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# Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub
# C: lockable genital shock collar
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# C: wife controlling in the bedroom
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# Re: C: ask to suck her strap-on - I want to, but I am afraid to
# C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man
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# Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
# P: Male slave low cost Bangalore
# S: Bill's Warning - part two
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Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub
Date: 23 Feb 2010 14:04:38 -0000
From: Soumis


Emily wrote:

>My sub is going to be tied up at all times so that
>he is forced into bi-humiliation.


"tied up at all times"... sounds like a chore for you. If he's
tied up all the time when you're making use of him, then you
aren't so much training him as forcing him into behavior, which
doesn't necessarily break his will.

From my own experience, my previous domme made a point of
training me to where she could simply touch my wrists, ankles,
and say "You are tied here and here." No actual restraints were
required any longer. I was obedient to the idea, adhering to her
desires, her will. Since I'm a sub, that's going to color my
perspective, since by nature I desire control, but I think you
will gain far more mastery over him by training him so that even
without actual ropes, he does as instructed. When he voluntarily
submits to anything - that's when you know you own him.


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Re: C: femdom looking for ideas to do to my sub
Date: 24 Feb 2010 01:34:21 -0000
From: Mrs. Kravitz


Emily wrote:

>looking for ideas to do to my sub


Send him to menstruation class.


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C: lockable genital shock collar
Date: 27 Feb 2010 20:48:44 -0000
From: Bobi


Would like to find out about a device (shock collar) that can be
locked onto the genitals for training.


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Re: C: lockable genital shock collar
Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:40:24 -0000
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com


Hello,


Bobi wrote:

>Would like to find out about a device (shock collar) that can be
>locked onto the genitals for training.

You can buy "Dog Shock Collars" in most pet stores, if you buy a
very tiny one for tiny dogs like the one we did, then it should
be relatively easy to remove the shock unit and mount it on a
lockable ball strap.

Easier still would probably be to use a tiny padlock and make an
additional hole in the strap so as to lock the strap that comes
with the device.

Electrical Play information is available to members at:-

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

and on that page you will find a lot of discussion of the
collars.

A list of "Remote Control Dog Collars" web sites posted
frequently in the past is at:-

http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/dom0821.htm

and that includes our own "zapper" which was an Innotek FS700A
Micro-line.

Non members can start in the Electrical Play section in the
right hand menu of the DOMestic blog. There are several sub
sections there which may interest you.

The "Dog Shock Collars" link will take you to

http://u4ds.com/electrical_play/dog_shock_collars/

which is about the devices which are most easily obtained in pet
stores.

You may also want to take a look at "Add-ons for Chastity
Devices
" at:-

http://u4ds.com/electrical_play/addons_for_chastity_devices/

if you want to keep a man locked up and chaste while zapping
him.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

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C: wife controlling in the bedroom
Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2010 10:06:09 -0500
From: bedroom sub


Thank you Ms Christine and David,

After downloading the Fem Dom Manuals I am so tempted to read
the document instead of giving it to my wife without review.

I wonder if you can help or suggest a training guide that fits
our situation.

My needs are one of my wife controlling solely in the bed room
and a release for the stress of day to day dominance I must
execute in "the real world"

Surely there are many like us. The woman enjoys having her man
be somewhat the dom in real life yet the man needs the release
of submission.

Perhaps it's an impossible dream. I don't see my wife of 29
years moving into the full femdom world (but we can hope) as
it's just not "in her" but I hope that her love for me will
allow her to explore these traits and find some joy and a little
control.

Is this the impossible dream? Perhaps so, and I'm ok with that -
after all just plain denial is half of teasing and denial (wink)


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Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom
From: Christine at MsChristine.com
Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:21:26 -0000


Hello,

bedroom sub wrote:

>I am so tempted to read the document instead of giving it to my
>wife without review. .

Given that you plan to limit your experience to bedroom only and
not go further, it is probably wiser for you both to read the
manuals together and discuss the various ideas in there and how
they might work for you.

In any case one would not just present the manuals to a partner
without first having had plenty of conversation about the
fantasies.

What I would suggest is that you sit on a low cushion or stool
in the living room while your wife sits above you on the sofa or
armchair. Then you read a chapter aloud to her, and stop and
discuss at any time that either of you feels the need to.

In this way you will communicate your fantasies to her in a non
threatening way and from a non dominating position. And more
importantly you will give her a chance to tell you what she
might like about trying Fem Dom with you.

Do this over several sessions, working your way through the
books until you feel you both have a good understanding of what
you both would like to get out of this aspect of the
relationship together.

>I wonder if you can help or suggest a training guide that fits
>our situation.

I don't know of any guide that is limited to bedroom play and
one of the reasons I write my own guides is that I found all
others I encountered wanting. If a couple understands each
other, then the best guide is of course our software as it is
flexible and more interactive than a manual thus allowing a
partner to choose whatever fits the mood or situation.

Possibly other folk reading DOMestic will have different
suggestions for you.

>My needs are one of my wife controlling solely in the bed room
>and a release for the stress of day to day dominance I must
>execute in "the real world". Surely there are many like us.

Yes of course, it may even be that the majority of kinksters are
just like you. There is no way of knowing for sure.

>The woman enjoys having her man be somewhat the dom in real
>life yet the man needs the release of submission. Perhaps it's
>an impossible dream. I don't see my wife of 29 years moving
>into the full femdom world (but we can hope)

If that is really your hope, then the software will allow her to
develop at her own pace.

>as it's just not "in her" but I hope that her love for me will
>allow her to explore these traits and find some joy and a
>little control. Is this the impossible dream? Perhaps so, and
>I'm ok with that - after all just plain denial is half of
>teasing and denial (wink)

If you express those ideas to your lady yourself, she may yet
surprise you.

sincerely, Christine

The Fem Dom Training Software.
Advises on how best to train your husband/lover.

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Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom
Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 09:07:12 -0500
From: bedroom sub


Christine wrote:

>sit on a low cushion or stool in the living room while your
>wife sits above you on the sofa or armchair. Then you read a
>chapter aloud to her


Ms Christine,

Thank you so much for all you do and especially for taking time
to answer my question. You are a dream, your suggestions may
help others as well.

I'd welcome discussion, perhaps others have valuable thoughts.


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Re: C: wife controlling in the bedroom
Date: 27 Feb 2010 00:27:49 -0000
From: MichaelK


bedroom sub,

I think you have a good chance of getting close to what you want
if you can create a new dynamic which becomes something that
your wife enjoys.

Do you want to be dominated, or do you want to feel very much
hers?

If you want to be dominated this will only work if your wife
wants to take the dominant role.

And in the bedroom do you want to engage in BDSM activities
(pain, punishment, humiliation, etc) or are you happy to feel
hers engaging in "ordinary" sexual activities?

Lots of BDSM activities will, of course, only be possible if
these are enjoyed by your wife.

I have never dated or had a relationship with a dominant woman.
None of my partners have wanted to take full control.

What I have done with all my dates and partners is not to ask
them to dominate me, but to give them the power to take control
whenever they wish.

In Devotional Sex a Knight only ejaculates when his Princess
allows, and this does not happen most times there is sexual
activity.

When a Princess wants a more horny Knight she keeps him going
for a few days longer than usual, and when she wants a quieter
time she has him cum earlier than usual. As she gets to control
his erotic energy this way, the high energy times only happen
when she wants to play with his energy.

The main use of Princess Power in a relationship comes from the
Princess saying that there will be NO sex during most morning
and evening cuddles.

She does not need to be dominant to say no. Having sex every
morning and bedtime is of course far too much, so she gets to
decide when. When she says no she says this just because she
does not feel like sex. This is not dominance, but just
reasonably saying what she wants.

A dominant woman likes to have control, and part of this is
knowing all about what they have control about. So a dominant
woman is likely to want to read manuals.

None of my partner's have ever studied my website. They don't
need to because I've told them how Devotional Sex works, and
I'll answer all their questions.

What has worked many times for me is to give my date a foot
massage, and whilst doing this tell them about my different way
of enjoying sex.

So I recommend that you read the part of the manual that you
want to tell your wife about several times, and then tell her
from memory. Have it nearby in case you want to look something
up. (I've not seen the manual by the way.)

I top from the bottom in that I give my Princess lots of
options. I'm their map. But I feel very much theirs because they
decide which path to follow, how far we go along any path, and
when we will end our journey.

So my start would be to say that you want to feel hers in the
bedroom, and asks her to take control over when you can
ejaculate, which will only happen every few days.

Say that if she is willing to start that night, then you really
look forward to a cuddle, but she can choose no sexual activity
if she wants (and that this will make you even hornier the next
night). Say that you would love to give her oral sex, and that
if she wants, nothing further need happen.

Give her options. Let her choose.

Lets say you go to bed, give her oral sex, and that is all. The
strong FemDom fantasy might then be that the Mistress orders her
new slave to sleep at the foot of the bed "Now that you are mine
you are not worthy to sleep in the same bed as me."

With Devotional Sex the focus is on intimacy. After giving her
oral sex, and she ending sexual activity, ask for a cuddle, and
for her to just gently hold your erection. (I call this a
Devotional Cuddle.)

Let your erotic energy energize the cuddle. Say how you feel
very close to her, that her holding your erection makes you feel
that you are hers and not rejected even though you are not
allowed to cum. Let her know how happy this cuddle is making
you.

Once your wife learns to feel relaxed having such a cuddle -
that your erection is no-longer a demand or expectation for sex,
she is likely to find these Devotional Cuddles one of the
highlights of your new sex life.

Using kink to increase intimacy is something that many woman
will find attractive. Getting your wife to become your Mistress
is likely to be difficult, but you may find she very much enjoys
the role of being your Princess.

What I'm suggesting will work best if the man is happy for
activities to be mainly ordinary sex, and his partner is not
dominant but willing to take control when she feels like it - a
woman who is happy to be a Princess but would not be a Mistress.

Good Luck!

Michael

Devotionalsex


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Re: C: ask to suck her strap-on - I want to, but I am afraid to
Date: 22 Feb 2010 18:23:52 -0000
From: Fastdrop


Nurd Balls wrote:

>you may be afraid of getting turned on by sucking dick


well first, I don't believe that being banged by or sucking your
wife's dildo can make you bi-sexual. You would have to find both
sexes sexually attractive in order to be bi-sexual.

Mistress and I spoke about the issue this last weekend. Mistress
wants me to completely role swap. Mistress said she knew I would
resist sucking her "cock"; as she knows that I believe being on
my knees in the submissive position is a strictly female role.

Mistress said that in order to move forward I must make the
commitment to my new role and willingly surrender completely to
her and accept the coming changes.

I realize now that my fear is about giving up complete control
over my life.


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C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man
From: nuked potatoes - "Darryl Ducharme"
Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 06:13:42 -0700


Hi Ms Christine and David,

Of course i am wrong to say "there are no dominant Women"...

However it would seem with this interest in cuckolding, the
Woman desires a Man.

i can go on and on but i won't.

nuked potatoes

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Re: C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man
Date: 24 Feb 2010 02:03:04 -0000
From: Ms Deah T


Hello Christine, David and all,

It has been a very long time since I have been able to frequent
the list, so I missed the convoluted thread initiated by nuked
potatoes last year (and, it appears, revived periodically ever
since). Having followed the link in the most recent post back to
catch up on the initial post and all the ones subsequent to it,
I now feel qualified to say: "Huh??"

Near as I can tell, the first point nuked attempted to make was
that, unlike male subs who are aware of their urges from age 3,
Dommes are not 'born to the role' but come to it later, mostly
via trauma. As proof he asserts that even Dommes want to be
loved and/or want men in their lives. None of this makes a great
deal of sense to me but I will add my comments to the many
eloquent responses already posted, both by way of renewing my
acquaintance with the group and because my experiences are
slightly different from the ones that have been expressed.

First of all, the urge to be integrally bonded with others, be
it familial, spousal, polyamoral, or communal, truly is innate.
Curmudgeonly reclusive cave dweller(crcd)'s genes died out
pretty quickly since, by definition, they were unlikely to be
passed on. Even those crcds who might have been moved to seek
out others to assuage the occasional mating urge weren't likely
to live long enough to do so since

a: solo hunting was notoriously ineffective against the huge
game of the era, and

b: predators found crcds easy pickings.

All of that aside, however, it is incomprehensible to me how the
choice to have other people closely involved in our lives has
any bearing on dominant behavior in either sex, be it innate or
acquired.

As to the genesis of Domme natures, I can't speak for anyone but
myself (though enough other Dommes have spoken that I'm not sure
why nuked can't seem to get off dead center...) My own urges in
this realm began with my first preschool crush (i.e., before the
age of 5 in the US).

I have very vivid recollections of putting myself to sleep with
visions of the boy who had caught my eye in various states of
bondage or confinement and myself as the jailer or captor. My
favorite early childhood fantasies were of the current object of
my crush tied to the whipping post in the frontier America town
square (my grandparents used to watch a lot of Westerns). As the
town sheriff (despite the fact that I was a pretty little girl
who liked to be feminine and the movies/series of the time only
portrayed women as dance hall girls or very proper wives) I
would carry out the whipping myself and would grant mercy or add
to the sentence at my whim so that the captive knew his only
hope was to wholly ingratiate himself with me...

So sadism, bondage, control, the taste for those things has been
with me as long as the rest of my brain.

I've known male and female subs whose submissive fantasies, like
my dominant ones, were present from their earliest memories; as
well as those who came to the behavior late, either by their own
lights or to please their partner - and some who began as a way
to please a partner and found they wanted to keep the lifestyle
even after getting rid of the partner. I've known dominants who
covered the same range.

So, what exactly was your point, nuked?

Best Regards,
Ms Deah T

"Men's minds are raised to the level of the women with whom they
associate."-Alexandre Dumas

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Re: C: cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man
Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2010 04:15:16 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com


Hello,

nuked potatoes wrote:

>Of course i am wrong

Phew. That was like pulling hen's teeth. But I'm glad you
finally got past the "there are no dominant Women" blockage as
that was getting in the way of what I suspect is something you
are struggling to understand. Namely...

>the Woman desires a Man.

You also wrote:

>i can go on and on but i won't.

Go on nuked. Why not?

Ms Deah T wrote:

>So, what exactly was your point, nuked?

Welcome back Ms Deah, based on the lack of response in the past
I don't hold out much hope of nuked being up to defining his
point for you.

I'll hazard a guess that nuked is struggling to differentiate
between love and submission, and having trouble understanding
how dominance can work if the dominant partner needs or desires
the partner they wish to dominate.

For some men (and poets) love and submission are
indistinguishable, so it can be hard for the romantic to
understand how one can love and dominate at the same time.

Even if he's not being poetic, his confusion is perhaps
understandable if he has not had a long lasting Dom-sub
relationship as he may see these matters in rather cartoon like
black and white fantasy imagery rather than the delicate shades
and variety of colour experienced in real life.

To answer for a moment, just the simple implied question
"cuckolding, the Woman desires a Man"?

Yes, nuked, in some cases a dominant woman can dominate her
submissive partner while at the same time take pleasure from
and/or desire another man in the conventional manner.

Such a threesome may be playing with fire, but the passion can
be powerful for all three, each in different ways, which can
work for all three of them. You might even argue that the
dominant woman is doubly benefitting, in that she can get two
types of passionate relationship in one encounter.

Equally you should not forget that some cuckolding experiences
are ways designed by the couple to satisfy both partners'
differing needs and sometimes these are inspired by male
fantasies but are workable compromises.

He may need to submit and be denied sex, yet she may need to be
sexually active in a more conventional manner while dominating
him. In such a threesome he gets what he needs, she gets what
she needs, and presumably the third partner (the extra male) is
usually happy to be used. At least for a while anyway....

sincerely,
David

Download "Games People Play" by David.


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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 19:58:14 -0500
From: Danielle


Ms Irish wrote:

>what about the other people in the store


Yes, Irish. Fair point. Public humiliation is a fine line and
always something to be sensitive with.

Danielle

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Re: C: humiliating my slave-dog
From: Madamplz
Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2010 14:10:31 EST


Irish wrote:

>I do have a small problem with what you made your little one
>do, I understand your need to make him feel not so good, but
>what about the other people in the store? Do you think you have
>the right to subject them to that also?


I support that sentiment.

As a community we often express the desire to have the public at
large support our right to live our lives in a way which is
meaningful to us. Why would they be inspired to do that if it
means it tramples their right to live without feeling their
peace is violated?

When we do things in public that make it difficult for the
vanilla public to live their lives within their own comfort
level we're trespassing against their rights.

Over the years I can recall many postings in which dominants
have cited a public requirement of their submissives/slaves
stepping outside their comfort zones in a way that makes the
vanilla public not only aware of us but very uncomfortable with
our lifestyle choices. Nothing good can come of that. It draws
unwanted attention at the very least and is one of the primary
reasons people (myself, included) separate themselves from the
more public scenes.

In every case I can think of discretion is the better part of
valor.


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S: Bill's Warning - part two
Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:54:25 -0500
From: randolphus


Bill's Warning - part two
first part linked here


Darlene said: "I called your cell today around 11:00 AM, and it
said it couldn't locate your phone. Then I called your
dispatcher. She said she didn't know where you were. I asked if
you weren't supposed to let her know where you are. She said you
were supposed to but you don't."

I said: "I don't know why she doesn't know, half the time she
sends me where I'm going."

Darlene said: "I want you to make sure she knows where you are
at all times. Think of it this way: I'm giving you permission to
visit clients as long as Linda knows where you are going, if she
doesn't know, you don't have permission."

I said: "Do I have to ask your permission to see clients?"

Darlene said: "I just said if Linda knows where you are you have
permission. If she doesn't you don't. I've explained it twice
and I'm getting impatient."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene, I understand, I will make sure
Linda knows where I am at all times."

Darlene said: "I think you just like to argue. Maybe from now
on, I will explain things to you when I have you naked and tied
down, and I have a cane in my hand. I'll bet you would argue
less."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I decided to not have the last word.

She said: "Please address her as Miss Linda from now on."

That was so outrageous, I recomposed what I was going to say
four or five times and finally I just said: "Yes ma'am."

The next day, I met with Linda, excuse me Miss Linda. I asked
her how she would like to be informed about my whereabouts.

She said: "Your wife says she wants me to know exactly where you
are at all times. So here are the rules. You call me when you
want to leave the office or leave a customer. If you don't reach
me you don't leave."

I said: "Sometimes I'm in a hurry, can't I leave you a voice
mail or e-mail or text you?"

She said: "We decided that wasn't good enough. Do you remember
playing mother may I?"

I said: "But that was a game."

She said: "I'm keeping track how many times you don't 'Ma'am'
and 'Miss' and I'm going to tell your wife."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda, but I was just trying to
understand."

She said: "She also wanted to know if you argued with me. Are
you arguing with me?"

I said: "No ma'am, I'm trying to learn what your instructions to
me are."

She said: "It's simple. You let me know where you're going and
how long it will take, if I don't tell you you can go, then you
wait."

I said: "How do I know how long it will take?"

Linda said: "I'm going to tell Darlene you are arguing. You
estimate it and call me if it changes."

Linda said: "So far I have seven missed 'ma'ms', you only
addressed me as Miss Linda once out of eight times and you keep
arguing. Don't you have anything better to do?"

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Linda, thank you for the information."

She said: "I understand you will be a lot sorrier tonight."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and left.

Later she called me: "You should leave now for Lansing and
Miller law, its 8:30 I expect you will be there by 9:00."

I said: "Thank you Miss Linda."

She said: "Remember to call me before you leave them."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That night I knew that Darlene had gotten a report from Linda
and I was going to get lectured or worse. I, in hindsight, know
it was stupid, but I thought if I could convince Darlene how
unworkable this was, she would be reasonable.

She was already home, so I knelt where she was sitting. I should
have known how much trouble I was in by how long I had to kneel
before she talked to me.

She said: "What do you want?"

I said: "Miss Darlene my work is too dynamic to be tied down to
a dispatcher."

Darlene retorted: "Bill, I'm trying to control where you are.
Don't you want to be under my control?"

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene, I do want to be under your
control;" and here my house of cards argument collapses.

She said: "If you are under my control, isn't it important for
me to know where you are."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Don't you think it was nice of Linda to agree to help
me."

I said: "Yes Miss Darlene it was very nice of Miss Linda to
help;" one of the consequences of being married to a lawyer is
you don't win too many arguments.

Darlene said: "But Bill, you were not very respectful to Linda
were you?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Darlene said: "I gave you an order to respect her didn't I?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Which of our rules did you break."

I said: "I broke rule one Miss Darlene."

She said: "Is that an important rule."

I said: "Yes ma'am, it's a very important rule."

She said: "I think you're up to twenty-five strokes and one hour
for breaking rule one, do you regret having been rude to Linda?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'm very sorry."

Darlene said: "Fix dinner for me. You may not eat anything as
part of your punishment."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I will get a beating that will hurt like hell and probably an
outrageous amount of time in the corner. Been there, done that.
Don't sulk. I told myself. When Darlene gets into her righteous
mood, she could easily decide that I have a bad attitude and
pile on more punishment.

I fixed something Darlene especially liked. From where she was
sitting she could see that I had set the table for her. I went
over and knelt and waited. At moments like this my patience
grinds, she was doing nothing; and I had to wait.

Dinner pleased her and when she finished I removed her plate and
cleared the table.

She said: "Bring the strap and the gag and lay across the
chair."

I pulled down my pants and laid across the back of the chair.
She fastened the handcuffs and put the gag in my mouth and
fastened its strap.

She said: "This is not a complicated matter, I gave you an order
and you ignored it. You understood it, you argued but you
elected to ignore rule one. I can't tolerate you neglecting our
constitution which you signed."

She stopped talking to focus all her strength into the stroke,
which made me tip the chair forward. It felt like a slice was
taken out of my butt. I heard her grunt from the effort.

She said: "I didn't think I would be whipping you like this
months into our relationship."

Then I got another mighty whack. Then several more, each it
seemed with maximum energy. I could hear her straining and
breathing hard.

She said: "You can't pick and choose which rules you will obey
and which you won't"

Then another, and another, each delivered with grunts. She was
working herself into a rage and taking it out on my backside.
She paused for a second; I think to catch her breath.

Then another stroke and another one: she said: "Your reasons for
not carrying out my order are stupid and chauvinistic."

Then several more and it was finally over. She put the strap on
the table and left me fastened to the chair. A little while
later she came back and unlocked the handcuffs and removed the
strap from around my waist.

She said: "Instead of putting you into the corner and let your
mind wander over who knows what, You may sit in a comfortable
chair here at the table and write rule number one four hundred
times; that way I'll know what you're thinking about."

I said: "Yes ma'am.

It took me almost two hours to write "When Darlene gives me an
order, I do it right away and say yes ma'am" four hundred times,
it filled both sides of six sheets of paper. I took the sheets
and knelt next to Darlene who was watching television. I was
being ignored but I so much loved this woman. I started kissing
her feet.

She took the sheets from me. I looked up. She said: "I didn't
say stop kissing." I resumed kissing, then I rose up and kissed
the back of her neck, she leaned forward to give me better
access. That was encouraging.

She said I could remove her stockings and panties. I did and
started kissing her thighs; I tried not to go to fast. She was
so sexy; I just wanted to keep her warm, then she pulled on my
hair and my face was buried in her pussy.

She came very quickly but I kept going and after a longer time
she came again, by then my hands were holding on to her ass and
I didn't want to let go but she pushed me away.

She said: "That was very nice. Put the toys away and pick up my
underwear."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was feeling very horny. I wanted her so
badly.

I put the straps and gag away, in the morning I'll clean them.
Then I picked up her panties and pantyhose and went into the
bedroom where I put them into the hamper. Then I picked up her
jacket and skirt which she dropped on the floor and hung them
up.

The next morning I sat in front of Linda's desk and apologized
for arguing with her. She said: "Did you get punished because of
what I told your wife?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Linda said: "What did she do?"

I didn't want to answer but after last night: I thought I'd
better; I said: "She whipped me and made me write sentences Miss
Linda."

Linda said: "How did she whip you?"

I said: "With a strap, ma'am."

Linda said: "Describe how you were punished, I don't want to
drag it out piecemeal."

I said: "I was fastened to the back of a chair and I got about
twenty strokes of a strap, it hurt like hell. I was gagged. Then
I had to write four hundred times 'I will do what I'm told and
say yes ma'am, Miss Linda'."

Linda said: "Do you still have the lines you wrote?"

I said: "I don't know ma'am."

She said: "Bring them to me if you have them."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I resolved if they weren't shredded yet
they would be.

When I got home, Darlene said: "Linda wants to see the nice work
you did writing rule one four hundred times. I'm sending them to
her, please deliver them. I think Linda deserves the same rule
one courtesy you show me."

I said: "Miss Darlene are you saying I have to do whatever
another woman tells me?"

She said: "Take your pants down and lean over the chair and we
will continue this discussion."

I decided I'd better do it. I leaned over the chair with a naked
butt.

Darlene said: "I told you to further respect Linda by doing what
she tells you and saying yes ma'am. What is your response?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Was that difficult?"

I said: "No ma'am, but what if her commands contradict yours?"

She said: "Then I will revoke my order. Look Bill, I don't
normally explain everything because I shouldn't have to and when
I want your opinion I will ask for it, but since you have
assumed such a lovely vulnerable position I will explain this
time. I only have you for a few hours every day. Linda has you
for a longer time. I want you to be totally under women's
control. Linda is responsible and we hold similar views and I
trust her. We're doing it for your benefit. Now aren't you
ashamed for making such a fuss?"

I said; "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Stay there for half an hour and think about the
unnecessary stress you created for me and what a sweet wife you
have who explained everything instead of punishing you, when
your sentence is up, you may fix dinner for us."

After last night I risked a lot objecting. But it's outrageous
having to obey Linda, I didn't marry her. Then I thought about
what to fix for dinner because Darlene said fix dinner for us.

The next morning was difficult for me. I visited Linda and
handed over the lines I had written. She examined them and put
them into her desk.

I said: "What are you going to do with them?"

She said: "I'm keeping them, and speak to me politely or you'll
be writing a lot more."

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

She said: "That was better, now I want to see your pantyhose."

I was trapped. I pulled down my pants. She took a picture with
her phone.

She said: "I want to see your chastity device, pull down your
pants. NOW."

I pulled them down and she took a picture. Linda in two minutes
took control of me.

Linda said: "One of the things that has irritated me about you,
is you keep looking at my boobs. From now on, you don't look at
my boobs at all ever. If you walk in here with shades I'll
assume you're looking at my boobs."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I don't even remember looking at her boobs, I couldn't say if
they were large or anything. But now I wanted to look. I won't,
I don't want trouble.

Linda said: "The deal is that you have to do what I tell you.
Make life easy on yourself and just obey. If you don't, I can
create misery for you in different ways. Are we clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That morning I took a call at a manufacturing company that had
thirty workstations and I upgraded their primary application and
I had to visit each workstation. So it was 11:30 when I was
about to leave. I called Linda to report I was leaving. She said
she wanted me to stop at Taco Bell, which was on my way back,
and she gave me her order. I picked up the food and napkins and
extra salsa and stuff because I didn't know what she liked. I
delivered it to her and spread a napkin on her lap and on her
desk and took out the food and placed it for her on her desk. I
avoided looking at her so I wouldn't be looking at her boobs. I
wanted her to know that I was happy to do things for her. Maybe
she will put in a good word with Darlene.

Linda said: "I want you to look at my mouse, it keeps skipping."

I said: "I will do that for you when I can sit at your desk,
Miss Linda."

She said: "Wait until I finish my lunch."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I will log my call and come back."

She said: "You may do that."

I examined her mouse and it needed replacing. I told her I
wanted to go to our hardware supplier and she approved it.

I installed a new large LCD monitor and optical mouse which I
purchased. Linda liked what I had done.

She said: "Didn't we have the mouse in stock?"

I said: "We do, but I wanted to buy you a present."

She said: "And the monitor?"

I said: "It's bigger and brighter than the CRT that you had. I
made a personal decision that it should be upgraded so that's a
small gift also."

She said: "Are you trying to gain favor with me."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but not that only, I want you to know that I
appreciate you helping Darlene control me. I subscribe to the
program."

Linda said: "I'm confused, Darlene is your mistress, you're the
slave, and now I get to do what I want with you, and you're
grateful?"

I said: "I got into this with Darlene voluntarily."

She said: "You did it to get into her pants."

I said: "That is also true."

She said: "So where do we stand?"

I said: "I agree to do whatever you tell me, I will address you
as Miss Linda, and you don't have to do anything."

She said: "Than why did you give me all the fuss."

I said: "I'm sorry about all that, I've changed my mind."

She said: "You mean your wife changed your mind"

I said: "Of course."

After that I did lots of errands for Miss Linda. Every morning I
clean her keyboard and desk but it hasn't gotten more personal
than that. Linda talks to Darlene almost every day.

Later in the week, I was fixing Dinner and Darlene said I had a
run in my pantyhose. I said I'll put on a new pair.

Darlene said: "I told you not to get runs in them. Which rule
did you break?"

I said: "I think it's rule number one, but Miss Darlene, it's
somewhat beyond my control."

Darlene said: "You were just careless; part of the lesson of
wearing pantyhose is how careful you have to be at all times to
not snag them. I warned you that you would get punished for
running them. So you don't get any dinner and you will go over
the chair after dinner and after you clean up."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was really hungry and the aroma of sauteing onions had me
salivating. I fixed dinner and served it to Darlene. I tried to
look penitent, but Darlene just looked angry and determined. She
liked the food okay, but it didn't seem to help my case.

After dinner with my pantyhose and underpants around my ankles
and my wrists handcuffed to the chair, I listened to Darlene
work herself up about the great sin I committed by snagging my
pantyhose.

She said: "Putting pantyhose on you was to subdue your behavior,
but the only thing that affects your behavior is this strap."

That was the first time I heard any of that.

She slashed four or five times and she grunted with each stroke.
It was unbearably painful.

She said: "I expect you to show care after I have warned you."

Then five more hard strokes: I would have been begging her to
stop or ease up but I was gagged.

Having trouble with her breathing she said: "You have developed
a belief that you don't have to do what I tell you. We can't go
on like that."

I got five more terrible strokes. I could hear the anger in her
voice. But what got my attention was the pain she was causing
me. It was hard not to struggle and maybe turn over the chair or
something, it was agonizing.

She said: "You will learn to obey every instruction I give you."

I got five or six more awful strokes. I tried to push the gag
out so I could scream but my tongue wasn't strong enough. And it
was over because she dropped the strap on the table.

She put a wet towel on my behind and another one for the backs
of my legs. It felt soothing, the throbs of pain mellowed. She
caressed my head and planted a kiss on my forehead. She unlocked
the handcuffs and removed the gag and strap holding me to the
chair. I went to my knees and kissed her feet.

She said: "Get up."

I did and she hugged me and I hugged back. She said: "You got
such a hard beating for running your pantyhose. I ran mine today
also."

I said: "I'll try not to run the next pair because I know what
to expect if I do."

She said: "You've learned your lesson but your punishment is not
over."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Darlene said: "Corner in a dark room for an evil boy."

I brought Darlene the handcuffs and collar. She put them on me
and led me to the corner in the bed room and snapped me to the
hook. She closed the door and left me. The pain from the
strapping was abating. She didn't say how long I had to stand
here. I could barely hear the TV dialog. Concentrating on it
made the time seem to move faster.

The worst part is I really didn't know what caused the run. I
didn't know what I could do to avoid a run in the future. Each
time I violate the same rule, Darlene bumps up the punishment.
Running pantyhose is right up there with sins like not doing
chores or ignoring requests.

A few days after the run in the pantyhose; I fixed dinner and
Darlene enjoyed the food, and I cleaned up and knelt in front of
Darlene and said: "Miss I would like a change in our
constitution."

Darlene said: "You may not make such a request, but I'm
interested in what you have in mind."

I said: "I would like you to distinguish failure due to
inability or happenstance different from disobedience. I'm not
suggesting that I shouldn't be punished in either case but there
is a difference;" I would have given examples but she's a lawyer
and she can understand.

She said: "Why should I care?"

I said: "You have a policy of increasing the punishment for each
repeated occurrence of a violation of a rule. That policy is a
good deterrent to prevent repeated offenses against a rule. But
rule number one says to me that I will do what you tell me,
there is no guarantee that I will be able to, no matter how hard
I try. Trying and failing is not the same as not trying."

She said: "I will consider the matter. This is about the run in
the pantyhose?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Does it have to do with me telling you I ran mine
also."

I said: "No ma'am, not at all." I said: "May I make an example."

She said: "Go ahead."

I said: "You say wash the floor, and I say yes ma'am and wash
the floor, but you see that I missed a spot. I consider that
unacceptable and accept the consequence. But compare that to:
You say wash the floor and I say I don't want to. Are those two
the same thing?"

She said: "I will consider your concerns. Meanwhile I think
you're worried about running your pantyhose. I think it's good
you're worried, that's why you were strapped."

I said: "Thank you, ma'am."

Darlene added rule eleven to our constitution. I will always
strive for excellence. Darlene demands maximum effort. She will
decide if it was made.

Once again I may have asked for the wrong thing. Darlene has
taken to making sure the cleaning is perfect. I have given
Darlene license to spank me for virtually anything. Recently its
been for squeezing too many brassieres into a drawer making it
impossible for her to remove only one, the kitchen counter was
wet, there were too many opened bottles in the refrigerator, one
of her shoes had a broken buckle discovered when she was putting
it on; such offences occur about once per week.

Darlene has decided that the punishment for rule eleven should
be based on each kind of failure. Wet kitchen sink only increase
with wet kitchen sink, etc. So she has made life a little less
nerve racking. I mind an across the knee paddling less than one
of her marathon strappings.

A few nights later, Darlene told me after dinner that I will be
staying with one of the law partners of her firm. Darlene said:
"Your training has progressed so well, I don't want it to
regress. Francine has been a very good friend to me and she is
willing to supervise you while I'm in New York."

I said: "Miss Darlene may I ask questions?"

She said: "I have to take a deposition on a case I'm working on.
I told Francine how we were coming along and that I didn't want
to go because you have made so much progress, and Francine,
please call her Miss Francine, said you could stay with her."

I said: "I have never met her."

Darlene said: "You will of course meet her. She will maintain
the same environment we have here. You will fix breakfast and
dinner; you will clean her apartment, and do whatever she tells
you. I'm lending her our toys so she will discipline you if it's
necessary and of course she will tell me everything that
happens. I expect you to make me proud."

Darlene said: "I expect a proper rule number one response from
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Darlene."

She said: "I considered restraining you while I was gone but you
couldn't go to work and if I was delayed, I don't know what I
would have done. So this is an ideal solution."

I said: "Miss Darlene, do I have to wear the pantyhose while I'm
staying with Miss Francine?"

Darlene said: "Yes of course, this is not a vacation for you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Normally we are very chatty couple but at dinner that night
almost nothing was said.


( Part 3 on the DOMestic blog this evening )

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Re: S: Bill's Warning - part two
Date: 22 Feb 2010 23:56:03 -0000
From: tootsie


Bill, this is a wonderful story. If true, it is inspirational.
If fiction or fantasy, it is still inspirational as it shows
your head is in the right place and it offers a good plan for
others to follow and share with their partner.

Thank you and keep writing!

tootsie

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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twelve - Jim's not so welcome home


Kathleen said: "Let's go Jim, I have all your stuff here." Then
Kathleen asked: "Are they very strict here?"

I said: "Not as strict as you are Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen squeezed my arm and said: "I understand you were beaten
and spanked twice. What did you do to deserve that?"

I realized Kathleen probably had access to everything so I said:
"Because of that signing incident I got a demerit, then when the
instructor came into the room, I didn't greet her along with
everyone else, I got a demerit, then one of the staff said I
looked at her while I was shampooing her. I got a very hard
strapping for that."

Kathleen asked about the other demerits.

I told her I got one demerit for missing a problem on a quiz,
but I didn't know why I got the others.

Kathleen said: "I will call Ms. Schmid and find out why."

I said: "I think I was framed by one of the staff who wanted to
spank me."

Kathleen said: "She just wanted to spank you?"

I said: "She made me do other services."

Kathleen said: "What services?"

I said: "Dressing and undressing, and toilet services. They
seemed to know I had been trained."

Kathleen said: "I figure you will get a really good beating when
we get home. I haven't heard any Miss or ma'am. But I will
really give you something to remember if you don't tell me
exactly what happened, now."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Kathleen. I spent a considerable amount
of time on my knees in front of two of the staff."

Kathleen said: "Just wait until Sarah, hears this. I wouldn't
want to be you when she gets a cane in her hand."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

We were almost home at that point. I jumped out of the car when
we pulled up and opened the door for Miss Kathleen. I actually
curtseyed.

When we got inside Kathleen told me to put away the contents of
the bag and then report to her. I was still overjoyed to be
home. I knew it was going to be difficult.

I went to Miss Kathleen's bedroom and curtseyed at the door. She
had taken off her skirt and blouse and pointed to the stocks.
She looked so hot, I fastened my ankles and leaned over the bar
and put my head and hands on the lower support. She fastened the
top. She fastened the belt. Then she unlocked the chain and
pulled my girdle down. She pulled the curtains closed. Turned
off the light, closed the door and went out.

After my joy at being home cooled somewhat because of the pain
in my shoulders and hunger and thirst, and having been in the
stocks for nearly two hours, Kathleen came in and said: "I
haven't decided your punishment yet. So don't think that this
beating is going to be it. But I think you deserve this. Do you
remember the spanking rules?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen."

I don't think Kathleen had ever struck me with the venom she
expressed with her strap. I screamed: "Thank you Miss Kathleen
one stroke."

The belt bit into my skin and wrapped around to cut my sides. I
didn't think I could take too many of these. I screamed again:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen, two strokes."

She moved to the other side, and I could hear her grunting with
the effort, but I knew that if I didn't count I would get it
again, but how can I keep taking this. "Thank you Miss Kathleen,
three strokes."

After I screamed "twenty strokes", Kathleen said: "I'd like to
give you two hundred, but I'm leaving it to Sarah." She turned
off the lights and left me.

I was sniffling if not crying. I had never been beaten like
that. I felt like parts of me were broken. I was sore, from my
waist to half way down my leg, my shoulders were sore. And I was
even more hungry and thirsty.

Several more hours later Sarah had come home and she and
Kathleen came to visit me. Sarah had a cane in her hand. I said:
"Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen, may I talk?"

Sarah said: "Go ahead."

I said: "I realize what I did was not good and I deserve to be
punished and I am at your mercy and I'm not asking for leniency.
I beg you to understand that I was chained. I had a collar, a
woman held a leash attached to the collar, and I was handcuffed.
That woman had the key to the chains and the handcuffs."

Sarah said: "Very well, hold this cane in your mouth. We're
going out to dinner and we will discuss what to do with you. It
would be a bad idea to drop the cane."

The lights went out and I hung there: forlorn, in pain, hungry
and thirsty. And I'll be here a lot longer, and probably get a
lot sorer I thought. I tried to doze but the discomfort kept
intruding.

It was much later when the goddesses returned. Because the cane
was in my mouth, moisture kept dripping out, and there was a
little puddle under me, of course the cane was wet.

Sarah said: "I think he's still somewhat obedient."

Kathleen said: "Give him a good beating and let's leave him
here."

Sarah said: "You're getting twenty-five hard strokes from this
cane. You will thank me and count each stroke or you will get it
again. Are you ready?"

What if I said no?

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Sarah"

Then thwack! I really screamed: "Thank you Miss Sarah, one
stroke."

Thwack! I had barely finished counting: "I can't take it Thank
you Miss Sarah, two strokes."

Sarah said: "Are you surprised that it hurts. We can all share
the pain."

Thwack:

I screeched: "Thank you Miss Sarah, three strokes."

I discovered I could take an even higher level of pain. When
Sarah was finished, I was so happy the stroking had stopped,
that I nearly forgot Kathleen's suggestion of leaving me here. I
hung there and muttered: "Thank you Miss Sarah, thank you Miss
Sarah," for a minute.

Meanwhile they left and turned off the lights.

I must have fallen asleep. It wasn't morning yet, but the air
was cold. Kathleen was in her bed asleep. I was numb. My limbs
no longer had feeling. I started to flex what little I could and
I felt the sting of the blood flowing back in. Will I ever get
out of this? I tried to go back to sleep. Should I beg Kathleen
to let me out?

I decided to be a martyr. The more punishment I got the more I
would be forgiven, I reasoned. I kept telling myself it will be
over. Can they stay mad at me forever? But the most important
point was: what was my responsibility in a situation like that?
The only guilt I had was that I did not mind bringing those
ladies off. I guess I deserve what I get, but I'll take ten
times as much for them to be happy with me again.

So I waited, and waited. I deserve to be sore, hungry and
thirsty I thought; I'm doing it for Sarah and Kathleen.

Kathleen woke up. And oh my God, she was naked. She got up and
released the latch holding the top frame, my neck and arms could
move, and she released the waist strap. I undid the ankle straps
and waited for her instructions. She said: "Find my robe."

I was so happy: "Yes ma'am."

The room was a mess, but I saw the robe and I got it and put it
on her. She went to the toilet and I was right there on my
knees. I would have licked it all up if she wanted me to. But I
just patted her dry. It was only two weeks ago she showed me
how.

Kathleen said: "Did you enjoy your night in the stocks?"

I said: "If you begin to forgive me, I will say it was a
wonderful night."

Kathleen said: "Consider it a down payment."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "I want a bath, I want my hair washed, I want to
be dressed, and I want this room cleaned, this house vacuumed,
and dinner cooked."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I bathed her, I never felt so much love and tenderness, and I
wondered if my shampooing expertise benefited her. I dressed her
as if I had been doing it for years. Fastening her garters was
still a thrilling experience.

I made her breakfast and stood at attention while she ate it. I
stood very close to her and I felt kinship form again.

While she read the newspaper and drank more coffee, I cleaned
her room, scrubbed the bathtub, sink, and toilet, polished the
mirrors, vacuumed, hung up her clothes, very carefully sniffed
her panties and put them into the hamper.

I came into the kitchen and curtsied and stood awaiting
instructions. She finished reading something. Kathleen said:
"I'm going into the family room; I want you to find the
punishment book and bring it to me."

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

I found the book and kneeled in front of her and offered the
book to her. She told me to write into the book that I committed
adultery. I wrote what she said; I looked up at her and realized
too late, that I wasn't allowed to. So I wrote that I looked up
when I was kneeling in front of her.

I handed the book back to Kathleen. She said that there were
more chores to do but after the chores, the remainder of the
morning and afternoon would be to settle our accounts.

I got busy. I did in Sarah's bedroom (it used to be OURS) what I
had done in Kathleen's. Then I did the kitchen, straightened
everywhere and vacuumed everywhere. I was so eager to place
myself in Kathleen's hands that I didn't dust or change linens,
but all that will wait.

I went to Kathleen's room, and curtseyed and went in and stood
waiting for instructions.

Kathleen said I could remove her blouse and skirt. I did and
hung them up. Then she motioned me back to the stocks, and I
fastened my ankles. She came over right away and fastened my
waist and lowered the top frame and locked it.

She said: "You will go into the stocks every day after chores
and receive various whippings. Today it will be a progressing
beating with paddles, straps and canes."

Miss Kathleen said: "We will start with this wooden paddle. You
may know it already." And the paddle smacked into my butt with a
loud report, but I was day-dreaming,

Kathleen said, "who's counting, here comes the first stroke."

I said: "thank you Miss Kathleen, that's one stroke." I never
realized women could be so exacting.

She kept me counting and I got thirty actual whacks but the
count was twenty-five. Then I had to wait an hour.

Kathleen held the cane Sarah had used to torture me. Kathleen
outdid Sarah, I heard her make little grunts. I counted 20 of
those but I got 22 or 23. I was blubbering when she finished.

She came back an hour later with a strap that was doubled over.
I counted 25 of those but I know I got more than 30. I had
trouble controlling myself. I had the hiccups, my nose was
running and I was sobbing.

An hour later she returned with a riding crop. I got to 15 of
those but I lost count, I couldn't remember Kathleen's name and
she took mercy, I probably got 20.

I waited another hour and Kathleen released me. She half carried
me to her bed. She later told me I had become delirious and kept
begging her to stop beating me. She let me recover on her bed.

I fixed dinner and I was so happy they let me serve. Kathleen
said: "You may clear the table, after you clean the kitchen,
report to us in the family room."

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen." I hurried through the chores and
went into the family room. I curtseyed twice.

Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs and the book."

I said; "Yes ma'am;" And curtseyed twice.

I returned, curtseyed twice and handed the handcuffs and book
over. Kathleen handcuffed my hands behind me and pointed to the
corner where I went and sat on the floor.

Sarah said: "We have been discussing your punishment for
betraying us."

Kathleen said: "You will go on a subsistence diet for one week.
And when you are not working you will be placed into the stocks
and receive various beatings. You will sleep with restraints on
the floor."

Sarah said: "We will let you do your chores, but to enforce the
diet, you will wear a gag when not under supervision."

Sarah said: "You may speak."

I said: "I will gladly take any punishment to be forgiven."

Sarah said: "We haven't discussed forgiveness yet. Next week we
will talk again."

Kathleen said: "During this period you will always wear a
collar. Also any punishment you earn will be doubled."

I quietly said: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "I will put you to bed now."

I got up and curtseyed to Sarah and followed Kathleen. We went
into her bedroom and she removed the chain and asked me if I
wanted to go to the toilet, I went. Then she fastened the snap
on my collar to a chain hanging from the clothes bar in her
closet.

Kathleen said: "You will stand here until I go to bed."

She turned off the light and closed the door. I stood in the
darkness feeling discarded.

Several hours later, the door opened and Kathleen unsnapped me
from the top of the chain and fastened me to the bottom and I
could lie down. She came back and covered me. The lights went
out and the door closed.

I woke early the next morning, forgetting for a moment where I
was. It was pitch black inside of Kathleen's closet. When I
inhaled deeply I could sense her aroma.

After a short time the door opened and a luxuriantly naked
Kathleen unsnapped me from the chain and said I had to get Sarah
ready. I stood up and the handcuffs were removed. I curtseyed to
Miss Kathleen.

I rinsed the coffee pot, it had mold in it. And I started the
coffee; I went upstairs, knocked, entered, curtseyed. I bent and
kissed my wife. She opened her eyes, then responded to the kiss.
I got her bathrobe and slippers. She asked where the coffee was
and I told her I would get it. I curtseyed for her when I left
and again when I came back with the coffee.

She said she had missed me. I said I missed being here and I
missed her very much.

On my knees in between her legs, patting her dry made me think
that things were back to normal until Sarah said: "You've been
in the kitchen."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I made the coffee."

Sarah said: "You should be gagged, did you eat anything?"

I said: "No Miss Sarah, I didn't eat or drink anything."

Sarah said: "I can't let you go downstairs by yourself unless
you are gagged."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll go down with you."

Sarah said: "I want you to go down and fix my breakfast, but you
are not allowed to eat anything."

I said: "Yes ma'am. I won't."

Sarah said: "But I won't know that, you must be gagged."

I said: "Yes ma'am, how shall I get gagged."

Sarah said: "Would you like my panties in your mouth and my bra
wrapped and knotted around your head?"

I said: "Oh yes ma'am."

Sarah found the panties she wore yesterday and the brassiere,
they were green and she placed her panties in my mouth and used
the bra to hold it in.

It was a good thing I was wearing the girdle.

I went down and prepared the yoghurt and granola and orange
juice for Sarah. I toyed with ideas of how to get the newspaper
in my 'adorned' state.

Sarah came down and I had to stand while she ate the breakfast.

Sarah said: "After mom replaces the panties with a proper gag, I
want you to wash them and the bra by hand, and it would be nice
to iron them too. Why don't you look in the hamper for more of
my undies and my hose too. That way I know you were thinking of
me while you are doing that. It would be sweet of you to do that
for mom too. Tell her I recommend it for you. It will help
rehabilitate our relationship."

I couldn't talk so I just curtseyed.

Sarah reached out and took my hand and said: "We will come
through this." And hugged me.

I was so happy to have Sarah caress me like that. I was so horny
from having Sarah's panties in my mouth. I helped Sarah get on
her jacket and coat.

Then I brought coffee to Miss Kathleen. I did the curtsy, placed
the coffee on the night table and waited. Miss Kathleen had
fallen back to sleep. I had learned that I must wait at this
point. I'm accustomed to waiting.

Finally Miss Kathleen woke up and looked at me and laughed. She
said: "Sarah gagged you?"

I nodded because I couldn't talk.

The coffee probably was no longer hot, so I tried to gesticulate
that I needed to get her a fresh cup. She ignored me, took the
cup and we went to the toilet. She removed the bra and panties
and said that I would have a proper gag later. After that I
dressed her.

Kathleen said: "Find the book."

I did and knelt in front of her, careful not to look up.

Kathleen asked: "Did Sarah have any recommendations?"

I said: "Miss Sarah has requested that I hand wash her panties,
bras and stockings, and iron them. She also said I should do the
same for yours."

Kathleen said: "That will be very nice. I think it well help
focus your mind."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I had some cynical thoughts about the
labor involved.

I fixed Kathleen's breakfast under her supervision.

Kathleen said: "You are being put on a Spartan diet as a
punishment for your adultery. So when you are not under
supervision or restraint you will have to be gagged. And it is
your responsibility to have the gag. You didn't ask for it this
morning so as a punishment I'm not going to let you have any
breakfast. Maybe tomorrow morning you will beg for it."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I thought the harsher they treat me the
quicker they will forgive me.

Kathleen said: "Come with me, we will fit you out in style."

I followed her into the bedroom, and she sat on her chair and
pointed to the floor in front of her. I knelt down. Kathleen
said: "Take off my pants."

I pulled down Kathleen's panties, and waited for her, I thought
I knew what was coming. She took me by the hair and hauled me
into her. She came really fast but she still had my hair so I
didn't stop and she let go after I think she came again. I just
knelt there enjoying being there.

Kathleen said: "Put my pants back on."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I wanted to kiss her thighs and hug
her.

Kathleen got up and found the gag she was looking for and I
opened my mouth, in it went and she locked it with a small key
in the back.

Kathleen said: "You have to clean the kitchen, and the
bathrooms, make the beds, and do some hand laundry. You better
get started. There is a long punishment session this afternoon
for you."

I curtseyed and left.


( Part 13 on the DOMestic blog this evening )

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