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July 29, 2010

foot fetish and fantasy free


From: A T
Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2010 19:43:12 +0000

Does anyone else have "Rotating" - Fetishes/Fantasies?

Some weeks it's feet, some weeks it's cuckold, some weeks it's
extreme S.M.

The rest of the time i'm not sure what it is..


J / L ~a~

dildo use on males

Date: 29 Jul 2010 11:03:17 -0000
From: SubMariner


In "teaching hubby to take cock?" Jennie wrote:

>"Get hold of a hard, straight dildo (not a gelatin filled one
>and not a curved one) about three quarters of an inch diameter
>and about ten inches long."


I would like to echo Christine's comment that ten inches is too
long. As far as I know the rectal canal takes a sharp right
angled bend into the transverse colon about six inches in.
Forcing anything longer could cause serious damage.

Jennie wrote:

>"If the husband feels pain he must bend further forward, which
>will straighten his anal canal. Do not stop inserting the
>dildo."


Again, echoing others who have replied, I can relate my own
experience which is that when I started with anal insertions
there was a sharp pain as the inner sphincter was stretched.
Immediate withdrawal of the dildo stopped the pain. After maybe
half a minute relaxing, trying again caused no pain. It's as if
the sphincter has learned what it has to do.

Jim's Story - part twenty-five

Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here


part twenty-five - the implacable Carmen


I was trying to orient myself. A few minutes ago I was
experiencing excruciating pain bent over a chair, handcuffed and
immobilized by rope around my waist. I passed out. I recovered
with the lovely Carmen hovering over me and she invited me to
her bed.

I can smell her, but she's not here. I can hear her in the
kitchen making tea. I hadn't passed out because of the horrible
pain she was causing me, rather it was because bent over like
that caused some kind of malfunction. But she feels responsible,
hey, a little sympathy is a welcome change from the icy demeanor
of the last few days.

Or so I think.

Carmen came into the bedroom and said: "Are you recovered now?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "Good, get up and stand in my closet, we aren't
finished yet."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I got out of her nice warm bed and went to
where the loop on the closet bar to which I had been fastened
was, and stood.

Carmen said: "I am really tired of you stupid men. I told you I
was upset and you have arguments that it wasn't your fault. Are
you so dumb that if a person is bleeding you argue with them
that it's not your fault? You would be concerned with giving
first aid. So why is it so hard to understand that if a woman
tells you she has been hurt, and you were involved in causing
that hurt, that it's not the best thing to tell her it's not
your fault. The best thing might be to give first aid to her
hurting - I'm finished with you. I'd like to throw you out."

I thought 'she didn't ask a question. Should I go to her or
continue standing here?'

Carmen said: "Have you ever done something like this to your
wife?"

I said: "I guess I did, a girl who held a leash attached to my
collar and keys to the chain wrapped around my crotch and keys
to my handcuffs told me to go down on her. I did. My wife went
ballistic."

Carmen said: "What did she do?"

I said: "My wife?"

Carmen said: "Yes, what did your wife do about your
philandering?"

I was flabbergasted by Carmen judging my behavior in the
coercive environment I'd just described to her as philandering.
I had done what I did because I was forced to do it.

I said: "My wife together with her mother, made me go on a bread
and water diet, with nearly constant restraints and periodic
beatings. It was an awful time for me."

Carmen said: "What do you think I should do?"

I said: "I'll do anything you decide."

Carmen said: "Okay here's the deal. Starting now for four days:
When we are in this apartment, you are doing chores or standing
where you are; handcuffed; only bread and water for food,
whippings in the morning before we leave, and when we first get
home, you neither touch me unnecessarily nor look at me. There
is no guarantee. I will decide whether to forgive you at the
end, Thursday night, it will depend on how I feel, a concept I
know is alien to you. Now put your collar on and fasten yourself
to the loop."

She then handcuffed me. She went into the living room and turned
on the TV.

Perhaps an hour later, telling time from the TV, she came into
the room, removed my handcuffs and said: "Clean up the kitchen,
vacuum, wash my underwear, and clean the bathroom. Then you can
sleep on the floor of the closet handcuffed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was depressed. It wasn't because of the daunting punishments,
it was the anger Carmen expressed and it was so unjust. Was she
telling me that she has a right to be upset but I don't have a
right to explain my position? I should have just apologized,
perhaps. I thought. I just can't help but wonder what I could
have done different, a few days before she was my lover, now she
will administer a grueling four days of hardship.

I cleaned up the tiny kitchen in minutes, and vacuumed the small
apartment in another few minutes. I found her panties and
brassieres and stockings. The only place to wash them was the
kitchen sink. I noticed there was some blood on her panties. I
scrubbed with her laundry detergent and got it pretty clean. She
had warned me to do something to prevent that. I guess this was
my fault also.

I had to hang the wet clothes on chairs, the shower curtain bar,
and even the edge of the TV.

Carmen had gone to bed. I went to her and said: "Miss Carmen, I
have done the chores, and I would like to say I behaved stupidly
and I'm sorry."

Carmen said: "That's very nice. Maybe I'll let you worship me."

Maybe I don't want to, I thought, then what does it matter what
I want; I really was depressed.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Bring the handcuffs."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed my hands behind my back.

She said: "You will be restrained most of the day so get used to
it. You know what to do, do it."

I crawled under the blanket and sheet and insinuated my face and
tongue into her ass. The light went out, and she quickly fell
asleep. My mood changed to love and affection for Carmen because
I felt she had taken me back. If she takes the trouble to use
me, then I'm hers, I thought.

I woke up and discovered that one handcuff was unlocked and the
key was stuck in it. I unlocked the other hand and got up and
boiled water, dressed quickly, I served up yoghurt, milk and
cereal and cut up fruit; I made the tea, and waited for my
goddess.

She woke up, and I offered her the tea without looking at her. I
felt her take it from me. I tried to gauge her demeanor from the
corners of my eye, and it wasn't really encouraging, I would say
she looked grim.

She let me assist her in the bathroom. I could only look at her
from behind, which wasn't bad but was probably not allowed.

I stood waiting for her to eat breakfast. She said I could have
two slices of bread and I could eat on the floor at her feet.

When she finished, she said: "Clean this up, then I want you
across the chair with your pants off."

I got twelve businesslike whacks of the cane counting and
thanking her. I tried to be stoical and quiet but it hurt and I
made hissing and groaning noises; Carmen kept threatening to add
strokes if I didn't keep quiet.

After the beating Carmen said: "Put two slices of bread in a
baggie. It will be your lunch." I did and we left for work.
Carmen didn't say anything so we drove to work in silence.

She went to her cubicle and I went to my office.

I was very busy; I returned phone calls and e-mails, cleaned the
toilets at 9:30 and got back to Carmen's desk at 10:00

I curtsied, and said: "The toilets have been cleaned Miss
Carmen."

She looked at her watch and said: "You barely made it; a bad
mark is doubled through Thursday."

I curtsied and said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

I had found a program that converted html to the new language I
wanted us to use, and I worked on that.

Jenny, one of the support ladies, came in and said: "Carmen says
you will pick up lunch for us at this Chinese restaurant. Carmen
says you should bring the food to the conference room. It has
all been ordered. She said you should bring the lunch you packed
also. I will go with you to help."

Jenny was coming with me to make sure I wouldn't succumb to the
smells at the restaurant and eat something. And bringing my
lunch meant that everyone will see that I was being punished and
it would be discussed.

I said to myself that the harder Carmen punishes me the more she
will accept me back. Which in my mind was ample compensation for
skipping a high fat Chinese meal loaded with salt and MSG. No
matter how good it smelled. I kept saying all that with
variations. We picked up the order, it was in three large carry
bags and the smell in the car changed all my rationalization. It
made me ravenous.

All my staff and Sally, Peggy's assistant, were in the
conference room. Jenny and I paired everyone with their order. I
ended up at the end of the table, with my two slices of bread in
a baggie. Bottles of water and napkins were spread around.

Carmen said: "Jim will stand and he will get whatever anyone
needs."

There was no chair. I could see Carmen had planned the luncheon.

Jenny said: "Why are you having only bread, are you ill?"

Carmen said: "He's being punished."

Somebody said: "What did he do?"

Carmen said: "He cheated on me."

Somebody said: "The bastard, you shouldn't even let him have the
bread."

Carmen said: "I don't want him to pass out. He has to clean my
apartment and do some ironing, he has to clean the toilets and
if you want him to assist in the stall he will eagerly. So I
have to feed him something."

I wanted to leave. All I could do was blush.

Linda said: "What else does he do?"

Carmen said: "He cooks, he does hair and nails, he gives a good
massage, and I use him in other ways."

From the smiles around the table, I guessed they understood
'other ways'.

Linda said: "How long will this diet last?"

Carmen said: "It will possibly end on Thursday."

I just stood there; no one was asking me anything. I had become
an object.

Carmen said: "He is not allowed to eat anything else, let me
know if you see him snacking. Also he is not allowed to look at
you or to make conversation. Let me know if you catch him
looking at you. Remember he has to do whatever you tell him and
he has to address you as miss and he has to curtsy. He is in my
charge while his wife is away."

I stood there while she was saying all this. I was the manager
of the department and Carmen told all my employees that I have
to do what they tell me to do.

Someone said: "I think he is looking at me now."

Carmen said: "Turn around Jim, face the wall."

I said: "Yes Ma'am;" I just wanted to die from the
embarrassment.

Carmen said: "Keep standing there."

I thought everyone had left.

Sally said: "How did you get into so much trouble with Carmen?"

I assumed Sally and I were alone.

I said: "Carmen was upset and I treated her badly Miss Sally."

Sally said: "Carmen seems to be upset with me too; I wondered if
it had anything to do with using you yesterday."

I said: "You heard Carmen offer me to everybody in the room Miss
Sally?"

Sally said: "But she didn't offer punishing you to them. Maybe
Carmen doesn't think I should have locked you up."

I said: "Perhaps that's why Miss Sally." I didn't like having
this conversation.

Sally said: "I'll tell Carmen you were talking to me."

I stood there for a long time before Carmen said: "It's time for
the 1:30 toilet cleaning, you better hurry."

I said: "Miss Carmen, if some of the ladies ask me to assist
them, it will take me more time, especially if they ask me just
before I finish."

Carmen said: "You have to finish in thirty minutes, if you
don't, I will beat you, you know that. If one of the ladies asks
you for assistance and you don't delight her, I will beat you,
and you know that. So what do you want from me?"

I said: "Thank you, Miss Carmen." I curtsied and left to clean
toilets.

I had two ladies requesting assistance because of Carmen's
encouragement. I washed my hands before and after each lady and
so it took more than 5 minutes for each. I tried to cut corners
cleaning.

I felt very ambivalent about patting these ladies' pussies dry.
Yes it was very sexy, but somehow, not being able to look and
converse made the experience impersonal. A pussy is not sexy, a
lady's pussy is.

I ran up the stairs instead of waiting for an elevator, I made
it to Carmen's cubicle one minute late.

Carmen said: "I warned you last week that you had to make it on
time. You're getting two bad marks. I would have thought you
would try harder not to get demerits when you know they are
going to be doubled."

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

She said: "You can apologize again after the caning."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I curtsied and went to my office.

I felt like a beaten cur. I went to my office and worked on the
conversion program. About 3:00 Sally called and said that Peggy
wanted to see me. I said I would come right away.

I went upstairs and Sally just pointed to the spot on the wall
where I had to stand. I felt so beaten that I felt no rancor, I
just went and stood. After a while Sally took my arm and led me
into Peggy's office. Where I had to curtsy and then stand and
wait.

Peggy said: "Hello Jim, I understand Carmen is having problems
with you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "I talked to your wife Sarah, and we talked about
that, but what is of interest to you, is that next week we are
sending you to an advanced hair styling class in Chicago."

I said: "Yes ma'am; why is the company sending me to learn
hairstyling. I'm a computer guy."

Peggy laughed: "Sarah said you would say what you said. You know
Jim, we don't tolerate questioning our decisions. Tell me you
will be very happy to go so I don't have to tell Sarah you
argued with me."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Peggy; I was just trying to
understand."

Peggy said: "You don't have to understand anything, you only
have to obey."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "Tell Carmen that you earned a demerit for being
tiring."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "You may leave"

I curtsied and left, then I curtsied to Sally.

It had become 4:15 when I went to Carmen's cubicle.

I said: "Miss Peggy wants you to give me a demerit for being
tiring."

Carmen said: "Now you have four demerits. Face the partition
here and don't move. I can't believe how you get into so much
trouble. I can't possibly cane you enough tonight. I'm going to
call Peggy and we will stay home tomorrow so I can deal with you
and maybe you can keep from getting more demerits."

After about fifteen minutes Carmen said: "Go clean the toilets
and I want you to be standing at the wall opposite the door. If
you're not there you get two more demerits."

I worked as quickly as I could, and I thought I had it made when
a woman I had never seen before said: "I would like you to
assist me in the stall, NOW!"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She was attractive enough, a little longish nose, maybe cute,
coal black eyes and hair straight and long, recently trimmed,
eye makeup giving her a haughty look. Very red lipstick. She
wore a black tuck-in blouse and a black mini-skirt. She wore
stockings and high heeled shoes. She was tall, maybe five feet
eight inches.

She passed me in the stall and I knelt on the hard tile. She let
me reach under her skirt and I pulled down her pantyhose and
then the cute black panties. She sat on the seat and peed. I
reached for the toilet paper and she said no. She took my head
and said I should lick her clean. I did, very sexy and not bad.
I said that now I should use the TP or paper towels to remove my
saliva. She said I wasn't finished yet, and I knew what she
wanted. I also knew Carmen was coming through that door any
second.

When my face was buried in this stranger's pussy, my world
shrunk and I forgot about Carmen. I licked and licked, she
pressed upward into me and I grasped her little ass and
leveraged myself in deeper. Her breathing became fast, and then
she relaxed. Her hand on my head told me she was finished.

Suddenly I envisioned Carmen standing on the other side of that
door. My heart sank, I became terrified. I tried to focus on all
the sex in front of me. I patted her dry with TP and pulled her
panties back over her knees and she raised herself a little and
I pulled them up, she was very sexy. Then I did the same with
her pantyhose. I felt so much guilt for the feelings she aroused
in me. I wasn't allowed to talk so I couldn't ask her name and
she didn't tell me.

I stood and she passed me out of the stall. I didn't see Carmen.
I went and stood at the designated place and waited. I estimate
I waited twenty minutes and she didn't come. I peeked at my
watch, it was 5:45. I continued waiting. What began going
through my mind was that Carmen came at the right time,
discerned the action in the stall and left me; to stand here for
hours and sleep in my office. I peeked and it was 6:30, my fears
continued to eat away. I was about to peek again when Carmen
came in.

Carmen said: "I saw you moving. You're supposed to stand still.
You just earned a pair of demerits."

Carmen was over an hour and a half late, but I got two demerits;
but I was so happy she showed up. Maybe she didn't know about
the assignation at 5:00. She knew because she probably set it
up.

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am;" and I curtsied facing the wall, I
know it was stupid, but I felt a little elated she showed up and
afraid because of her attitude.

Finally she said: "You may assist me, remember you may not look
at me and no unnecessary touching."

I turned from the wall and said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen passed me in the stall and I knelt and unfastened her
jeans and pulled them down and then I pulled her panties down.
She sat and I wondered if I could lick her dry. She peed, and I
patted her dry, then I pulled her panties up and her jeans and
fastened them. There was no talking and no touching.

I stood, and she walked past me. I was left to flush the toilet
and followed her. She picked up her briefcase and handed it to
me to carry. I actually followed her because she was walking
fast, I clicked the car door unlocked, opened the rear door and
let her in.

We rode home in silence.

read part twenty-six here

2010-07-29 ( 5 edited messages )

# C: chastity and bondage for husband
# Re: C: Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM)
# Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong x 2
# S: Jim's Story - part twenty-four


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C: chastity and bondage for husband
Date: 19 Jul 2010 05:43:11 -0000
From: Don


In "keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?" Ashley wrote:

>"do you have any suggestions on making my sub hubby stay nude
>at home?"

Handcuffs and leg irons are the favorite of my wife along with a
chastity tube. They go on around 7pm and stay on till morning.
She puts the keys in a timer lockbox so not even she can unlock
them till the appointed time. This has worked for the last 15
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Re: C: Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM)
Date: 9 Jul 2010 01:29:03 -0000
From: MichaelK


Back in February I told you about my adventure with my friend
Tracey when she had me be naked as I gave her a foot massage.

I've finally written up the story of what happened a few weeks
later when Tracey next visited me.

The second time worked even better than the first because we
both felt more relaxed about what we were doing. Tracey felt
more in control and I got much more aroused than the first time.
And this time Tracey decided to take things a bit further by
playing with me with her feet. This was something that I had
never experienced before.

Her keeping me aroused for about an hour as I massaged her feet
created a very powerful dynamic. As this was relaxation and fun,
and there was no humiliation, what we were doing was like a
Tantric ceremony.

You can read the full story, including some comments from
Tracey, in the article:-

"The second Reveal and some sensual foot play"

Has anyone else experienced Tantric CFNM?

Michael

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Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: 7 Jul 2010 15:50:58 -0000
From: Mistress Shayna


Thank you for sharing. I'm always a little blown away by what some of
my fellow "professionals" consider to be safe and sane scening.

Sadly, using laughing gas isn't seen as so very dangerous on an
individual basis, so it's easy for people to think nothing of
it, but anyone administering a session... especially someone
taking money for the service, has an elevated responsibility for
the safety of the submissive, even if they themselves are
willing to take risks they perceive to be minor.


Mistress Shayna

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Re: C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: 16 Jul 2010 11:34:43 -0000
From: Vanessa Chaland


How very sad. For everyone involved. I would question whether
the ladies are even at fault. Surely, based on his photo, this
guy was not in the best of physical condition and it's not like
he is going to get a doctors note approving him for a session. I
feel for his wife on multiple levels and hope the two ladies get
a fair hearing.


fetishfurniturefactory


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


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-four - Carmen the tigress


At eleven-thirty I arrived at Sally's workstation, outside of
Peggy's office. I said: "Hello Miss Sally, I'm here to visit
Miss Peggy."

Sally said: "Miss Peggy isn't ready yet; you're to wait standing
facing the wall under that clock." She was pointing to the wall
across from her desk.

She said: "When I check the time I will see you." Meaning that
she was going to watch me.

Sally said: "There is no moving or talking."

I couldn't understand why all these women had become so mean. I
was hoping I wouldn't have to stand here while Peggy went to
lunch. I have so much work and my time gets wasted.

Finally Sally said: "You may go in now Jim."

I remembered to curtsy to Sally and then to Peggy. I had to keep
standing while talking to Peggy.

She said: "You have done a good job with the toilets. It's been
looking very nice."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

She said: "Carmen told us that she has you down there for less
than a half an hour three times a day and it was a struggle on
her part to make you take less time."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So what have you come to tell me?"

I said: "Linda and Janet are going to the web design class in
San Diego." I explained why that was going to lead to using a
much more powerful web design tool and the benefits accruing
from that.

I said: "That will accomplish the last objective. We have
accomplished the others."

Peggy said: "That's why I encouraged Carmen to find you other
tasks like taking care of the toilets. Your work in IT will end
soon."

I wasn't looking for more tasks, I wanted to go back to live
with Kathleen and Sarah, and get away from this madhouse.

I said "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "That was good news, thank you Jim."

I curtsied and left.

I resolved to talk to Kathleen and Sarah.

When I returned to my office, Carmen was sitting in my chair. I
curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss Carmen."

She said: "I told you, you were driving us to lunch, you've kept
us waiting."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, but I had a meeting with Miss
Peggy."

Carmen said: "You're going to get punished for making us wait."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Let's go now."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

There were eight women including Carmen. Carmen said: "Five in
the back and four in the front. Jim, get the door."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I held the door and helped squeeze everyone
into the back, then the passenger door in front and Carmen,
Sally and Janet jumped in. I went to the driver's side and there
was Sally half way onto my seat. I snuggled up to her and
managed to close my door.

Carmen gave directions. In the parking lot she had a specific
place where she wanted me to park. It wasn't shady and it wasn't
even the closest spot. I jumped out and opened the front door,
and they waited for me to open the back door.

Carmen said: "Lock the car and give me the keys."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" I locked the car and gave her the keys.

Carmen said: "You will stay here with the car. You can lean
against it or touch it but I want you in contact with this car
while we have lunch. You are being punished."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Half the ladies witnessed this but I wasn't
as embarrassed as before, I was more concerned with the sun.

About fifteen minutes later, Jenny, one of the help desk agents
came out with a Styrofoam box and a plastic fork and napkin.
Jenny said: "Everyone gave you a forkful of what they ordered.
It's a lot and it got a little mashed together. Carmen says you
have to eat it all."

I said: "Thank you Miss Jenny and please thank everyone."

Jenny said: "Everyone was watching and you didn't curtsy when I
brought you the food."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Jenny."

She said: "I think you will be because Carmen is displeased with
you."

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

She left and I curtsied.

The food was a little disgusting, some parts were delicious, but
there were unknown substances here and there and mysterious
sauces; stuff that looked like pasta but was meat; but I ate it
all.

About twenty minutes later they all returned. Carmen gave me the
keys and I opened all the doors to let the heat out. Everyone
squeezed in, and I closed the doors, and I managed to squeeze
into the drivers seat and we drove back to the office.

Carmen said: "It's one-fifteen now so you can clean the toilets,
you must be done by one forty-five. Wait there for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

The toilets were reasonable, but the counters and mirrors could
use wiping and polishing. All the women using the place slowed
my progress, but I got done and while waiting for Carmen I
polished the chrome paper towel dispenser, the soap dispensers
and the faucets.

Carmen came in and said: "You're not done."

I said: "I was done Miss Carmen, but while waiting I decided to
polish the chrome."

Carmen said: "Then you weren't finished. When I tell you to
wait, you wait by standing at attention facing the wall or a
corner. This after you were late for our lunch. You have no
sense of time."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "You will be sorry when we get home. Now you can
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And followed her into a stall.

I knelt on the tile floor and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
her panties down. She had ordered me not to look at her so I
kept my eyes on her pussy. Okay with me.

She said: "Do you know when my period starts?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You buy feminine products and take no interest in
what they are for?"

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "Mine starts sometime this week, you should know that,
and you should know what to do."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I should, I will note it and learn more."

She said: "Finish me up."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen keeps amazing me. I patted her and
pulled up her panties and her jeans and buttoned them. I never
looked at her.

She said: "You may go to your office."

I curtsied and got out of there fast.

The phone was ringing. It was Sally. She said that Peggy wanted
me right away. I told her I was on my way.

I curtsied.

She told me to stand facing the wall as yesterday. She said:
"You may not talk or move; I will be watching you."

After a few minutes she said I could go in.

I curtsied and said: "You asked to see me Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "I heard you had a humiliating lunch hour because we
made you late."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Would you like to talk about it?"

I said: "I have a lot on my mind Miss Peggy."

She said: "Why don't you take off all your clothes, Sally will
come in and handcuff you and you can sit on the floor and talk
to me frankly."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy." How about she gets naked on the
floor I thought. But I took off my clothes and Sally walked in
and handcuffed my hands behind me. She led me to a corner behind
Peggy's desk and helped me sit on the floor.

Peggy said: "Go ahead and talk frankly to me like an employee to
his boss."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, first, I appreciate the
opportunity to work on the IT department, the change has been
amazing. I learned that I could do more with little or no
authority than I would have imagined possible in a normal
hierarchy."

"The most amazing thing was the us versus them mentality turned
180 degrees because we had a talk about it, second, I installed
software so that when someone in the company reports a problem
to the group, everyone in the group has access to all the
information. The ladies love using it. The third initiative is
evolving and we discussed it earlier. A fourth initiative to
make all the IT jobs interchangeable is moving along. At this
point I had thought I would be saying 'so long'."

"What has been happening all along is that the ladies, Carmen in
particular has found additional time consuming tasks for me.
While they may be humiliating tasks, I look on them as
opportunities to serve. So I am not complaining in any way. That
of course is different than humiliating punishments like the one
today at lunch that serve nobody. Again I'm not complaining."

"My only point is that I have two mistresses to serve and I was
not looking for additional ones. It is of course not my decision
to seek or reject additional mistresses to serve. What is
Sarah's position about your plans to place me at the service of
additional mistresses, Miss Peggy?"

Peggy said: "I don't think you are allowed to ask what your
mistress is planning. You only have to know that she and I are
in accord. I'm very impressed that you have a positive attitude
about your circumstances. And I want you to know that I am very
pleased with the work you did for our IT department and the
ladies are to a person delighted. I will even tell you that
Carmen wants you to stay head of the department. But this is my
company and she understands that. Have I told you enough?"

I said: "Yes Miss Peggy"

Peggy said: "Sally has been dying to take control of you. So she
will take you out. Thank you for coming in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Sally came in and helped me stand up. We walked out of Peggy's
office.

I curtsied.

Sally said: "Stand under the clock and no moving or talking and
I'll be watching."

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

I wondered what would come next, having me stand against the
wall is no biggie.

I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. Sally grabbed me by my
corseted cock and led me to a room that was decorated in the
style of a library, lots of books, long table, it was probably
one of the executive conference rooms.

Sally sat in a big leather easy chair. She pulled my cock
downwards in front of her spread legs. I knelt and got a lovely
view and an inkling of what was coming next.

Sally said, "Take off my pantyhose and pull my panties down."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Someday I will say 'gladly ma'am', or 'my
pleasure ma'am'.

I know that this is not the moment but Sally is a big girl about
five foot eight or even taller, she's has an athletic build, not
overly skinny, her hair is light brown, not quite blond, her
eyes are nice but her eyeliner is too high, excellent boobs,
pussy is trimmed, not shaved. Definitely desirable; meaning I
definitely appreciate the honor.

She said: "If you don't please me, I'm going to thrash you."

I took the initiative and started kissing her thighs, working
toward her pussy. I like doing that until they become impatient
and take my head and place it where they want. It didn't take
long.

My knees were beginning to hurt, and she had climaxed only once.
I didn't want to move or do anything to change the rhythm
because she seemed imminent. It must have been another five or
ten minutes before she spasmed again, and she seemed exhausted.
But she didn't indicate any way for me to stop.

I continued on, by this time my hands were on her butt,
supporting me and leveraging myself into her. She smelled
different. I didn't exactly like it, but I didn't complain. We
were both getting wet and sticky. But I would happily do this
forever. Then the third and most violent explosion, and she
pushed my head away.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She said: "You're not allowed to look at me."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know."

She said; "I'm going to tell Carmen."

I said: "Yes ma'am; would you like me to wipe up the mess I
made?"

She led me to a private bathroom. I carried her shoes, pantyhose
and panties. I moistened paper towels with warm water, and wiped
it all away. I put her panties and hose and shoes back on her.

She was holding my head for support then grasped it in both
hands; she said: "I hope I don't get you into too much trouble
with Carmen."

I have no idea why I said this: "Why don't you punish me
yourself, Miss Sally?"

She said: "You may regret that suggestion;" She pulled my hands
behind me and handcuffed me. She pushed me into a corner of the
conference room and told me not to move.

Unbelievable that a woman one minute can caress me and the next
treat me like a derelict. I was surprised at the strength she
showed pushing me into the corner; I had to ease myself back a
bit because of the pressure.

I wondered if this was the punishment or if she was working
something up. I started meditating, when she came for me.

She said: "When they built this place, we found this closet
where we have been storing printer paper and party decorations.
I cleaned it out for you. I think ninety minutes in Sally's
cupboard will change your attitude about looking disrespectfully
at ladies."

She then opened this half sized door and helped me squeeze into
this space. My knees were at the same height as my head. This
was impossible, but then she squeezed into my mouth some sort of
gag and closed the door.

I could probably lose the gag but then I couldn't get it back
with my hands cuffed. I began feeling the discomfort starting
with the concrete floor, then the pain of being so scrunched up.
I tried to meditate. The total darkness helped me go to sleep.

I started awake when the door opened. Sally mistook the impact
of the bright light for rousing from a sleep so I didn't get
into more trouble.

She was sat in an office rolling chair, and when she opened the
door, the first sight was her crotch. I tried to look away, but
I couldn't look directly at her, maybe looking at her panties
was okay?

Sally said: "Remember Sally's cupboard is always available for
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Carmen called for you and I told her you were in the
cupboard but would be down in a half hour. So hurry up." She
unlocked my hands, which had lost feeling.

I curtsied; And I saw a wry smile on her face out of the corner
of my eyes; I didn't look at her.

I went to Carmen's cubicle and curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss
Carmen, Miss Sally said you wanted me."

Carmen said: "Why did she restrain you?"

I said: "Because I looked at her."

Carmen said: "Why didn't she just report you to me?"

I said: "I suggested to her to punish me herself."

She said: "You thought you would get off easier at her hands
than mine?"

I said: "No Miss Carmen, not at all."

She said: "Then why?"

I said: "I don't know."

Carmen said: "Maybe a little caning will help you know."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Clean the toilets and we'll go home. It's four-
fifteen; I want you facing the wall away from the door by four
forty-five. Move it."

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

I found the place in pretty good shape. I counted the feminine
supplies; and I cleaned the mirrors. I even had time to polish
the chrome.

At four forty-three I stood facing the wall. This was designed
for maximum humiliation. I didn't know who would come through
that door. And knowing Carmen, she wouldn't come through the
door until after five; And plenty of people came in, used the
facility and went out. I wondered what they were thinking.

Finally I heard Carmen: "I need to use the toilet, and you may
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied; I pretended there was no one
to witness this exchange. I followed her into the stall, and
knelt down. I looked at her shoes to know where she was.

She said: "Unbutton me, this is not your first time."

I said: "Yes ma'am," unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her
panties. She sat. I find this very sexy and humiliating at the
same time. What is Carmen thinking? I keep wondering if they are
doing this for me, or am I really being used by them. Who is
them?

With a start I realize Carmen had stopped peeing. I grabbed
paper and tried to focus. Could one express affection with
tenderness?

She stood and I pulled up her panties and jeans. I stood so she
could pass, and I flushed and followed her out.

I had her keys from lunch time, and I opened the rear door for
her and she got in. I walked around the car and got in the
drivers seat. I was actually afraid of going to Carmen's
apartment with her. She said nothing during the drive.

She closed the door, turned the dead bolt and put on the chain.
I felt like we were locked in. She said: "Strip completely."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed me and said: "Lie across this chair."

I did.

She said, "You have these demerits that I need to punish you
for, but right now I want to know how you ended it up in Sally's
cupboard. Start counting."

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, one;" I said.

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" I yelped; it hurt so much..

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I said trying to be stoic..

Crack!

Finally... "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" I said; I was sniffing
and tears filled my eyes.

Then nothing, a few minutes later she tied a rope around my
waist and the chair seat.

She said: "I wanted to remind you what the cane feels like.
You're going to stay here and get caned until you explain to me
how you got yourself into Sally's cupboard."

She went into the kitchen and boiled water and made herself tea.
She sipped it and pulled out a chair and sat in it facing me.
Actually, I was bent over the chair so she was facing the back
of my head.

She said: "Would you like to talk or shall we resume the
caning?"

I said: "I will try to explain, Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "Go ahead, explain it all."

I started with the earlier visit that caused me to be late for
lunch, then Peggy saying she was sorry, then saying that Sally
wanted to control me, then the sex and my feeling of affinity or
something. At least Carmen wasn't caning me.

She sipped her tea and didn't say anything. She went into the
kitchen and found something to eat. I began having a feeling of
deja-vu of when Kathleen and Sarah confronted the use I was put
to by Lucy. I began getting frightened again. What if Carmen had
feelings about me that were violated when I serviced Sally.
Being tied down and handcuffed is not good when a tigress like
Carmen is considering my fate.

Carmen said: "You've become a real whore. I thought you had
feelings for me, but you betray me at the first opportunity."

I said: "Miss Carmen, please don't think I'm trying to avoid the
punishment you will give me. I have very deep feelings for you;
you mean so much to me. I am not free to either betray or be
loyal, I'm only obedient to my wife who has handed me over to
her mother, then to Miss Peggy, who handed me over to you, and
then Miss Peggy handed me to Miss Sally."

Carmen said: "I dislike you arguing with me. I can see why your
wife sent along a gag. But you are right; you will get a beating
tonight that you will remember for a long time. You will learn
not to trifle with women's feelings."

There was nothing I could say. She was feeling frustrated; logic
just made her angry and here I was conveniently trussed up.

I'm telling myself not to worry; I've had beatings before,
probably even worse than anything Carmen would do. Besides,
there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

She was foraging in the kitchen; of course I was hungry too, and
thirsty, and I could have used a trip to the toilet. I didn't
ask for anything because I was afraid of her.

She gagged me. She said: "I don't want you screaming your head
off on a Monday night."

I heard her boil water, she made herself more tea. She said:
"You have no idea how you hurt me. But I will hurt you back."

She hit me hard and faster than normal, I guess not having to
thank and count allowed her to go faster. By habit, I remember
counting to twenty-three, it really really hurt. I strained at
the handcuffs and tried to tilt the chair but she caught it.

She said: "Don't tip the chair, you're going to make me angrier
and I don't recommend that."

I think after the twenty-third stroke I passed out. Not so much
because of the pain, which was unbelievable, but I wasn't
getting enough air, or the hunger or the thirst, or all of the
above.

I came to on the carpet, no handcuffs; Carmen bent over me her
hands on my face. I looked up at her and remembered to look
away.

She said: "I beat you so much you passed out."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "I was so scared; I thought I had killed you." And she
kissed me.

She said: "Get up and get into my bed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."


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July 19, 2010

chastity and bondage for husband

Date: 19 Jul 2010 05:43:11 -0000
From: Don

In "keeping sub hubby nude - chastity a start?" Ashley wrote:

>"do you have any suggestions on making my sub hubby stay nude
>at home?"

Handcuffs and leg irons are the favorite of my wife along with a
chastity tube. They go on around 7pm and stay on till morning.
She puts the keys in a timer lockbox so not even she can unlock
them till the appointed time. This has worked for the last 15
years.


July 4, 2010

Jim's Story - part twenty-four


Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here


part twenty-four - Carmen the tigress


At eleven-thirty I arrived at Sally's workstation, outside of
Peggy's office. I said: "Hello Miss Sally, I'm here to visit
Miss Peggy."

Sally said: "Miss Peggy isn't ready yet; you're to wait standing
facing the wall under that clock." She was pointing to the wall
across from her desk.

She said: "When I check the time I will see you." Meaning that
she was going to watch me.

Sally said: "There is no moving or talking."

I couldn't understand why all these women had become so mean. I
was hoping I wouldn't have to stand here while Peggy went to
lunch. I have so much work and my time gets wasted.

Finally Sally said: "You may go in now Jim."

I remembered to curtsy to Sally and then to Peggy. I had to keep
standing while talking to Peggy.

She said: "You have done a good job with the toilets. It's been
looking very nice."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

She said: "Carmen told us that she has you down there for less
than a half an hour three times a day and it was a struggle on
her part to make you take less time."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So what have you come to tell me?"

I said: "Linda and Janet are going to the web design class in
San Diego." I explained why that was going to lead to using a
much more powerful web design tool and the benefits accruing
from that.

I said: "That will accomplish the last objective. We have
accomplished the others."

Peggy said: "That's why I encouraged Carmen to find you other
tasks like taking care of the toilets. Your work in IT will end
soon."

I wasn't looking for more tasks, I wanted to go back to live
with Kathleen and Sarah, and get away from this madhouse.

I said "Yes ma'am."

Peggy said: "That was good news, thank you Jim."

I curtsied and left.

I resolved to talk to Kathleen and Sarah.

When I returned to my office, Carmen was sitting in my chair. I
curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss Carmen."

She said: "I told you, you were driving us to lunch, you've kept
us waiting."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, but I had a meeting with Miss
Peggy."

Carmen said: "You're going to get punished for making us wait."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Let's go now."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

There were eight women including Carmen. Carmen said: "Five in
the back and four in the front. Jim, get the door."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I held the door and helped squeeze everyone
into the back, then the passenger door in front and Carmen,
Sally and Janet jumped in. I went to the driver's side and there
was Sally half way onto my seat. I snuggled up to her and
managed to close my door.

Carmen gave directions. In the parking lot she had a specific
place where she wanted me to park. It wasn't shady and it wasn't
even the closest spot. I jumped out and opened the front door,
and they waited for me to open the back door.

Carmen said: "Lock the car and give me the keys."

I said: "Yes ma'am:" I locked the car and gave her the keys.

Carmen said: "You will stay here with the car. You can lean
against it or touch it but I want you in contact with this car
while we have lunch. You are being punished."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" Half the ladies witnessed this but I wasn't
as embarrassed as before, I was more concerned with the sun.

About fifteen minutes later, Jenny, one of the help desk agents
came out with a Styrofoam box and a plastic fork and napkin.
Jenny said: "Everyone gave you a forkful of what they ordered.
It's a lot and it got a little mashed together. Carmen says you
have to eat it all."

I said: "Thank you Miss Jenny and please thank everyone."

Jenny said: "Everyone was watching and you didn't curtsy when I
brought you the food."

I said: "I'm very sorry Miss Jenny."

She said: "I think you will be because Carmen is displeased with
you."

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

She left and I curtsied.

The food was a little disgusting, some parts were delicious, but
there were unknown substances here and there and mysterious
sauces; stuff that looked like pasta but was meat; but I ate it
all.

About twenty minutes later they all returned. Carmen gave me the
keys and I opened all the doors to let the heat out. Everyone
squeezed in, and I closed the doors, and I managed to squeeze
into the drivers seat and we drove back to the office.

Carmen said: "It's one-fifteen now so you can clean the toilets,
you must be done by one forty-five. Wait there for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

The toilets were reasonable, but the counters and mirrors could
use wiping and polishing. All the women using the place slowed
my progress, but I got done and while waiting for Carmen I
polished the chrome paper towel dispenser, the soap dispensers
and the faucets.

Carmen came in and said: "You're not done."

I said: "I was done Miss Carmen, but while waiting I decided to
polish the chrome."

Carmen said: "Then you weren't finished. When I tell you to
wait, you wait by standing at attention facing the wall or a
corner. This after you were late for our lunch. You have no
sense of time."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "You will be sorry when we get home. Now you can
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And followed her into a stall.

I knelt on the tile floor and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
her panties down. She had ordered me not to look at her so I
kept my eyes on her pussy. Okay with me.

She said: "Do you know when my period starts?"

I said: "No ma'am."

She said: "You buy feminine products and take no interest in
what they are for?"

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am."

She said: "Mine starts sometime this week, you should know that,
and you should know what to do."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I should, I will note it and learn more."

She said: "Finish me up."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen keeps amazing me. I patted her and
pulled up her panties and her jeans and buttoned them. I never
looked at her.

She said: "You may go to your office."

I curtsied and got out of there fast.

The phone was ringing. It was Sally. She said that Peggy wanted
me right away. I told her I was on my way.

I curtsied.

She told me to stand facing the wall as yesterday. She said:
"You may not talk or move; I will be watching you."

After a few minutes she said I could go in.

I curtsied and said: "You asked to see me Miss Peggy."

Peggy said: "I heard you had a humiliating lunch hour because we
made you late."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Would you like to talk about it?"

I said: "I have a lot on my mind Miss Peggy."

She said: "Why don't you take off all your clothes, Sally will
come in and handcuff you and you can sit on the floor and talk
to me frankly."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy." How about she gets naked on the
floor I thought. But I took off my clothes and Sally walked in
and handcuffed my hands behind me. She led me to a corner behind
Peggy's desk and helped me sit on the floor.

Peggy said: "Go ahead and talk frankly to me like an employee to
his boss."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, first, I appreciate the
opportunity to work on the IT department, the change has been
amazing. I learned that I could do more with little or no
authority than I would have imagined possible in a normal
hierarchy."

"The most amazing thing was the us versus them mentality turned
180 degrees because we had a talk about it, second, I installed
software so that when someone in the company reports a problem
to the group, everyone in the group has access to all the
information. The ladies love using it. The third initiative is
evolving and we discussed it earlier. A fourth initiative to
make all the IT jobs interchangeable is moving along. At this
point I had thought I would be saying 'so long'."

"What has been happening all along is that the ladies, Carmen in
particular has found additional time consuming tasks for me.
While they may be humiliating tasks, I look on them as
opportunities to serve. So I am not complaining in any way. That
of course is different than humiliating punishments like the one
today at lunch that serve nobody. Again I'm not complaining."

"My only point is that I have two mistresses to serve and I was
not looking for additional ones. It is of course not my decision
to seek or reject additional mistresses to serve. What is
Sarah's position about your plans to place me at the service of
additional mistresses, Miss Peggy?"

Peggy said: "I don't think you are allowed to ask what your
mistress is planning. You only have to know that she and I are
in accord. I'm very impressed that you have a positive attitude
about your circumstances. And I want you to know that I am very
pleased with the work you did for our IT department and the
ladies are to a person delighted. I will even tell you that
Carmen wants you to stay head of the department. But this is my
company and she understands that. Have I told you enough?"

I said: "Yes Miss Peggy"

Peggy said: "Sally has been dying to take control of you. So she
will take you out. Thank you for coming in."

I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy."

Sally came in and helped me stand up. We walked out of Peggy's
office.

I curtsied.

Sally said: "Stand under the clock and no moving or talking and
I'll be watching."

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

I wondered what would come next, having me stand against the
wall is no biggie.

I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. Sally grabbed me by my
corseted cock and led me to a room that was decorated in the
style of a library, lots of books, long table, it was probably
one of the executive conference rooms.

Sally sat in a big leather easy chair. She pulled my cock
downwards in front of her spread legs. I knelt and got a lovely
view and an inkling of what was coming next.

Sally said, "Take off my pantyhose and pull my panties down."

I said: "Yes ma'am." Someday I will say 'gladly ma'am', or 'my
pleasure ma'am'.

I know that this is not the moment but Sally is a big girl about
five foot eight or even taller, she's has an athletic build, not
overly skinny, her hair is light brown, not quite blond, her
eyes are nice but her eyeliner is too high, excellent boobs,
pussy is trimmed, not shaved. Definitely desirable; meaning I
definitely appreciate the honor.

She said: "If you don't please me, I'm going to thrash you."

I took the initiative and started kissing her thighs, working
toward her pussy. I like doing that until they become impatient
and take my head and place it where they want. It didn't take
long.

My knees were beginning to hurt, and she had climaxed only once.
I didn't want to move or do anything to change the rhythm
because she seemed imminent. It must have been another five or
ten minutes before she spasmed again, and she seemed exhausted.
But she didn't indicate any way for me to stop.

I continued on, by this time my hands were on her butt,
supporting me and leveraging myself into her. She smelled
different. I didn't exactly like it, but I didn't complain. We
were both getting wet and sticky. But I would happily do this
forever. Then the third and most violent explosion, and she
pushed my head away.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She said: "You're not allowed to look at me."

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know."

She said; "I'm going to tell Carmen."

I said: "Yes ma'am; would you like me to wipe up the mess I
made?"

She led me to a private bathroom. I carried her shoes, pantyhose
and panties. I moistened paper towels with warm water, and wiped
it all away. I put her panties and hose and shoes back on her.

She was holding my head for support then grasped it in both
hands; she said: "I hope I don't get you into too much trouble
with Carmen."

I have no idea why I said this: "Why don't you punish me
yourself, Miss Sally?"

She said: "You may regret that suggestion;" She pulled my hands
behind me and handcuffed me. She pushed me into a corner of the
conference room and told me not to move.

Unbelievable that a woman one minute can caress me and the next
treat me like a derelict. I was surprised at the strength she
showed pushing me into the corner; I had to ease myself back a
bit because of the pressure.

I wondered if this was the punishment or if she was working
something up. I started meditating, when she came for me.

She said: "When they built this place, we found this closet
where we have been storing printer paper and party decorations.
I cleaned it out for you. I think ninety minutes in Sally's
cupboard will change your attitude about looking disrespectfully
at ladies."

She then opened this half sized door and helped me squeeze into
this space. My knees were at the same height as my head. This
was impossible, but then she squeezed into my mouth some sort of
gag and closed the door.

I could probably lose the gag but then I couldn't get it back
with my hands cuffed. I began feeling the discomfort starting
with the concrete floor, then the pain of being so scrunched up.
I tried to meditate. The total darkness helped me go to sleep.

I started awake when the door opened. Sally mistook the impact
of the bright light for rousing from a sleep so I didn't get
into more trouble.

She was sat in an office rolling chair, and when she opened the
door, the first sight was her crotch. I tried to look away, but
I couldn't look directly at her, maybe looking at her panties
was okay?

Sally said: "Remember Sally's cupboard is always available for
you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Carmen called for you and I told her you were in the
cupboard but would be down in a half hour. So hurry up." She
unlocked my hands, which had lost feeling.

I curtsied; And I saw a wry smile on her face out of the corner
of my eyes; I didn't look at her.

I went to Carmen's cubicle and curtsied. I said: "Hello Miss
Carmen, Miss Sally said you wanted me."

Carmen said: "Why did she restrain you?"

I said: "Because I looked at her."

Carmen said: "Why didn't she just report you to me?"

I said: "I suggested to her to punish me herself."

She said: "You thought you would get off easier at her hands
than mine?"

I said: "No Miss Carmen, not at all."

She said: "Then why?"

I said: "I don't know."

Carmen said: "Maybe a little caning will help you know."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Carmen said: "Clean the toilets and we'll go home. It's four-
fifteen; I want you facing the wall away from the door by four
forty-five. Move it."

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

I found the place in pretty good shape. I counted the feminine
supplies; and I cleaned the mirrors. I even had time to polish
the chrome.

At four forty-three I stood facing the wall. This was designed
for maximum humiliation. I didn't know who would come through
that door. And knowing Carmen, she wouldn't come through the
door until after five; And plenty of people came in, used the
facility and went out. I wondered what they were thinking.

Finally I heard Carmen: "I need to use the toilet, and you may
assist me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied; I pretended there was no one
to witness this exchange. I followed her into the stall, and
knelt down. I looked at her shoes to know where she was.

She said: "Unbutton me, this is not your first time."

I said: "Yes ma'am," unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her
panties. She sat. I find this very sexy and humiliating at the
same time. What is Carmen thinking? I keep wondering if they are
doing this for me, or am I really being used by them. Who is
them?

With a start I realize Carmen had stopped peeing. I grabbed
paper and tried to focus. Could one express affection with
tenderness?

She stood and I pulled up her panties and jeans. I stood so she
could pass, and I flushed and followed her out.

I had her keys from lunch time, and I opened the rear door for
her and she got in. I walked around the car and got in the
drivers seat. I was actually afraid of going to Carmen's
apartment with her. She said nothing during the drive.

She closed the door, turned the dead bolt and put on the chain.
I felt like we were locked in. She said: "Strip completely."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She handcuffed me and said: "Lie across this chair."

I did.

She said, "You have these demerits that I need to punish you
for, but right now I want to know how you ended it up in Sally's
cupboard. Start counting."

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, one;" I said.

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" I yelped; it hurt so much..

Crack!

"Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" I said trying to be stoic..

Crack!

Finally... "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" I said; I was sniffing
and tears filled my eyes.

Then nothing, a few minutes later she tied a rope around my
waist and the chair seat.

She said: "I wanted to remind you what the cane feels like.
You're going to stay here and get caned until you explain to me
how you got yourself into Sally's cupboard."

She went into the kitchen and boiled water and made herself tea.
She sipped it and pulled out a chair and sat in it facing me.
Actually, I was bent over the chair so she was facing the back
of my head.

She said: "Would you like to talk or shall we resume the
caning?"

I said: "I will try to explain, Miss Carmen."

Carmen said: "Go ahead, explain it all."

I started with the earlier visit that caused me to be late for
lunch, then Peggy saying she was sorry, then saying that Sally
wanted to control me, then the sex and my feeling of affinity or
something. At least Carmen wasn't caning me.

She sipped her tea and didn't say anything. She went into the
kitchen and found something to eat. I began having a feeling of
deja-vu of when Kathleen and Sarah confronted the use I was put
to by Lucy. I began getting frightened again. What if Carmen had
feelings about me that were violated when I serviced Sally.
Being tied down and handcuffed is not good when a tigress like
Carmen is considering my fate.

Carmen said: "You've become a real whore. I thought you had
feelings for me, but you betray me at the first opportunity."

I said: "Miss Carmen, please don't think I'm trying to avoid the
punishment you will give me. I have very deep feelings for you;
you mean so much to me. I am not free to either betray or be
loyal, I'm only obedient to my wife who has handed me over to
her mother, then to Miss Peggy, who handed me over to you, and
then Miss Peggy handed me to Miss Sally."

Carmen said: "I dislike you arguing with me. I can see why your
wife sent along a gag. But you are right; you will get a beating
tonight that you will remember for a long time. You will learn
not to trifle with women's feelings."

There was nothing I could say. She was feeling frustrated; logic
just made her angry and here I was conveniently trussed up.

I'm telling myself not to worry; I've had beatings before,
probably even worse than anything Carmen would do. Besides,
there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

She was foraging in the kitchen; of course I was hungry too, and
thirsty, and I could have used a trip to the toilet. I didn't
ask for anything because I was afraid of her.

She gagged me. She said: "I don't want you screaming your head
off on a Monday night."

I heard her boil water, she made herself more tea. She said:
"You have no idea how you hurt me. But I will hurt you back."

She hit me hard and faster than normal, I guess not having to
thank and count allowed her to go faster. By habit, I remember
counting to twenty-three, it really really hurt. I strained at
the handcuffs and tried to tilt the chair but she caught it.

She said: "Don't tip the chair, you're going to make me angrier
and I don't recommend that."

I think after the twenty-third stroke I passed out. Not so much
because of the pain, which was unbelievable, but I wasn't
getting enough air, or the hunger or the thirst, or all of the
above.

I came to on the carpet, no handcuffs; Carmen bent over me her
hands on my face. I looked up at her and remembered to look
away.

She said: "I beat you so much you passed out."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen."

She said: "I was so scared; I thought I had killed you." And she
kissed me.

She said: "Get up and get into my bed."

I said: "Yes ma'am."


read part twenty-five here

2010-07-04 ( 14 edited messages )

# Re: C: female to male penetration
# C: Hooded submissives and female hypnotists
# C: Latest on Zappers
# Re: C: Latest on Zappers
# C: When Femdom goes wrong
# Re: U: International FemDom Day July 24
# U: Teramis "That Kinky Stuff" BDSM ESSAYS
# U: Your Freedom (and censorship)
# U: TES Fest 2010 - July 2nd to 5th
# U: Educational Seminars in NYC/NJ, DC, and Philly July 3-11
# S: Jim's Story - part twenty-three


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Re: C: female to male penetration
Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2010 12:01:17 -0400
From: Danielle


fosterpinkef wrote:

>would like to discuss female on top sex, female to male
>penetration, and other female dominant sex on your site.


One of my favorite ways to exercise my power over my male sub in
regards to female to male penetration is orally.

I had him search until he found a near exact replica dildo of
the favorite cock I ever had. It was an eight and a half inch
beautiful thick black cock as compared to my slaves hairless,
four inch erect little penis.

The dildo he bought for me has a suction cup at the base which
comes in very handy. For instance, I am writing this on Sunday
and my slave is naked preparing a lovely supper while I am
sitting on the couch with my lap top in hand and my feet up.
Attached to the fridge is the ominous dildo.

Every 30 minutes the kitchen timer goes off and my slave is
required to suck the dildo for 10 minutes before resuming his
kitchen duties. I of course mock him throughout the process
reminding him of the fact that if he had a cock like my former
lover instead of his pre-pubescent penis, I would be having sex
with him and he wouldn't have to suffer so....


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C: Hooded submissives and female hypnotists
From: "Darryl Ducharme"
Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2010 18:52:40 -0600


Hi Ms Christine and David,

i just loved that hooded documentary too. i was just reading
about this and poof it hit the list in totally different way.
love it.

Nothing new to say, always redundant, but here is a clip
on hypno stuff i thought was cool.

all my love
nuked_potatoes

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C: Latest on Zappers
From: exedrummer
Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2010 20:16:04 -0400 (EDT)


In "Domesticity - Real Fem Dom in daily life" - David wrote:

>What man would refuse to wear his zapper, with such a promise
>as an incentive?

I haven't checked lately for updates on Zappers. Where is a site
that provides reasonably priced Zappers for short range
enjoyment? Nothing fancy, just does the job of shocking at
various levels. Thanks.


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Re: C: Latest on Zappers
From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 02:55:53 +0100


Hello,

exedrummer wrote:

>Where is a site that provides reasonably priced Zappers for
>short range enjoyment?

You didn't say where you are located, but you can buy "Dog Shock
Collars
" in most pet stores. You'll want to buy one for tiny
dogs as we did. Our own "zapper" was an Innotek FS700A
Micro-line. But there are much cheaper ones available nowadays.

This selection from Amazon for example starts at around US$24.

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

Non members can start in the Electrical Play section in the
right hand menu of the DOMestic blog.

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.

Let us know what model you buy and give us some feedback so we
can recommend to others.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com


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Re: C: Latest on Zappers
From: exedrummer
Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 17:05:08 -0400 (EDT)


Thanks. I read the reviews and many didn't like most of the
products you suggested. I appreciate you helping anyway and it
has lead me to other examples that I will check into. Those
reviews are very important for everyone's use. I am glad someone
took the time to warn others.


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Re: C: Latest on Zappers
Date: Fri, 02 Jul 2010 02:29:06 +0100
From: "David" at u4ds.com


Hello,

exedrummer wrote:

>I read the reviews and many didn't like most of the products
>you suggested

I wasn't actually recommending any except perhaps the one we've
tried, I was just trying to show you that cheaper basic models
are easily available as it seemed to me that was what you were
looking for.

I can't recommend anything I haven't tried myself, and we've had
good service from our own Innotek FS-700A model. But we did find
it very expensive, as I said, and that probably didn't fit your
original request for "Nothing fancy".

As you have read the reviews on the site you've perhaps seen the
review by PJ "A more versatile, less expensive shock collar" in
which he recommended the Ultra-e from D.T. Systems as being
perhaps better and cheaper than the Innotek FS-700A.

Here is a linked picture of this item.

sincerely,
David at Ms-Christine.com

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C: When Femdom goes wrong
Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2010 10:38:55 +0100
From: rfrub


Dear Mistress Christine and David,

Over on IAR (International Association of Rubberists) is an
alert which takes the reader to:

Robin Mortimer died during S&M session

It makes sad reading but it is something we should all confront.
Over on IAR (slight changes for this audience) I wrote:

Similar events have happened before. I followed the link to the
English text and read the lady describing herself as a sadist of
the worst sort. I hope that by far the majority of folk here
would not want that said of themselves. The moment you describe
yourself in such terms it is to say "not a safe person".

Rubber loving (and for this readership Femdom) should be about
sharing an extra-ordinary pleasure and if for some pain becomes
part of the experience, then those who take that on themselves
to do should be fully educated in the responsibilities that
topping brings. It seems these ladies did not think like that.

I am reading a good book from Greenery Press about exactly this
called The Kiss of the Whip and another one in the genre is
called On the Safe Edge.


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Re: U: International FemDom Day July 24
Date: 22 Jun 2010 04:32:12 -0000
From: subiam


Christine wrote:

>I'm inviting all readers to post details of their public or
>private experiences to celebrate International FemDom Day here


On IFD, I hope to be doing all of the following (apologies in
advance for links to FetLife but it is a good, free site):

Wearing a rubber band on my left wrist as a subtle sign (FetLife
linked)
.

Wearing an Ownership symbol t-shirt to be a little less subtle
(zazzle linked).

Hoping to make at least one new friend in the FemDom world.

Making a donation to a women's cause to promote the welfare of
women (FetLife linked).

Doing my best to put my needs completely aside to serve my wife
with 100% attentiveness.

Hoping to attend a local IFD event, if I get lucky (FetLife
linked)
.

Anybody got any better ideas?

subiam{to Queen-T}


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Re: U: International FemDom Day July 24
Date: 22 Jun 2010 09:00:54 -0000
From: Susan


Christine wrote:

>he is fortunate I'm such a kind Mistress and I only used the
>"plus" sign in my sums. 24+7 only comes to 31.


Christine,

How I admire your thought in giving David such a treat as being
allowed a glimpse of your stocking top. Have you thought that
either in celebration of FemDom day or as a special treat for
your 31st Anniversary you could continue to use the plus sign
and say 3+1 = 4 so he could have the same treat of the red
handled cane and a glimpse on four successive days. I am sure he
will realise that you have put a lot of effort into giving him
this treat and will be properly appreciative.

How he will look forward then to each successive anniversary. He
will never become one of those poor men who forget the day they
were accepted.


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U: Teramis "That Kinky Stuff" BDSM ESSAYS
Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 09:06:30 +0100
From: rfrub


Dear Mistress Christine and David

Many DOMestic readers have likely heard of Miss Abernathy and a
number have probably read her books like "Erotic Slavehood".
Just by using the search terms BDSM submissive essay i quickly
found this site:-

http://www.teramis.com/kink/

Not a large site and not a visual one but seven essays written
by a female and of such universal value and good sense that i
would bring them to the attention of any person interested in
carefully thinking through the deeper meaning of Dominance and
Submission. And having read them i would rate them with the
recognised wisdom of Miss Abernathy. Not a surprise because on
investigation Teramis has many strings to Her bow.


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U: Your Freedom (and censorship)
From: Mr. Grundy
Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 17:00:53 +0100


Dear Christine and David,

You will no doubt recall that I have been banging on these past
years about censorship in the UK and that, for example, since
26th January 2009 it has been illegal for anyone in England and
Wales (and now Scotland, I believe) to possess an "extreme"
image, even if the activity itself is legal.

Well, I was intrigued to learn that the new UK coalition
government has kicked off an initiative, I quote "to create a
more open and less intrusive society. We want to restore
Britain's traditions of freedom and fairness, and free our
society of unnecessary laws and regulations - both for
individuals and businesses". The UK government website for this
undertaking, called "Your Freedom", is:

http://yourfreedom.hmg.gov.uk/

I had a quick look at this site the other day and,
unsurprisingly, it has attracted its fair share of nutters, but
a couple of people have contributed on the anti censorship
theme.

May I, through your site, ask your UK supporters to log on to
the "Your Freedom" website and make some contribution to the
censorship debate? It might raise the profile of the matter in
the political eye.

For further details of the state of affairs in the UK I can
commend the Backlash website:

www.backlash-uk.org.uk/wp/?page_id=4

But it makes depressing reading, so be warned.

Regards

Mr. Grundy.


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U: TES Fest 2010 - July 2nd to 5th
Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 16:59:07 -0000
From: "thrash999"


TES Fest 2010 - Find Your Freedom - July 2-5, 2010

TES Fest 2010 will be held at a 3 star hotel in Piscataway, NJ.
We will have the entire hotel for the weekend. There will be
no shuttle buses to ride, everything all in the same place.

We have tons of classes, great vendors, and fabulous play-space
setup by The Crucible. Come out and relax and play. No stress.
Cool people. Who needs the beach when we have a pool all to
ourselves? What more do you want for a holiday weekend.

About TES Fest

TES Fest is the annual gathering for the BDSM and sex-positive
communities to celebrate the steps TES's founding fathers took
in 1971: the opportunity to find our freedom.

Taking place over the Fourth of July weekend, TES Fest is the
premiere event in the NYC Metro region for everyone (from
amateurs to seasoned veterans) to socialize, learn new skills
and simply have a great time. With classes and special events
covering the gamut of topics and special interests, TES Fest
allows people to explore, educate and entertain themselves in a
healthy, safe and sane environment.

Check website for updates
www.tesfest.org


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U: Educational Seminars in NYC/NJ, DC, and Philly
Date: 30 Jun 2010 05:33:21 -0000
From: Sea


Announcement about Educational Seminars in NYC/NJ, DC, and
Philly - July 3rd to July 11th 2010

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I look forward to my upcoming trip to the East Coast to give
seminars! Given below are:

  • Schedule Outline
  • Class Descriptions
  • Bio
  • Date, Time, Entry, Registration

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Schedule Outline


July 2-5, Presenting at TES Fest in NYC/NJ area

July 3: Components of a Submissive's Psychology
July 4: Languages of D/s

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July 6, Presenting at Black Rose meeting in DC

Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation

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July 10, Presenting at Sexploratorium in Philly

How to Provide Excellent Service

Psychology of Submissives (Combines
(1) Components of a Submissive's Psychology and
(2) Psychology of Service Submissives)

Humiliation Play Lab (Combines
(1) Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation and
(2) Humiliation: Now It's Time to Play)

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July 11, Presenting at Shag in NYC

Psychology of Submissives (Combines
(1) Components of a Submissive's Psychology and
(2) Psychology of Service Submissives)

Humiliation Play Lab (Combines
(1) Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation and
(2) Humiliation: Now It's Time to Play)


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Class Descriptions


Components of a Submissive's Psychology

Host Event: TES Fest, July 3

In this seminar we discuss the different components that
collectively influence the needs, wants, and behaviors of
submissives, and how unmet needs affect this influence. We then
discuss practical applications of this model: its impact on
relationship compatibility and longevity and its application to
various scenarios.

Helpful to:

Dominants who wish to better understand submissives, make their
relationships more resilient, and better understand basis for
compatibility.

Submissives who wish to better understand self, learn how to
process feelings, learn how to communicate what is important in
a relationship, and understand what would be important to a
compatible dominant.

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Languages of D/s

Host Event: TES Fest, July 4

We begin this seminar by examining what creates a power
imbalance in social relationships, and how the organic power
imbalance has potential to undermine the D/s dynamic in a
relationship. We then discuss the different ways people express
and receive dominance and submission, and how to uncover which
languages of D/s each person speaks. This class will be
particularly helpful to those who wish to better grasp the
mental aspects of D/s, and those who have been approached by a
submissive partner about dominance and are unsure how to
respond.

Helpful to:

Dominants who wish to understand how the organic power can
undermine the D/s dynamic.

Dominants and submissives who wish to know the different ways
D/s can be expressed so they can identify their key modes.

Dominants and submissives who wish to understand the importance
of these languages in a D/s relationship.

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Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation

Host Event: Black Rose Meeting in DC on July 6

Does hearing the word humiliation make you uncomfortable? Are
you puzzled why someone would find humiliation erotic? Do you
enjoy humiliation and want to learn how to take it further?

We begin by discussing the difference between embarrassment,
humiliation, and degradation. Then we discuss two broad forms of
humiliation play: D/s humiliation and SM humiliation. Next we
talk about common themes and risks associated with each type of
humiliation play, and how identifying these themes can allow one
to use creativity for other areas to explore. Lastly, we discuss
ideas for responsible public humiliation.

Helpful to:

Those who wish to understand why someone would enjoy
humiliation.

Those who wish to do humiliation play but must overcome personal
conflict.

Those who wish to know what are the different types of
humiliation play, what are their themes and risks, how
identifying themes can help devise other types of play, and how
to do responsible public play.

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How to Provide Excellent Service

Host Event: Sexploratorium in Philadelphia on July 10

I discuss my approach to service, which includes multiple
elements that fall under the following types of service:
anticipatory, elegant, sacred, and creative service. I use an
example service scenario and interactively discuss what can be
done to achieve these elements of excellent service within that
scenario. Depending on time and space, I either do a demo or
lead the class through creating excellent service for additional
example service scenarios.

Helpful to:

Service submissives who wish to learn to or add to their
repertoire about how to provide excellent service.

Dominants who wish to teach service to submissives.

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Psychology of Submissives [Combines
(a) Components of a Submissive's Psychology and
(b) Psychology of Service Submissives]

Host Events:
(a) Sexploratorium in Philadelphia on July 10,
(b) SHAG in NYC on July 11

Are you a dominant who would like to understand the psychology
of submissives and what can help your relationship last? Are you
a dominant who is uncomfortable to receive service, or cannot
fathom why someone would want to clean your house? Are you a
submissive who would like to understand why you have conflicting
drives, and how to deal with internal conflicts? Are you a
service submissive who has felt unfulfilled and had difficulty
conveying what is important to you towards service and D/s
relationships in general?

First we clarify terminology - what we mean by a submissive and
related terms. We discuss submission with respect to a
personality trait, a sexuality-based role preference, and social
status.

Next we discuss a general model for a submissive's psychology.
The model discusses different components that collectively
influence the needs, wants, and behaviors of submissives, and
how unmet needs affect this influence. We then discuss practical
applications of this model: its impact on relationship
compatibility and longevity and its application to various
scenarios.

Then we will interactively discuss the challenges faced by
dominants and submissives with respect to service. We will then
discuss archetypes of service submissives, how to identify these
archetypes, and why each archetype likes to provide service. We
will then talk about how identifying these archetypes helps
determine compatibility, and to understand what can enhance or
deflate motivation to serve for the different archetypes.


Helpful to:

Dominants who wish to better understand submissives, make their
relationships more resilient, and better understand basis for
compatibility.

Dominants who wish to understand service submissives and what
motivates them.

Submissives who wish to better understand self, learn how to
process feelings, learn how to communicate what is important in
a relationship, and understand what would be important to a
compatible dominant.

Service submissives who wish to better understand what motivates
them to serve, and learn how to communicate needs to a dominant
about what makes service fulfilling.

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Humiliation Class and Lab [Combines
(a) Demystifying Psychology of Humiliation and
(b) Humiliation: Now It's Time to Play]

Host Events:
(a) Sexploratorium in Philadelphia on July 10,
(b) SHAG in NYC on July 11

Does hearing the word humiliation make you uncomfortable? Are
you puzzled why someone would find humiliation erotic? Do you
enjoy humiliation but are conflicted about it? Do you want to
know how you can expand your humiliation play?

We begin by briefly discussing the psychology behind
humiliation: what are the differences between D/s humiliation
and SM humiliation, why someone might like to engage in these
practices, and what are risks. Then we focus on identifying
themes for humiliation play, and how identifying themes allows
one to use their creativity. We then have an example interview
of a sub to discuss what types of questions to ask, and how to
interpret the answers. Then we collectively brainstorm to create
a humiliation scene based on the answers from the interview.

Helpful to:

Those who do not understand why someone would enjoy humiliation.

Those who wish to do humiliation play but must overcome personal
conflict.

Those who wish to learn more about how to pursue this type of
play.


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BIO


Sea has been a BDSM gypsy of sorts for almost 13 years and
attends social and educational events across BDSM, leather, and
fetish communities in multiple cities. He is proud to call home
Austin, a city where a homeless crossdresser is a local
celebrity who ran for mayor, a local band bases all its songs
around the lead singer?s fetish for feet, and adults gather each
year to celebrate the birthday of Eeyore? yes, Eeyore from
Winnie the Pooh!

Sea has done his share to help, as they like to say there, keep
Austin weird. His contributions to the Austin scene include
hosting and promoting a fetish night for three years, during
which time he wrote and directed, performed in, and arranged
music for multiple fetish shows. BDSM influences his artistic
expression, which has occurred in the form of fetish
photography, DJing music for scene events, dance, and writings.
He has also done stand-up comedy at multiple BDSM events.

Sea regularly presents at BDSM events across the country with a
focus on communication and psychology, especially the psychology
of submissives. He was recently invited to join the Advisory
Board for weekend conventions DomCon Los Angeles and DomCon
Atlanta. His current projects include speaking at college human
sexuality class, visiting vanilla forums and taking a tactful
stand for BDSM as needed, and providing information to those
seeking out BDSM or ambivalent about their interest. His past
contributions include chairing the Austin chapter of The Next
Generation BDSM group for four years.

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Date, Time, Location, Registration

TES Fest

Date: Fri July 2 - Mon Jul 5

Time: All weekend

Location:

Near Edison, NJ

Please see http://tesfest.org/

Entry: Please see TES Fest website for registration and day pass
options.

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Black Rose Meeting

Date: July 6, Tuesday

Time: 8-8:30 pm

Location: Hyatt Regency, 400 New Jersey Ave NW, Washington DC

Black Rose Contact: http://www.br.org/

Entry: $5 for Black Rose members, $10 for non-members

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Sexploratorium

Date: July 10, Saturday

Times:

How to Provide Excellent Service 12:15 - 2 pm
Psychology of Submissives 2:30 - 4:30 pm
Humiliation Play Lab 5:15 - 7:15 pm

Location:

Sexploratorium
620 S 5th St
Philadelphia, PA
215-829-4986

Registration and Entry:

All classes are $20 each in advance and $30 on day of class. For
registration, please see this website:

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and click on Upcoming Workshop Schedule.

The class titles will shortly appear as a hyperlink, clicking on
which will allow one to register.

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SHAG

Date: Sunday, July 11, 2010

Time:

2:00 - 4:00 pm Psychology of Submissives
4:30 - 6:30 pm Humiliation Class and Senior Lab

Location:

SHAG
108 Roebling Street @ N. 6th Street
Brooklyn, NY 11211
L Train to Bedford
Contact Shag:

Phone: 347.721.3302

http://weloveshag.com/

Registration and Entry

One seminar: $20 in advance, $25 at the door
Both seminars: $35 in advance, $40 at the door

Groups of 5 or more receive $5 off ticket of each person

Advance Registration

For online registration, please go to SHAG website and click on
Workshops menu. If you have a group of 5 or more, please
contact SHAG directly to obtain group discount.

Walk-ins, please check SHAG website for any schedule changes
prior to attending. If there are any changes, they will be
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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-three
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:17:09 -0500
From: randolphus


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-three - Carmen the tyrant

I woke and Carmen was still sleeping. I reviewed what was
available for breakfast. She had promised a double spanking, and
after the caning I received, I thought pleasing her tummy would
make her a little less vicious.

I imagined different combinations but there just wasn't much in
the pantry. The ingredients to make eggs Benedict were there but
not the sauce. But there were plenty of eggs; so I made a not
Benedict sauce. It was very tasty but not authentic. I cut up
the rest of the fruit. Made some coffee and waited for sleeping
beauty.

Sleeping beauty had a hangover from excessive partying. She said
she didn't want any breakfast. She said she wanted to watch me
iron her underwear.

She lay on the sofa-bed; I set up the ironing board across the
room. She instructed me to iron facing the wall so she could
watch me, but I couldn't watch her.

It took about forty-five minutes for me to iron and fold about a
dozen pieces. I asked if she might want a hot bath and a massage
and she said: "You just want to feel me up."

I said: "No ma'am;" And straightened the blanket lying over her
on the sofa.

She said: "Put away the clothes and fold up the ironing board.
Make sure everything is clean because I'm going to inspect it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I busied myself cleaning clean counters, vacuuming clean floors,
and straightening neat drawers. I tried working quietly so she
could fall asleep.

A couple of hours later, she said: "I think I want a hot bath
and a massage, and remember it's for my benefit not yours."

I said: "Yes, ma'am."

I filled the tub hotter than normal, used lots of shampoo to
bubble it up, and escorted her in. I covered her with the
bubbles, and gently washed her with a cloth. I heated the water
by running more hot water, and let her soak while I set up the
massage table. I tried not to enjoy toweling her lovely body
dry.

I used her scented powder instead of oil. She liked it but
didn't say anything. I could tell from the very soft oh's she
was making.

I turned her over and avoided her eyes. I rubbed the powder into
her neck and around behind her ears, and I could feel her
shivering. Finally I rubbed skin cream into her feet then on her
hands. I felt I enjoyed cupping her breasts too much to do it. I
told her I was finished but I said I would re-do any parts she
might like.

She said: "You have good hands."

She said she was hungry.

I told her I'd reviewed what we had in the kitchen, would she
like low fat eggs Benedict?

She said it sounded good.

I served for lunch what I had planned for breakfast. She sat in
a long tee shirt, and a sweatshirt. She ate all the fruit but
left one of the eggs on a muffin. The sauce had no yolks and
only a pat of butter.

She said: "Eat my leftover; on the floor, here." She pointed
with her foot.

I squatted down and ate up her leftover egg Benedict from her
plate with her fork. I caught a glimpse of her expression. Her
lips were pursed; she had a determined look in her eyes. I
didn't know how to interpret her feelings, but I was glad I ate
up the eggs.

She said: "Dress me."

I combed and then brushed her hair. I put on panties and bra
that I had just ironed. She selected a tee shirt and jeans. I
found socks and tennis shoes.

She decided we would go for a walk. We went to a nice park about
a mile away and wandered along its' perimeter.

She said: "Why do you do this?"

I knew what she was referring to, but I didn't have a good
explanation. I said: "Do what Miss Carmen?"

She said: "Why do you want to clean my apartment, or the toilet
at the office, or take canings?"

I tried answering sincerely: "I want to be my wife's slave. It's
a feeling I have that can be called a kink, I recognize it's not
normal. She accepts me in exchange for me doing things for her.
The arrangement is that I suspend wanting things. I let her tell
me what I want and try to embrace her conditions. She assigned
me to Miss Peggy. Then she assigned me to you. At first I
thought it was all about me, I was amazed how well my wife and
my mother-in-law seemed to know how to push my buttons. Lately I
have imagined it has nothing to do with me. It's what she wants.
I'm trying to keep my part of the bargain."

Carmen said: "What do you think about me?"

I said: "I'm not allowed to express how much I like you normally
but you asked, I think you are a gorgeous lady with high
intelligence and an outgoing personality. I respect you
enormously. I'm very grateful that you have taken an interest in
me. I consider it a privilege to be allowed to do the things I
have for you."

Carmen said: "Why does your wife want you to wash toilets and
wants me to make you stand in the corner and beat you with a
cane?"

"I guess it's to prevent me getting the idea that you are in my
debt for what I have done. It seems that the more I do, the more
I get punished. It seems unfair, but the alternative is I do
nothing and my wife loses interest. I think what I do is what
keeps everyone interested in me. So if I do a lot, I will think
I'm pretty good, so maybe washing toilets reminds me that I'm
the slave. Somehow the idea that I have to do what you tell me,
but you can do whatever you want is what excites me."

Carmen said: "You are weird."

I said: "But Miss Carmen, you elected to beat me in front of the
entire group, and my wife and the president, why did you do
that?"

She said: "You don't think I had cause?"

I said: "Of course you did, but so did everyone in the group,
but you brought it about, and now I'm cleaning your apartment."

She said: "I have some kinks too; and I will expose them to you
this week."

I didn't know if I should become afraid.

Instead of going straight back, we went down a side street and
into a neighborhood bar. She ordered a chardonnay and I ordered
a cabernet. We talked more, the conversation got to computers
and it was very comfortable.

On the way back, she said: "You like to get punished?"

I said: "No, not at all. I like my mistress asserting herself
and overwhelming me. In a way I get that feeling from calling
you Miss, and saying ma'am, I try very hard to please."

She said: "But sometimes, like this morning I didn't want you to
please me."

I said: "Yes ma'am; you don't have to. You don't have to do
anything. But I have to do what you tell me to."

She said: "What if I tell you to leave me alone for ever?"

I said: "That's your choice. I would be sad."

She said: "I'm used to guys wanting to get into my pants and not
doing anything for me. You seem to want to do things for me;
don't you want to get into my pants?"

I said: "I would very much like to but I have a thing locked on
my penis; it's believed that I won't be eager to please you if I
climax. And of course there is the question of would you let
me."

She said: "This conversation has been fun, but I seem to be
letting a genie out of a bottle. I haven't heard any Miss or
ma'am in a long time. When we get back I think a little
discipline will re-establish our roles."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I was already feeling in a submissive role.

When we got into the apartment Carmen said to strip and bring
the handcuffs.

I stripped and brought the handcuffs. She handcuffed my hands
behind my back and ordered me into a corner near where we were
standing.

She said: "Don't move or talk."

I was surprised by the turn of events. Carmen was behind me,
unlocking the handcuffs.

She said: "Turn around and kneel down."

I knelt and she was wearing only panties and bra and high heeled
shoes. She looked so desirable.

She said: "Do you want to fuck me?"

I said: "You are so lovely, I would love to."

She said: "How badly? Would you take a beating from me for the
privilege?"

I said: "For sure miss; and ten times over."

She said: "Get up."

I did, and she unlocked my penis corset. It immediately grew to
pay homage to the goddess in front of me. We went to her bedroom
and I ravished her with my hands and mouth. I removed her
underwear and kissed her everywhere. She took my tool and drew
it (me following) to her pussy and I entered her.

Suddenly I had to start thinking of cooking recipes; it had been
so long, and I had climbed to an immense height of passion,
every cell in her body was driving me higher with desire. If I
didn't hold back, I would explode in an instant. I was falling
in love again. I will treasure this girl forever, and then she
went epileptic and I detonated.

I sort of collapsed beside her, then she squirmed around and
there was a pussy on my face, I started licking and then she had
my member and she was sucking. She came in a few minutes but it
took me much longer.

We were embracing and lying down after all the work.

She said: "You may clean me up."

I thought that I already had, but I followed her beautiful naked
body to the bathroom and made a washcloth wet and warm and
patted her clean.

She said: "Dress me back up."

I did, and I adored her a little; touching her here and there.

She said: "Let's get you locked back up." We sat next to each
other on her bed. She took the penis corset gadget and inserted
my penis into it and locked the cover on. Her touching me made
me just want her more. She had a key and I was subject to her
use of it. It makes her so special.

Carmen said: "Since you're still pretty naked, let's work on
settling your account. You owe me two whippings from yesterday,
then you owe me for the sex we just had and then there is the
ten more you offered."

I said: "Miss Carmen that was a figure of speech, not an offer
of wanting a beating."

She said: "Do you want me to add to your debt with a penalty for
arguing?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Carmen said: "Bring the handcuffs and get over this chair."

I wondered if this was Carmen or my wife Sarah's instruction to
her. This was a nice normal girl, why was she being so mean?

Carmen said: "You are a jewel of a guy, you've done wonders for
my apartment, and you dressed me up so all my friends thought
I'd had a makeover, and you made good love. But I don't want to
spoil it all by not doing what I promised. From now until the
end of the week you better not forget how to address me. You
will stand in my presence, and do all of the things you've been
trained to do. Do you understand?"

I said: "Yes Miss Carmen."

How can these women get so righteous?

She said: "I will be very strict from now on because I have been
treating you like a boy friend. If your wife or even Peggy found
out how lax I had become, I might even be fired. You wouldn't
want that would you?"

I said: "No ma'am;" I was getting scared.

She said: "You will count the strokes and thank me and I want to
hear sincere thanks. It's attitude we're molding here, isn't
that right?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Crack

The pain rushed around my entire body, I had to talk fast: "I
respect you more than ever, that's one."

Crack

I said: "Cleaning your toilet is all I'm fit for, that's two."

Crack.

I said: "I will jump when you give me a command, that's three."

Crack.

I said: "Oh please Miss Carmen, that's too hard, that's four."

Carmen said: "Sometimes I think you're not so smart. I gave you
instructions and you violated them while you're being punished.
Okay, lie there for ten minutes, we're going to start over and
you're getting double the amount."

It's very uncomfortable to lie across a chair for a long time. I
was partly supported by my feet and head and neck. Ten minutes
in an uncomfortable position is a long time. My sweet Carmen has
turned into a sadist.

Carmen said: "This time you may just thank me and make sure you
count."

Crack

I plaintively said: "Thank you miss Carmen, that's one."

Crack

I said: "Thank you miss Carmen, that's two."

This went on until I got to twenty. I was so sore, my butt felt
that it had been sliced to ribbons.

Carmen took my forearm and pulled me up. She led me to the
living room and pushed me down on the carpet. She said: "Stay
there and don't move."

She came back with a book and sat in the chair next to where I
was lying and started reading. I was so seriously injured by her
and she puts me on the floor and reads a book. Then she put one
of her feet on my shoulders.

After a long while Carmen said: "There is no moving or talking,
the cane is ready to remind you if you forget."

I lay at her feet wondering why her attitude toward me changed
so much.

Carmen said: "Your wife Sarah explained, that you don't need
another lover, you need a strict overseer to make sure you work
diligently, show respect and act humbly. That overseer cannot be
your friend. Lying at my feet like this will help you adjust
your feelings."

I have been working diligently, maybe there were lapses in
curtsies or addressing, but it was minor, and it was Carmen who
made the sex moves, she has the key after all. But what does it
matter? I have to do what she tells me. Is that so hard? Lying
on a soft carpet is better than standing in a corner.

Carmen said: "Get up, I want some tea."

I stood up, and she unlocked my handcuffs.

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

I made the tea, placed it next to her with a napkin; and I
curtsied; I remained standing.

She sipped the tea and said: "Stand in the corner there." She
was pointing to opposite the lounge chair she was sitting in, so
I would be watched.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "The collar with a snap was sent with your other
stuff, but I don't have any place I can hook you to. Go find a
place; I don't want to sit around watching you stand in the
corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I looked around the living room where she
and I were and there wasn't any place, I curtsied and went into
the other rooms.

I returned and curtsied, and said: "Miss Carmen, there are three
possibilities, if we had a small piece of chain or rope we could
make a loop around the clothes bar in your closet or the shower
curtain bar in the bathroom, or if I stood in the bathtub you
could connect me to the loop for the clothes dryer." She had one
of those pull out ropes that connect to a hook and allow you to
hang wet clothes over the bathtub.

She said: "I have some rope."

She went into the kitchen and bent over a low drawer and I
noticed how attractive she was. She had a roll of clothesline
kind of string. I cut two pieces and made a loop around the
shower curtain rod and the clothes rod in her closet.

She rummaged in the small suitcase. She found the collar and the
handcuffs; I put my hands behind my back and click. She fastened
the collar around my neck, and led me by pulling on the snap to
her closet. She snapped me over the rope loop. She said: "The
handcuff keys are on the kitchen table. No moving is allowed."
She closed the closet door.

I was in darkness. I could hear her moving around in her
bedroom; then she turned out the light and closed the door. The
darkness was total. Then I heard the apartment door open and
close, she went out.

I dozed in the darkness; I could lean against the closet wall,
not too bad. I was awakened by the door opening, she came back.
I could hear her moving around. She's making tea.

The bedroom light went on, strips of light crept under the
closet door illuminating my tiny prison. I could hear her
unzipping, probably getting undressed. Then the closet opened
and I was blinded by all the light. She removed my handcuffs and
unsnapped me from the rope loop.

She said: "Pick up the clothes."

I was overwhelmed with her nakedness and beauty, I know I looked
groggy and gross from my long incarceration, and she looked so
desirable.

I said: "Yes ma'am;" And curtsied.

She said: "Don't look at me."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I think she deliberately scattered her clothes about, I found
shoes from the same pair on the opposite sides of the bed, I put
them away, I found her panties and jeans separate from each
other, I folded her jeans, I put her panties and bra in the
hamper. I could tell she was watching me.

I curtsied and said: "I'm finished Miss Carmen." I tried not to
look at her.

She said: "I like you better handcuffed." She handcuffed me.

I tried not to look chagrined. But what could I have done to
prevent this total change in attitude.

She said: "When you're not doing work you should be restrained,
sort of like turning off a machine, in your case, I will
handcuff you. That way I know you can't get into mischief."

She got into bed and said: "You may crawl under and worship me
until I fall asleep."

I got into bed and crawled under her leg and got my face into
her ass. I could tell from her breathing that she fell asleep. I
tried not to disturb the bedding as I straightened out. It's
very uncomfortable to sleep handcuffed, but I was accustomed to
it.

I woke early and discovered my handcuffs had been opened. I got
up and started boiling water for tea for Carmen and coffee for
me. I prepared the sparse fruit we had and picked a yoghurt and
cereal and milk.

Then I got dressed and waited.

Carmen woke up and I brought her tea. I curtsied. I knelt in
front of her lovely naked body. She took the tea and sipped. She
said: "I told you last night not to look at me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and aimed my eyes at the carpet in front of
her feet.

She said: "You will dress me with the minimum of touching."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I offered her several matching underwear color choices and she
picked black. I knew that putting panties and bra on a lady
usually got me in trouble. So I tried the tactic of planning
meals, while helping her put one foot and then the other into
her panties, the problem arises when she lifts a leg, and out of
the corner of your eye you see her pussy, and you're not allowed
to look.

After that, corralling her boobs with the bra, made me want to
kiss her neck and back. I held my self down with difficulty.

I finished dressing her.

I held her chair for her; then I put a napkin in her lap. I made
her fresh tea; and asked her if she wanted orange juice or
water, and served her a glass of water. Then I waited,
remembering not to look at her.

When she finished eating, she beckoned me to follow her. We went
into the toilet. She stood in front of the toilet, waiting for
me.

I unsnapped her jeans, and pulled down her panties. She held my
head in her hand so I was looking down at the floor. I saw her
jeans and panties around her legs. This prevented me from
looking at her, I guessed.

She said: "I don't have to wash hands after you help me in the
toilet. I'll see if we can do this at work."

I hoped she was kidding.

She gave me her car keys and I held the door for her. She sat in
the back and I drove.

Carmen said: "Make sure that you clean the toilets in the
allowed amount of time because I will have to give you bad marks
if you take too long. But be sure to do a thorough job because I
will have to give you bad marks if it's not cleaned right."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" She was rubbing in the fact that I was
being squeezed between the time allotment and the amount of work
needed. She was exercising being a bitch.

When we arrived, I parked and went around to the passenger back
door and opened the door for madam tyrant. I stood waiting and
she very slowly got out of the car. Then I went to the trunk and
took out the bag of female products that we had purchased.

I walked to my office. It was just before 8:00 and I had all my
tasks from Friday. My message light was blinking.

The message was from one of the programmers that the ladies
restroom floor was filled with water. One of the toilets had
overflowed. I wondered if I had to deal with that. I still had
Carmen's car keys.

I walked to her cubicle, curtsied, and I said: "Here are your
car keys, Miss Carmen; I got a message that the ladies restroom
is flooded and one of the toilets has overflowed. Shall I call
maintenance?"

Carmen said: "No you have to take care of that. I'll give you
forty-five minutes to clean that up. And keep the keys; you will
need them to drive us to lunch."

I said: "I don't know if I can do it that fast."

She said: "I didn't ask what you thought; you have forty-five
minutes to clean up the mess, fix the toilet and do your
periodic cleaning. I'll be down to inspect. If you're not done
in forty-five minutes you will get a bad mark."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I curtsied. I saw people, my employees,
looking at us. I was very embarrassed. But I had become afraid
of this woman who only days ago was my friend and lover.

The bathroom was indeed a mess, toilet paper and water was
everywhere. I found a big squeegee that I used to move the water
to a drain. I picked up the soggy toilet paper with a dust pan.
I found the stopped up toilet, it was nasty but a plunger fixed
it. I mopped that stall and most of the rest of the floor. I
concentrated on the sinks and mirror. I managed to put
everything in its place in only thirty minutes. I filled the
little cabinet with female supplies (tampons, pads, panty
liners, etc). I counted how much of each there were.

Carmen walked in and I curtsied and said I was done.

She looked around, and said: "It looks Okay, but I wanted you
upstairs in forty-five minutes not down here. I will overlook it
this time. But since you're here, you can assist me in the
toilet, now."

I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, yes ma'am I would be honored."

She walked into the stall that had been clogged. I followed and
when she turned around, I unsnapped her jeans, pulled them down
and pulled her panties down. I wiped and patted. I pulled up her
panties, I evened them around her waist, then I pulled up her
jeans. I was remembering her admonition about looking at her,
but I wanted to know her mood from her expression. From the
quick glances I made, I could see an expression of gritty
determination.

My fear of her increased. I didn't see any affection or
sympathy.

She said: "Maybe you can assist some of the other patrons."

I said: "Yes ma'am." She wasn't asking a question.

She said: "You can go to your office; you don't have to do the
nine-thirty cleaning."

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you."

I met with Linda and Janet who were the authors of the company
web page. Their work was done in a very labor intensive way. I
wanted them to use what IT people call a more powerful tool.
There were many benefits of doing so beyond just saving time.
Unfortunately they didn't agree. The meeting was Linda and then
Janet telling me why they couldn't change the way they were
making web pages.

In the past, I wouldn't have listened to all this, I would have
told them to just do it, but they talked and I listened. When
they finished, I handed them brochures for the next training
class for the new web design tool. The class was next month in
San Diego. They decided that for my benefit they would go to the
training class.

I wanted to report the result of the meeting to Peggy before she
left for lunch. I called her office. Sally her secretary said I
could come up to her office at eleven-thirty.

I deleted the trash out of my e-mail inbox and read my mail. The
firm interviewing our customers was reporting that we had
improved our customers' satisfaction. This web design initiative
was my last task.


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Your Freedom (and censorship)


From: Mr. Grundy
Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 17:00:53 +0100


Dear Christine and David,

You will no doubt recall that I have been banging on these past
years about censorship in the UK and that, for example, since
26th January 2009 it has been illegal for anyone in England and
Wales (and now Scotland, I believe) to possess an "extreme"
image, even if the activity itself is legal.

Well, I was intrigued to learn that the new UK coalition
government has kicked off an initiative, I quote "to create a
more open and less intrusive society. We want to restore
Britain's traditions of freedom and fairness, and free our
society of unnecessary laws and regulations - both for
individuals and businesses
".

The UK government website for this undertaking,
called "Your Freedom", is:

http://yourfreedom.hmg.gov.uk/

I had a quick look at this site the other day and,
unsurprisingly, it has attracted its fair share of nutters, but
a couple of people have contributed on the anti censorship
theme.

May I, through your site, ask your UK supporters to log on to
the "Your Freedom" website and make some contribution to the
censorship debate? It might raise the profile of the matter in
the political eye.

For further details of the state of affairs in the UK I can
commend the Backlash website:

www.backlash-uk.org.uk/wp/?page_id=4

But it makes depressing reading, so be warned.

Regards

Mr. Grundy.

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