DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I said: "Yes ma'am;" This was coming so fast, I knew that if I
said one word of protest the most terrible scene would unfold. I
had to make breakfast, I had to clean the kitchen, I had to pick
up the mess Darlene leaves and I have to assist her if she wants
help. It's morning concentrate.

I set out most everything Darlene eats for breakfast, but I like
pouring her the coffee when she sits down and serving her the
orange juice and offering water, and arranging everything. By
the time I finished fussing over her she was half way done and I
started on the kitchen, this morning was different.

Darlene said: "Get your coffee and whatever you eat and sit on
the floor."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I did and I looked up at Darlene, she was dressed in a business
suit, pantyhose, and high-heeled shoes. She looked so gorgeous
and powerful. I wore jeans and a white shirt.

Darlene said: "Francine is a senior partner of the firm and a
friend of mine. I have confided in her all the details of our
relationship and she has given me encouragement and advice. You
will obey her absolutely. If she tells you to do something you
jump and do it. Do you understand?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" there was urgency and anxiety in her voice.

Darlene said: "After work you will go to Francine's apartment. I
told her you will be there between 5:30 and 6:30 don't be late."

I said: "Yes ma'am. May I drop you at the airport?"

She said: "A colleague will pick me up later."

I cleaned our bedroom and bathroom and went to work. I worried
that I would take a call and be late to Francine's but it worked
out okay.

I knocked at Francine's apartment at 6:00PM sharp. An older lady
answered the door and said in a friendly voice: "You must be
Bill, please come in."

Darlene hadn't said please since our honeymoon. Francine's
apartment was very spacious and had a picture window view of Los
Angeles.

Francine was about five feet ten inches tall, she was about my
height but in high heels she looked taller. Her blond hair was
cut to shoulder length. Her eyes and bright lipstick made her
look like a woman of responsibility. He clothes, a business
jacket with matching skirt and a light blue blouse that looked
like a man's shirt except for ruffles around the sleeves. I
estimated her in late thirties or maybe forty.

I found her imposing and she certainly looked like a managing
partner. I would hate to be opposing her in court. What struck
me about her was her outgoing directness. More like a man than a
woman.

I was a little nervous at the prospect of living with her for a
week. It seemed she was a nice person. But why would she be
involved in my wife's and my special relationship? I wondered.

Darlene said I should obey her. Well it's her apartment, I'm a
guest, she's a commanding woman, I should obey her. But I don't
think that's what Darlene meant.

Francine said: "Your wife said you can cook and you serve and
clean up. You sound like a lady's dream."

I said: "Thank you ma'am."

Francine said: "Come, I'll show you the kitchen and you can see
what I have and then cook us dinner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I looked around and she had everything, it looked like a grocery
store. It seemed a shame to cook something simple, but if I
screwed up...., it will be simple.

I found more wine than I used to drink in a year in a cabinet. I
served us spaghetti with a delicious sounding sauce I found and
spinach salad with nuts and raisins and some kind of dressing
that tasted delicious. I served her a pinot grigio I found in
her 'cellar'.

She liked it and ate and drank. She said: "I understand you may
not have wine unless I give it to you. Would you like some?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, very much."

She said: "Get yourself a glass and enjoy."

I said: "Thank you Miss Francine;" and got myself a wine glass,
I had served myself water only.

Francine said: "I have a cleaning service come twice a week, but
I gave them the week off because you will be here to do it."

I said: "Yes ma'am it will be my pleasure."

She said: "The rugs need vacuuming, the bathrooms need cleaning,
you will have to do my laundry, and make the bed every morning
before we go to work."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I will do that."

She said: "After dinner tonight, you have to stand in the corner
for one hour."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "While doing the chores, leave your pants off so I can
see that you are wearing the panty hose."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Francine said: "Put the toys you brought into the drawer in that
cabinet. In the mornings you have to clean each one. I thought
that was an excellent reminder of your circumstance."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Then the conversation changed. She asked me about being a
computer guy and what kinds of computers I worked on. She told
me about the computers the law firm had. It turned out that they
had a NOVEL server. I told her that seven or eight years ago I
had become a master CNE on NOVEL and asked her if she had 3.1 or
4.1 and she knew. It turned out she was the partner in charge of
IT.

I was told that I might make a call on her office after Darlene
returned.

We talked about the evolution of disk space and operating
systems and where it would all go and the internet. I touched on
how she knew Darlene but the conversation did not go down that
path. This lady was a senior lawyer and I was the computer guy,
and I was not going to successfully interrogate her. So I stayed
with computers and told her about my career. She asked where I
wanted to go. I thought this was just a normal evening with an
aunt or something until she said:

"Clean up the table and the kitchen, no more wine for you but
you can pour me a glass in the TV room."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I should have talked less and drunk more.

I got a new glass and took the bottle into the TV room which had
a monster LCD and I placed the glass in the cup holder next to
her recliner and poured about seven ounces for her.

She said: "Leave the bottle."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Remember to remove your jeans and come back here when
the kitchen and eating areas are clean. I'm going to inspect
them after you are in the corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I had to take off my shoes, then my jeans, and then put on my
shoes, how weird was that, but I would damage the pantyhose if I
walked around without shoes. This was so embarrassing, why did
Darlene do this to me? Maybe Francine won't see me while I'm
cleaning.

It was easy to clean up in this most modern kitchen with every
appliance. I washed the counters, cleaned the faces of the
cabinets and appliances, and cleaned the table. I think
everything looked fine. I put the collection of handcuffs and
whips into the drawer Francine had indicated.

I went back to the TV room. I knelt like Darlene required me to.
Eventually Francine said I could stand in the corner next to the
TV.

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I had no idea why I was being punished. I
certainly couldn't take it up with Francine since it was my
Darlene who declared it. I thought I heard Francine get up but
the TV was going and I couldn't very well take a look. The TV
dialog helped pass the time.

Francine said: "You may kneel down here now."

I knelt and I realized that Francine was sort of attractive, why
wasn't she married, I wondered.

She said: "You did a good job cleaning. I was going to lock you
in the guest bathroom, but to reward you for a good job I'll let
you sleep on the living room sofa. Bring one of the handcuffs
and follow me."

The living room sofa unfolded into a bed. She stood there and
told me to undress.

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and undressed to my shorts.

She let me keep them and told me to lie down on the bed, she
then handcuffed one wrist to the frame of the bed. She covered
me with the blanket. Turned off the light and left.

I could see it was 09:30 on the LCD on a coffee table.

Tuesday

I was up at 5:00 but I was handcuffed to the bed. At 5:40
Francine unlocked me. She was wearing a bra and some kind of
girdle. I thought it looked sexy.

I made coffee and served up the cereal and milk that someone in
this apartment is evidently eating and cut up fruit that was
sitting around.

I got dressed. I polished the handcuff that was used and made
sure the other instruments were also shiny without fingerprints.
It's weird having to do this. Darlene is a genius. I had to
leave in about thirty minutes, how was this going to work? I
wondered.

Francine came in, started mixing cereal with milk, I poured her
coffee and asked what else I could get, she said nothing but she
said I could clean her bedroom and gather the laundry and maybe
do a load.

I went to her bedroom, I hadn't been in there before, and her
clothing and bedding were scrambled together. I found her
panties and gathered them, and without thinking I sniffed the
intimate garment and of course she came around the corner and
caught me.

Francine said: "I'm shocked that after opening my home to you,
you invade my privacy by abusing my underwear. Since I'm running
late we will deal with this matter this evening. Hurry up and
finish cleaning up in here."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" while all the while she's parading around
in panties and bra. And besides wasn't she supposed to be eating
breakfast. I knew I was setup but I hoped against likelihood
that Darlene might not hear about this.

I made her bed and picked up more clothing, her closet was also
a mess with shoes helter-skelter, and her clothes were tight and
there was no apparent order. I tried to straighten things but I
didn't want to be late to work.

All day I thought about how much trouble I could be in. I hoped
she would find a way to punish me and not tell Darlene. Then I
knew Darlene would ask me and I would tell her. I will never
keep anything from my wife, ever. So I will have to face the
music twice.

That evening I got to Francine's at 5:30 because I knew there
was so much work. Francine was there. She welcomed me in a
friendly manner.

She said: "Fix dinner early because we have a lot to do this
evening."

I sad: "Yes ma'am"

I fixed dinner but I was not offered wine, nor offered to sit
with her. After I had poured a second glass of wine I was told
to wait in the kitchen; she will call if she needs anything. I
was demoted from a guest to a servant. Actually I had expected
that.

Francine called me to clean up because she was finished. She
said to report to her the way Darlene taught me after I cleaned
the kitchen.

I wondered if this was because of the panty thing this morning
or not. In contrast to last night, but then being handcuffed to
the bed isn't the way guests are treated.

Francine didn't offer me any wine, but she drank a lot. I was
kept busy filling her glass and only ate while I cleaned up.

I said: "Miss Francine, I started on your bedroom this morning,
may I continue working on it."

She said that I may but that I was already in a lot of trouble
and not to make it worse.

I picked up every piece of clothing on the floor and under the
bed and other furniture. There were panties, stockings, blouses,
even skirts thrown on the floor. I guess someone else comes and
picks up periodically.

I made piles of laundry and dry cleaning. Then I started
straightening her drawers. Stuff was just shoved in. I took out
everything and folded it and put it back. She had a lot of
everything so it took a long time. I admit I got aroused folding
her panties and girdles and brassieres. But I knew this morning
was not forgotten.

I found myself kneeling at Francine's feet while she was
watching TV. I'm not complaining about kneeling but of the time
being wasted.

Finally Francine decided to look at me. She said: "Yesterday I
asked you to remove your trousers so I can inspect the panty
hose you're wearing. You did not do that tonight. This morning
you indulged your sexual perversions while you were working for
me. I'm going to whip you and put you in the corner for extra
time. In my room, in the dresser by the window in the bottom
drawer, you will find a paddle. Bring it to me."

I said: "Yes ma'am." A paddle is better than a caning in my
experience anyway.

The paddle was very elegant, it had a leather handle and I guess
a hard leather head that had decorative cut-outs in it. I
presented it to Francine.

She told me to pull down my pants and lie across her knees. She
pulled up her skirt and she looked very desirable.

Francine said: "I won't gag you if you keep quiet. I'm going to
give you twenty strokes, if you make a fuss, we'll use the gag
and start over. I like my subjects to thank me and ask for
another one harder please. Can you say that?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Say it."

I recited: "Thank you Miss Francine, may I please have another
harder."

She said: "I want you to count. And say it faster or I'll repeat
strokes, you probably don't want that."

The paddle made a huge POW.

I said as fast as I could: "Thank you Miss Francine, may I
please have another harder one." That was a very effective
paddle and it hurt a lot. I think my butt ended up with the
patterns embossed on the paddle. I was out of breath because of
the long pledge.

I managed to keep my thank-you's and count to a loud whisper,
but the POW of the paddle was really noisy for an apartment,
that's why Darlene uses the cane and strap instead of the
paddle.

Francine directed me to the corner by the TV. She said, there
was to be no moving. It's strange being whipped and punished by
an almost stranger. I met her for the first time yesterday and
she has put me in the corner twice and whipped me.

Francine said: "Your time is up serving your wife. Now you
should think about the consequences of sniffing my panties
without permission."

Then the doorbell rang. Francine went to answer it. Evidently
another woman came into the living room. She sat in a chair near
where I was standing and talked to Francine. Her name was
Eugenie.

Eugenie said: "I heard someone getting paddled and I came over."

Francine said: "I caught him sniffing my panties."

Eugenie said: "Alice recommends making him hand wash and iron
them and make him attend you in the toilet and do the wiping.
She says they lose interest in sniffing."

Francine said: "That's a good idea; I'll give it a try."

I stood there with my decorated red butt and my pants and
pantyhose around my ankles; they knew I was hearing all this. I
don't object to doing anything they ask me, but where do I get
the time.

Eugenie said: "When does he get out of the corner?"

I didn't hear an answer; Francine must have mouthed it, or
something.

I felt a hand on my butt, Eugenie said: "You did a good job."

Francine said: "You may take a break from the corner. Pull your
pants up. Eugenie needs your assistance in the toilet."

I had never met this woman, she was short, about five feet,
pretty face, not slender but not fat, she had blond hair falling
down her back, we weren't introduced and I pulled off her
panties, she wore silky green panties. Eugenie said: "Have you
ever done this before?

I said: "No ma'am."

She explained what she wanted me to do. Mostly I knelt there
then she explained how to pad her pussy dry and wipe her away
from her pussy. I thanked her for the instruction; pulled up her
panties, helped her up and thanked her again. The thanking is
automatic with me. She let me wash my hands.

Francine said: "Back into the corner with you."

I felt very humiliated and used.

After Eugenie left and I was let out of the corner, Francine
looked at the laundry and dry cleaning piles I made and said I
could wash and iron the laundry and take out the dry cleaning.

I said: "May I start on them now Miss Francine?"

Francine said: "After you assist me in the toilet."

I said: "Thank you Miss Francine."

I thought of Francine as an impressive woman, now that she has
spanked me I realize how beautiful and powerful she is. I felt
lucky to be on my knees pulling down her panties.

What I wanted to do was caress her thighs and butt, but I didn't
dare. All I did was pat her dry with the toilet tissue and pull
her panties back up. She got up suddenly and dropped her skirt
over my head and then she walked away. I felt like I'd been
seduced with a barbed hook.

I washed her undies and I had to do some serious scrubbing and I
dried everything over the washer, the chairs, on the edges of
shelves, it looked like a girls' dorm room with underwear
hanging everywhere.

Then the lovely Francine handcuffed me to the foldout bed. She
again covered me, I felt tucked in. She turned off the light.

Wednesday

The next morning Francine unlocked my handcuff and told me she
was happy with my arranging her shoes and clothes, especially
the drawers. She said she was going to steal me from Darlene.

I fixed breakfast and served Francine who managed to keep me
moving between her and the kitchen until she was done.

She said: "Now that you know about my paddle, do you think I can
trust you in my bedroom alone?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I picked up a few pieces of clothing: panties, a brassiere and a
blouse and made her bed. I was about to go out the door, but
Francine had to go to the toilet. I guess the idea is that this
is so gross that I would lose interest in Francine's panties,
perhaps in a couple of years. It's certainly nothing I ever did
for Darlene.

Francine said: "Do you do this for Darlene?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "I'll recommend it to her."

I said: "Thank you Miss Francine."

She said: "The laundry too. Wouldn't you like to wash Darlene's
underwear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was late to work and the whole day seemed to get later and
later, I didn't get to Francine's apartment until 6:30.

Francine evidently expected me earlier. She said: "The paddling
didn't make an impression on you to be punctual."

I said: "I thought it was between 5:30 and 6:30 Miss Francine."

Francine said: "I want you here between 5:45 and 6:00 PM."

Francine said, "I need to go to the toilet now."

My first reaction was to tell her to go, then I remembered my
new duties: "Yes Ma'am."

I pulled her panties down while kneeling in front of her, and I
knelt there for nearly half an hour while she read some article.
Finally I wiped her and she stood up so that as I pulled her
panty up, her skirt fell over my head. I wanted to start kissing
her all over but I was so afraid of her. Her hand went down over
the outside of the skirt and pressed my head into her crotch. I
started kissing the very spot on her panty I had sniffed; now
she was pressing me into it. I'd love to reach up and pull her
panty down but I'm a coward.

She said: "We don't have time; I think you have some ironing to
do."

I couldn't say anything. I was kissing; her hand was pressing me
into her crotch. She abruptly took her hand away and pulled up
her skirt; she went into the living room.

She said: "Bill bring me a pair of handcuffs."

I did, and I knelt to give them to her.

She said: "Remove my pants."

I reached up and she lifted herself and I pulled them down and
lowered them and took them off.

She said: "Turn around."

I did, she handcuffed me.

She pulled me back down on my knees, she raised her legs onto my
shoulders. I started kissing her thighs. She grabbed my head and
placed it into her pussy and I started licking and kissing and
sucking. She came violently and I thought she might crush my
head, but we continued on and she had additional major and minor
climaxes.

She removed her legs from my shoulders and pushed my head away.
I saw her languid expression and didn't say anything that would
disturb it. I wish I didn't have this damn thing on my cock. I
was so horny.

Francine roused herself: She picked up her panties sitting by
her feet and put it on my head, she positioned it so I could
sniff her crotch and see out. She said: "Into the corner."

I wondered if you could die from horniness. I think she
stimulated herself. This is real slavery, I was so suffering. I
don't know how long I stood there.

Francine said: "I want dinner."

I didn't know what to do. I said: "I'm handcuffed in the corner
Miss Francine."

Francine said: "Eugenia said that I should have you put your
nose in my ass so you will know if you did a good job wiping."
That was not a question or an order, I don't think. Maybe she
fell asleep. I guess I have to keep standing here.

It must have been ten or fifteen minutes, Francine unlocked my
handcuffs. She said: "You can keep wearing my panties while you
fix dinner."

I said: "Thank you Miss Francine."

Of course I felt so stupid.

Francine said: "Eugenia is coming over and I told her you were a
great cook so fix something great. Set her a plate but you can't
eat with us with that on your head."

I wanted to die, how could Darlene then Francine humiliate me
like this? Her panties were a little oversized for my head, but
occasionally enough of her scent wafted by and drove me into a
sexual frenzy.

About all I could cook was spaghetti but her pantry had
spaghetti sauces I saw advertised but I thought too expensive. I
made garlic bread because it makes the kitchen smell so good and
I found blue cheese, and shredded it and added lettuce and
tomatoes. And I found some wine. What was not to like?

Francine said: "When the doorbell rings you have to answer it,
please don't even think of objecting. I want you to feel
embarrassed. You know I have a paddle that means business."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Being a lawyer she knows how to express
herself.

When the doorbell rang, I prayed it was Eugenia. I answered it
with Francine's panties over my head. Thank God, it was Eugenia,
but she was with another woman. I felt so embarrassed it hurt.

I was ignored, Eugenia said to Francine, "We smelled the garlic
so we came over."

Francine said: "Hi Patty; Come into the dining room, Bill is
serving tonight."

I got the message and set another plate, when the ladies came in
I pulled out chairs and placed napkins in their laps. Everyone
had water and a wine glass. I showed the bottle to Francine who
said she would taste it. She approved and I poured wine for
Eugenia, Patty, and I filled Francine's glass. I served the
spaghetti then the garlic bread and the salad. They almost ate
it all up. I kept refilling the wine and they drank it all. I
refilled the water.

Everybody was happy, except me. I felt stupid with the panties
on my head and the strange young Patty.

Francine said: "Bring some more of this wine into the living
room and clean all this up."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I found not one but five more bottles like the one I opened. I
opened another one, and took three fresh glasses into the living
room and offered the wine. I left the bottle next to Francine.

I cleared the table and washed the dishes and cookware. Then I
guessed I was supposed to go kneel next to Francine. I did and
it felt so embarrassing. Of course they paid no attention to me.

Francine said: "Give everyone some more wine, and then stand in
the corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I know how stupid I must have looked. My pants were off so
Francine could examine me wearing the pantyhose. Then Francine's
large yellow panties were on my head; and I was standing in the
corner. I hear all their conversation of course. Mostly it's
about people I don't know.

Then Eugenia said: "Are you going to let me have him for a day?"

Francine said: "He works, but Darlene won't be back until Sunday
night, so why don't you have him after I finish with him Friday
night and he can be yours on Saturday."

Eugenia said: "That will be fine; I have plenty of work for
him."

I wanted to ask why Darlene will be late, but I'm in the corner.

Eugenia said: "Bill you can assist me in the toilet now."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and followed her. I've encountered this
woman twice and I've taken her to the toilet twice. I tried to
remember everything she told me. I knew I would get 'corrected'
if I forgot something.

She only had to pee, but she had me remove Francine's panty from
my head, had me kiss her pussy and put my nose into her ass to
make sure it was clean. Surprisingly I wasn't as grossed as
turned on. What were they doing to me? Then I dressed her back
up. She had nice silky blue panties, then a black corset kind of
thing that was hard to pull on, then panty hose. Then I had to
put Francine's panty over my head and position it just so under
Eugenia's direction. I washed my hands.

Eugenia said: "You seem to be a fast learner, I like that."

I said: "Thank you Miss Eugenia."

She led me back to the corner as if I didn't know where it was.
She pushed on me as if I could fit into a corner.

Francine said: "I could use the toilet now too Bill."

I left the corner and walked behind Francine into the toilet. I
didn't have to pull Francine's panties off because I was wearing
it. I patted her dry. Washed my hands and walked back into the
corner.

Patty said: "I think it's the wine, I have to go too, Bill."

I followed the pretty Patty to the toilet and knelt like I do
and pulled her black bikini's down. She was totally shaven, she
peed and I patted her dry. What would they do to me if I kissed
her pussy? I thought. I was too chicken to do that. I just
helped her put her panties back on. I washed my hands.

Patty took my hand, and led me back to the corner. I felt used,
these ladies conspired against me to delight me in servitude to
them. What a strange thought.

Eugenia and Patty left, I continued to stand in the corner.
Francine busied herself, while I was forgotten.

Francine said: "Does it still smell good?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Francine said: "Take them off and get on your knees and thank me
for letting you wear them."

I got on my knees and said: "Thank you Miss Francine for letting
me wear your very sexy panties."

Francine said: "You may sleep in my bed tonight."

She didn't ask me to but I undressed her. It seemed natural. We
went into her bedroom and I knelt down to take off her shoes,
they had buckles. She stood up and turned around and I unzipped
her dress and it fell to the floor, I undid her bra and it fell
off. I hung up her dress. Tomorrow I will pick up the yellow bra
and panties from the floor.

Francine said: "Kiss my feet until I fall asleep."

Thursday

I woke early and eased myself out of Francine's bed. I laid out
Francine's breakfast and made coffee. I had cleaned everything;
I didn't want to make too much noise because it might wake
Francine. I sipped coffee and waited. Francine came in with a
robe that was open and completely exposing herself.

She said: "What are you doing?"

I said: "I prepared the breakfast for you and made coffee, I was
waiting for you to wake up; Miss Francine."

She said: "Didn't I tell you to kiss my feet?"

I said: "I thought, ma'am that I was supposed to do that until
you fell asleep."

She said: "If I tell you to do something until I go to sleep,
what do you think I should find when I wake up?"

I said: "I apologize Miss Francine, I didn't realize that, but
now it's obvious."

She said: "Since I smell the coffee and I see you have
everything waiting for me, you may kiss my feet while I enjoy
the breakfast."

I said: "Yes ma'am, it will be my pleasure."

She said: "But first, let's visit the toilet."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "It's not your pleasure?"

I said: "Oh but ma'am it's a great honor and pleasure."

She said: "Do you like wiping pussies and asses?"

I said: "It is no longer if I like it, it is a great privilege
to serve you intimately."

We had reached the toilet. And there was nothing to take off.
She sat on the potty, and peed. I let the paper absorb the
wetness, and she said: "You may kiss it."

I kissed her pussy. She has so seduced me. She put her hand on
my head and leveraged herself up and pushed my head down and
walked out. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. She is so
good at this.

I went into the kitchen eating area and got on my knees and
kissed her toes and ankles while she ate breakfast.

She said: "Darlene said you have become interested in Women's
fashions."

I said: "I just started."

She said: "Come and watch me get dressed and give me your
opinion."

I was excruciatingly horny already. We went to her bedroom. The
yellow panties and bra were on the floor.

She said: "Pick some undies for me."

She had every color, I selected a tan panty and brassiere set.
She put them on in front of me. I fastened her brassiere for
her. I wanted to put my hand on her bottom, but I'm not bold
enough.

Then she let me put on her pantyhose. I have developed a little
skill wearing one myself, but I don't get turned on like I did
putting one on her. I know of course that she knows well the
effect it has on me.

She put on a skirt I buttoned, a blouse I helped her button and
a jacket. Altogether she looked very good. She suddenly realized
she was in a hurry. She said: "Pick up in here, I have to
leave."

I raced to make her bed, pick up the panties and bra, clean the
kitchen and get out.

Linda asked me to come to her office on the intercom. She said:
"This is the second time you've been late this week."

I said: "Yes ma'am, but I'm staying with an acquaintance of my
wife's and she keeps me late."

Linda said: "Francine didn't tell me she was keeping you late."

I said: "I've come here directly from her apartment."

Linda said, "I want you to call me from Francine's apartment. Do
not leave without getting permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am; Miss Francine wants me to be there by
6:00PM"

Linda said: "She told me."

Fortunately I had a long call in the morning and only two short
ones in the afternoon and got to Francine's at 5:55. Francine
was there. She said: "A good paddling made you punctual."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Francine likes to read while she sits on the toilet. I'm not
supposed to move or in any way 'disturb' her. The floor in her
toilet is ceramic tile and is very hard on one's knees. A fact
one can imagine is unknown to her or well known, in any case I'm
suffering. I ask myself why is she letting me 'invade' her
privacy, does she enjoy humiliating me? Does she like it? Is all
this being done for me?

Finally she says: "You may wipe me."

I did as tenderly as I could, then I patted her dry.

She says, "As a special treat for panty sniffers, you can kneel
here for one hour and sniff all you want."
She placed a towel over me and the toilet bowl.
She said: "No moving."
She turned off the light and closed the door.

My knees were killing me so I moved the slightest amount. Now I
was guilty of disobeying an order. After a very very long time
she cracked the door, turned on the light and said, "flush it."

Ten minutes later she said I may get up.

I washed my hands and then went to kneel next to her.

She said: "You may make dinner."

I said: "Miss Francine, is there something you would like me to
fix?"

She said: "Surprise me, but no spaghetti."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I wondered what would happen if she did take me from Darlene.
One can't do that in the US. But she's Darlene's senior. Would
Darlene give me up. Would I have a say, of course I would. I'm
only doing this because I committed to Darlene.

I found some frozen entrees and frozen veggies and I made hot
dinner rolls. And of course wine.

I served her and I had to stand facing her back by the kitchen
door while not serving. She raised her hand a few inches and I
came to the table and asked what I could get for her. She said:
"That was delicious, you may have the leftovers and what else
you can find if you're still hungry. After you clean up in here
you can do some ironing."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Bring the wine into the living room. I don't want it
to tempt you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She emptied the serving dishes onto her plate so I could eat the
leftovers as her leftovers to add to my delight.

I knelt by Francine.

She said: "You may do the ironing over there and she indicated a
space by the picture window. I want you to strip to your panty
hose. If I have to repeat that I will have to beat you again."

I found a basket and put all the dried underwear I had washed
into it. I carried all of it to the window. Francine could watch
me work here. I got the ironing board and iron. I had to
experiment and I was worried about damaging the garments, I read
all the care labels. It took me several hours.

I went to the bathroom and returned. Francine said: "What did
you just do?"

I said: "I had to go so I went to the bathroom."

She said: "You may under no circumstances use that bathroom."

I said: "I didn't know that Miss Francine."

She said: "You didn't know I have a guest bathroom."

I said: "I knew that ma'am because I cleaned it."

She said: "So you wilfully elected to not use the guest
bathroom?"

I said: "No ma'am, I just didn't think about it."

Francine said: "I have heard enough, bring me the handcuffs and
the paddle."

This is absolutely ridiculous. But if it amuses this lovely lady
to punish me it's my pleasure. She pulled her skirt up, and yes
I have seen her naked but she looked so sexy, her skirt pulled
up showed previously unseen thighs shimmering in the nylons. I
could see in the darkness between her thighs the dim swell of
her panties. If she told me to jump off her balcony I would
have.

She said: "Hands behind your back." She handcuffed me and said:
"Across my lap."

She held me with her left hand and flogged with her right. Of
course it hurt a lot but not terrible. She sent me handcuffed
into the corner. I had to shuffle with my pants and pantyhose
around my ankles. All this humiliation has reduced me to feeling
like some object.

She sat there changing channels, ignoring me.

Saturday Morning

I set out Francine's yoghurt, fruit and granolas and coffee. And
cleaned clean counters and clean floors.

Francine said: "You will have a long and trying day at Eugenia's
hands. We'll go over after you clean up."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Francine had a key to Eugenia's apartment which turned out to be
as grand as Francine's. In Eugenia's kitchen there was a steel
pole with a crescent shape at the top. Francine had me stand on
the base of the pole and put my chin onto the base of the
crescent and she fastened a strap behind my head holding it down
onto the crescent. Then she handcuffed me. I was secured to the
pole. I could look at the kitchen table and the incredible
morning view of LA out the window.

A little later Patty came into the kitchen and took out cereal
and milk and sat down at the kitchen table facing me.

She said: "How long have you been a slave?"

I said: "Am I allowed to talk?"

Patty said: "If I'm talking to you, you can talk, in fact you
better talk."

I said: "Yes, Miss Patty, about eight months. Darlene and I
started during our honeymoon."

Patty said: "So where is your Darlene now?"

I said: "I don't know Miss."

Patty said: "You're probably not allowed to ask her?"

I said: "No I'm not Miss."

Patty said: "She's probably getting laid."

I said: "I find that hard to believe Miss."

Patty said: "Why, she's attractive, she's traveling in New York
with another lawyer, they have drinks, see the sites, it
happens."

I said: "We're married Miss:" I thought that was lame.

Patty said: "That makes an affair that much spicier. You're a
good boy, I can tell, you do what you're told. But where is the
romance for your mistress. You're boring to her."

I said: "What should I do Miss?"

Patty said: "You can't do anything. She might not be having an
affair, you don't know, and you can't ask."

I said: "I mean what can I do so I'm not boring to her, Miss?"

Patty said: "If you can cook, make unusual dishes to surprise
and delight her, take care of her, give her massages, bubble
baths, buy her presents, call her just to talk."

I said: "I've never given a massage, Miss."

Patty said: "You can massage me later, I'm sympathetic to your
situation, I'm Eugenia's slave and she is not at all faithful to
me. Sometimes the more I try to please, the more she ignores me.
This is the same problem all lovers have. Just because you love
someone, it doesn't necessarily cause them to love you back."

I said: "I sort of realize that, I think of a dog our family had
and how loving the dog was and all we did was feed him and rub
his neck. I've come to be like that Miss."

Patti said: "I understand what you're saying; I'm like the
doggie too. You don't have to say Miss to me."

I said: "Thank you M.. Patty."

She put her glass and bowl and spoon into the sink. She said:
"You or I will wash this later." She unlocked the handcuffs and
released the strap. We went into a room that had every kind of
cane, straps, handcuffs, and some unrecognizable stuff hanging
from the wall.

Patty said: "This is Eugenia's play room." She unfolded a table
that was obviously a massage table. She peeled her clothes off
and lay down face up. She said: "Start at my feet, flex my toes,
and ankles gently, pretend you're a medical student and want to
identify the muscles in my legs."

I tried to stay focused but she was so sexy. I said in a hoarse
voice: "You are very beautiful, Patty."

Patty laughed; "You guys are so pathetic, this is the same pussy
you wiped yesterday why does it turn you on so much, did you
even hear anything I said?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, you said, I should examine the muscles in
your leg." I was sliding my fingers up the outsides of Patty's
legs.

She said: "You have the idea, having a table tall enough so you
can do this for one or even two hours without getting a back
ache is important."

The table was tall enough, Patty was incredibly sexy; she could
and may have posed for Playboy. I loved massaging her. I
actually was caressing her.

I said: "May I kiss you?"

Patty said: "Yeah, go ahead."

I started with her toes and worked my way into the warmth of her
thighs; I kissed her pussy and enveloped her exposed clit with
my lips.

She said: "Stay there."

And I alternated with my tongue, and I could feel her moving her
hips about almost in rhythm to my activity. After she came I
kissed her belly area and worked up to her breasts, and then her
neck and ears and forehead, and she took my head and we kissed.
We did that for a long time (half a minute) then I rolled her
over, and neck, spine, ass, legs and toes.

Patty said: "That was very good, especially for a first timer.
Let's team up on Eugenia."

I said: "Thank you Miss Patty."

She said: "Stop calling me Miss."

I said: "I'm sorry; I'm even yes ma'am-ing my customers, it's
habit. Besides what will Miss Eugenia say?"

Patty said: "She probably will punish you for not calling me
miss. So when she is around its ma'am and miss."

Eugenia came in. She said: "Patty put Bill back into restraints,
I'm not ready for him yet."

Patty said: "Yes ma'am."

She took my hand and led me back to the crescent pole and
fastened the strap behind my head, and handcuffed me. She came
back with a strap that went around the pole and my waist which
she fastened tightly.

I watched Patty serve breakfast to Eugenia, there was no
talking, Eugenia made a small gesture, Patty leapt into action,
Eugenia fingered her coffee cup and Patty poured more. It was
impressive to watch.

Just thirty minutes ago I thought Patty was a mistress, I see
she is a servant just like me. Then Eugenia examined a spoon and
screamed: "Patty, did you look at this silverware before serving
it to me?"

Patty a little nervous said: "Yes ma'am, I examined all the
silverware."

Eugenia said: "There is a spot on this, look here."

I saw Patty get frightened: "I don't know ma'am how it got
there."

Eugenia said: "I want a clean spoon."

Patty said: "Yes ma'am;" She got a spoon, and brought it back
and took the spoon with the spot and put it in the sink. She
promptly returned.

Eugenia said: "Get the strap."

Patty said: "Yes ma'am."

Patty brought a long belt folded in half and placed it in both
her hands and offered it to Eugenia. Eugenia took and shook it;
it was as long as she was tall. Then she folded it in half.
Meanwhile Patty was taking down her shorts and her panties and
lay down on the table on the end where I was. Patty totally
exposed herself to me.

Eugenia said, "Patty stay there and don't move. You may
entertain our new guest while I finish my breakfast."

I heard Patty mumble a "yes ma'am."

I realize these tyrants, Eugenia and Francine love us. Putting
me back into the restraints was so Eugenia could inflict on
Patty the delicious humiliation I suffered last night. I
wondered if Patty saw it that way. God she is sexy. I feel like
a wolf peering into the chicken coop.

While poor Patty is lying naked over the table, Eugenia
addresses me: "What were you and Patty doing Bill?"

I said: "Miss Patty was teaching me how to do massage. She let
me experiment on her."

Eugenie said: "How did you do?"

I said: "Miss Patty said I did well. We thought we could both
give you a massage, Miss Patty thought it might please you."

Eugenie said: "Normally when I whip Patty she stands where you
are, are you chivalrous enough to offer to take Patty's
beating."

I said: "I would happily suffer on behalf of you or Miss Patty."

Eugenie said: "That was nicely put, but you haven't felt my
belt, very few people offer to voluntarily get it again."

I said: "I have been warned but I still offer myself."

Eugenie said: "Patty put your panties into his mouth, since he's
been so noble to take your beating."

Eugenie said: "I'd like to have you counting but this is an
apartment. You will refrain from making any noise whatsoever. I
have duct tape, if you start making noise, the beating will
start over. Patty will count the strokes."

The first one landed and I jumped to the limits of the
restraints. It was frightfully painful. Patty yelled "that was
one and Bill wants another please."

Eugenie was right, I can't take this.

Patty yelled "that was two and Bill wants another please."

I ended up getting twenty and I was really suffering. The
restraints allowed almost no movement but besides the
devastation to my rear and thighs, I have cuts on the back of my
neck and my waist where I tried to move out of the way of that
strap. Poor Patty would have died if she had received such a
beating. I realized that Eugenie was somebody to be feared.

Eugenie said: "Patty get a long cane, I want you to guide Bill
to do your chores. There will be no talking. Gesticulate with
the cane, if he doesn't move a few on his ass will get his
attention. Make sure he does everything to my standards. You
will suffer if it's not done right."

We started in the kitchen. It was pretty straight forward, cane
pointed to the dishes then the dishwasher, dishes rinsed and
into the dishwasher, she waved the cane around the table and I
got it to clean the table, and it went like that until,
something about the floor, she waved the cane along the bottom
edge of the wall, I didn't get it, then I got a giant whack of
the cane on my thighs, it really stung and made a welt.

I saw Patty was a little taken aback, as I cringed. Then I got
it, I had to wipe the molding along the wall. This is Patty's
ridiculous humiliating chore like my cleaning handcuffs.
Unfortunately Patty now has the idea that hitting me hard with
the cane increases my cognition.

I didn't sniff Eugenie's panties while Patty had a cane. We
cleaned all the rooms and I vacuumed, all the while the gorgeous
Patty followed me with a cane.

I followed Patty who knelt down next to Eugenie and offered her
the cane in both hands like a supplicant. I knelt on the
opposite side. Eugenie made us wait a few minutes.

She said: "Patty you set up the massage table, Bill will undress
me." I saw Patty curtsy, I said "yes ma'am."

Eugenia said: "Bathroom first."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I thought it a little duplication of effort to pull down
Eugenia's jeans and panties, pull them back up, and then take
them off. But I did; and her t-shirt and brassiere. I found a
robe in her closet that I put on her and we walked to the play
room.

The room was large enough for two of us to work around the
massage table. Of course I let Patty lead. Patty said I was good
with feet and legs so that's where I worked.

Eugenia asked Patty what else we did; Patty said she allowed me
to kiss her all over. Eugenia asked Patty if she liked it; Patty
said she did.

Eugenia said: "Bill you can start kissing me everywhere."

I said: "Thank you Miss Eugenia." I started with the toes, then
ankles and outsides of legs, then inside of thighs, I could feel
the temperature rising as I got near her pussy. I was just going
to plant a kiss, but a hand directed me otherwise. I licked and
sucked Eugenia's pussy while Patty massaged her breasts.

After resting for a few minutes, Eugenia said: "Patty will
secure Bill because we don't need him now and then Patty will
give me a nice bath."

Patty secured me at the crescent pole. She whispered in my ear:
"Thank you for taking the strapping. Eugenia is especially
vicious - you're a sweet boy."

Patty said: "I'm pulling your pants down so we can see the panty
hose."

There wasn't anything I could do about it. I still had in my
mind the image of Patty splayed on the table in front of me. I
guess Patty was reading my mind, she said: "You can have my
panties."

I said: "Thank you Patty." She took off her panties and balled
them up and put it in my mouth. I nearly swooned with lust.

After maybe an hour someone was unlocking the handcuffs and
removed the strap holding my head against the crescent.

Francine said: "Straighten yourself up and follow me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I removed the panties and put them into my
pocket.

We left Eugenia's apartment and entered Francine's.

I saw Darlene sitting in a chair. I rushed over and knelt before
her. I expected a response but she was talking to Francine,
ignoring me. Darlene was reporting about the deposition she had
taken with a colleague.

When that discussion was over Francine said: "Bill, you can pack
up your toys and your clothes. I'm going to gift to Darlene and
you the paddle you became acquainted with. Perhaps it will
remind you of your stay here."

I said: "Thank you Miss Francine."

Francine said: "Bill tell Darlene the four new things you have
learned here."

I said: "Miss Darlene I learned to assist in the toilet, to
serve meals, to give massages, and to curtsy."

Darlene said: "Who taught you these things?"

I said: "Miss Francine taught me to stand and wait on her, Miss
Eugenia taught me how to assist in the toilet and Miss Patty
taught me to give massages and to curtsy."

Darlene said: "Who is Patty?"

I waited for Francine, then I answered: "She's Miss Eugenia's
slave."

Darlene said: "When we get home you can tell me all about it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

That was Darlene's way of ending the talking, we left shortly
after that.

When we got home, I could see that Darlene had been to the
apartment while I was at Francine's because of the dirty dishes,
glasses and cups, notice the plural, was Darlene using two of
everything?

Darlene said: "Put everything away, clean up and we will talk."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I put everything away, washed the dishes, cleaned the counters,
and returned to kneel at Darlene's feet.

Darlene said: "Francine spanked you, tell me what happened."

I told Darlene the facts and my opinion of what happened.

Darlene said: "I want to hear about the slave girl, what she did
and what you did?"

I realized I had Patty's wet panties in my pocket still. I told
all, I could see that Darlene did not like the empathy we showed
each other.

She said: "So you were flirting with Eugenia's slave girl?"

I said: "No ma'am, it wasn't like that."

Darlene said: "You haven't been trained to be with other women,
but what you have done has caused me embarrassment and I will
punish you for it. Strip and go into the corner, I'll be there
to fasten you."

I've already been fastened for hours. I guess she cares for me
since she's punishing me; a perverse thought.

Darlene said: "When I tell you to strip for punishment, from now
on, put on the collar automatically:" She fastened the collar
with the snap.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed me, went out and closed the door.

When I thought I was forgotten Darlene unlocked the handcuffs
and said I could cook dinner. She said: "Your punishment will
continue."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied to show extra respect.

I haven't been shopping for a week so there were no fresh
vegetables; I fixed a pan ready frozen entree from Trader Joes.
I found a nice bottle of wine to go with it.

I tried to serve it up nicely. I made a single place setting
with stemmed glass, linen napkin, and several forks and knives.
After the earlier interview I didn't think we had anything to
talk about.

I went into the living room and knelt by her feet. I so wanted
to touch her but I could feel the chill, and I didn't think it
was my behavior at Francine's. She deigned to recognize me
within five minutes.

I said: "Dinner is served, Madam;" She didn't smile.

I stood by quietly.

I said: "Would Madam want water?"

Darlene said: "No, stand in that corner, if I want something
I'll tell you:" she was pointing to the corner across from where
she was sitting.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

A few minutes later: "Is there any more of this?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" there was again as much as I served her.

I served her the remainder from the skillet. I took the liberty
of refilling her wine glass.

She said: "Back in the corner."

After about ten minutes she said: "That was delicious, I'll keep
you for your cooking."

I was in the corner, should I thank her for the compliment? But
it was sort of ominous, like was she considering not keeping me?

She said: "You may clean up and then go back to the bedroom."

I said: "Miss Darlene, may I eat something?"

She said: "Make it fast."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I had a sandwich.

I snapped myself into the corner and waited. A long time later
she came in and sat on the bed. She said: "Bring me the new
paddle."

I got it and knelt and offered it to Darlene in two hands, like
I saw Patty do with Eugenia. Finally Darlene smiled. She said:
"That's very nice but it won't reduce your strokes." Darlene
tapped her knee and I climbed over. She said: "Bring me the
handcuffs." This time I crawled over her knee handcuffed.

She said: "What will happen if you make noise?"

I said: "Miss Darlene will gag me and start over."

Darlene tightened her grasp on my waist and walloped me hard. I
tried not to move or make a noise but an oomph leaked out.

Darlene said: "Who's counting?"

I said: "That was one."

Darlene said: "Have you forgotten what to say, do you want that
over?"

I said hurriedly: "No Miss Darlene, Thank you Miss Darlene that
was one."

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene that was two."

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene that was three."

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene that was four."

I could hear her make grunting noises from exerting herself.

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene that was five."

I got twenty strokes between my waist and knees. I didn't
remember her so merciless. This morning I received twenty from
Eugenia's strap and I was already sore.

She pushed me off her lap, I stood, and she snapped the collar
into the hook, turned off the light and said: "It's a bad idea
to humiliate me with my friends;" and she closed the door.

I thought she made me wear pantyhose, and stand in the corner
for an hour for an unknown punishment. That was considerable
humiliation. Okay I did a stupid thing, why is it such a big
deal? My face ended up in Francine's pussy, so what if I sniffed
her panty?

The answer of course is Darlene and Francine want to make a big
deal and I'm being punished. But what's bothering me is the icy
Darlene.

What must have been an hour later, Darlene unlocked my handcuffs
and unsnapped me. She said: "Demonstrate your toilet talents."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I was very happy to perform this intimate
service. Maybe the ice melted a little. After I patted her dry,
she wrapped her arms around my head, I was forced into her
boobs.

She said: "I'm so sorry Bill."

I thought it was strange for her to apologize for inflicting a
punishment. Then I realized it was something very else. I
elected to enjoy the boobs. Finally I said: "Miss Darlene I do
the apologizing and you punish me, our relationship allows you
to do whatever you want. There is no apologizing."

She said: "You don't know what I did."

I said: "All I need to know is that you want to keep me, I'll
try to be a better cook."

Darlene said: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

I said: "Perhaps I do, but our constitution that you wrote; that
you made me memorize; said that I need your permission, not that
you need my permission."

Darlene said: "This has to do with before our constitution."

I said: "Miss Darlene, may I speak to you as Darlene."

She said: "Yes until I say no, which may be at any time."

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene. I love you Darlene more than I
can ever express. It's life's greatest gift if you love me back.
I can't make you love me. It's entirely your decision. I will do
any and everything to win your love. I'll give up Fem-Dom to
keep you."

Darlene said: "You must talk to Miss Darlene from now on. I love
Bill and I love my slave. There has been no change. I did
something reckless because it sounded exciting and fun. It was
stupid. Your attitude is exemplary. Your knowledge of our
constitution has been noted."

Darlene removed a small key that dangled from her bracelet. She
used it to undo my chastity sleeve.

She said: "I want to reward my boy who is so great."

So after hours and hours in the corner and a hard beating, the
same lady who did all that to me is going to give me sex?

Life is good.