sadness shoots through him, only to be overwhelmed
by a growing ache in his cock. He can't believe it. He was
getting hard watching Vicky with her young stud. What was wrong
with him? He was hurting and hard at the same time. 'What a
disgusting pervert', he thought about himself. It didn't occur
to him that Vicky was clearly just as perverse as he was. But it
certainly occurred to her and she was loving it.

Pete kept his eyes on the road and tried to ignore the sounds
from the back seat. A few minutes later he pulled up at their
large Victorian West London pile. He'd worked hard for his home
and was proud of it. He always felt a sense of satisfaction
hearing the tires of his expensive car crunch over the gravelled
driveway.

"Here we are" Vicky said brightly to Thierry. The young man was
obviously impressed. Pete switched off the engine and opened his
door to get out. He noticed neither of his passengers made any
move. Vicky fired him a mischievous glare. He got the message
and opening the rear car door for her, stood to one side as the
couple climbed out and headed straight up to the front door.

Vicky let them in and directed Thierry into the front room. Pete
was about to follow when she placed her palm on his chest
stopping him.

Loudly, for Thierry's benefit, "That's all for tonight Petey."
She ran her hand down to Pete's crotch. He could feel his cock
twitching madly under his wife's touch. "You can go to your
quarters. We won't be needing you any more."

Pete didn't know what to do, say or even think. Vicky whispered
coquettishly "Oh, and your little cutie is all excited... Shame.
God Petey, Thierry's cock is huge! I can feel it throbbing
away."

"Vicky?" Thierry calls.

"Coming!" and she pecks Pete on the cheek, hisses "guest room
for you" and runs off into the living room, shutting the door
behind her, leaving Pete stunned in the hallway wondering what
has just hit him.

He considers striding into the room and telling Thierry to get
the hell out of his house. But he knows he won't. He's too
afraid Vicky might just leave him to rattle about his huge pile
alone for the rest of his days. He couldn't imagine even a day
without her. Besides, Thierry looks like he'd make mincemeat out
of Pete if he wanted to. He swallows his pride trudges upstairs,
pausing at his and Vicky's bedroom door. His hand is on the door
knob before he realised it. Habit. He holds it for a moment
before slowly letting go and dejectedly slipping into the small
guest room next to their bedroom.

Shutting the door he looks at the small single bed and matching
vanity unit. The room smells of fresh flowers. He can't remember
the last time he had stood here. He had never slept in it. Vicky
kept the room like this for her younger step-sister's occasional
visits - less frequent now that she had grown up and gone to
university. 18 years old he thought. Unbelievable how time goes.

Pete got undressed down to his underwear, laid his clothes
carefully on the hardwood chair next to the bed and climbed
under the cool cotton sheets. He switched out the light.
Exhausted, he wanted to sleep and wake up tomorrow and forget
this whole horrible strange night.

And then he heard it. Giggling. Giggling coming up the stairs.
They were actually going to do it in his bed. Vicky was going to
fuck Thierry in their marital bed. He heard the door shut and
the muffled laughter and sounds of the pair of them knocking
into furniture as they collapsed onto the bed. Moments later he
could hear the rhythmic creaking of the mattress. They were
having sex.

And then Pete realised that his cock was raging hard.

To his horror, as he listened to the moans of his wife and the
gasps from Thierry coming through the wall in the dark, Pete
found himself imagining Vicky's legs, her breasts, the curve of
her hips, her lips, her neck. And then he realised he was
furiously pumping away at his cock keeping pace with the ebb and
flow of Vicky's conquest. He heard them yell at climax and
couldn't hold himself a moment longer. A jet of cum sprayed
across his bare chest and hit him in the face. He was mortified.
And yet he couldn't remember his jism spraying so high and far
ever before. Whatever was going on might be deeply humiliating.
But it was also intensely, life-changingly thrilling.

And then through the wall he heard Vicky and her man begin all
over again. Pete closed his eyes and tried jerking off again
until eventually fatigue overcame him and the night drew in.

TBC

Jim's Story - part six

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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here


part six


I puzzled over dinner, I didn't think spaghetti would go over
two nights in a row, and honestly that's all I knew how to cook.
Luckily Sarah had a good collection of books. I found an old
paper-back called "The I hate to Cook cookbook." What food did
we have?

Finally I made a casserole with rice and two kinds of soup and a
big salad with nuts, raisins and fruit. I was so nervous I found
our best white wine and put it into the freezer so it would get
cold. This maid learned his lesson, no wine for me, I'll stick
to the vodka. What I needed was flowers and we had some roses
still blooming so I made a small bouquet. Set the table and
waited an agonizing fifteen minutes before Sarah came in. We
hugged and kissed and I thought everything would be fine.

I served the dinner, poured the wine and stood at attention
while both Sarah and Kathleen commented on the casserole and the
salad and the wine. I was feeling pleased until I saw the grim
expression on Kathleen's face. When dinner was over Kathleen
said: "Clear the table and wait in the kitchen until I call
you."

Of course, I said: "Yes ma'm."

I ate the leftovers but I didn't drink the wine, then I washed
up and cleaned everything in the kitchen and found even more
places to clean. I knew Kathleen and Sarah were talking and I
was again not invited. Finally Kathleen came in and said: "Bring
the leftover wine into the family room."

I guess that meant I had to come too. I brought two glasses, the
bottle, and curtsied twice and gave each lady a glass and
poured.

Kathleen said: "Put the bottle on the table and go to my room
and bring the handcuffs."

I curtsied twice, "Yes ma'am."

I brought the handcuffs and the key, curtsied twice, and
presented them to Kathleen.

Kathleen said: "Hands behind you."

I did, she clicked them shut and said: "Sit on the floor over
there." She pointed to the opposite corner of the room so we
could see each other.

Sarah said: "Mom said you were lusting after her, is that
right?"

I said: "I was very aroused when I was dressing and undressing
her."

Sarah said: "Were you punished for that?"

I said "Yes ma'am, I was." But I was trying to hide the fact
that sitting here looking at the two of them was arousing me
again.

Sarah said: "So what's the harm, he's just a horny male, he's
probably aroused now."

I thought 'there she goes reading my mind'.

Kathleen said: "I didn't want an affair with your husband."

Sarah said: "But I don't care if you have one, I guess it's all
in the family."

Kathleen said: "You don't feel jealous?"

Sarah said: "Not at all, you have carte blanche with him."

Sarah continued: "He is married to both of us, that's how to
look at it. It's not that he's getting twice the sex, but he's
getting twice the work. So he dressed and bathed you, you're
doing great mom."

I thought I had something to say here but kept my mouth shut.

Then Sarah said: "Mom, I think he forgot to address me properly
again, I think you need to punish him more." Sarah smiled at me
while she said that.

That was cruel I thought.

Kathleen said, "At least we taught you not to drink the wine,
come here."

She removed the handcuffs and gave them to me. "Before you put
them away, pour us some more wine, then put on the collar and
stand by the ring in the corner."

I remembered to curtsy twice and say: "Yes ma'am." I thought
this was totally unfair. I tried to stand still but I felt
crushed by the injustice of it all, that made me restless and
Kathleen walked in just when I was changing my weight around.

"I see you haven't learned how to stand in the corner yet. Maybe
you need more practice," she said.

I didn't know if I should say anything. She snapped the collar
to the ring and took my arms and handcuffed them again. She went
to the bathroom.

I was worried because this wasn't like her. I kept wondering
what I had done wrong. I just couldn't think of anything. Yes
she really got me hot sitting there in her red undies, and how
can one bathe a lady? Is it possible to not get aroused?
Doctors, and male nurses must be used to it because I can't
imagine them getting hot over their female patients. Well, I'll
try not to move and maybe it won't be too long. I couldn't tell
if she was looking at me because I couldn't look around, but I
heard nothing at all. Then the lights went out and the door
closed. I couldn't be sure if she went out or if she was still
in the room. I couldn't hear anything. The time dragged on.

I heard her move, then she went into the bathroom and peed, then
she came over to me and unhooked me. I was dragged over next to
her bed and pushed down on the floor still handcuffed. She
rummaged around and found a blanket and covered me. Then she
turned off the lights and got into bed. I fell asleep quickly.

I felt her unlocking the handcuffs. I said, "Thank you Miss
Kathleen." She got back into bed and said: "Make coffee and help
Sarah get ready."

I said, "Yes ma'am," curtsied and went out.

I made the coffee and hurried upstairs to show off to Sarah what
I had learned. That was a nice thought but the flip side is:
'hey look at me, I'm a ladies maid.'

She was still lying in bed, I bent over and kissed her good
morning and said: "I'll bring the fresh coffee and be right
back, Miss Sarah," I curtsied at the door.

I brought the coffee and coaxed Sarah out of bed. She
immediately went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I
brought the coffee and knelt in front of her, offering the cup
and doing the wiping. I helped her up. I asked her: "May I get
your garments, Miss Sarah?"

She smiled and said: "Yes, that would be sweet; I'll let you
pick the colors."

I found red panties and a matching red bra that had a little
white bow. And I found pantyhose in another drawer. I slipped on
her panties and wanted to put my face into her and I thought she
would say something about my smoothing the bottoms of her
panties with my hands. I would have liked to handle her breasts
as I put them into the cups of the bra but I thought I was
pushing my luck. I thought everything I had put up with was
worth sliding the hose up Sarah's legs. Panty hose are difficult
to put on and so erotic, I was lucky to do it without running
them or causing Sarah any discomfort. I couldn't help myself, my
hands were literally shaking, and I probably couldn't have
talked at that point.

I helped her on with the dress she chose and the shoes she
selected. I carefully powdered and painted her face, she made
small adjustments.

Sarah said: "You are such a good maid, what would I do without
you?" smiling.

When we were almost done, Sara said: "Tell mom you need work on
your lusting. I was worried you might rape me."

"Oh Miss Sarah, I would never do that," I said.

She said: "I'm glad to hear that, but mom needs to work on you."

I was flabbergasted, work on me? But I didn't say anything, I
didn't want to argue. I curtsied and said: "I will get breakfast
ready."

I served the coffee and juice and sectioned grapefruit. And
stood while Sarah had her breakfast. Sarah said again: "It's
nice to have such a talented slave." She smiled sweetly at me.

When Sarah left, I cleaned the kitchen and waited for Kathleen
with some apprehension. How am I going to tell that woman I need
work on my lusting?

I decided to bring Kathleen the coffee instead of just waiting.
I knocked on her door and entered, curtsied and announced:
"Coffee, Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen was still lying in bed, but I could see she was awake.
She said: "Put the coffee on the night table and get my robe
from the chair and my slippers."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and did as she asked. As I offered her robe
she sat up and I got to view her breasts, I tried not to look.
Then when I helped her find her slippers, I got a nice view of
her pussy and I tried not to look. In spite of my efforts I was
very aroused and I guess my face must have been flush and that
must have given me away.

Kathleen said, "I see you're lusting already, I'm trying to
ignore it, that's why you're wearing that girdle, but you will
have to put a stop to it."

"Yes ma'am," I said, but I thought what in hell AM I going to do
about it?

She said: "Get the book."

Automatically: "Yes ma'am," What book? I wondered then it came
to me the book to write behavior errors. It was sitting on the
night stand on the other side of the bed. I brought the book and
kneeled in front of her.

She dictated: "Write lusting and then write lusting after being
warned."

I did and said: "Miss Sarah told me to ask you to work on my
lusting this morning."

She said: "Then add 'Lusted at Miss Sara' on a separate line."

I did, and I could see that there were three lusting offenses
one after the other. I felt that they had conspired, because I
hadn't done anything different. They were the ones exposing
their bodies to me, in provocative ways.

"What can I do about it, Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

She said: "Think other thoughts, instead of focusing on our
bodies, think about our feelings and needs." She continued:
"When you dress us, you're doing a job, focus on what you're
doing."

"I will try," I said.

At that moment the doorbell rang.

Kathleen said, "Go answer the door."

"Yes Miss Kathleen," I said, I curtsied and went.

read part seven here

2009-12-22 ( 9 edited messages )

# admin: September to December 09 update
# C: submissive aroused by angry Mistress?
# Re: C: What is the best strap-on to break in a virgin husband?
# C: slave spurting torments and ideas
# Re: S: Jim's Story - part three
# S: Vicky Takes Control - part two
# S: Jim's Story - part five


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admin: September to December 09 update
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:12:40 -0000


Hello,

I've now completed and uploaded the September to December 09
update to the members web site.

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and access or search the last 13 years of DOMestic.

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C: submissive aroused by angry Mistress?
Date: 20 Dec 2009 20:39:35 -0000
From: judy


I'm hoping i can get input on this question. My sub lickslave
seems to get aroused when I yell at him and am angry at him at
times. Why would he get aroused by that?

Can anyone comment to me about this?


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Re: C: What is the best strap-on to break in a virgin husband?
Date: 20 Dec 2009 23:39:58 -0000
From: Milliscent


Al,

Congratulations on your deflowering! I hope your wife has a
splendid time working your ass!

Seriously though, I do have some thoughts in answer to your
questions.

As you are new to all of this, you will not want to run out and
purchase the world's largest dildo. That said, I think she would
like it if the dildo is larger than your cock. Get one a bit
bigger than you are, it will be a good start I imagine.

I do prefer silicone dildos for strap-on play, but remember;
don't use silicone lubricant with a silicone toy.

The very best (and eco friendly) harness I've ever used is the
"In Her Tube" available at:

http://www.inhertube.com

Milliscent
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C: slave spurting torments and ideas
Date: 15 Dec 2009 15:01:31 -0000
From: VeryCurious


Hi all,

I have been a reader of DOMestic for years, but I've never
contributed. I've always been turned on reading about female
domination. My wife enjoys being both submissive (I believe she
prefers this role) and dominant. We have only role-played for
about a year and she gets nervous when faced with having to try
new things. It really gets me turned on when she controls
how/when/if I have an orgasm, so I sent her a list of things to
try. I'm sharing the list with the group in the hopes that some
readers will try some new things with their submissives.

Some suggestions I made to her:

Make me get down on my knees and jerk off for you under your
close supervision. Maybe you play with yourself too.

Make me cum only rubbing my cock with your gspot vibrator.

Make me jerk myself off and have an orgasm, but not let me fully
ejaculate. Stopping the flow not with hands but just by flexing
my PC muscles. Orgasm isn't as enjoyable for me this way and is
hard to accomplish. Maybe talk to me and tease me while I'm
doing it and tell me how I'm pleasing you by holding it in and
not being "messy" for you.

Spank me while I jerk off. Spank me harder as you get me closer
and closer. Order me to cum when you're ready.

Make me cum by rubbing my cock on your tit. Maybe scratch my ass
or spank me or scratch and pull on my balls while rubbing on
you. Maybe have me lick my cum off your tit while you get
yourself off one last time... or more!

Make me cum and "ruin" the orgasm. Make me jerk off and take my
hand away as soon as I start spurting, not allowing me full
release. Particularly mean!

Building me up to orgasm, telling me I can when you say so.
Guiding me all the way there by your orders. Maybe counting me
down. Then when you get me right there making me stop (maybe
pushing my hands away and sternly ordering me to stop) and
denying the orgasm.

Give me a time-frame to cum. Like telling me I have 30 seconds
or 1 minute to cum and if I don't I won't be allowed to cum.

Making me suck on your strap-on while jerking off. Teasing me
about being your good little cocksucker while I do it.

Have you or me jerk me off with your vibrator or fingers in my
ass while you tease me about liking to get my ass fucked.

Fucking me with your strap-on and have me jerk off for you. Or
you jerk me off. Or have me jerk off with just 1 or 2 fingers.

Put clothespins on my nipples and only let me cum when you take
them off. Count me down to it.

Whip my cock with your riding crop and only let me cum while
you're whipping it.

Make me eat you while I jerk off.

Make me jerk off while you play with my cock and balls with your
boots.

Make me deep throat your boot heel and lick your boots while I
cum.

Make me cum on your boots and lick it off.

Make me cum on your toes and lick it off.

Tie me up spread eagle on the bed. Blindfold me and slowly jerk
me off. Cut of my air right before I cum. Get me to the edge
over and over. Scoop my cum up, smear it on my face, shove it in
to my mouth then ride my tongue and force me to make you cum as
many times as you want. Maybe tease me about swallowing my own
cum. And/or how it makes you to feel our cum all over my face
and on your pussy.

Get me right on the edge of cumming and then only let me cum if
I can only while you're flicking your tongue on the sensitive
part of my cock. Or while you're raking your nails lightly on my
cock. Or any other way you can think of.

Have cum all over your pussy and ass and clean it off.

Have me cum in your pussy and clean it out.

Put me over your lap and spank me and make me cum while I hump
my cock between your thighs. Lots of fingernails and hair
pulling and talking.


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Re: S: Jim's Story - part three
Date: 10 Dec 2009 20:16:23 -0000
From: david


Hi. Very good, sexy story. Well written also, which makes it
that much more enjoyable. I'll look forward to reading parts 4
and on, plus any additional work of yours. Thanks.

david


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Re: S: Jim's Story - part three
From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 01:28:02 -0000


Hello,

Another "david" wrote:

>I'll look forward to reading parts 4 and on

You are in luck, parts 4 and 5 are already on the DOMestic blog
at: http://u4ds.com

sincerely,
David at u4ds.com


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Re: S: Jim's Story - part three
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:33:40 -0000


Hello,

In the early hours of this morning my "David" wrote:

>parts 4 and 5 are already on the DOMestic blog

But he didn't know that I was planning to give DOMestic members
a bit of a seasonal bonus this afternoon.

I've posted all the story episodes from both "randolphus" and
"humble serf" that we've received for posting thus far (by
December 11th) in the latest update.

So fans of "Jim's Story" who have a DOMestic password can now
read all 10 parts of that story earlier than everyone else can
in the update at:-

http://u4ds.com/2009/12/december_11th_2009.shtml

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

The DOMestic discussion list. Now in our thirteenth year. The
password site now has over 6,700 files with well over 400
stories, plus pictures, and hundreds of articles. $26.99 for a
one year password. $16.99 for six months at

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S: Vicky Takes Control - part two
Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2009 21:58:53 +0000 (GMT)
From: Humble Serf


Vicky Takes Control - Part 2
first part linked here


Pete watched from the sidelines as Vicky danced like she was on
fire. Her red dress seemed to catch the light. Every male on the
dance-floor was making some kind of effort to attract her
attention. Pete felt terrible. What was going on? He was
watching from the sidelines as his wife danced through a roomful
of men looking for someone to fuck. And worse, she was expecting
him to help her select the lucky guy.

He already knew which one. There was a tall dark-haired guy who
seemed to touch Vicky all over as they danced without actually
making contact. He was incredibly lithe and co-ordinated. Maybe
a professional dancer or athlete. He certainly looked in great
shape.

The pair seemed as one as they moved around the floor in a blur
of physicality. Vicky eventually came over to Pete. Her chest
was heaving with exertion as she sipped her drink.

"He's the one sweetheart. And I think I felt his cock press
against me while we danced. If it is, it's huge. I mean scary
huge!"

Pete did his best to ignore this and the jealousy rising within
him. "So what did he say? Will he do it?"

Vicky squeals with embarrassment - "Oh! No!"

Pete relaxes, pleased.

"I haven't asked him. I think you should do that bit! He might
think it forward coming from me. And I wouldn't want to put him
off."

"No way in hell am I going up to some strange guy and asking him
to fuck my wife!" Pete looked like he was about ready to storm
out.

Vicky put her hand on his chest and came in close. He could feel
her breath on his neck. "Pete, we don't want to break up do we?
I'm a woman. I have needs. Just like you. This might be our last
chance. Please!"

Pete felt his stomach tighten. He had no idea things had gotten
this serious. He couldn't imagine life without Vicky at his
side. He looked at the man still on the dance-floor.

Pete took a deep breath and nodded to Vicky. She grinned widely
and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. His cock tightened
immediately in response. He held her tight against him. She felt
great. He pressed his throbbing crotch against her. This was
madness. He wanted to take her home and make love all night.

"C'mon now Pete. I don't want you putting Thierry off!" she
gently pushed him off and nodded in the direction of the dance-
floor.

Pete resigned himself to his embarrassing task and made his way
through the crowd to Thierry. He tapped him on the shoulder and
leaned in close, shouting over the music. "Excuse me sir,
Thierry isn't it?"

The man nodded.

"I think you've been dancing with my friend.." He couldn't bring
himself to say wife - it would be too humiliating. At least this
way he didn't look like such a loser. "The blonde woman with the
red dress - she's my friend, and I'm about to drive her home.
She wanted to know if you'd like a lift."

Thierry said nothing but a huge grin slowly drifted across his
handsome face. He nodded.. "Yeah" he shouted over the incessant
beat, "I'd like that, thanks."

He followed Pete back towards Vicky. She nodded at Pete and took
Thierry's hand. She pulled him in close and kissed him on the
mouth for what seemed to Pete to be an obscenely long time. They
both investigated each other with their tongues.

Pete couldn't help noticing both the bulge in Thierry's trousers
and his wandering hands moving over Vicky's waist and down to
her arse. She pushed her hips forward and ground herself into
his crotch as they continued to kiss. If Pete didn't get them
out now and into his car they looked like they'd drop to the
floor and make love right there.

He ushered the pair out past the bouncers and into the cool
night air.

"We'll wait here while you get the car" Vicky instructed as
Thierry moved in for another long kiss. Pete was about to answer
when he realised no-one was listening. He went off to get his
car.

As he pulled up, neither Thierry or Vicky did anything. They
just continued to kiss until Pete got out and opened the rear
doors of his merc for the couple. They both got in and continued
stroking and kissing each other.

Pete got back behind the wheel and drove off into the night
feeling for all the world like a cheap chauffeur rather than
Vicky's husband.

TBC


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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part five


I cleaned away Sarah's dishes and cleaned the little bits of
mess in the kitchen. Everything was orderly. I got the newspaper
set it on the kitchen table with the headline up. Set a place
for one person and waited for Kathleen.

"Good morning Miss Kathleen," I said, and curtsied. Then I began
preparing coffee for her.

She smiled and sat down almost without taking her eyes off me.

I felt very conspicuous with a wet spot on the front of my
girdle and I tried to take her attention away from me: "What may
I prepare for you for breakfast?"

"I want poached eggs, bacon and toast," she said.

I worried that my lack of cooking skills would be found out, but
this was easy. In about six minutes she had it all served to her
steaming at the same time, the kitchen smelled great from the
bacon and coffee and toast aromas. I saw genuine appreciation in
Kathleen's eyes.

I tried to stand by like the best waiters I've ever seen. I then
got a large glass filled with ICE and filled with water. I
wondered what else I could do. And I stood there for a long time
while she ate. And I stood there, that was the hard part.

When she finished, I asked: "May I clear the table Miss
Kathleen?"

"Yes," she said.

She said, "When you've cleaned up here, come into the family
room."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

I cleaned the kitchen slowly, wondering what we would say to
each other. I walked into the family room, curtsied and stood.

Kathleen said: "I'm very happy with you Jim. I want to discuss
our relationship before we go further."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

Kathleen said: "My daughter's marriage was dissolving and I lost
my husband, I did the only thing I could, I did research. I
learned about 'Different Loving', and I discovered a world that
amazed me. I decided that I could save the marriage, get to know
you, have some fun. I want you to tell me what you think."

I said, "I was blind to Sarah's disaffection, I would never have
told Sarah about my kinkiness, my life is for Sarah, and I will
do anything to be with her." Then I said: "But I'm afraid."

Kathleen said: "It's understandable, but think of me, I was
afraid too, and had plenty of reason. What if you weren't into
any of this, you're bigger and stronger, so I took a chance and
it's now your turn."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Good, now that we are clear. How did it work this morning with
Sarah?" she asked.

"I made a list of things that she did that she wanted me to help
her with," I said.

Kathleen looked at the list. "I guess you need training," she
said.

"Sarah told me to report that I forgot to call her 'Miss Sarah'
and say 'Yes Ma'am' on four or five occasions," I said.

Kathleen said, "I'm going to start a book for you, I have a
steno pad that I haven't used. It's in the desk drawer. Get it
for me."

I found the book and brought it to her with a pen.

"Kneel down at my feet, put the book there between my feet and
write down what Sarah told you to report, then write down that
you have soiled your girdle. If you look up between my legs, you
can also write that down. We will settle our accounts later,"
she said.

What could I do? I began writing Sarah's complaints, my
involuntary dripping into my girdle, and peeking only once up
Kathleen's skirt, I just couldn't help it. Finally I just hung
my head in resignation. I felt so overwhelmed by this woman.

Kathleen said, "Let me see the list you made of what Sarah needs
in the morning."

I gave her the list, still on my knees in front of her. She took
my head and placed it between her knees while she read the list.

I loved Sarah but here I was lusting after her mother. What was
wrong with me I wondered.

Finally Kathleen said: "I will train you to do these things are
you ready to begin?"

"Yes ma'am," I hoarsely said.

"Let's start in the bathroom on the toilet," Kathleen said. "You
have been there have you not?" she teased.

I felt nervous, but reasoned I was licking her pussy last night
after she had peed. Why was I afraid?

Kathleen led me by the hand. At the toilet, she said: "I have
nothing on now so you don't have to undress me." She was wearing
just a robe.

I was kneeling in front of her, feeling tense. She peed.

Then she said: "Don't wipe, dab the tissue until I'm dry." When
I finished she said: "You did that well."

I felt proud and aroused. This was startling, I was again
lusting for this older woman, and I felt accomplishment because
I succeeded at wiping her. I am truly weird.

Kathleen went into her bedroom and sat in the chair by the desk
that had a mirror and lots of make up paraphernalia. She said:
"Now lets see if you can find me a nice pair of panties and a
brassiere and help me put them on."

I remembered the last time she spanked me over her lap in that
chair and I said: "Yes ma'am," and I started to look in her
drawers. I found a green panties and in the drawer below a
matching bra. I took them to her.

Kathleen said: "I don't think I want green today, see if you can
find red."

I quickly said: "Yes ma'am," instead of saying; "If you wanted
red ask for it."

Kathleen said, "You are such a dear to indulge me this way,
maybe I won't spank you quite as long as I was going to."

I wondered if she really can read my mind. I found very red
panties, then I found the matching bra. I kneeled down and she
allowed me to put on the panties, then I stood behind and
wrapped the bra around her chest trying to catch her boobs, and
fastening the clasp in the back. The right boob was caught half
out of the bra. I was paralyzed. I couldn't just say: "Excuse me
ma'am, let me push this one in." What should I do?

Kathleen chuckled, "It seems you are rather clumsy, I guess you
will have to get the book, but first, please adjust my
brassiere."

I unhooked the brassiere, and carefully caught each breast in
the cup and pulled it tight and clasped it in the back.

Kathleen said: "Very good, but you won't get off Scott free, now
get me my garters."

I looked in a drawer I hadn't opened and found five or six
garter belts of different colors and styles. But no red ones.
"Would you like a black one, Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

"Okay slave boy," she said.

I wrapped the garter belt around her waist and fastened it. She
wriggled it and seemed satisfied. I looked for stockings, and
found them in yet another drawer. "May I select these black
ones?" I asked.

She said: "That would be nice. Be careful with them, if you
cause a run you will earn a beating."

"Yes ma'am," I gulped.

I have seen on TV and the movies and in porn how stockings are
pulled onto a leg, but I had never done it before. I wanted to
sit down and take a break. Here sat my mother-in-law in red
panties and bra waiting for me to put stockings on her. I rubbed
my sweaty hand on my girdle. I could see she was watching me, I
knelt in front of her, one of her stockings bunched up in my
hand, and she lifted her leg, and I oozed the bundle up her foot
and then her leg, and I just wanted to put my face into her
crotch.

I got them on, then I played with the garter snaps, and fastened
it with luck. The other stocking might have been easier but my
brain was on fire with lust. I smoothed the stockings up her
legs and snapped the garters tight. There is a garter in the
front which is fastened while she sits with her feet on the
floor. The garter in the back requires her to lift a leg and I
have to put the side of my head against the other leg, look into
her crotch and reach an arm around the leg and remember to
breathe.

Then she stood up and I saw her ass in the red panties and I
wanted to kiss it but I didn't dare. I guess she was satisfied,
because she said: "Now you can take off my panties."

At first I didn't understand, then I realized that if the
garters are outside the panties they have to be undone to get
the panties down. While she stood over me, I unbuckled the
garters, my face was at the same level as her ass and pussy, it
was a miracle that I unsnapped the four garters, pulled her
panties down, fastened the garters, pulled her panties back up,
all without raping her.

She said "I feel like a skirt and blouse."

I guess that should have meant something to me. But I didn't
have a clue. She pointed to the closet and I found skirts on
hangers, I took out several and showed them off, she shook her
head, she was clearly laughing at me.

I selected several others, and got the same rejection, then
another two, she picked a black one. Then I looked at the
blouses (shirts) and picked a gray one and she liked it. I
figured out that the blouse would go first. Finally she was
dressed. But my problems were just starting.

"Do you know anything about makeup?" she asked.

I said: "No ma'am."

Then it was an agonizing half hour, but we were finally done.
"Tomorrow you will give me a bath," she said. "Now go get the
book and come back and kneel in front of me."

I got the book and knelt in front of her and handed her the
book. She gave it back to me to write first clumsiness due to
inattention putting on madam's bra, and putting on panties
before stockings. Then she took the book and read the items I
had written. She studied them for a long minute.

She said: "Do your chores, change the linen, empty the trash,
finish vacuuming and then report back to me, it will take some
time to execute all the punishments you have earned."

I wasn't as afraid as I had been previously, we had been so
intimate, all her anger against me must be gone now, I thought.

The chores were simple enough and it didn't take me long. I
found Kathleen in her bedroom, I curtsied and said: "I finished
the beds and trash, Miss Kathleen."

"Okay Jim, you may now undress me. I think I'll have a bath
now," she said.

I started unbuttoning her blouse, which also had buttons on the
sleeve and then moved to the skirt and she got up and assisted
me in getting it all off.

She said: "Fill the tub make sure the water is the right
temperature."

I said, "Yes ma'am," and curtsied and went into the bathroom.

I saw there were some bath salts or something and put some in
and filled the tub about two-thirds full.

I went back to the bedroom for her, and she was looking very
sexy in red panties and bra with garter belt and stockings, I
gulped and curtsied and said: "The bath is ready Miss Kathleen."
I wanted to add ma'am but I held back. I wanted to go on my
knees and start kissing but I didn't dare.

She just stood there. Then it dawned on me, I was to continue to
undress her. I was so overwhelmed with desire for her that I
almost couldn't get the garters undone, but finally she was
naked again. In the nick of time I found her slippers and robe.
I wrapped the robe about her and placed the slippers in front of
her feet and she stepped into them.

We went into the bathroom, and I helped Kathleen out of her robe
and into the tub. My eyes nearly ached from staring at her boobs
and ass and I noticed her looking at me with a funny expression.
I gave her my hand as she sank into the water.

Kathleen said: "You may wash me, start with my back."

I was so confused I said, "Yes Miss Kathleen," and curtsied. She
just smiled.

It's very very difficult to wash a pretty lady properly. There
is too much skin, where will my hand and wash cloth go? I washed
her back, and neck, under and over her boobs, her ribs and
tummy, her toes and legs and then the inside of the legs, then
further up. Then I lathered up the hair between her legs, all
the while trying not to pant.

Kathleen stood up and said "wash my behind", and I did trying to
think of soap and not where my hand was. Then I rinsed her all
over and she lay back and I washed her hair. I dried her with
two towels, used a hair dryer on her hair, and thought of using
it between her legs and changed my thoughts right away. I robed
and slippered her. We went back to the bedroom and started the
dressing process again.

After the panties, bras, garter and stockings, she said: "Get my
shoes, the black ones."

I "yes ma'am'd" and did. I put them on her.

She said, "Now you may pull down your girdle and lay across my
knee."

I didn't expect that but did as she said. And of course: "Yes
ma'am."

She had in her hand the hair brush I had been using. I had
noticed it had a longish handle and was heavy on the head and
had a wide plastic back.

"This is to address the problem of too much lusting for me when
I ask you to do a simple task of dressing and undressing me,"
she said. "A little admiration is okay, I find it flattering but
this all out panting and losing control of your coordination, is
too much, I think this will reduce your lusting and be a caution
to you in the future." With that she started laying it on.

It really hurt, I started begging but she seemed oblivious to
me, she held me around my waist and continued, I had no idea how
many, I begged, I promised, I forgot what but she kept on. I
could hear her breathing hard from exertion.

Then it was over. She said: "Get up and stand in front of the
hook."

She put the collar on, clipped it into the hook and said: "Hands
behind you." And the handcuffs went on. Then I heard her put on
her skirt and blouse and she left me standing there. The door
closed and there was silence.

I wasn't sure what had happened. She was right that I had lost
control. I was going mad with lust. But this was not my wife,
this was my mother-in-law. What does this do to the relationship
with my wife? What if this was some strange woman with whom I
had a liaison. What would Sarah say to that? What would Sarah
say if I told her I was in love with her mother. Clearly her
mother seduced me. But she says it's to save our marriage. So
who is the evil one here. I guess it's me, I shouldn't be
lusting after Kathleen. She is my wife's mother. So those
thoughts went through my mind, one way then another and I was
busily working on it when the door opened and Kathleen came in.


She said: "I hope you're thinking of what we have done." And she
left.

I thought that what she meant was that she felt guilty about
seducing me. And I feel guilty about being seduced. Maybe we can
both say we did it for Sarah!

I tried not to move, but I did think that I was secured and
Kathleen was not, so my guilt is being expiated. I knew that was
ridiculous. Kathleen would say she was just indulging my
perversion. Sigh. I stood there for a very long time. Kathleen
came in finally and she unlocked the handcuffs and unsnapped my
collar and told me to remove the collar.

She said: "Get started making dinner and be ready to serve Sarah
and me."

I said: "Yes, ma'am," and curtsied and left to do the work. I
thought I heard some unfriendliness in those instructions.


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December 20, 2009

submissive aroused by angry Mistress?

Date: 20 Dec 2009 20:39:35 -0000
From: judy


I'm hoping i can get input on this question. My sub lickslave
seems to get aroused when I yell at him and am angry at him at
times. Why would he get aroused by that?

Can anyone comment to me about this?

December 15, 2009

slave spurting torments and ideas


Date: 15 Dec 2009 15:01:31 -0000
From: VeryCurious


Hi all,

I have been a reader of DOMestic for years, but I've never
contributed. I've always been turned on reading about female
domination. My wife enjoys being both submissive (I believe she
prefers this role) and dominant. We have only role-played for
about a year and she gets nervous when faced with having to try
new things. It really gets me turned on when she controls
how/when/if I have an orgasm, so I sent her a list of things to
try. I'm sharing the list with the group in the hopes that some
readers will try some new things with their submissives.

Some suggestions I made to her:

Make me get down on my knees and jerk off for you under your
close supervision. Maybe you play with yourself too.

Make me cum only rubbing my cock with your gspot vibrator.

Make me jerk myself off and have an orgasm, but not let me fully
ejaculate. Stopping the flow not with hands but just by flexing
my PC muscles. Orgasm isn't as enjoyable for me this way and is
hard to accomplish. Maybe talk to me and tease me while I'm
doing it and tell me how I'm pleasing you by holding it in and
not being "messy" for you.

Spank me while I jerk off. Spank me harder as you get me closer
and closer. Order me to cum when you're ready.

Make me cum by rubbing my cock on your tit. Maybe scratch my ass
or spank me or scratch and pull on my balls while rubbing on
you. Maybe have me lick my cum off your tit while you get
yourself off one last time... or more!

Make me cum and "ruin" the orgasm. Make me jerk off and take my
hand away as soon as I start spurting, not allowing me full
release. Particularly mean!

Building me up to orgasm, telling me I can when you say so.
Guiding me all the way there by your orders. Maybe counting me
down. Then when you get me right there making me stop (maybe
pushing my hands away and sternly ordering me to stop) and
denying the orgasm.

Give me a time-frame to cum. Like telling me I have 30 seconds
or 1 minute to cum and if I don't I won't be allowed to cum.

Making me suck on your strap-on while jerking off. Teasing me
about being your good little cocksucker while I do it.

Have you or me jerk me off with your vibrator or fingers in my
ass while you tease me about liking to get my ass fucked.

Fucking me with your strap-on and have me jerk off for you. Or
you jerk me off. Or have me jerk off with just 1 or 2 fingers.

Put clothespins on my nipples and only let me cum when you take
them off. Count me down to it.

Whip my cock with your riding crop and only let me cum while
you're whipping it.

Make me eat you while I jerk off.

Make me jerk off while you play with my cock and balls with your
boots.

Make me deep throat your boot heel and lick your boots while I
cum.

Make me cum on your boots and lick it off.

Make me cum on your toes and lick it off.

Tie me up spread eagle on the bed. Blindfold me and slowly jerk
me off. Cut of my air right before I cum. Get me to the edge
over and over. Scoop my cum up, smear it on my face, shove it in
to my mouth then ride my tongue and force me to make you cum as
many times as you want. Maybe tease me about swallowing my own
cum. And/or how it makes you to feel our cum all over my face
and on your pussy.

Get me right on the edge of cumming and then only let me cum if
I can only while you're flicking your tongue on the sensitive
part of my cock. Or while you're raking your nails lightly on my
cock. Or any other way you can think of.

Have cum all over your pussy and ass and clean it off.

Have me cum in your pussy and clean it out.

Put me over your lap and spank me and make me cum while I hump
my cock between your thighs. Lots of fingernails and hair
pulling and talking.

December 11, 2009

September to December 09 update


posted by: "Christine" at u4ds.com / MsChristine.com
posted on: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:12:40 -0000

Hello,

I've now completed and uploaded the September to December 09
update to the members web site.

Supporters of DOMestic can see the latest at

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and access or search the last 13 years of DOMestic.

If you don't have a password you can search at least 3 months of
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December 11th 2009


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December 7, 2009

Vicky Takes Control - part two


Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2009 21:58:53 +0000 (GMT)
From: Humble Serf


Vicky Takes Control - Part 2
first part linked here


Pete watched from the sidelines as Vicky danced like she was on
fire. Her red dress seemed to catch the light. Every male on the
dance-floor was making some kind of effort to attract her
attention. Pete felt terrible. What was going on? He was
watching from the sidelines as his wife danced through a roomful
of men looking for someone to fuck. And worse, she was expecting
him to help her select the lucky guy.

He already knew which one. There was a tall dark-haired guy who
seemed to touch Vicky all over as they danced without actually
making contact. He was incredibly lithe and co-ordinated. Maybe
a professional dancer or athlete. He certainly looked in great
shape.

The pair seemed as one as they moved around the floor in a blur
of physicality. Vicky eventually came over to Pete. Her chest
was heaving with exertion as she sipped her drink.

"He's the one sweetheart. And I think I felt his cock press
against me while we danced. If it is, it's huge. I mean scary
huge!"

Pete did his best to ignore this and the jealousy rising within
him. "So what did he say? Will he do it?"

Vicky squeals with embarrassment - "Oh! No!"

Pete relaxes, pleased.

"I haven't asked him. I think you should do that bit! He might
think it forward coming from me. And I wouldn't want to put him
off."

"No way in hell am I going up to some strange guy and asking him
to fuck my wife!" Pete looked like he was about ready to storm
out.

Vicky put her hand on his chest and came in close. He could feel
her breath on his neck. "Pete, we don't want to break up do we?
I'm a woman. I have needs. Just like you. This might be our last
chance. Please!"

Pete felt his stomach tighten. He had no idea things had gotten
this serious. He couldn't imagine life without Vicky at his
side. He looked at the man still on the dance-floor.

Pete took a deep breath and nodded to Vicky. She grinned widely
and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. His cock tightened
immediately in response. He held her tight against him. She felt
great. He pressed his throbbing crotch against her. This was
madness. He wanted to take her home and make love all night.

"C'mon now Pete. I don't want you putting Thierry off!" she
gently pushed him off and nodded in the direction of the dance-
floor.

Pete resigned himself to his embarrassing task and made his way
through the crowd to Thierry. He tapped him on the shoulder and
leaned in close, shouting over the music. "Excuse me sir,
Thierry isn't it?"

The man nodded.

"I think you've been dancing with my friend.." He couldn't bring
himself to say wife - it would be too humiliating. At least this
way he didn't look like such a loser. "The blonde woman with the
red dress - she's my friend, and I'm about to drive her home.
She wanted to know if you'd like a lift."

Thierry said nothing but a huge grin slowly drifted across his
handsome face. He nodded.. "Yeah" he shouted over the incessant
beat, "I'd like that, thanks."

He followed Pete back towards Vicky. She nodded at Pete and took
Thierry's hand. She pulled him in close and kissed him on the
mouth for what seemed to Pete to be an obscenely long time. They
both investigated each other with their tongues.

Pete couldn't help noticing both the bulge in Thierry's trousers
and his wandering hands moving over Vicky's waist and down to
her arse. She pushed her hips forward and ground herself into
his crotch as they continued to kiss. If Pete didn't get them
out now and into his car they looked like they'd drop to the
floor and make love right there.

He ushered the pair out past the bouncers and into the cool
night air.

"We'll wait here while you get the car" Vicky instructed as
Thierry moved in for another long kiss. Pete was about to answer
when he realised no-one was listening. He went off to get his
car.

As he pulled up, neither Thierry or Vicky did anything. They
just continued to kiss until Pete got out and opened the rear
doors of his merc for the couple. They both got in and continued
stroking and kissing each other.

Pete got back behind the wheel and drove off into the night
feeling for all the world like a cheap chauffeur rather than
Vicky's husband.


read part three here

December 6, 2009

Jim's Story - part five


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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part five


I cleaned away Sarah's dishes and cleaned the little bits of
mess in the kitchen. Everything was orderly. I got the newspaper
set it on the kitchen table with the headline up. Set a place
for one person and waited for Kathleen.

"Good morning Miss Kathleen," I said, and curtsied. Then I began
preparing coffee for her.

She smiled and sat down almost without taking her eyes off me.

I felt very conspicuous with a wet spot on the front of my
girdle and I tried to take her attention away from me: "What may
I prepare for you for breakfast?"

"I want poached eggs, bacon and toast," she said.

I worried that my lack of cooking skills would be found out, but
this was easy. In about six minutes she had it all served to her
steaming at the same time, the kitchen smelled great from the
bacon and coffee and toast aromas. I saw genuine appreciation in
Kathleen's eyes.

I tried to stand by like the best waiters I've ever seen. I then
got a large glass filled with ICE and filled with water. I
wondered what else I could do. And I stood there for a long time
while she ate. And I stood there, that was the hard part.

When she finished, I asked: "May I clear the table Miss
Kathleen?"

"Yes," she said.

She said, "When you've cleaned up here, come into the family
room."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

I cleaned the kitchen slowly, wondering what we would say to
each other. I walked into the family room, curtsied and stood.

Kathleen said: "I'm very happy with you Jim. I want to discuss
our relationship before we go further."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

Kathleen said: "My daughter's marriage was dissolving and I lost
my husband, I did the only thing I could, I did research. I
learned about 'Different Loving', and I discovered a world that
amazed me. I decided that I could save the marriage, get to know
you, have some fun. I want you to tell me what you think."

I said, "I was blind to Sarah's disaffection, I would never have
told Sarah about my kinkiness, my life is for Sarah, and I will
do anything to be with her." Then I said: "But I'm afraid."

Kathleen said: "It's understandable, but think of me, I was
afraid too, and had plenty of reason. What if you weren't into
any of this, you're bigger and stronger, so I took a chance and
it's now your turn."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Good, now that we are clear. How did it work this morning with
Sarah?" she asked.

"I made a list of things that she did that she wanted me to help
her with," I said.

Kathleen looked at the list. "I guess you need training," she
said.

"Sarah told me to report that I forgot to call her 'Miss Sarah'
and say 'Yes Ma'am' on four or five occasions," I said.

Kathleen said, "I'm going to start a book for you, I have a
steno pad that I haven't used. It's in the desk drawer. Get it
for me."

I found the book and brought it to her with a pen.

"Kneel down at my feet, put the book there between my feet and
write down what Sarah told you to report, then write down that
you have soiled your girdle. If you look up between my legs, you
can also write that down. We will settle our accounts later,"
she said.

What could I do? I began writing Sarah's complaints, my
involuntary dripping into my girdle, and peeking only once up
Kathleen's skirt, I just couldn't help it. Finally I just hung
my head in resignation. I felt so overwhelmed by this woman.

Kathleen said, "Let me see the list you made of what Sarah needs
in the morning."

I gave her the list, still on my knees in front of her. She took
my head and placed it between her knees while she read the list.

I loved Sarah but here I was lusting after her mother. What was
wrong with me I wondered.

Finally Kathleen said: "I will train you to do these things are
you ready to begin?"

"Yes ma'am," I hoarsely said.

"Let's start in the bathroom on the toilet," Kathleen said. "You
have been there have you not?" she teased.

I felt nervous, but reasoned I was licking her pussy last night
after she had peed. Why was I afraid?

Kathleen led me by the hand. At the toilet, she said: "I have
nothing on now so you don't have to undress me." She was wearing
just a robe.

I was kneeling in front of her, feeling tense. She peed.

Then she said: "Don't wipe, dab the tissue until I'm dry." When
I finished she said: "You did that well."

I felt proud and aroused. This was startling, I was again
lusting for this older woman, and I felt accomplishment because
I succeeded at wiping her. I am truly weird.

Kathleen went into her bedroom and sat in the chair by the desk
that had a mirror and lots of make up paraphernalia. She said:
"Now lets see if you can find me a nice pair of panties and a
brassiere and help me put them on."

I remembered the last time she spanked me over her lap in that
chair and I said: "Yes ma'am," and I started to look in her
drawers. I found a green panties and in the drawer below a
matching bra. I took them to her.

Kathleen said: "I don't think I want green today, see if you can
find red."

I quickly said: "Yes ma'am," instead of saying; "If you wanted
red ask for it."

Kathleen said, "You are such a dear to indulge me this way,
maybe I won't spank you quite as long as I was going to."

I wondered if she really can read my mind. I found very red
panties, then I found the matching bra. I kneeled down and she
allowed me to put on the panties, then I stood behind and
wrapped the bra around her chest trying to catch her boobs, and
fastening the clasp in the back. The right boob was caught half
out of the bra. I was paralyzed. I couldn't just say: "Excuse me
ma'am, let me push this one in." What should I do?

Kathleen chuckled, "It seems you are rather clumsy, I guess you
will have to get the book, but first, please adjust my
brassiere."

I unhooked the brassiere, and carefully caught each breast in
the cup and pulled it tight and clasped it in the back.

Kathleen said: "Very good, but you won't get off Scott free, now
get me my garters."

I looked in a drawer I hadn't opened and found five or six
garter belts of different colors and styles. But no red ones.
"Would you like a black one, Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

"Okay slave boy," she said.

I wrapped the garter belt around her waist and fastened it. She
wriggled it and seemed satisfied. I looked for stockings, and
found them in yet another drawer. "May I select these black
ones?" I asked.

She said: "That would be nice. Be careful with them, if you
cause a run you will earn a beating."

"Yes ma'am," I gulped.

I have seen on TV and the movies and in porn how stockings are
pulled onto a leg, but I had never done it before. I wanted to
sit down and take a break. Here sat my mother-in-law in red
panties and bra waiting for me to put stockings on her. I rubbed
my sweaty hand on my girdle. I could see she was watching me, I
knelt in front of her, one of her stockings bunched up in my
hand, and she lifted her leg, and I oozed the bundle up her foot
and then her leg, and I just wanted to put my face into her
crotch.

I got them on, then I played with the garter snaps, and fastened
it with luck. The other stocking might have been easier but my
brain was on fire with lust. I smoothed the stockings up her
legs and snapped the garters tight. There is a garter in the
front which is fastened while she sits with her feet on the
floor. The garter in the back requires her to lift a leg and I
have to put the side of my head against the other leg, look into
her crotch and reach an arm around the leg and remember to
breathe.

Then she stood up and I saw her ass in the red panties and I
wanted to kiss it but I didn't dare. I guess she was satisfied,
because she said: "Now you can take off my panties."

At first I didn't understand, then I realized that if the
garters are outside the panties they have to be undone to get
the panties down. While she stood over me, I unbuckled the
garters, my face was at the same level as her ass and pussy, it
was a miracle that I unsnapped the four garters, pulled her
panties down, fastened the garters, pulled her panties back up,
all without raping her.

She said "I feel like a skirt and blouse."

I guess that should have meant something to me. But I didn't
have a clue. She pointed to the closet and I found skirts on
hangers, I took out several and showed them off, she shook her
head, she was clearly laughing at me.

I selected several others, and got the same rejection, then
another two, she picked a black one. Then I looked at the
blouses (shirts) and picked a gray one and she liked it. I
figured out that the blouse would go first. Finally she was
dressed. But my problems were just starting.

"Do you know anything about makeup?" she asked.

I said: "No ma'am."

Then it was an agonizing half hour, but we were finally done.
"Tomorrow you will give me a bath," she said. "Now go get the
book and come back and kneel in front of me."

I got the book and knelt in front of her and handed her the
book. She gave it back to me to write first clumsiness due to
inattention putting on madam's bra, and putting on panties
before stockings. Then she took the book and read the items I
had written. She studied them for a long minute.

She said: "Do your chores, change the linen, empty the trash,
finish vacuuming and then report back to me, it will take some
time to execute all the punishments you have earned."

I wasn't as afraid as I had been previously, we had been so
intimate, all her anger against me must be gone now, I thought.

The chores were simple enough and it didn't take me long. I
found Kathleen in her bedroom, I curtsied and said: "I finished
the beds and trash, Miss Kathleen."

"Okay Jim, you may now undress me. I think I'll have a bath
now," she said.

I started unbuttoning her blouse, which also had buttons on the
sleeve and then moved to the skirt and she got up and assisted
me in getting it all off.

She said: "Fill the tub make sure the water is the right
temperature."

I said, "Yes ma'am," and curtsied and went into the bathroom.

I saw there were some bath salts or something and put some in
and filled the tub about two-thirds full.

I went back to the bedroom for her, and she was looking very
sexy in red panties and bra with garter belt and stockings, I
gulped and curtsied and said: "The bath is ready Miss Kathleen."
I wanted to add ma'am but I held back. I wanted to go on my
knees and start kissing but I didn't dare.

She just stood there. Then it dawned on me, I was to continue to
undress her. I was so overwhelmed with desire for her that I
almost couldn't get the garters undone, but finally she was
naked again. In the nick of time I found her slippers and robe.
I wrapped the robe about her and placed the slippers in front of
her feet and she stepped into them.

We went into the bathroom, and I helped Kathleen out of her robe
and into the tub. My eyes nearly ached from staring at her boobs
and ass and I noticed her looking at me with a funny expression.
I gave her my hand as she sank into the water.

Kathleen said: "You may wash me, start with my back."

I was so confused I said, "Yes Miss Kathleen," and curtsied. She
just smiled.

It's very very difficult to wash a pretty lady properly. There
is too much skin, where will my hand and wash cloth go? I washed
her back, and neck, under and over her boobs, her ribs and
tummy, her toes and legs and then the inside of the legs, then
further up. Then I lathered up the hair between her legs, all
the while trying not to pant.

Kathleen stood up and said "wash my behind", and I did trying to
think of soap and not where my hand was. Then I rinsed her all
over and she lay back and I washed her hair. I dried her with
two towels, used a hair dryer on her hair, and thought of using
it between her legs and changed my thoughts right away. I robed
and slippered her. We went back to the bedroom and started the
dressing process again.

After the panties, bras, garter and stockings, she said: "Get my
shoes, the black ones."

I "yes ma'am'd" and did. I put them on her.

She said, "Now you may pull down your girdle and lay across my
knee."

I didn't expect that but did as she said. And of course: "Yes
ma'am."

She had in her hand the hair brush I had been using. I had
noticed it had a longish handle and was heavy on the head and
had a wide plastic back.

"This is to address the problem of too much lusting for me when
I ask you to do a simple task of dressing and undressing me,"
she said. "A little admiration is okay, I find it flattering but
this all out panting and losing control of your coordination, is
too much, I think this will reduce your lusting and be a caution
to you in the future." With that she started laying it on.

It really hurt, I started begging but she seemed oblivious to
me, she held me around my waist and continued, I had no idea how
many, I begged, I promised, I forgot what but she kept on. I
could hear her breathing hard from exertion.

Then it was over. She said: "Get up and stand in front of the
hook."

She put the collar on, clipped it into the hook and said: "Hands
behind you." And the handcuffs went on. Then I heard her put on
her skirt and blouse and she left me standing there. The door
closed and there was silence.

I wasn't sure what had happened. She was right that I had lost
control. I was going mad with lust. But this was not my wife,
this was my mother-in-law. What does this do to the relationship
with my wife? What if this was some strange woman with whom I
had a liaison. What would Sarah say to that? What would Sarah
say if I told her I was in love with her mother. Clearly her
mother seduced me. But she says it's to save our marriage. So
who is the evil one here. I guess it's me, I shouldn't be
lusting after Kathleen. She is my wife's mother. So those
thoughts went through my mind, one way then another and I was
busily working on it when the door opened and Kathleen came in.


She said: "I hope you're thinking of what we have done." And she
left.

I thought that what she meant was that she felt guilty about
seducing me. And I feel guilty about being seduced. Maybe we can
both say we did it for Sarah!

I tried not to move, but I did think that I was secured and
Kathleen was not, so my guilt is being expiated. I knew that was
ridiculous. Kathleen would say she was just indulging my
perversion. Sigh. I stood there for a very long time. Kathleen
came in finally and she unlocked the handcuffs and unsnapped my
collar and told me to remove the collar.

She said: "Get started making dinner and be ready to serve Sarah
and me."

I said: "Yes, ma'am," and curtsied and left to do the work. I
thought I heard some unfriendliness in those instructions.


read part six here

2009-12-06 ( 8 edited messages )

# C: boi learning to be a better slave for Ma'am
# C: slave punishment
# S: Vicky Takes Control - part one
# S: Jim's Story - part four
# Re: S: Jim's Story - part four
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C: boi learning to be a better slave for Ma'am
Date: 27 Nov 2009 19:36:44 -0000
From: catholicschoolboi


This boi's Mistress has sent him here to learn, and this boi is
SO grateful for the opportunity to explore and be a better slave
for Ma'am! Thank you! Bows.


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C: slave punishment
Date: 29 Nov 2009 16:12:32 -0000
From: Mistress Abbie


In "slave contract and punishments" slavemale88 wrote:

>what is your favorite punishment -snip- what triggers the
>punishment?


My slave has issues keeping on task regarding his emails and
journal entries. The only thing that comes to mind is he is
taking the most important part away from me and that is
communication. So by choice I take myself out of his life for
two days, no contact is allowed. I understand that counters what
I'm wanting, but I need him to feel how he's made me feel.


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S: Vicky Takes Control - part one
Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 13:43:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: Humble Serf


Hi Christine,

I hope you and the DOMestic readers enjoy this first part of my
story 'Vicky Takes Control'. I am the author and own the
copyright.

Best wishes,

humble serf

- - -

Vicky Takes Control - Part 1


Vicky sits on the edge of the bed looking at her husband Pete.

"I don't know how to say this... I do love you, but, it's just
not the same," she said. "I mean we've been together for years.
And I've never had an orgasm. Never. Not without finishing the
job myself. How many have you had?"

Pete has no idea. He opens his mouth to answer and closes it
again.

"Exactly. And you do love me don't you honey?"

"Of course!" Pete not only loved Vicky deeply, but thought she
was the sexiest creature on the planet. Right now, this was
reinforced by the pink silk thong and tight white cut-off t-
shirt she was wearing as she got out of bed. But what he liked
most about her was her winning smile and good heart. She was
always looking for the best in people. Always generous. Always
giving.

"And I love you. But we can't be expected to be as passionate as
we once were with each other, can we? Not after 7 years."

Pete didn't like the sound of this at all. He'd always been
really proud of having Vicky by his side. He knew he was
punching above his weight with her. All his mates were
gobsmacked when he introduced her. She was a world class looker.
Pete knew he was in good shape, with a decent cock, but nowhere
near the same league as Vicky.

"We haven't had sex for nearly six months," she added.

This drove Pete crazy. It was so unfair. "Not for want of me
trying!" he commented sarcastically.

She touched his cheek and caressed his face. "I know sweetheart.
It must be hard for you. But I just don't seem to fancy you any
more. I mean I love you. And don't think I'd ever leave you. But
should we really resign ourselves to a sexless life from now on.
Is that what either of us want? Is that what you want Pete?"

"Uh... no! Of course not. Let's fuck each others brains out
right now!" Pete says playfully reaching out for Vicky.

She pushes him off. "I'm serious. I want to try someone else.
Just for sex. It won't change anything between us. It might even
be better for us."

Pete is shocked. "You want someone else? Who? I'll kill the
fuck!"

Vicky rolls her eyes. "Oh calm down. There isn't anyone else.
Not yet. I want you to be part of it. I want you to help me
choose."

"You want me to help you choose a man to have sex with you?"

Vicky smiles sweetly. Pete is stunned.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To make me happy dear. And because I never want to go behind
your back and threaten our wonderful loving relationship."

Pete is at a loss what to say. Vicky cuddles up next him.

"I knew you'd be adult about this. I knew it. You're my big
strong man. You can take anything!"

Pete felt his cock stiffen as she placed her head on his
shoulder. She smelled fantastic.

"We could go clubbing and find someone. I wouldn't do it with
anyone without your approval. We'll do it at our place for
safety. But you'll have to make yourself scarce upstairs. You
can't watch. It would put me off."

"Just once?" Pete asks.

"I don't know. Let's crawl before we can walk, and walk before
we can run" she pecks him on the cheek and stands up. Pulling
her thong unconsciously out from between her cheeks, Vicky fires
one of her big smiles at Pete. She looks good enough to eat in
the bright morning sunshine.

"I'll see where we can go tonight."

"Tonight? So soon?"

"I don't want you getting cold feet" she giggles, blows a kiss
and leaves the room.

Pete is left on the bed with a raging hard on wondering what the
hell he seems to have just agreed to.


TBC


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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here


part four


Why do I have to stand here I was thinking, when she walked in
and said: "You have to stand here because you are still
presumptuous. You take wine without asking, you act arrogant
because we responded to your animal acts, you are not behaving
the way I want."

I could tell she was sitting in the chair, and continued: "You
will come to understand that we expect total subservience in
everything.. Do I make sense?"

I decided I better answer: "Yes madam."

"Why were you so slow to answer; were you thinking about the
question?"

"No ma'am, I thought I wasn't allowed to talk when I stood in
the corner, then I realized you were expecting an answer."

"I'm glad you understand that I have rules that need to be
interpreted. Well I have some equipment here that you will
appreciate," she said.

Then I felt a collar being placed on my neck. The front of the
collar had a snap dangling from it which she snapped onto the
ring I had screwed into the wall. Then she pulled my hands
behind me and I felt handcuffs going on.

"Now I can leave you here to think about our relationship," she
said. "After you determine that you are well tethered I want you
to not move or make any noise." She turned off the light and
closed the door.

I did as she said, and verified that I could not get loose, so
simple and so tight. Then I stood still for what seemed a very
long time.

Then I heard her come into the room, the light went on, and I
could hear her moving around and undress, I think I could tell
she was dropping her clothes on the floor. I heard her pulling
the covers off the bed. I wondered if I was going to stand here
all night. I wondered if she was looking at me or reading a
magazine or had fallen asleep, then the television went on. This
wasn't fair, I thought. I made dinner, I cleaned up, I performed
sexually, and then I get punished? O yeah, I had a little wine.

The TV went silent, Kathleen said: "I guess you think this isn't
fair."

It seemed she could read my mind.

"Understand that it's not about fair, it is about: you are our
slave and we are your goddesses. Always think that way," she
said.

"My goal is to make sure you understand that intellectually and
emotionally," she said.

"I have to be very strict for the process to work, and it suits
me. I also have a bitch streak that you will get to know," she
said.

"If I had fallen asleep all night it would have been better than
letting you off without any punishment," she said.

"You may become afraid of me. Fear is a form of respect. This is
what you need, what you want and I promise you will get. "And
don't think that Sarah will protect you. She has come to agree
with my program. She thinks I saved her marriage," she said.

"I wouldn't mind letting you stand there all night, remember you
told me you would, or was that sexual lust talking, but you have
to get up to see Sarah off in the morning," she said.

I was happy to hear that, to get out of standing here, to see
Sarah, good news.

But then nothing happened. Then I could hear soft snoring. I
wanted to yell to wake her but I didn't dare. I was afraid
already. How long have I already been standing here, what time
is it? I was miserable.

I guess I began to doze when I felt the snap being removed from
the screw eye. She used the dangling snap and chain as a leash
and dragged me into the bathroom and forced me onto my knees and
dragged me between her legs and she peed.

"Lick me," she said.

Okay, this was new for me, I tried not to hesitate, the sexiness
of it all began inflaming me and I dove in and licked and licked
until she shuddered and pushed my head away.

She took me to her bed, covered me and got in. "The handcuffs
stay on until morning," she said and we went to sleep.

I woke earlier than Kathleen, my arms hurt, the handcuffs chafed
my wrists, and I was incredibly horny. I gently rubbed myself
against the bed then stopped. What would Kathleen do if she woke
and caught me humping the bed?

I couldn't even adjust the sheets because my hands were
handcuffed behind my back. What if Kathleen oversleeps? Do I
have an obligation to wake her in time to be up for Sarah? What
can I do for Sarah anyway?

Kathleen woke up, checked the time, remembered I was there,
looks at my erect member and grabs it, "You haven't been
indulging yourself have you?" she asked.

"No ma'am, good morning Miss Kathleen," I said, trying to change
the subject.

She gets out of bed, totally naked. I was getting so horny with
all this intimacy and I wasn't getting any sex. Kathleen had
come three times, Sarah four times, and me zero. Definitely
unfair.

Still naked, Kathleen finds some clothing in a drawer and it
looks like a pair of long pants. She unlocks my handcuffs and I
want to rub my wrists.

But Kathleen interrupts that: "put this on!" she ordered.

It's sort of a girdle and it might be sized for her, but it's
difficult to get it onto me, I manage, but it's really tight.

Kathleen says: "You will always wear that so I don't have to
worry about you getting into unauthorized behaviors. You should
thank me for this because if I caught you playing with your
cock, I would beat you senseless."

Then there is a pause, and I know I have to answer: "Thank you
Miss Kathleen."

She thoughtfully looks at me and says we'll have to go shopping.
Then she dismisses me with: "Report to Miss Sarah."

We had been married six years at that point, and had been
talking of children and here I now was "Reporting to Miss Sarah"
in some undersized girdle so I can't masturbate without
detection!

I walked in and Sarah was in bed sleeping. I quietly went out, I
went downstairs, made some coffee and sugared it the way Sarah
likes and went upstairs, she was still sleeping.

I put the coffee on the night stand and bent to kiss her, when
she awoke and looked at me.

She said: "Did you curtsy when you came in?"

"You were sleeping," I said.

"That's no excuse; remember to report that to Mom," she said.

"Why do I have to do that Sarah," I said. And I knew I had
screwed up. "I'm sorry Miss Sarah, it's my first morning and I
got confused," I said.

She said: "That may be so but Mom says we have to be very strict
or it won't work."

"What won't work?" I said.

"Loving Female Authority," Sarah said.

"What's that?" I said.

"Mom read that about 5 to 10 percent of men secretly want to be
dominated by a woman, but they have difficulty admitting it, and
society doesn't exactly recognize it. She decided you were one
of those and thought she and I could make all of us happy if we
adopted the practice," Sarah said.

"Did anyone think of asking me?" I said.

"I thought Mom was going to discuss it with you," Sarah said.

"Mom thinks you took to it very well and are enthusiastic,"
Sarah said.

"I just don't want to get slapped and beat up," I said.

"Then it's working," Sarah said.

"No, I mean that I would like to be asked, I would like time to
think about it, to discuss the terms, not just be kidnapped," I
said.

"Well, do you want to do it or not?" Sarah asked.

"Kathleen said that if I didn't, I would lose you," I said.

"I talked to Mom about that and she said we could change things
and it might be fun and you might enjoy it," Sarah said.

"I hadn't realized you were unhappy," I said.

"I was feeling that we didn't have a relationship any more,"
Sarah said.

"But you're always working," I said.

"You weren't appreciating what I was doing," Sarah said.

"I told Kathleen I would do anything so that I don't lose you,"
I said.

"Mom took that as a yes, I imagine," Sarah said.

Sarah smiled and continued: "So what you have to do now is be
useful to me or get into more trouble, so lets hurry up. Get me
dressed. What can you do for me."

"I have no idea, Sarah," I said.

Increasing her smile, Sarah said: "You will report to mom, Miss
Kathleen to you, that you failed to address me correctly at
least five or six times and didn't curtsy, now get to work or
there will be more to report."

"I'm sorry Miss Sarah, what can I do for you?" I said.

"This morning you can watch me get ready, starting tomorrow I
expect you to help me. I want you to study what I do and figure
out how you can do it for me. You can take notes. You will
realize how inept you are, but we will train you, or maybe send
you to a class," Sarah said.

I just said, "Yes ma'am."

It was a delight to watch her get dressed, I felt like a peeping
tom, I wanted to jump her bones so badly, which she would have
seen except for the girdle which held me in. She grew sexier as
she put on more clothes. When she sat at the mirror in panties
and bra, and I just stood there lusting for her, I wondered if
she could hear me panting. I was writing down each step to keep
my mind off the sex, and wondered how I could focus on anything
but her sexiness if I touched her. When she was done I felt
exhausted.

I made breakfast and served Sarah, standing while she ate. When
she finished her coffee she said, "I'm very lucky to have such a
good cook for a slave."

I was very pleased that I could make Sarah happy with a
grapefruit, orange juice and coffee. But I also thought that I'm
not much of a cook.

"Thank you, Miss Sarah," I said. "May I give you a hug?" I
asked.

She just gave me a hug and a hard kiss. She reached around and
grabbed my ass. I could see in her eyes that she was horny. But
I didn't know what to do about it. I kissed her on her throat
and back to her lips which were very soft and then her neck.

She took my hand and led me into the family room, sat on the
sofa and pushed me down on carpet and pulled up her skirt and
said: "Hurry up."

I pulled down her pantyhose and panties and dove into her pussy.
I seemed to be good at this because she started climaxing in
minutes and I felt her hand holding my head against her to let
me know not to stop. The second time took longer.

She said, "Now put me back together."

I did. And I asked, "Should I put this on the list, Miss Sarah?"

She laughed.

Meanwhile I could feel that my girdle was getting moist from all
this stimulation by Sarah. I wondered what the consequences of
that would be.

I finished helping her on with her undergarments and then
helping her with her skirt and blouse and helping into her
jacket.

"You're a very fine lady's butler," she said.

And she went out the door.


( Part 5 on the DOMestic blog this evening )


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Re: S: Jim's Story - part four
Date: 26 Nov 2009 14:32:36 -0000
From: Miss Brooklyn


Wow. I sure wish I had Miss Kathleen as a mom. It would sure
make life easier =D


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Re: S: Jim's Story - part four
Date: 28 Nov 2009 21:28:31 -0000
From: Susan's pet


This story is totally unrealistic, but damn, it turned me on!
In my fantasy I would love to be in his place. Everything seems
to fit. I hope whoever wrote this will write more!


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Re: S: Jim's Story - part four
Date: 2 Dec 2009 15:07:21 -0000
From: Anthony


It was a wonderful scenario, it made me very excited about being
controlled that way.


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Date: Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:23:06 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com


Hello,

We have now arranged credit card processing with Verotel
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This will be good news for all those folks in recent weeks who
have discovered that our other processor Multicards are now only
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and Direct eBanking.

Our order pages for the passwords and the software have now been
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Vicky Takes Control - part one

Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 13:43:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: Humble Serf


Hi Christine,

I hope you and the DOMestic readers enjoy this first part of my
story 'Vicky Takes Control'. I am the author and own the
copyright.

Best wishes,
humble serf

- - -

Vicky Takes Control

Part 1


Vicky sits on the edge of the bed looking at her husband Pete.

"I don't know how to say this... I do love you, but, it's just
not the same," she said. "I mean we've been together for years.
And I've never had an orgasm. Never. Not without finishing the
job myself. How many have you had?"

Pete has no idea. He opens his mouth to answer and closes it
again.

"Exactly. And you do love me don't you honey?"

"Of course!" Pete not only loved Vicky deeply, but thought she
was the sexiest creature on the planet. Right now, this was
reinforced by the pink silk thong and tight white cut-off t-
shirt she was wearing as she got out of bed. But what he liked
most about her was her winning smile and good heart. She was
always looking for the best in people. Always generous. Always
giving.

"And I love you. But we can't be expected to be as passionate as
we once were with each other, can we? Not after 7 years."

Pete didn't like the sound of this at all. He'd always been
really proud of having Vicky by his side. He knew he was
punching above his weight with her. All his mates were
gobsmacked when he introduced her. She was a world class looker.
Pete knew he was in good shape, with a decent cock, but nowhere
near the same league as Vicky.

"We haven't had sex for nearly six months," she added.

This drove Pete crazy. It was so unfair. "Not for want of me
trying!" he commented sarcastically.

She touched his cheek and caressed his face. "I know sweetheart.
It must be hard for you. But I just don't seem to fancy you any
more. I mean I love you. And don't think I'd ever leave you. But
should we really resign ourselves to a sexless life from now on.
Is that what either of us want? Is that what you want Pete?"

"Uh... no! Of course not. Let's fuck each others brains out
right now!" Pete says playfully reaching out for Vicky.

She pushes him off. "I'm serious. I want to try someone else.
Just for sex. It won't change anything between us. It might even
be better for us."

Pete is shocked. "You want someone else? Who? I'll kill the
fuck!"

Vicky rolls her eyes. "Oh calm down. There isn't anyone else.
Not yet. I want you to be part of it. I want you to help me
choose."

"You want me to help you choose a man to have sex with you?"

Vicky smiles sweetly. Pete is stunned.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To make me happy dear. And because I never want to go behind
your back and threaten our wonderful loving relationship."

Pete is at a loss what to say. Vicky cuddles up next him.

"I knew you'd be adult about this. I knew it. You're my big
strong man. You can take anything!"

Pete felt his cock stiffen as she placed her head on his
shoulder. She smelled fantastic.

"We could go clubbing and find someone. I wouldn't do it with
anyone without your approval. We'll do it at our place for
safety. But you'll have to make yourself scarce upstairs. You
can't watch. It would put me off."

"Just once?" Pete asks.

"I don't know. Let's crawl before we can walk, and walk before
we can run" she pecks him on the cheek and stands up. Pulling
her thong unconsciously out from between her cheeks, Vicky fires
one of her big smiles at Pete. She looks good enough to eat in
the bright morning sunshine.

"I'll see where we can go tonight."

"Tonight? So soon?"

"I don't want you getting cold feet" she giggles, blows a kiss
and leaves the room.

Pete is left on the bed with a raging hard on wondering what the
hell he seems to have just agreed to.


read part two here

December 1, 2009

Good News for Visa/MC/JCB users


From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:23:06 -0000

Hello,

We have now arranged credit card processing with Verotel
TicketsClub for DOMestic password subscriptions. TicketsClub
accepts Visa Mastercard and JCB.

This will be good news for all those folks in recent weeks who
have discovered that our other processor Multicards are now only
processing "Adult" orders through American Express, Diner's Club
and Direct eBanking.

Our order pages for the passwords and the software have now been
updated, and we are working our way through the rest of the
books, manuals and videos as we have time.

With the season upon us, drop us an email if there is anything
you want us to get organised in a hurry for you.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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