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January 17, 2011

Cum soaked panties and a vivid imagination

Date: 17 Jan 2011 23:10:49 -0000
From: jboy2386

If you have ever watched Christine's "Going out" video where
David winds up in the closet while his mistress gets "all
sticky." You might, like me, share an excitement for the idea
that the object of your worship is out getting drilled by a
stranger and returning with a special treat for her subby.

In the story here about "Cleaning for Emily," it starts with
poor slave getting a pair of cum soaked panties stuffed in his

So, what do you think? Is this safe and sane or barking mad. My
wife and I play a cuckold game based on Christine's software.
She "milks" me now and again and freezes my slave squirt for
later use.

When she "Goes out" I never really get to hear what happens. Her
panties are of course soaked with cum on her return. The frozen
squirt is gone, but as she says - "how do you know I didn't use
yours to cover up my lovers?"

We probably would never actually do it. If we did what's the
consensus on just how dangerous it is?


January 8, 2011

Cleaning for Emily

From: slcfemdomcouple
Date: 7 Jan 2011 19:54:14 -0000

This story is 90% true and based on real events that have
happened to me and the other characters. Names have been changed
of course. The only parts that haven't happened is the eating of
cum other than my own, although that has been talked about
regularly, and the cleaning of houses other than my wife's and
her cousin's. Her cousin is a real estate agent though and I
imagine that the time might come when I am cleaning other houses
for her.

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Cleaning for Emily
by slcmalemaid

"These had better be clean," I am told when my Mistress removes
the previously cum soaked panties from my mouth. "And now here's
your dinner," she continues while dumping my food onto the
toilet seat.

Of course the cum in the panties was not mine but was my "treat"
for being allowed to clean my Mistresses' cousins house yet
again. And I knew every item in my dinner since it consisted of
all the "inedible" parts left over from my preparation of my
Mistress and her cousin's dinner.

I guess that I should start at the beginning. This arrangement
began on my birthday several years ago when I made the
suggestion to my wife/mistress that I would love to serve both
her and Emily, her cousin, on my Birthday.

Both ladies had so much fun being served and pampered while I
was tormented that it quickly became a regular routine. Thus,
when informed at work the previous evening that we would be
going to Emily's house for cleaning and to get everything ready,
I wasn't surprised at all.

"Open wide for your treat," Emily tells me as the door is opened
for me and my Mistress.

Without any delay the panties are shoved into my mouth where the
taste of cum immediately permeates all my senses.

"Jack had a really big load stored up," she says with a smile.

Cleaning for my mistresses is always accompanies by such a

I guess that informing my wife that I thought swallowing someone
else's cum was the most submissive thing I could think of wasn't
such a great idea. Some days I am gagged with a pair of cum
soaked panties. Other times I am given a used condom that is to
be sucked clean after performing my duties. Once there was spent
semen on the floor of the kitchen that I had to lick up.

I am not sure how Emily and my Mistress obtain all the cum,
presumably Jack, Emily's husband, gets a hand job into the
panties but I have learned through their hints that not all the
cum is his. In any event it is always made clear that the cum is
a special treat that I am given in "payment" for my cleaning

"By the way," Emily casually informs me, "I have a new house
that I am listing and I will need it cleaned by Friday."

I can't get upset since cleaning these houses for Emily was my
idea. The thing though about cleaning the other houses is that I
am usually quite alone. Emily will give my wife the address who
will then give it to me. I have to drive to and from the house
in uniform. I will show up at the house at night where there is
a note and the requisite "treat". I am usually not finished
cleaning until 3 or 4 in the morning. And quite often when I get
back home all I get is a "how was your cleaning." Emily never
acknowledges the cleaning other than leaving the notes and the
treats. Yet every time a note with a new address is given to me
my cock betrays me with its excitement.

"Here is your list of chores. We are going downstairs to watch a

"Clean well" my wife adds with a smile.

And so my day begins. It takes me a while to unpack all my
cleaning supplies and of course I know that I am to provide a
snack for the ladies as they watch their movie. This is so well
known that it isn't ever on the list.

I quickly slice the cheese and apples I have brought and rinse
the grapes. I place everything nicely on a platter and pop open
a bottle of Riesling that I brought up chilled. The smell of
cheese and apples combined with the pungent aroma and taste of
cum in my mouth is overwhelming.

Walking down the carpeted stairs in high heels is always a
challenge but combined with carrying a tray full of food and
wine is even more difficult.

I quietly enter the theater room and place the snacks near my
mistresses. I pour the wine and start to leave.

"Not so fast," Emily orders me. "Lift up your skirt."

I shyly hike up my skirt and both she and mistress give a laugh
and my straining cock in it's chastity belt covered with a
floral thong.

"Get cleaning" my wife scolds after laughing with Emily.

I close the door very quietly behind me.

"Chores" the list reads.

1. Clean all the bathrooms.
2. Clean the kitchen top to bottom.
3. Clean all the baseboards.
4. Vacuum all the carpets.
5. Clean all the hardwood.
6. Wash and replace all the sheets.
7. Do the laundry.
8. Lick all my shoes in the basket clean

I know better than to follow the list in order and immediately
go around to all the bedrooms gathering the sheets to be put
into the wash. Fortunately, Emily has a rather large and modern
washing machine and the sheets will be ready to put back on
within an hour.

While scrubbing the floor around the toilet in the guest
bathroom my phone beeps. Of course it is mistress text messaging
me a demand. This is a clever idea they came up with last time I

"More wine now," the message reads.

I quietly go into the theater room and pour wine for each of the
ladies. The wine was sitting right there next to them but we all
know that it is my role to serve them and that they need not
lift a finger.

"And take this tray out with you."

I take the tray to the kitchen and continue with my cleaning.

The day continues much in the same way with my cleaning hard and
stopping on and off to provide for some need of the ladies. I
can't really explain why, but performing these menial tasks for
my mistress or her cousin puts me into a submissive headspace
that is pure Zen.

There is something particularly submissive about cleaning
someone else's toilet while dressed as a slut maid or doing
their laundry and folding and putting away their husband's
clothes. And licking dirty shoes clean is absolutely mind
blowingly submissive for me.

"Stop and bend over," I hear one of them say as I am cleaning a
mirror. I am so absorbed in my submissive world that I have no
idea which one it was.

My panties are pulled around my ankles and I feel lube being
applied all around my anus.

Pulling the panties out of my mouth Emily orders me to "Suck my
dick, slut" while holding her strap-on to my face.

I quickly comply. I nearly gag though when my mistress impales
me with her strap-on.

"What a slut you are!" I am told while being fucked in the ass
and sucking the dildo in my mouth. "One of these days we are
really going to loan you out to the boys."

"Enough of that slut." I am told after several minutes of
fucking and sucking. "Quit screwing around and get back to work!
We are going out back," mistress says while shoving the panties
back into my mouth.

The ladies leave to sit on the patio while I am left to clean
myself up and put back on my panties.

After another hard couple hours cleaning the time is nearly 5:00
and fortunately I am done cleaning and can begin preparing
dinner. As is often requested, dinner consists of pear and
Gorgonzola salad, dry aged steaks, asparagus with balsamic
reduction and mashed potatoes. I know better than to make more
than the two of them will eat.

Knowing what is expected of me I keep all the trimmings in a
separate bowl for my dinner. While the ladies will be eating a
fine meal lovingly prepared I will be eating pear cores, the
hard ends of asparagus, fatty steak trimmings and uncooked
potato peels.

For whatever reason I find that this eating of scraps while my
mistresses enjoy a delicious meal to be ever so arousing. A
particular favorite meal from a brunch past was cereal with
golden nectar instead of milk dumped onto the bathroom floor.
Often I simply get a can of cold stew emptied onto a convenient

I light candles and set the table for a lovely dinner for the
ladies. I open the wine (a very nice 1992 California Cabernet
that I had been saving) and pour two glasses. I then go to fetch
the ladies.

Emily lives in a resort area and the back patio faces a walking
trail so going out to fetch them is always extremely scary and I
know better than to make any noise so I just go out back and
stand next to them until one of the asks me: "Is dinner ready?"

I swear that they love making me stand there exposed waiting for
someone to walk by. Fortunately no one ever has.

I follow them back into the house and pull the chairs out for
each of them. Keeping close attention on the ladies I serve them
each course and make certain to keep their wine glasses filled.

"Add this to your dinner" I am told when clearing the remains of
the steaks. I put the fatty remains of the steaks into the bowl
with the rest of my dinner.

I finish all the dishes while the ladies enjoy their wine.

"Go get yourself ready for dinner," Mistress tell me.

I know that this means that I must go take off my maids uniform,
lock my wrist cuffs around the toilet and wait for them to bring
my dinner to me.

After several minutes the ladies come into the bathroom and
present me with my dinner. "You have 15 minutes to eat,"
Mistress informs me after dumping out the mess of food scraps.

As usual, eating this mess while tied to the toilet never fails
to bring me to arousal. My cock strains against its cage the
entire time I am eating dinner.

"Slut, it's time to go home. Thank Mistress Emily for letting
you clean her house."

"Thank you Mistress Emily," I say as I am being unhooked from
the toilet.

"Put your uniform back on, clean up the toilet and load the

The ladies say their good byes as I load up all my cleaning
supplies into the car. All the while I think about the house
cleaning and cum eating I will be doing again within a day or

The Prisoner - Chapter 81

From: Boz 4444
Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2010 20:12:32 +0000

Another Chapter for your approval.
Kind regards,

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The Prisoner, by Will Cane

Chapter 81

Members can read the 80 previous episodes at:-

It was one of the newspaper tabloids that started the public
interest in the new Correctional Centres: Rumours of excesses
taken by both male and female staff started to spread.
Sometimes, the treatment the prisoners receive when loaned out
for service in the Community was far harsher. Needless to say,
any released prisoner who was known to be talking to the press
was soon removed from view with a judicial restraining order
that committed them to one of the even newer Enhanced Centres.

The overwhelming fear that was ingrained into every prisoner was
to be totally obedient to any female remotely in authority
otherwise their release to society would be delayed
indefinitely. Obedience to any form of abuse or discipline was
simply part of the system to them.

One young female reporter did carry out interviews with the ex-
prisoners and managed to elicit graphic accounts of how severely
individuals had been treated. But what none of them knew, as
they whispered the accounts of how they had been abused to the
attractive and sympathetic female reporter, was that she
actually held rank in the Security Services. This ensured that
once the stories had been put into an official report, the
report itself was given a classification that would keep it away
from all but official eyes. Then the whistle blowers would find
themselves seized on some pretext of breaking the conditions of
their release and delivered to a far worse Centre than the one
that they had been originally held in.

The first report came from a thirty five year old male by the
name of Chater. He had been treated pretty much within the rules
in the Correctional Centre, even though that was bad enough in
itself. It was when he was sent out to work in the community
that he really had problems. This had been an approved system
whereby ladies with status in the area would have the benefit of
a male or female prisoner to use as a servant. In no time it
became subject to abuse and corruption and anyone with the cash
to bribe Corrections Officers could come by some free labour to
say nothing of the opportunity to ill-treat someone who had no
recourse to any complaint or justice.

Chater had been dropped off at a small detached house in the
country and signed for by a Mrs Shaw a slim dark haired woman in
her early fifties. He was dressed in the regulation t-shirt,
denim shorts and trainers that his particular centre required
with just a change of kit including an athletic support and a
wash kit in a small bag.

She showed him to a small room in the attic with just a simple
iron bed and blankets with the words that he could forget any
ideas about being on some sort of holiday. She sat on the bed as
he stood next to it at attention.

"You will address me as Madam and I will address you by your
surname. I expect high standards of respect and obedience at all
times. You will not be given an order twice.

When you step out of line I will ask for a visit from one of the
staff at your Centre to knock some sense into you. Strictly
speaking I don't have any powers of punishment but I wouldn't
rely on that fact too much."

She stood up.

"Is that understand Chater?"

He nodded nervously, his hopes of working for a kind employer

Without warning she slapped first his left cheek then his right
with the back of her right hand.

After that he managed to avoid antagonising his new owner too
much and seemed to be leading a reasonably pleasant existence,
at least, as reasonably pleasant as any prisoner/servant could

Days slipped by and the only event of note was when she called
him in and asked when he was last milked. Chater explained,
somewhat embarrassed, that it had been nearly a month ago. Mrs
Shaw grimaced:

"I may see if we can arrange something for you on purely health
grounds. In the meantime I want you to wear this at all times as
I have no wish to see your genitals, particularly if you are
unable to control yourself at any time and start to erect."

She handed him his issued athletic support that had been
modified somewhat. Inside the pouch, stitched to the upper part
of the lining was a white rigid tube. Inside it were numerous
plastic spikes.

He was told to ensure that the end of his uncovered penis was
properly fitted into the tube with the foreskin pulled hard
back. Any amount of engorgement would then force the unprotected
glans up into the hostile tube and encourage a rapid change of
attitude. It could be removed for natural functions and at night
but to prevent any distasteful sights for Mrs Shaw, it was to be
in place at all times other than those exceptions.

He then settled into the routine of the house. It was true that
Mrs Shaw treated him with total contempt, especially in front of
her visitors and relatives particularly the female ones and that
she had used a strap on his covered backside on a couple of
occasions. She certainly seemed to find every demeaning and
unpleasant job such as her personal laundry and keeping the
house toilets spotless for him to do - but on the whole, life
was better than in the prison.

She had not followed through on her threat to seek the services
of one of the staff from the local Correctional Centre to
discipline him, for which he was more than grateful. On the
whole, for a prisoner, life was pretty good.

Until he was taken to his first ladies coffee morning:

It seemed that several ladies in the area who had prisoner-
servants met up on a regular basis to compare notes. To legalise
the proceedings of these meetings the ladies would always invite
a "guest speaker" from the Correctional Centre who would be
especially selected for her uncompromising attitude to both male
and female inmates. Mrs Shaw was soon invited to join the group
and took Chater along for the first meeting.

The house was large and in its own grounds. They were met at the
door by a male slave dressed as Chater was in T shirt, shorts
and trainers. He indicated the kitchen to Chater and escorted
Mrs Shaw into a large well lit sitting room where the hostess, a
slim fair headed lady in her mid-thirties was serving coffee.

There were eight ladies present ranging in age from late teens
to early forties. They were all dressed in formal blouses and
skirts. One of the younger girls was a niece of the house owner
and the other younger girl the lady's Polish au pair. The guests
were seated on comfortable armchairs along one wall.

A loud knock at the door announced the arrival of a further
guest. This time it was a uniformed prison wardress by the name
of Miss Sinclair. Tall, heavily built in her thirties with long
blonde hair drawn up in a rigid bun behind her head she went
round introducing herself with a firm handshake.

Meanwhile the male who had answered the door broke the bad news
to the four male and two female prisoners assembled in the
kitchen. One of the females and two of the males had served time
under the woman and were immediately nervous of how she would
conduct the morning's procedures.

As one of them explained:

There was a wide variety of staff in their centre. All were
strict but Miss Sinclair had earned the reputation of being
harsh, unforgiving and severe in all her dealing with the
prisoners. Being on report to her always resulted in being
sentenced to more strokes or pain than the other staff and when
she was on punishment infliction duties she put extra effort
into every stroke or whack ensuring that all the so called
penalty strokes for misbehaviour during punishment were
allocated and inflicted.

Any hopes of an easy time at the weekly meeting of their owners
were dashed. He also mentioned that he had been told to move
from her car boot two items. The first was a black four feet
long cylinder with a closed top that when lifted made the all
too familiar dry rattling sound of canes. The second was a black
hold-all that contained items that he couldn't even guess at.

The house owner, Mrs Rooney started the after-coffee events by
calling in her personal male servant to clear away the cups and
equipment. The group of prisoners were then called in and told
to form a line in front of the seated ladies at the 'present'

Mrs Rooney announced that there were two new servants and with a
smile in Miss Sinclair's direction suggested that they be given
the traditional welcome. Chater and a young female were called

Mrs Rooney then moved a high backed chair into the centre and
produced a wooden hairbrush from a nearby shelf. "Well ladies...
the servants will now take a whack on each buttock from each of
us as is our tradition here."

The lady of the house sat in the chair, pulled her skirt up to
reveal her stockinged thighs and motioned the girl towards her.
Following her orders the girl raised her short skirt and
blushing, lowered her small white panties to her knees before
she lay across the lap. Her buttocks still showed the bruising
from a previous beating when she was still in the Centre but Mrs
Rooney brought her brush down with her weight behind it on each
cheek in turn.

By now the other ladies had produced their hairbrushes and
arranged themselves on the edge of the armchair seats. The male
replaced the female over the lap with his shorts down but his
athletic support in place. By the time he received his welcome
whacks the girl was already well down the line of ladies with
her buttocks becoming more agonised with each application.

Just when they thought it was over, Miss Sinclair borrowed one
of the heavier brushes, ordered them both to bend and touch
their toes and laid in with her own efforts.

The meeting proper could then start.

Miss Sinclair, still wearing her full uniform and hat announced
to the room that her talk would be on the subject of
"Maintenance treatments for prisoners in the community."

She explained that the powers that be were uneasy about the
relatively benign treatment that many such prisoners were
receiving in the hands of their owners compared with their
treatment inside the Correctional Centres. All too often the
excuse was given that the prisoner had been behaving well, and
this may well be true, but that the essential edge of respect
and fear had been reduced.

The recommendation, or more to the point requirement, was that
all prisoners must receive a maintenance punishment session
every week. It was felt that this should be given at the same
exact time every seven days and that it should be severe enough
so that they would most certainly not look forward to it with
anything other than trepidation. The minimum set was to be eight
strokes of the heavy strap across the naked buttocks and it
should be laid on hard.

She ordered the elder of the female prisoners to bring her the
hold-all and on unzipping it, produced a meaty looking leather
strap with a wooden handle. The business end was around eighteen
inches in length and almost a quarter of an inch thick with
rounded ends.

"This is one of the type that we use in the Centres and both the
male and the females seem to find it effective. It is far from
being the heaviest strap we use but it is sufficiently heavy to
give substantial pain. They are available from Amazon and I
suggest you order yours as soon as possible so that you can
start the new system with your servant. Remember, it's not just
the application that achieves the level of respect but also the
knowledge that come hell or high water, they will receive it at
the appointed time."

A shudder went around the standing prisoners.

That time would be entirely at the discretion of the owner,
perhaps first thing in the morning or at a set time in the
evening... it was up to her.

There was a brief murmur of conversation in the room and the
first question came from Mrs Rooney:

"What happens if I happen to have just thrashed my boy for some very real offence, as I have done just half an hour ago before we left home... Will I have to delay the maintenance?"

"Certainly not," replied Miss Sinclair. "The rules are very
clear in that no reduction in punishment is to be given because
of existing bruising or tenderness. The Strap will have to be
laid on hard... exactly on time."

Mrs Shaw indicated the nervous Chater to the ladies: "I am not
too happy with the business of disciplining my servant because
frankly, the sight of the naked male repulses me. Can I get
around this somehow so that he will receive the necessary
punishments to keep him in line but I will be spared the effort
and the embarrassment."

"Of course, of course." said Miss Sinclair with a smile. "Many
ladies feel the same way so we have introduced sessions at the
Centre so that any owner can send their prisoner along with a
note and one of the Correctional staff will inflict either the
punishment that you require, or if you leave it to them, one
that will have the desired effect. You can send them for either
a correction or for their weekly maintenance. If having
inflicted a specific punishment, he or she is due for a
maintenance thrashing they can be kept until the appointed time
and then given it. This does mean a longish trip by public
transport to and from the centre, but that should increase their
anticipation and I am sure that if the 'bus is full for the
return, the wardresses will have made sure that they don't mind

When the ladies laughter had died down there was one more
question from a well built horsey lady in a tweed jacket and
skirt. She pointed out a tall well built man in his late
twenties as her servant.

"I think that my boy will agree that I err on the side of
strictness when it comes to inflicting punishments and his
backside is kept in a suitably receptive state, but what happens
if I am unavoidably out of the house on the odd time he is due
for one of these regular sessions? I would fix Thursday at
7.30pm as being the set time just before I have dinner but I am
bound to be called away sometime or other."

"Do you have neighbours that you trust?"

"Indeed, on one side my neighbour is a good friend who is
greatly interested in my situation with a servant".

"Then the easiest solution would be to arrange for this lady to
beat your boy in your absence. Perhaps she could have a practice
run that needn't count the day before the scheduled beating. She
may need a little training from you but this would cover your
absence. When she does act on your behalf you can check the
punished area when you return to make sure that the strap was
laid on effectively just to be on the safe side."

The lady continued with her questions:

"I'm pretty happy about the concept and timing for this type of
punishment but I am worried about the level of effort that I
should put into the beating. Would it be possible for you to
demonstrate this Miss Sinclair?"

The room went silent. Miss Sinclair stood up, placed the strap
on her chair and removed her uniform jacket rolling up her

"This is one of the reasons for me being here so of course it is
possible. Which of the servants will assist in the demonstration

A murmur went round the room and it was mentioned that lots were
normally drawn to see which servant would receive any
demonstration punishment that may be required. Numbers were put
into Miss Sinclair's hat and each prisoner told to take one out.
It was then announced that the lowest one would be the one

A gasp came from the female in her early forties by the name of
Mortimer when she looked at the number in her hand. She had
committed no offence but would now have to submit to a harsh
strapping just on the whim of the Wardress. She was five feet
six inches in height with fair hair in two schoolgirl style
pigtails and somewhat overweight despite the stringent diet and
frequent exercise that her owner subjected her to. Without being
told she bent over the back of the chair and gripped the

Miss Sinclair had other ideas for her:

"One of the prime reasons for the maintenance system is that the
prisoner is denied any false modesty. They should always be
fully stripped for this so get your clothes off girl!"

Mortimer blushed furiously. She had hopes of maintaining some of
her self respect but that hope had been dashed. She was more shy
than most and resented having to display her less than perfect
figure to anyone who happened to be present. But she also knew
that with Miss Sinclair no hesitation should be displayed. She
didn't even bother to look at her owner so didn't see the lady's
self satisfied grin.

It was known to many in the room that Mortimer was the first
wife of the husband of one of the guests, Jayne Preston, an
extremely attractive lady in her late twenties. Jayne had set up
a flat together with Mortimer's then husband who had
subsequently been forced to be generous with the alimony to
Mortimer leaving his new wife with little of the luxuries she

When Jayne learned that Mortimer had been sent to a Correctional
Centre for an unrelated offence it had been a matter of time
before she could arrange for her husband's ex wife to be
delivered to her for "domestic duties". Now she would be able to
sit back and watch her suffer yet again.

Mortimer removed her blouse, skirt and shoes then to shouts of
"Hurry up girl!" she slipped off her large support bra allowing
her breasts to swing free. Small bruises were apparent over
their surface, and both nipples, large by nature, looked tender
and swollen. As she bent to remove her suspender belt and
stockings the after bruising of regular beatings were visible on
her over-large buttocks.

Mortimer had been left unshaved both underarm and crotch and
being forced to display the dark mass of hair greatly added to
her humiliation as her owner planned it would. Her panties were
hardly of consequence as the small white pair had bunched up
well into her cleft... but off they had to come.

Miss Sinclair instructed two of the males to manhandle an
armchair to the front of the audience and leave it with the back
facing them.

"The decision on whether to restrain your servant for punishment
is, of course, left entirely up to you. I recommend that all
Maintenance applications be laid on with the subject
unrestrained and therefore needing to display a level of self
control. This will add to the anticipation as it will open up
the possibility of being able to award penalty strokes for any
such lack of control."

Once more a shudder ran through the assembled prisoners. All
would normally opt for being strapped down to guarantee there
would be no penalties for movement. The securing straps removing
that opportunity for the hand to fly back or the movement of the
hips that could help to avoid a blow.

"So we will utilise the armchair here," Miss Sinclair went on
indicating that the woman should bend over it's well stuffed
back with her legs wide leaving her buttocks tight and high with
her thighs indecently spread. Her legs were shaking slightly
from the coldness of the room and the knowledge of how her
crotch was so shamefully exposed.

Miss Sinclair stood with her feet well apart, raised the strap
over her shoulder and brought it down on to the waiting cheeks
with a loud slap.

It left a white impression on the flesh when the buttocks had
rebounded. A low whinny came from the woman as the strap was
raised again and brought viciously down.

All eight strokes took but a minute to deliver with the target
lurching left and right but remaining tight over the back of the
chair. The buttocks were more white in colour before the
circulation returned as the woman was told to stand and then
face the audience at the 'present'.

Mortimer's face was flushed, and tears of shame and pain were
running down her screwed up face. She could see the group
staring with interest at her whole body as she was forced to
fight the pain and display herself to them. She consoled herself
with the belief that it was now over for her and that another
prisoner would be chosen as victim.

Once again Miss Sinclair had other thoughts.

"It is always necessary to consider the application of penalty
strokes following a beating of this type ladies. These are
entirely at the discretion of the disciplinarian but should
certainly be awarded for any refusal to remain in position, any
attempt to avoid the strokes or any verbal remarks that the
subject may let slip. Mortimer here has taken the demonstration
beating fairly well, but that doesn't relieve me, or her, from
giving a full demonstration to you. I will therefore have to lay
on two further strokes to show how I think these penalty strokes
should be applied."

Mortimer gasped in shock and, looking at Miss Sinclair shook her
head and said:

"P..please Miss.. No more... please!"

Without even looking in her direction Miss Sinclair said that
the penalty strokes would now be four in number.

It took some seconds before Mortimer was again positioned over
the chair. Her buttocks were now covered in red bars from the
strap and she continued to whine and sniffle with her runny

"Any penalty strokes must be given with the original
implement... but not necessarily to the same area. You will see
ladies that this girl has almost unmarked thighs so I will lay
the strap on to the tops of each. This will be a test of her
obedience so perhaps her owner would like to give her a word of
encouragement before I start."

Her owner walked over to the front of the chair and gently
lifted Mortimer's tear stained face. She then whispered a few
words in her ear and resumed her seat.

Without further waiting Miss Sinclair brought the strap down
across the left thigh top, then the right.

Whatever promises or threats Mortimer's owner had made to her,
they worked. It obviously hurt her to the core, but she remained
in position even when the last two were laid on with Miss
Sinclair's customary strength. She was then told to rejoin the
other, now more apprehensive, servants in their line which she
did with a shuffling gate and tears running down her face.

Miss Sinclair sat casually on the back of the chair and asked
for questions.

Mrs Shaw again mentioned her distaste at seeing her servant
naked and asked if the punishment sessions at the local
correctional centre could be expanded to include milking the
male prisoners.

Miss Sinclair responded with enthusiasm:

"Firstly we must also realise that the Government heads in
charge of the Correctional System are in the process of
requiring the female prisoners to undergo a similar form of
milking as it has been found that prolonged celibacy is as
detrimental to their health as well as the males. Naturally the
policy of making the event as unpleasant as possible will also
apply to them so any ideas that you ladies have would be
appreciated and I will pass them up the chain. But in the
meantime we can certainly make that service available to you Mrs
Shaw. When was your boy last milked?"

Hearing that it was over a month Mrs Sinclair looked concerned
and said that she had better check, calling Chater to the front.

"Many owners appreciate the benefits of keeping the males
frustrated but a limit of four weeks should be observed
otherwise they can either have a nocturnal emission that will
give the appearances to the owner of unauthorised masturbation
or become too interested in their female owner. The first
problem can easily be dealt with by giving him a sound caning on
the off chance that it was caused by him but the other can be
more of a problem with him staring with lust at any female that
he meets. Many owners simply cannot stand the sight of erections
and the official policy is that given release every month there
is no valid excuse for any tumescence other than being told to
become erect by the lady in charge of him. With Mrs Shaw's
permission I will examine this male for your benefit."

"Strip boy!"

Now it was Chater's turn to suffer. He removed his T shirt,
shorts and trainers and stood at the 'present' in just his
athletic support looking enquiringly at Mrs Shaw.

Mrs Shaw returned his look with a grimace and a shrug indicating
that she did not intend to object and that he was on his own
with the Wardress. She did however tell Miss Sinclair that his
support was her idea and what it did.

Miss Sinclair rubbed her hand over the front cup and could feel
a degree of swelling. She ordered him to remove it which he did
with some difficulty hopping from one foot to the other and
resumed a rigid 'present' position.. Almost immediately his
penis swelled to the fully erect state, despite his mental
efforts to control it.

"Well, ladies, even bearing in mind his delay in being milked
this is a blatant case of erection without permission that will
need dealing with. But first I will indicate the basics of
examining the male prisoner."

She reached into her bag and slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

"When examining your own servant it is up to you whether you
wear these but when examining a prisoner with whom you are not
familiar, I would recommend them especially if you find the
personal contact rather revolting. The first point I would make
is that the examination is to satisfy yourself with the male's
general condition and not to titillate him in any way. The body
search should also reveal any hidden items. Firm handling is the
secret and any discomfort he may feel is just a very necessary
part of the process. Prisoners like Chater here should be well
experienced in such examinations so should submit to the
handling without undue movement."

She then moved down his naked body starting with his mouth and
nostrils, demonstrating the sensitivity of his nipples and then
firmly grasping his penis.

"All of us have a view on whether, with the uncircumcised male,
the foreskin should be over the glans or pulled fully back. This
is certainly necessary for the hygiene check when the under rim
of the glans has to be checked for any deposits. This is
particularly important when chastity tubes are normally worn."

Chater, standing rigidly at the 'present' flinched only slightly
when his foreskin was snatched fully back and his penis was
twisted in all directions as the sensitive glans was checked.
One of the owners asked Miss Sinclair how she thought the area
should best be cleaned if, like her boy, it tended to collect
smegma that had a rather unpleasant smell.

"I hear from other lady owners that one of your old toothbrushes
dipped in one of the astringent mouthwashes and rubbed
vigorously all round the rim of the glans is very effective, if
somewhat uncomfortable. The more uncomfortable it is the more
effort the male will put into cleaning himself. For those
prisoners who are forbidden from touching their appendages it
will be up to their owner to carry out the cleansing as
frequently as is required. Also ladies, do not forget to carry
out frequent checks on the underwear for any signs of emission.
Any form of erection will often leave tell-tale leakage stains
that you should deal with harshly. This erection that has
suddenly appeared must be extremely embarrassing for you Mrs
Shaw so you will no doubt ensure that he is punished for it

She then placed her right hand under his scrotum and lifted it

"Now to the more sensitive areas ladies: Fear is one of our most
useful tools in disciplining these morons, and the fear of
having these hurt in any way always concentrates their minds.
Care has to be taken to avoid any possible damage but as even a
gentle slap... like this.... can hurt. One doesn't need to be

Despite his training Chater gasped and lurched forward as the
hand slapped the underside of his testicles. He had the good
sense to rapidly resume his position.

"The secret of testicle punishments is to give the boy plenty of
notice as to what is about to happen. Position them carefully
with, say, legs apart and genitals dangling. Tell him that you
are about to hurt him and then carry it out. The one word he
won't want to hear as he regains his composure is the word....
again... when he knows another slap is going to be inflicted."

"Just one area that we haven't examined ladies and one for which
latex gloves are always required." She delved into her bag and
quickly donned a second pair over the first.

She ordered him to bend over the back of the chair and spread
his legs wide.

"You would be surprised what these males can hide in their
rectum so never hesitate to give them a thorough examination up
as high as is necessary. Lubricate generously for your sake more
than his and...."

She forced two fingers harshly into the puckered orifice.

"Probe him deeply!"

She then went on to show the disposable plastic speculum that
she recommended using to widen his anus painfully so that a
visual inspection could be made with a flashlight.

With a flushed face Chater was dismissed back to the line up,
and that seemed to complete the talk while the room soon became
a hubbub of conversation as the ladies discussed their ideas,
none of which would be pleasant for the servants.

Over the next week or so the policy of Maintenance Beatings was
commenced by the assembled owners with the delay only caused by
a wait for the approved strap to arrive by courier. Most of them
came with a bottle of oil with which the flexibility of the
leather could be increased at the expense of an increase in the

Following the official suggestions the straps were hung next to
the prisoners' beds with the day and time of the appointed
application written alongside. They provided a chilling and
constant reminder of what was inevitably to come.

Several of the prisoners also found themselves catching buses to
the new Local Corrections Volunteer office when their owners
couldn't be bothered to thrash their servants themselves,
noticed that they needed milking, or were due for a Maintenance
Beating. Or sometimes all three.

To add to their misery, orders came down that any prisoner out
in public was to wear and display an identity pass so that any
female member of the public could note their name and pass on a
compliment about their behaviour... or raise a complaint.

Serving in the Community was about to become far worse than
doing time in the Correctional Centres.

The previous episode, Chapter 80, is at:-

January 7, 2011

teasing and denial fun NOT humiliation

Date: 7 Jan 2011 05:58:21 -0000
From: MichaelK

It is great to find DOMestic not only active again, but showing
just how good it can be!

As a man who does not want anything to do with humiliation I
hope I can add a new perspective.

Firstly, I think Christine has done an excellent job in
"humiliating to him - sexy for me" of showing how a partner who
does not enjoy giving humiliation in itself, can find ways of
not only making her partner very happy, but having a good time

And David provided a great explanation of why some men enjoy
humiliation in the "Lovely Humiliation" thread.

But I have worries about his examples of a teenage male asking
the girl he fancies for a dance / out on a date / or whatever.

For every "kinky" David who enjoys the second scenario there may
be a "Sensitive" Sam who has finally worked up the courage to
ask a girl out, and is then faced with the second scenario.

Sensitive Sam also feels deeply humiliated. But for him there is
nothing positive / fun / sexy about this.

Humiliation is a powerful emotion, and of course it can be
damaging if used not for fun.

Poor sensitive Sam is traumatized by what happens. It is many
months before he works up the courage to ask another girl out.
She rejects him in the nice way of scenario one, but sensitive
Sam now wonders whether she too is laughing at him. It may take
years for sensitive Sam to recover.

David's scenario 2 is a fun BDSM fantasy for those who enjoy
humiliation, but it is not BDSM because it is missing the
essential ingredient of consent.

For me to be happy with scenario 2 there would have to be some
"flirty" conversation during which the girl jokingly suggests
something humiliating, the man jokingly replies in a positive
way, she says something more serious, he replies with a subtext
of "I know what you mean, and I would love you to go further and
really humiliate me."

Of course the real world, and some people in it, can be cruel.
So I'm sure that there are women who would "enjoy" humiliating
Sensitive Sam. But that is not BDSM - it is just abuse.

The interactions between David and Christine on the other hand
are very clearly consensual. Christine has a very good
understanding of what David likes and David enjoys what happens.
Instead of David being traumatized, he gains great "pleasure"
from what happens, and as anyone who has read this digest for
many years knows, David and Christine's relationship has
benefited greatly from what they do.

When I read about men who are into humiliation not being able to
get what they would like, I feel fortunate that this is not one
of my kinks.

When I introduce my practice of Devotional Sex to a new date or
a friend, I tell them that I'm NOT into humiliation. If I get to
the stage of giving them a foot massage, during the massage I
tell them how I will do as they wish. I say something like:-

"This is all about mutual fun and not humiliation. If you tell
me to take my shirt off, and I feel that you are doing this to
humiliate me, then that is the end of things. But if later on
you have me naked, and you asked me to play with myself so that
you can enjoy watching me, and I feel that this had nothing to
do with humiliation and is just mutual fun, then this would be

Fortunately for me most women are not into humiliation. So my
words have led many otherwise vanilla women to explore what I'm
offering them, and I've often ended up naked at their feet.

As someone who will not accept humiliation, I don't think I
could give it. If I had a partner who wanted a session where she
was to be humiliated, even though we would both knew she would
enjoy feeling humiliated, I just don't think I could do it for

And if I really tried, not only do I think I would feel wrong
doing this, I don't think I would be very convincing when I

So maybe I understand how Pat/gwpm's wife feels when he wants
her to humiliate him. Maybe, like me, humiliating someone is
something that she just cannot get into.

Pat also says that his wife "doesn't like teasing and denial at
all, so I just 'want'."

If feeling humiliated is a big part of Pat's enjoyment of
teasing and denial then I have no advice for him.

But if humiliation is not needed, then I believe it is fairly
easy to arrange things so that he can get some teasing and
denial fun. But as this is no longer about humiliation, and as
I've been slammed on another forum for "excessive self
promotion", I'll say no more now.

Humiliation is interesting in that it is all in the mind. As an
earlier posting said, I woman urinating on her partner can be
just sexy fun and not be humiliating. Yet a Mistress gently
telling her partner off for bad table manners when dining with
friends may be deeply humiliating to him and provide a great

What matters is each of us finding out what works best for us
and our partners.

An earlier poster complained about DOMestic being too extreme.
Even though what David and Christine do together is too extreme
for me, I enjoy reading about their dynamic and the pleasure
they both derive from this. Their wisdom and experience have
messages far greater than just what they do. (And I just ignore
any stories I find too extreme.)

Thanks again for a great digest!


January 6, 2011

Lovely Humiliation

From: "David" at u4ds.com
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2011 17:59:04 -0000


Humiliation for a masochist like me is a sweeter kind of pain.
Since I was no more than a boy, for any suffering to be enjoyed
by me, it had to be administered by a girl or woman I desired.

It's a common misconception that masochism simply means enjoying
the physical sensation of pain. It is not "usually" that simple.

Here's a few snippets from the Wikipedia page on Sadomasochism.

(a) Masochists do not usually enjoy pain in other scenarios,
such as accidental injury, medical procedures, and so on, but...
...may sexually enjoy either physical or mental pain being done
to them provided that also brings enjoyment and pleasure to

and in discussing "Havelock Ellis" and his "Studies in the
Psychology of Sex":-

(b) The sadomasochist generally desires that the pain be
inflicted or received in love, not in abuse, for the pleasure of
either one or both participants. This mutual pleasure may even
be essential for the satisfaction of those involved.

You can read the whole page at:


if you would like to understand more about the definitions and
study of Sadomasochism.

The key word for me in (a) is "provided" and the key phrase in
respect of humiliation is of course "mental pain". In (b) the
words most relevant to my own experience are "love", "mutual
" and "essential".

So cruelty and humiliation suffered at the hands of female
authority figures in my childhood did not bring me any pleasure
at all, quite the opposite, but when the female was one who
attracted me or aroused my burgeoning sexual interest the
cruelty was pleasurable to a degree.

The greater the desire or sexual-love interest, the more the
pleasure in being humiliated by her.

In "Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me" Christine wrote:

>My David still enjoys humiliation

And pussikat steve asked:

>Do you think David really does actually enjoy humiliation?

And my reply:-

Yes I do, but as you and Wikipedia both point out, it is not
"for it's own sake" but is "provided that also brings enjoyment
and pleasure" to Christine.

Pain (including humiliation) imposed by "others" in general
terms was always distressing and not ever enjoyable for me.
Whereas some masochists might find any pain administered by an
apparent sadist enjoyable, for me it has to be the woman who I
think I'm in love with, or at the very least one with whom I'm
in lust with.

Sexual desire is an essential part of the equation for me, and I
think suffering without it is just not fun. To quote again from
the discussion of Ellis on Wikipedia:-

"it is often the designated masochist who may direct such
activities, through subtle emotional cues perceived or mutually
understood and consensually recognized by the designated sadist"

To demonstrate the early burgeoning pleasures of humiliation,
and the kinds of scenario which might involve this "subtle"
consent. I'll give two hypothetical examples involving the pain
of rejection.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

(1) A teenage male asks the girl he fancies for a dance / out on
a date / or whatever.

She replies, no thanks, sorry, "I already have a boyfriend."

He has been rejected, but somewhat gently, and without any
intended cruelty. He hasn't "suffered" very much, but probably
didn't enjoy the experience very much either.

(2) Take the same youngster, asking another girl he finds
equally attractive, and at first the same question.

She replies, "I might be interested, if you show me how much you
want me."

He is lost for words. He is young and is tempted to bluster, but
he can't think of what to say, her response is beyond his
experience or expectation.

Her phone rings (conveniently for my plot!). So she quickly puts
him out of his misery, and dismisses him with.. "Bring me
flowers next time you ask me, now go away, I'm busy...."

As he turns to leave, he hears her laughter, and turns back to
see that she is watching him while she talks. He hears her words
to someone on the phone, perhaps a girlfriend, "he's quite cute,
but a bit of a wimp, so I told him he had to bring me flowers

More laughter, and now she turns away and moves out of earshot.

He has been led on, almost completely rejected, certainly
suffered some minor humiliation. And yet he could see she
enjoyed her cruelty with him. But now he is on a promise that he
might be considered if he proves himself to be her "wimp" and
brings her flowers.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

If, like me, you find the second scenario slightly sexually
exciting and much more interesting than the first. You are quite
possibly a sadomasochist and might enjoy humiliation.

If the young man were a masochist looking for a partner, the
girl in the first example has not given any signals to indicate
any potential for sadism.

Whereas in the second example above, she has quite deliberately
it seems to him, shown she enjoyed her cruelty by making him
hear her comments and laughter.

If he does accept her terms and bring her flowers he is
indulging in submissive and masochistic behaviour which is
inviting her to mistreat him further. If he is a masochist and
she is to be his designated sadist their mutual dance may just
have begun.

In reality what may happen is that he is scared silly and never
brings her flowers and the girl is thus discouraged from
indulging her sadism with other men. Or he may bring her flowers
and she quickly loses interest because she is not as sadistic as
she first appeared. Reality can be disappointing like that.

As a youngster I had many experiences which were similar to the
hypothetical ones above, and of course many ended in
disappointment. Sometimes I lost interest in the girl perhaps
because my masochist had not found a designated sadist. But on
several occasions the "girl" I currently fancied enjoyed some
small degree of sadism with me before moving on to another boy.

While it's true that I "suffered" these experiences, there is no
doubt in my mind when I review them from my current vantage
point that I was enjoying my suffering and heightened excitement
levels when the girl in question was cruel and indulged in
subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) humiliation.

Wikipedia also discusses "primary" and "secondary" masochism. In
a primary masochism the masochist undergoes a complete, not just
a partial, rejection by the model or courted object (or sadist),
possibly involving the model taking a rival as a preferred mate.

In a secondary masochism, by contrast, the masochist experiences
a less serious, more feigned rejection and punishment by the
model. Secondary masochism, in other words, is the relatively
casual version, more akin to a charade, and most commentators
are quick to point out its contrivedness.

Regardless of whether you feel it is contrived or not, when
indulging in this sadomasochistic "charade" both participants
can have a lot of fun with it without getting into the heavier
aspects of BDSM.

Certainly, if you discuss it with your partner and agree to have
some fun with it, then you are "contriving" and some folk think
that this is roleplay and therefore not "real". Personally I
think that if you don't discuss it, you are in danger of hurting
one another so role-play is safer.

If you enjoy FemDom but not physical pain then humiliation can
cut out any agony of the physical sensation of pain and get
straight to the good bit. At least it does for a masochist like
me. The sweet agony of humiliation when you know that your
Mistress is loving being "mean" to you.

For the Mistress who doesn't enjoy administering physical
punishment or discipline, the cruel tortures of teasing, denial,
rejection and thus humiliation of the masochistic victim can be
a form of sadism she can find much more acceptable.

Although, for me, the pain is often even sweeter when she goes
on to administer some physical punishment as well, but that's
another story.

David at Ms-Christine.com

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# Re: C: chaste slavery triangle - polyamory problems
# C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
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C: my devoted sissy maid
Date: 6 Dec 2010 15:31:12 -0000
From: Mistress Anne

Altho' I haven't posted in quite some time, I still enjoy the

I have a sissy maid who has served me for almost 6 years. It
wasn't long before our relationship deepened and we love each
other. Not every visit is total BDSM, we enjoy vanilla
activities as well and my children love him. Only one is aware
he is also my sub.

Last January I fell and broke my leg in two places, the femur
and the tibia. To make a long story short, I spent a total of 8
months in the hospital, 6 of which I had an external fixator
with steel rods in my leg.

Not once did my sissy maid falter in his servitude and care of
me. He knew I was concerned he'd leave (I am 22 years older than
he is). He told me he would wait 100 years for me to get well
and come home..... could anyone ask for more devotion than that.

After six months, his hospital visits became more discrete
"play" which was lots of fun!

I am home now for three months, in a wheelchair and able to walk
short distances. I am getting stronger.. he can testify to that
when he gets a spanking. :)

I am beginning to see my other two subs who have been patient as

Look forward to reading more posts.

Mistress Anne

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Re: C: chaste slavery triangle - polyamory problems
Date: 6 Dec 2010 02:49:56 -0000
From: grgslave

Hi there

On the love triangle issue, i have heard from people with
experience in swinging, that it does not end well for the
original couple... for both of them mostly... so... careful with
what you wish for... you might get it! (and not like it when you
have it in your reality)

greetings from warm Costa Rica

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C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
Date: 29 Dec 2010 06:22:34 -0000
From: Claire


I love all of the ideas here! I met a guy that likes to be
humiliated. I think I can do it, even though I've never done it,
but is it normal to get turned on by them being humiliated?

How can I be pleased sexually and still be humiliating to him?

Any more humiliating ideas or sites you'd like to recommend?



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Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2011 17:07:19 -0000

Hello Claire,

A few of my own ideas which I hope you'll find useful are near
the end if this post. But I'd like to invite others to share
their own favourite ways of giving the dominant sexual pleasure
while at the same time humiliating the submissive partner.

DOMestic is about all of us sharing so please post your own
ideas and favourites.

Claire (aka Rookie) wrote:

>I met a guy that likes to be humiliated.

Me too! I met one of those well over 30 years ago in 1979 and I
stayed with him. My David still enjoys humiliation, and I wish
you both a similarly long and happy time together.

>I think I can do it, even though I've never done it

Like you I had "never done it" so I'm pretty sure that like me
you can do it too Claire. The fact that you are here reading
DOMestic means that the idea has some appeal to you, and that's
mostly all that matters.

>but is it normal to get turned on by them being humiliated?

Yes. It's normal for a significant proportion of humanity.
Especially those of us who are into kinkiness. Even some folk
who are not knowingly kinky find excitement in the humiliation
of others, (look at some reality TV shows for evidence of it's

But it's far more rewarding, in my opinion, to understand what
excites you and your partner, and find ways to both give each
other what you both want, rather than taking pleasure in the
humiliation of some stranger on a TV show.

It's also normal not to find it sexy yourself, so don't worry if
you don't find humiliating him turns you on sexually. You can
still find ways in which you can get your own pleasure while
making him happy.

>How can I be pleased sexually and still be humiliating to him?

If, like me, you simply find that your partner being aroused by
what you do to him, is exciting to you, then you are halfway
there. Then all you need to work out is the ways in which you
will get your own orgasm.

Don't worry if his humiliation doesn't always turn you on. You
can still get your pleasure from having him please you with his
mouth, and knowing it is highly exciting to him to serve in this
way. (I've never met a man who didn't find giving such oral
service highly exciting)

It can be a bit confusing if/when you find that your partner
enjoys being denied an orgasm himself. So taking your own
pleasure and leaving him wanting more takes a bit of getting
used to for some ladies.

If he likes to ejaculate at the end of a session then you may
find the whole scenario less confusing and complicated.

If you find leaving him wanting more and begging for his own
completion is enjoyable, and denying him release, even after you
have taken your own pleasure is fun, then you should find
keeping some masochistic submissives happy is particularly easy
to do.

>Any more humiliating ideas or sites you'd like to recommend?

I have lots of humiliating ideas, and there are plenty more for
you to read here on DOMestic, and I've never needed another site
for ideas.

To provide the most suitable ideas for you and your new partner
it might be helpful if you also told us a bit more about what he
says turns him on. Whether he enjoys denial, pain, spanking,
chastity, toilet play, etc.

But here is a very basic starter for you:-

I always found that the moans David makes when he is on the
verge of ejaculation, but denied permission to release by being
restrained in a painful way, were very arousing to me. I'm not a
natural sadist, but the noises were themselves stimulating to me
because those moans sounded orgasmic in a conventional way. I
think many people find orgasmic noises sexy.

So in the early days, after some conventional kissing and
cuddling I'd lead him to the bedroom where I found myself being
inventive and using many different ways to restrain David and
make him kiss my feet (or elsewhere) while I lay on the bed (or
sat on his face) and masturbated myself to multiple orgasms.

I'd often have his hands restrained so that he couldn't touch
himself. Sometimes I'd have him wearing a spiky penis corset, so
that his arousal at what he saw and heard caused him both
frustration and pain.

Once I could trust him to obey and not ejaculate without my
permission, my favourite became to make him use nettles on
himself as a way to administer pain to prevent orgasm. I'd
simply say "now" once in a while, and his painful moans in
response would come from the foot of the bed as evidence of his

Some folk enjoy deep heat creams as they are less intense and
safer than the nettles in their area - the nettles in the
British Isles are mild and generally safer than some in the USA.
Other methods include making him apply and remove clothes pegs.
They can all produce satisfying moaning noises. (when applied
to either genitals or nipples)

I often found that I would have several climaxes in this way,
and both his obedience and moans would become very sexy for me,
before summoning him to join me and lay between my legs and use
his mouth to give me several more climaxes.

Any leakage or wet patches on the bed that were not obviously my
own, would result in some punishment afterwards for him for
"making a mess". If I felt that I wanted to give him release,
then he could be promised release after he had taken his
punishment, but not given any release unless he took his
punishment obediently.

Then one of the most humiliating ways to permit him to ejaculate
was to send him to lay in the bath and await my pleasure with
instruction to keep himself on the verge until I arrived.

Then, after I recovered and when I was ready to urinate I would
join him in the bathroom. As I sat on the edge of the bath I'd
order him to get his face up under me, and only to "spurt"
himself after he had drunk several mouthfuls from my fountain.

Another way to humiliate afterwards for those who are not into
"golden" toilet play is to make him lay face down and "fuck" the
bath as one stands over him and mocks him for not being a real
man, but just a wanker who is not permitted to put his cock into
a real woman.

Another fun way to "ruin" his ejaculation, if he is into women
being "mean" to him, is to spray him with cold water from the
shower head at the moment of his climax.

If you are not sure whether he would enjoy golden play, offer
him a choice. "You can now lay face down and fuck the bath while
I give you a cold shower, or if you want to really please me
you'll beg to drink from my hot fountain as you spurt..."

Laugh or giggle at anything that amuses you, as that's music to
most male masochists' ears. They do like to know you are
enjoying yourself.


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

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Re: C: humiliation ideas needed
Date: 25 Dec 2010 00:47:19 -0000
From: Brendan

On 6 Jul 2009 at 11:54, M wrote:

>taking my slave to a weekend long outdoor SM event with 200
>other pervys -snip- looking for some fresh new ideas that will
>make my slave squirm, blush, and be downright mortified with
>humiliation. -snip- He has a very small penis

There need be no more ado about his penis. Instead affix a
leather sheath to make his dick look really good. Leave balls
exposed. Print cards that read:-

Mistress C, my Goddess, declares: "his dick is mine, but do him
'good' please!" Order "kneel to receive - head up, mouth wide
open" or "Kneel - ass up, really high, yes make it red!"

Slave is to hand this card to every female dom. After a proper
bow and perfect curtsy. He will say:-

"Goddess, your golden flow then then use this nice squirt
smartly. Please!"

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Re: C: humiliation ideas needed
Date: 4 Jan 2011 23:33:55 -0000
From: Steve

Dress him in ladies panties and instruct him to masturbate.
Remove the cum filled panties and put them on his head or in his
mouth. Make him stand naked like this until he can cum again.

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C: nuked returns to dating
From: "Darryl Ducharme" - nuked potatoes
Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2010 20:29:49 -0700

Hello Christine and david,

It's all wonderful this year and I'm looking forward to the New
Year :-) i love all that i read, and i'll share a little online
dating experience?

I am away from my city a few weeks at a time... i lost my
lover... so what to do but move on?.... i dared to try online
dating.... And WOW! i think it's christmas season! I met a woman
the same age as me... well close... and She says Hi. It's not a
D/s thing, the ad was just normal. hi how are you She works at a
Casino... i don't really want to say more... and i tell her...
hey i will be in town! like to meet?

She said YES

All this stuff is going through my mind... and i ask her...
would you like to go for dinner? SHE looks so good! when we
meet... i have to keep some composure, so i am really being a
nice guy

She put her heel in my crotch at the restaurant!

My mind is racing... really what do i do? i can fuck up
everything right here and now. I pretend it's nothing and ask
her if she'd like some wine.

She pushes her heel into my cock HARD..... i got the message...
i think? looking over the menu... i knew i was hungry She took
my hand and told me "darryl...." pushing harder into my cock
with her heel, and said "darryl, i am really happy you take me
for supper."

I was melted before this and i really did not want to wreck it.
We ordered food, bought wine.... both knew it was not over. We
took my car, we were at a nearby bar and i did not know how to
take her home.

She suggested She drive.... i was more than tired and also
drunk. So was not much convincing for me.... she pushed her toes
on my crotch. She started asking me about sex.

I told her i loved it!

She asked me if i liked toys?

I told her honestly i loved how she was dressed and her high
heels, then we never spoke a word. We stopped at a store, i
needed ciggys too, then for booze, bought a pizza. I carried it

We kissed and kissed after, put music on, but was so HOT. She
squirted on me when i was down on her.... and she really liked
it and pushed me back down.....

Then i fucked her so hard.

I woke up between her legs....

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Re: C: all alone here
Date: 6 Dec 2010 02:49:56 -0000
From: grgslave

On 5 Dec 2010 Christine and David wrote:

>we, the moderators, are the only people who have posted any
>messages to DOMestic.

Hi there:

No, you are not alone!

I read every one of your Digests, especially the stories, and
some of the interesting discussions.

greetings from warm Costa Rica

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Re: C: all alone here
Date: 9 Dec 2010 16:12:43 -0000
From: mandee

Hi Ms. Christine and David,

I have been a reader of yours for many years, way back on
Alt.sex.stories and I so much appreciate your sharing your life
style with us. I have just discovered this site believe it or
not and have bookmarked it so as to be a regular reader.

I live alone as it true of many of us who are both submissive
and TG and as I am older my interest in such matters has waned.
However, I do feel a kinship to those in the community whom I
know and hope to stay in touch,


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Re: C: all alone here
Date: 4 Jan 2011 23:11:33 -0000
From: jboy2386

This is not good. I have been a lurker and occasional poster for
years. Does this mean that we are all too old? Do submissive
desires wane with age?

I was the original "West Coast reviewer" of the CD videos and
have always had such a soft spot for both of our "hosts".

My life has lead me through divorce to a wonderful marriage
where femdom is part of my daily life. I really feel that you
guys have helped me get to where I want to be.

What can we do to enliven this quiet blog?

I have some great true stories. Perhaps we should all share?!


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Re: C: all alone here
Date: 5 Jan 2011 14:08:06 -0000
From: MichaelK


Some true stories would be great!

I don't think that we are too old, or that this digest is too old.

Unfortunately I suspect that what has changed is people's
attention spans, and they now want quick fixes. People must be
moving to blogs and forums which are instant.

One of the good things about DOMestic is that it has been gently
moderated. The price of moderation is that there is a delay
between posting and people reading your message.

If the quiet patch continues, perhaps DOMestic needs to change
to become a forum? If you can't beat them, join them.

DOMestic has also been generous in allowing links to other
sites, and my site has had many such links. I still get visitors
from DOMestic. And what I notice is that DOMestic readers spend
a little longer reading my site than those arriving via Google.

People waste lots of time chatting in forums. DOMestic has been
great because it has been something worth spending some time to

I've been reading DOMestic since the days of dial-up modems, and
it has been the high quality of some of the contributions which
has made each digest worth a look.

So I very much hope that this quiet patch ends, and people
continue to post to this valuable forum



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Re: C: all alone here
From: "Christine and David" at u4ds.com
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:09:08 -0000


grgslave wrote:

>No, you are not alone!

Thanks Greg. We had a number of similar replies both on and off
list. All, without exception, wished for DOMestic to continue,
it seems, in it's present form.

We'll reply to those who posted here. Sadly we can't post the
comments some people send to the support email address unless
you request us to post it. So we can only post and reply to the
messages sent to the DOMestic address, or those posted directly
using the forum at u4ds.com. We don't have enough time available
to indulge in off-list communication.

>I read every one of your Digests, especially the stories, and
>some of the interesting discussions.

And we've both noticed that you sometimes reply to those
discussions. Please keep it up. Helpful replies to the questions
of newbies are always welcome.

Mandee wrote:

>I have been a reader of yours for many years, way back on
>Alt.sex.stories and I so much appreciate your sharing your life
>style with us

Thanks Mandee. But DOMestic is not just about us, it is meant to
be mostly about you and other readers sharing your life-styles
and your ideas and experiences. The way you make DOMestic
relevant to your tastes is to post about them here.

>I have just discovered this site believe it or not

Hmmm... It's a shame that you didn't discover us earlier.
Perhaps you didn't follow the links we provided to the online
forum at u4ds.com in the digest, on Alt.sex.stories, and in
other newsgroups.

>and have bookmarked it so as to be a regular reader.

Great. But please continue posting as well as reading. Without
feedback like yours and posts from other readers this forum
would become very dull as it would only be about Christine and
David and our tastes and preferences.

>as I am older my interest in such matters has waned. However,
>I do feel a kinship to those in the community whom I know and
>hope to stay in touch,

Please do stay in touch, and as an older member of the community
you'll have much experience that you can relate here, or help
and advice you can provide to other folk young and old.

jboy2386 wrote:

>Does this mean that we are all too old? Do submissive desires
>wane with age?

David says that's his submissive desires have not waned at all,
but he has had to become a bit more realistic in his expectation
of activity levels and styles.

The knees seem to complain first for us oldies. We're both in
our mid-fifties now and kneeling for David is not as much fun as
it was when he was younger - and sitting on his face even on a
soft bed can be hard on Christine's knees.

>I was the original "West Coast reviewer" of the CD videos and
>have always had such a soft spot for both of our "hosts".

Thanks Jboy, your video review was most welcome and is still on
our web site, and we've had a few other reviews posted to
DOMestic since then. We also notice that you post here regularly
so please continue.

>I really feel that you guys have helped me get to where I want
>to be.

Believe us when we say its been a mutual journey. We both grew
with and learned from our interaction with folk on DOMestic over
the last 15 years. We hope that with reader support in the form
of posting their comments advice and experiences here that
others will continue to benefit.

>What can we do to enliven this quiet blog?

Responding, as you do, when folk ask questions is helpful. We
were once criticised for responding too quickly to questions
ourselves, and thereby stifling comment by not giving other
readers a chance to post their opinions first. This was part of
the reason we created the blog so you could all get in early.

Now that the blog on u4ds.com posts both comments and your
replies to them almost immediately, you don't need to wait for
the now infrequent digest before responding yourselves.

Sometimes life gets in the way and we don't have the time to
write our own often long and thoughtful replies ourselves as
soon as we would want to. But we always find the time to post
the feedback of others on u4ds.com - sometimes within minutes,
and usually within hours of receipt.

>I have some great true stories. Perhaps we should all share?!

Yes, definitely. You don't need to ask. While fictional stories
are fun for some it is the true experiences that many couples
actually want to read on DOMestic and which tend to encourage

MichaelK wrote:

>People must be moving to blogs and forums which are instant.

Yes. We both think that may well be the case. We could make
DOMestic on u4ds.com both instant and unmoderated. The problem
is that to do that we would have to force the user to register,
and we would have to disallow (or moderate) posts which included
web site links, or the forum would soon become full of spam.

We like the fact that DOMestic allows you to be anonymous and
doesn't require registration. However, we also think that some
folk reading the digest may not realise how quickly and easily
they can post their messages or replies on u4ds.com

>One of the good things about DOMestic is that it has been
>gently moderated.

We think that is true, but if the price of that is that everyone
posts their feedback on the unmoderated forums, or those that
require registration, then we would be left with no choice but
to follow suit or let DOMestic die.

Your own posts here have been long, quite regular, and well
considered. We are both sure they will have been helpful to
those of more gentle tastes, so please continue.

>The price of moderation is that there is a delay between
>posting and people reading your message.

The delay if posting via u4ds.com is so short as to be
irrelevant to all except those who want the most instant kind of
chatter. We rarely find the need to delay a genuine post longer
than a few hours.

>If the quiet patch continues, perhaps DOMestic needs to change
>to become a forum? If you can't beat them, join them.

We believe that the way u4ds.com works, it is a forum now. Just
that most of the current DOMestic folk are not using it as such.
It is only those folk who wait for the digest before responding
who see a long delay in their response appearing.

We did run the FEMdom_sex list on Topica in unmoderated format
for quite a while, but even there the inability for the system
to stop malware and spam caused us to set that list to being

If those who once enjoyed chatting on FEMdom_sex would like us
to set up a registration system that would allow instantaneous
chatter, we'll give it a go.

>DOMestic has also been generous in allowing links to other
>sites, and my site has had many such links

Yes, but the effect of allowing links is that we must moderate
in some way to stop the spammers and malware. We run other
forums that require registration in our web hosting business and
we know that even spammers are capable of registering on a site
to get their messages through.

>People waste lots of time chatting in forums

We would like to see some of those people spending their time
replying to messages on u4ds.com - it's not instant chatter, but
folk can now use things like Twitter for that kind of chat now:-


We believe that short messages posted @DOMesticFemDom could also
be a valuable way to chat and share via DOMestic. Or have we
misunderstood how Twitter is being used by everyone else

>I very much hope that this quiet patch ends, and people
>continue to post to this valuable forum

Thanks Michael, We've seen it pick up a bit since we mentioned
the lull, but we think that folk could make much better use of
the free forum on u4ds.com

What is important is that the over ten thousand recipients of
the digest don't all passively read what is sent out, but
instead start to join in as well at:-


and/or via Twitter there so that we will grow to be even more
useful to you all in the next fifteen years.

Christine and David at Ms-Christine.com

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C: delicate humiliations of sissyhood in loving Femdom
Date: 9 Dec 2010 16:26:36 -0000
From: Mandee

Dear Ms. Christine and David,

After reading "Jim's Story - part thirty-two", I now recall why
I have not been a more active follower. I am essentially a soft
submissive preferring the delicate humiliations of sissyhood
where moderate spankings and being shown in femme finery are
more the mode.

You both seem to be into much more severe forms of BDSM than I
find palatable although I like the idea of loving Femdom. Just
thought I would share that with you.


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Re: C: delicate humiliations of sissyhood in loving Femdom
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2011 22:01:21 -0000
From: "David" at u4ds.com


Mandee wrote:

>After reading "Jim's Story - part thirty-two", I now recall why
>I have not been a more active follower

I'm not sure if you also read the preceding thirty one episodes,
none of which were as extreme as the episode you mention which
is posted later in this digest.

I can't be certain, but I imagine the author "Randolphus" was
making the point that his own tastes were not this extreme
either. Certainly his main character, Jim, is portrayed as not
enjoying the treatment he received in that episode.

I can say without a shadow of doubt that I would not enjoy the
treatment Jim suffered at the hands of his sister in law. But I
have enjoyed my understanding of the character of Jim as it has
unfolded in the story thus far. And I understand there are at
least another ten episodes to go.

>I am essentially a soft submissive preferring the delicate
>humiliations of sissyhood where moderate spankings and being
>shown in femme finery are more the mode.

You are not alone, and there are many like you reading DOMestic.
We can tell that, not least by the "sissy" style user names and
email addresses used by many of those who subscribe to the
digest. But if those folk don't post more about their/your own
tastes then they will not be reflected in content published

>You both seem to be into much more severe forms of BDSM than I
>find palatable

You should not make the mistake of thinking that content is
selected to reflect our own tastes. That's not how we have ever
run DOMestic.

We are an equal opportunity bdsm and FemDom forum ;-) We post
what you send in. Fiction would be tame if everybody was unmoved
by what they read, or found every word in accord with their own

Our moderation is not in any way selective of the content that
we find palatable. Over the years we have posted a lot of stuff
that we find way too extreme for our own tastes. We have even
posted stuff that made us feel ill. We may have to read it to
edit and moderate, but unlike us, other readers can always skip
to the next message.

The point is to encourage all to share here. So if any folk
reading would like to see more gentle FemDom stuff here, then
please post some. I'd be fairly certain that Christine and I
would both enjoy reading it, and that we would not be alone.

>although I like the idea of loving Femdom.

Yep, that is in essence what we like.

>Just thought I would share that with you. Hugs Mandee

Thanks, hugs back, and please continue to share. Perhaps you
would like to post something about your own experiences or
fantasies to share with those of like mind?


Download "Games People Play" by David.

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Re: C: delicate humiliations of sissyhood in loving Femdom
Date: 22 Dec 2010 20:03:09 -0000
From: Denzil Blaquiere

i want to read letters and blogs. i would like to view some
dominant movies.


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Re: U: The Cuckoldress Videos
Date: 8 Dec 2010 09:13:33 -0000
From: bobby

I need a cuckoldress

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Re: U: The Cuckoldress Videos
From: "Christine" at MsChristine.com
Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2010 14:42:06 -0000

Hello bobby,

you wrote:

>I need a cuckoldress

Unfortunately, your post was too short to be useful to you or to
anyone reading.

I suggest reading the guidelines thoroughly, and then writing a
long and sincere introduction. Be sure to avoid brief
descriptions, women want to know all about you, your hopes,
desires, interests and ambitions in life, not just the sex.

Be sure to mention where you are in the world. As the list is

For further guidelines see:-




See Christine and David on video

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S: Jim's Story - part thirty-two
Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2010 17:16:30 -0400
From: randolphus

Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part thirty-two - Thursday

Incredibly we cleaned out the place, and sold the house and it
was only Thursday. There was food but no table and no chairs. I
made us breakfast but I had to serve Betty sitting on her bed. I
ate on the floor at her feet.

I said: "Miss Betty, I can pack everything left in the house
including your bed in a few hours. We can eat at a restaurant
along the way and be at Sarah's house tonight."

Betty said: "You will pack up everything left in the house; then
we will drive to Las Vegas and stay overnight. Tomorrow morning
we will drive to Sarah's house."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I packed everything, with a little help from Betty with her bed.

From Henderson to Las Vegas was a short trip and we arrived at
1:30 in the afternoon. Betty knew where we were going and she
guided me to a hotel where we got a room. Betty and I checked
the room and then she said we were leaving. In the car she
directed me to a semi commercial area that did not look like it
catered to tourists. We found the address.

We parked in a lot with a few other cars in front of a two or
three story building. I locked the van and followed Betty. She
went in a door that said private and nothing else. I followed
her in. A man was sitting at a counter that had a phone. Betty
said something to him and a door opened that I hadn't seen.
Betty took my hand and we went in. It was a nice well lit room.
A pretty lady sat behind a desk. She and Betty shook hands, and
the lady said: "Is this Jim?"

Betty said: "Yes."

The lady said to Betty: "Have him read this and sign it. I'll
need to see his driver's license."

Betty took the papers and led me to a sofa and indicated I
should sit with her. Betty said: "Read the papers and sign them,
if you make a fuss here I promise you that you'll regret it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I read the papers, they said I was here for corporal punishment,
I was in good health and I won't hold Global Entertainment
liable for anything. And that it will hurt. And that's what the
$400 fee is for; summarizing 9 pages.

I said: "Miss Betty, can't I just give you the $400 and you can
beat me?"

Betty said: "Sign it and give me your driver's license;" I did
and I had butterflies in my stomach.

The pretty receptionist checked the driver's license with my
signature and she wrote the information on the application I had
signed and gave Betty the license who gave it to me.

Betty talked to the receptionist who appeared to know someone
who Betty knew. Now they were friends. She gave Betty a basket
and handcuffs. Betty told me to take all my clothes off and put
them into the basket. She gave me flip-flops to wear on my feet.

The pretty receptionist handcuffed me and told me to wait on the
far side of the room, she said 'no questions, no talking'. Betty
gave me a kiss and went out some other door. I was scared.

I stood for about five or ten minutes when two young girls
(under thirty looks young to me) came and told me to follow one
of them. The other followed me. We went up a flight of stairs
and we came out onto a hallway. There were doors along the wall,
like in a motel. The girl in back said "he is in room six". The
girl in front stopped and unlocked a door and ushered me in.
What I saw in the room was a pillory; there was a table that
held a cane and a strap. There were several chairs.

The front girl asked "have you ever been in one of these."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "That's good; it's a little imposing to people who
have never been in one." While she was talking to me, the girl
in back removed my handcuffs and in a few seconds I was locked
into the pillory. The girl in back fastened my feet. These two
had practiced this maneuver. I was locked into stocks waiting
for a whipping. Why did I feel so afraid?

Then Betty came in holding the basket with my clothes. She came
up and kissed me. She said: "The waiting is the worst part." I
was so happy to see her.

I said: "How long will this take?"

Betty said: "You were told - 'no talking no questions;' you
don't want to disobey these people." Betty put a finger on my

About five or ten minutes later an older lady came in carrying a
thick piece of leather cut so it had a handle.

She said: "If you conduct yourself well I won't gag you. If you
scream up a storm you will be gagged. I don't recommend it
because it hampers your breathing. You're getting fifty strokes
spaced out over an hour. If you struggle excessively you may
receive up to one hundred strokes. My name is Mrs. Sturgis.
There is no talking, no questions."

She wasn't finished talking when a giant force slammed into me.
The air was forced out of me. Then again. My entire backside was
on fire. I could not last fifty. I couldn't stop it either.

After what was only ten she stopped.

Betty came over with tissues. She gently wiped my eyes and nose.
I love this lady so much.

Mrs. Sturgis came back for another round. When she finished and
left I said to Betty: "I love you."

Betty put her finger to her lips meaning be quiet. I wondered
why when Mrs. Sturgis returned she said: "Talking gets you five
more strokes. You're on your way to a hundred."

I wondered how they knew. But I won't talk any more. I was
becoming more tenderised or Mrs. Sturgis was getting more
energetic. My whole being was overwhelmed with pain, I couldn't
think about anything. She was hitting me in a narrow band, each
stroke was on top of a previous stroke. I was actually out of
breath when she completed this round.

I was a little buoyed by the fact that it was more than half

The next round had me seeing stars, I think it's an aberration
of blood flow. Betty applied the Kleenex so tenderly that I felt
a communion with her.

I bravely faced the final round but my bravado collapsed as the
monster strap exploded on my butt. I ended up crying. It hurt so
much. On top of that Mrs. Sturgis said: "We have five bonus
strokes for you."

I tried again to compose myself and Betty was very comforting.

Mrs. Sturgis came back and shattered my resolve to be brave.
About five minutes later the young girls came back and released
me from the pillory. They brought a couple of bottles of chilled
water. One of them said: "You have a half hour to relax and use
the facility. We will put you back in at 3:00."

I said: "Miss Betty isn't it over?"

Betty hugged me and said: "No talking and no questions."

I just survived one of the worst beatings of my life and nobody
will tell me if I'm about to get another. I flopped down on the
sofa and my entire bottom stung.

Betty laughed: "You may not be able to sit for a few days, you
can ride in the back of the van standing and I'll drive."

When I walked around parts of my flesh stung as I stretched it.
This was a major beating. I couldn't sit but I could lean
against the pillory and face Betty. It appears she may talk but
I may not.

Betty said: "Don't pout. You took that very well, you're a brave

Betty is so lovely she's wearing a white blouse and a brown
skirt and brown heels. And I could peek up the brown skirt a
little. Betty smiled at me. Then the two young ladies returned
and secured me back into the pillory.

Then Mrs. Sturgis returned and said: "Same rules compose
yourself and you receive only fifty strokes of the cane over an
hour. You could get a hundred and you could get gagged."

With that I received a cut that felt like it traveled inches
into my rear. I held back a scream mindful of the warning.

I should have made an attempt to escape during the break.

Then another just as bad, and another, I was having trouble not
screaming or wiggling or something, I can't describe the
horrible pain as your flesh is torn to pieces.

Then ten was over.

Betty said: "You look upset, you poor baby;" and she ministered
with another Kleenex. I wanted to talk but I did not want one
single extra stroke. I don't know how I can stand the rest of
this caning.

Somehow I did. I thought the whole thing was over when the two
young ladies released me from the Pillory. But one of them said:
"You may use the facilities, but there is no talking; here is
some water; we will be back at four-thirty."

Betty said: "You have been very brave. The next session is the
last; we will have a nice dinner afterward."

I really couldn't take any more. I touched my behind and just
touching it hurt. Who is in charge here? I wondered. Don't they
have a liability for damaging me? I probably agreed they could,
but you can't just sign away those rights. But Betty got me into
this; did she know how severe it was? I thought that she did.
And she is not upset, she seems like this is progressing just

My thoughts were interrupted by the two young ladies who
expertly fastened me back into the pillory. Why am I letting
these people lead me to this slaughter? I guess I'm trained to
obey. Besides we paid $400 for this privilege.

Am I going crazy?

That thought was interrupted by Mrs. Sturgis. She said: "You
were very stoic with the cane. I congratulate you. Rules are the
same as before. Important thing is to keep yourself composed."

An awfully hard swat of a strap burned in such a way that the
pain didn't begin to diminish at all, the next one joined it and
my backside was lit up with pain. I found I was grinding my
teeth. I was becoming light headed by the time it stopped. It
must have been ten.

Betty brought the Kleenex; she caressed my head and put it
against her chest between her breasts. I guess I am going
through this grueling beating for this woman. Shouldn't I be
repulsed that she caused this to happen; instead I love her so
much? I am going crazy. I wanted my face between her breasts for

I no longer can express how much it hurt other than to say Mrs.
Sturgis didn't let up. Even Betty's tenderness between the
sessions didn't lesson my state of agony. This was the most
painful hour of my life.

Finally the two young ladies released me and said I could get
dressed and I was allowed to talk. The pain was too much to
allow me to sit, so I got dressed standing. Betty helped me with
my socks and shoes.

Finally we left that place. I thanked Betty for staying with me.
I swore to her that I would not disappoint her ever. I stood in
the back of the Van because I couldn't sit.

We talked about going out to dinner; Betty knew a place that
might work for me. It was a restaurant that had a bar section
with high tables at which I could stand. The beer was so good
and the food was above average. Betty started the conversation
about my session by asking me what I thought. I said I didn't
think I could take so many strokes and still walk. I didn't
realize there could be so much pain.

Betty said that for $2000 I could have stayed for a week.

I said a half day was more than enough for me. Betty laughed and
said there is more to pain than a sore bottom. I didn't pursue
that with her.

Betty seemed to know a lot about the place, she told me that the
entire session is recorded; supervisors watch for excessive
distress, the young ladies were trained to sense if I had needed
assistance. Mrs. Sturgis would not have caused any bleeding or
would have stopped.

Then Betty said: "I won't be able to spank you for a few days,
but don't forget you can stand in the corner or eat off the
floor or write lines."

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

Betty said: "If you make me angry I'll make you sit on a hard
surface;" and she laughed.

I said: "I won't make you angry at me."

Betty hugged me with one arm. I was so close to her.

We left the restaurant the way we came, Betty driving, me
standing and holding on in the back.

When we got back to our room Betty told me to strip and lie face
down on the bed. I thought I was going to be whipped but I did
what I was told to do. Betty rubbed some cream into my butt and
the tops of my legs. The cream felt good, Betty's hands rubbing
it in felt very good.

When she finished we went into the bathroom, we both washed our
hands but Betty sat down on the toilet and beckoned with her
finger for me to kneel between her legs. I was very happy to. I
lost track of time but I ate Betty for a long time. And I
wouldn't have stopped but Betty indicated she'd had enough.

I was well enough so I could help get her undressed and tucked
in. We had a King Size bed, Betty decided I could sleep
horizontally at her feet. I did and fell asleep with Betty's
feet touching my head.

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