DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

From: David at u4ds.com
Date: Sat, 17 May 2025 23:36:41 +0100

Kenny had come a long way since Susan first made him submit to a caning. He liked to think Susan had 'forced' him to submit, and then made him her submissive, but in truth he had needed it, even if he didn't want to admit he liked it.

Dominant women had always wrapped him around their little finger one way or another, and it wasn't until Marina that he had been offered the opportunity to be the spanker, rather than the spankee. But even that had only ever been a few bedroom games manipulated by her. Kenny was not a natural dominant.

Now Kenny was in sub heaven, but he would not want to admit that and ruin his illusion. His wife Marina regularly teased him, edged him, and then denied him his orgasm at the last minute for days until eventually letting him 'spurt'. But long before the eventual 'spurts' she would find something to cane him for, six of the best on an almost daily basis. The peeking tax, the wanking tax, all her inventions to keep him desperate while humiliating him.

Now Marina had planned an afternoon of discipline and humiliation for Kenny, and it was working out well so far. As Marina strode around Kenny swishing her cane through the air to impress her authority and control over him she said, "I noticed you focused on my feet and didn't look up my dress just now. I like that. I like that very much."

Laying over the Ottoman, Kenny was intensely aware of her sexy stockinged feet. A highly erotic moment for a man like Kenny to have his Mistress wielding a cane threateningly above him as he awaited her pleasure while looking down upon the sexy darker shading of the stocking covered toes.

"It shows me proper respect." The cane whistled past his ear as if to emphasise what inspires maximum respect. "I want to see you looking at my feet much more in future."

While he had been waiting patiently for his impending punishment, laying over the Ottoman as instructed, Kenny had noticed that Marina had deliberately placed the Ottoman where he could, if he dared, turn his head to look at her. Kenny had done so, and intently stared at her stockinged feet, for some reason the reinforced heel and toes (RHT) style stockings always aroused him. He had been happy to focus there and had refused to give in to the temptation to raise his eyes, and incur further strokes for looking up her dress without permission.

Marina continued pacing, enjoying toying with her victim. "It's good that you look at my feet. A boy who knows his place doesn't look above his owner's feet when being disciplined until she says he can." The cane swished past his other ear. "Looking higher is a privilege you have to earn and pay for."

What Marina knew about foot fetishists had long told her that Kenny was likely one of those. Even before Susan told her Kenny was a natural submissive he had always been excited when she wore stockings, and she noticed he often looked at her feet if she wore the ones that she, and he, loved. She knew he was likely aroused by looking at her feet in her favourite fully fashioned RHT stockings as he awaited his punishment. For Kenny it was almost as exciting looking at her sexy feet as it was looking beneath her skirts, particularly when he dare not risk raising his head to look higher. There was excitement in the danger too.

Marina continued, "In fact. A boy should always consider kissing the feet of his Mistress when he sees she is reclining at leisure. I expect a lot more respect from now on, without waiting to be told." The cane swished past his ear once again.

Kenny was watching her stockinged feet pace around him as she lectured him.

"If a boy wants his Mistress to notice him, then kissing her feet is one way to get her attention, maybe less need to cane you if you focus on my feet instead of peeking up my skirt." The cane swished again. Marina had deliberately trained Kenny to wank under supervision while peeking up her skirt, and then made him pay for even that humiliating pleasure, now she teased him with the idea of more of that humiliating sex and less pain if he humbled himself further still.

Time to offer the carrot Marina decided. "If you were much more respectful, I might give you a free look without charging you the usual tax, would you like that boy?"

"Oh yes Miss, please, Miss. May I call you Mistress?" Kenny grovelled the way she liked.

"You may. I might even let you play with your willy, tax free, as you look up my skirt, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Marina liked to make him use the boyish term for his 'manhood'. When requesting his supervised wank she often insisted he say "please may I play with my willy" to humiliate him further.

Marina taunted, "You like playing with your willy while you look up my skirt don't you boy. Admit it!"

"Oh yes please Mistress, thank you Mistress, I would be so grateful, if you would let me look up your skirt and play with my willy Miss," Kenny answered truthfully. For humiliating as it was to be 'reduced' to asking to do that, he had become addicted, as Marina had intended.

Toying with a man was almost as much fun as caning one for Marina. "But if you want your Mistress to play with your willy for you, then you would have to offer to pay tax in advance. Because after all, if you get your pleasure, your Mistress should get hers, don't you think?" the cane swished past his ear yet again.

"Oh yes Mistress I do. I would happily pay in advance for such an honour," Kenny was once again being honest, for it would certainly be infinitely preferable to pay in advance if she was offering a 'spurt', as he hoped, than be caned immediately after an orgasm.

Marina pounced on her victim, metaphorically of course, like a cat on it's prey, "How many strokes would that be worth boy?"

Kenny realised he was trapped, he now had to make a generous 'offer'. He couldn't just offer twenty, or the severe fifty he sometimes 'suffered' at her pleasure. But he didn't think he could take much more.

Marina could almost hear the cogs whirring in his mind as Kenny struggled to find a way to answer. "Look," she ordered giving him a way out like a cat letting her mouse almost escape.

Kenny looked up from her feet to see she had deliberately raised her dress framing her stocking tops, and just the barest hint of a glimpse of her panties.

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Psychologists would probably call it formative experiences. In Marina's case necking in Pete's car in her late teens was one such experience. Pete, like most young men, had wandering hands if given half a chance. Marina enjoyed reciprocating in kind. She didn't let Pete get his hand inside her tights, but was more than happy to unzip his flies, and have a good feel of his erection through his underpants. By the time she told him she had to go indoors, or her parents would be wondering what they were doing outside for so long, Pete would be moaning as she kept him on the edge only to leave him unsatisfied.

The action of raising her dress just that far, and no further, was reminiscent of what Kenny had liked early in their relationship when she occasionally enjoyed submitting to him. A game Marina had enjoyed playing was teasing and denying men until her current beau could take it no more and became dominant and demanding, sometimes even leading to her being spanked. A psychologist might suggest this was her way of seeking assurance of love, in the face of being an intolerably 'naughty girl'. It was when Kenny was pretending to be dominant that she noticed how much he enjoyed making her expose herself to his 'viewing'. A fact she would later use to train him into upskirt peeking to humiliate him.

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Now, she used his addiction to it against him. "More than you can afford isn't it?" Marina taunted.

"Yes Mistress, perhaps I could pay my taxes in instalments, if Mistress would permit. I would be immensely privileged if you would allow that."

Marina had just what she wanted, caning an aroused male was exciting, even more so when it was Kenny. And Kenny was clearly so aroused he would now pay any price she asked.

After Marina had finished toying with her victim, she swished the cane through the air once more to intimidate him, and then she delivered the first five briskly without counting, one, two, three, four and five in quick succession without pausing between. Then as Kenny started begging "Please Marina, I'm sorry, not so hard, please..."

Marina had already resumed her reclined position on the sofa, now one long leg drawn up so that her dress fell in a frame around her stockinged thighs.

"Have a good look now," she instructed, "I want you to see what you are being punished for."

Kenny turned his head. Once again he had permission and he dared to look above her feet, to see Marina was blatantly displaying her erotic lingerie clad thighs and above framed by her dress.

"Now wanker," Marina demanded, "you will tell me the last time you thought about the view up my dress as you played with your willy."

"I don't remember Miss," Kenny knew there was one instance that Marina was likely going to discover, but in truth he had been trained to enjoy that view so much and he thought about it so frequently that he couldn't be sure. "In bed this morning I think Miss."

"So often you can't remember, you dirty nasty boy, is that right?" Marina taunted.

"Yes Miss," Kenny said, relieved that he may have got away without revealing the secret wank in the shower that he knew would bring him some real trouble.

"And did you spurt in bed this morning? Or did you stop on the edge, the way I like?" Marina loved the idea that he played with himself, and edged himself, because she had trained him to do so. Or else!

"I didn't spurt Miss."

Marina enjoyed knowing that it was her power that had stopped him letting go that morning. "I'm going to be lenient with you and allow you some credit for being good."

"Thank you Miss," Kenny intoned as he saw Marina rise from the sofa, cane once again in hand.

"But you have another fifteen to go, they can be hard like the last five, they can be on your bum, or on your thighs, so make it easy on yourself now, before it's too late and tell me when you last spurted thinking your nasty thoughts."

Marina, now back on her feet, laid one stroke across his thighs, not too hard yet. Then four more on his buttocks. She warned... "They were only gentle taps compared to what's coming if you don't confess quickly.

"I was bad once Miss...."

"I thought so, I can tell when you are hiding something," Marina laid another five across his buttocks, harder this time. "Come on boy, own up, what did you do."

Marina loved the effect the cane had on a man's tongue in more ways than one. Kenny's tongue was loosened and just as she expected he soon revealed that he had indeed sneakily 'wanked' and 'spurted' in the shower once since his last caning.

"I'm sorry Miss. I did it once in the shower, the day before yesterday Miss. I lost control, I tried to stop..."

Kenny's accident in the shower was after Marina had spent an afternoon making sure he was aroused. Then she had 'edged' him for half an hour while he begged and pleaded for her to 'bring him off'. Finally she had decided, "No we'll leave it now. I don't like it when you make a mess on my hands. Best if you go and shave and shower, we are going out shortly." Marina knew leaving him like that would be likely to provoke an 'accident' and now she had discovered the 'accident' that she wanted and expected.

"Oh dear," Marina pretended disappointment, "what did we agree the last time this happened?"

"That I would only spurt when you are touching me, or watching me do it Miss," Kenny offered.

"Yes, and never secretly," Marina agreed. "And how much does a supervised spurt cost?"

"Six strokes Miss."

"Yes, and was it nice the last time I touched 'it' for you?" Marina was referring to the edging session when they were necking on the sofa, when she made him beg and plead to be allowed to spurt as she played with his cock. Like all such sessions when they happened it had ended with Marina listening to his begging and then deciding against his relief. On this occasion she had left him unlocked to create the accident to amuse her. But more often she would declare before he could spurt. "Well, I think that's enough for today, time to lock you up again I think."

Then Kenny out of desperation would offer, "Please Miss, please will you cane me. I need six strokes Miss."

Marina would laugh with pleasure, "Ok, if you are sure you want it. Do you really want it?"

"Yes Miss, please Miss, I'm desperate for it Miss."

"Well I'm not one to deny a boy a caning if he needs it." Marina would grin with pleasure, "Do you want to spurt first?"

Kenny would predictably answer "No Miss. Please may I have the caning first."

That was the fun bit for Marina, having her boy request she cane him when he really just wanted to orgasm.

But now, Kenny had to pay the price for his earlier secret and sneaky wank even though Marina had deliberately manipulated it.

"Well, you've only yourself to blame." Marina concluded as she laid the final five across his thighs, "That was very bad."

"Owwww... Ohhhh.. Please no more Miss." Kenny always begged and pleaded when he got them on the thighs.

Marina decided, "I suppose we'll have to go to the bedroom to teach you a lesson in submission yet again. It seems you will never learn!" She turned to leave the room, and her fingers clicked,

"Heel boy."

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From: David at u4ds.com
Date: Sun, 04 May 2025 04:50:18 +0100

Kenny put on the chastity belt after his shower when he found she had put it on the bed on top of his clothes. He clicked the lock shut as he had been trained to do. It was wise not to break that rule! He had showered early as Marina liked him ready early when they were going out.

When Kenny came into the living room at four Marina was reading intently. She was already reclining on the sofa which she liked to call a chaise longue. Kenny thought the sofa too modern to be called that, but in his opinion Marina was definitely the kind of woman who ought to be reclining on a chaise longue anyway.

Marina, who wore the key to his belt on a chain around her neck, clicked her fingers, once, twice, three times. Marina loved doing that to order men to their knees.

In this case the man was her husband, Kenny, who was not being ordered to kneel, but to sit on the ridiculously tiny stool at the foot of the 'chaise longue' as was indicated by the direction of her clicking fingers.

The chastity belt Kenny wore beneath his clothes could be worn in the shower if needed but that was no longer so necessary now that he was well trained. Marina had insisted he wear it after she caught him 'necking' with one of her friends in their spare room during a Christmas party. Susan was still a close friend, and her Christmas card every year simply said "Thank You" with an x as a kiss for every year since their plan had worked. The last time Susan counted there were more than ten 'kisses' under the 'Thank You'.

Kenny had been made to wear the belt fairly constantly for some years after that event, and during that time Marina had trained him to perform orally for her pleasure and only let him out of his belt for supervised wanking as he lay on his back while she stood astride his head. After more than ten years of that kind of treatment Kenny could be described as a fully trained houseboy, and she had in effect addicted him to upskirt peeking which was the way she loved to humiliate men. Now she had him trained to behave in ways she enjoyed, Kenny was allowed out of the belt much more often.

The stool was usually kept on the far side of the room, and called the wanking stool by Marina because that is where she often made him sit uncomfortably for a supervised wank when such was permitted. When the stool was this close to her feet it could mean he was to apply her nail varnish, do up her ankle jewellery, or apologise for something by kissing her feet. The latter was most likely as no jewellery was in evidence, and her toes were already bright red from when he had painted them that morning.

It was several minutes of silence during which he could hear her turning the page on her book. Kenny's cock hardened as he focused on her lovely stockinged feet in the fully fashioned black seamed Aristoc Harmony Point he had found for her on the internet. Marina had specifically asked for them by adding them to her wish list on the (in)famous retail giant.

"I don't recall giving you permission to look up my skirt!" Marina demanded.

"Sorry? I didn't. I just came in," Kenny protested, realising that it was obviously an apology he was there for, even though he hadn't yet done anything. It couldn't have been when he applied the nail varnish earlier as she had been wearing jeans at the time.

Whenever Marina reclined like that he did sneak occasional glances under her short skirt or dress if the opportunity arose. He knew he was supposed to have permission, but was reluctant to ask as she would charge him a six stroke tax for the privilege of an evening of peeking. If he was not locked back into his belt at bedtime, Kenny would later masturbate unsupervised as he remembered the view up her skirt, and for the same 'taxation' reason he would not ask to be supervised when wanking as he was supposed to.

Marina deliberately chose to recline on the sofa rather than sit upright, as she knew it would make it harder for Kenny to resist peeking. If she spotted him sneaking a peek without permission she would impose a 20 stroke penalty, and that would increase to 50 if he had recently been penalised and still not asked for permission. During such punishments questioning was likely to reveal other misdeeds, like wanking without permission if she had deliberately left him without his belt. Sometimes he had to be without his belt if he had developed soreness, but sometimes she 'forgot' to lock him up so as to have something to punish him for.

It is very humiliating for a man like Kenny, even a well trained houseboy, to ask for a supervised wank, or indeed to ask for permission to look up a woman's dress, which is why Marina required it of him. A six stroke tax for the view, and another six strokes for the wank. The 'tax' was deliberately light, so that she could enjoy laughing at him, and watching how humiliated he looked when he asked.

So Kenny was in a no win situation. He would get a severe punishment if caught wanking or peeking without permission, or endure the humiliation of asking and suffering light disciplinary 'taxation'. Marina preferred the latter so manipulating her husband into a situation where he had to humiliate himself was an almost daily game she played, like a cat playing with a mouse.

When he did ask out of desperation for permission to peek so as to avoid inevitable severe punishment for accidental glances, she would be sure to make some comment to intensify his humiliation like "Pathetic aren't you? Just a dirty little schoolboy!" and when he agreed, as he must, she might ask, "I suppose I'll have to lock you up again tonight or you'll just have a sneaky wank later after peeking all evening won't you?"

But on this occasion Kenny wasn't sure when he had been caught offending, so upon hearing the accusation he bent forward and started kissing her toes and then under her feet down to the heels, apologising all the while just to be on the safe side. "I'm sorry if I made a mistake.... Sorry, please forgive me..."

"I'm talking about last night, when we had guests and I couldn't punish you."

Kenny bent further forward and kissed her stockinged ankles, "Sorry Marina, please forgive me."

"You deliberately sat on the hearth where you could get a very good view."

"I'm sorry Marina, I only sat there to make enough room for the guests on the comfortable chairs, I didn't mean to..." Kenny explained.

"Nevertheless, I saw you sneaking glances at every opportunity. I think you are way too eager to sit down there where you can ogle me. Just as well I put you in your belt before they came or god knows what a nasty display of yourself you would have made."

"I'm sorry Marina, you know I find your legs so sexy, I couldn't help looking at you," Kenny flattered hopefully.

"'Miss' or 'Miss Marina' to you boy! Go and fetch the cane."

Whenever she punished or ordered he prepare for punishment Marina required him to use a respectful form of address.

On Kenny's return with her cane he handed it to her but she clicked her fingers and pointed to the sofa beside her. He placed it there carefully, almost reverently "You can have twenty before we go to dinner. Ring and book for seven."

"Yes Miss."

On his return Marina ordered, "Trousers and pants down and lay over the Ottoman."

"Yes Miss," Kenny obeyed, and then lay there awaiting her pleasure as she continued reading her book.

Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, he could hear her getting to her feet, and heard the swish as she practised, slicing the air noisily.

"Pathetic creature aren't you?"

"Yes Miss."

Trained To Peek - Chapter Two

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