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# 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


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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


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

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:



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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

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

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.


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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


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

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


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:-


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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

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

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

"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

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-

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

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.


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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

"Yes," she said.

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

"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

"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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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