2010-09-05 ( 8 edited messages ) # C: electric with anticipation of being zapped # Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped x 3 # C: remote control wanker # S: Jim's Story - part twenty-seven # Re: S: Jim's Story - part twenty-seven x 2 Post your message to DOMestic at:- http://u4ds.com/ The Fem Dom Training Program. Train your husband/lover. http://u4ds.com/program * * * start of the digest * * * C: electric with anticipation of being zapped http://u4ds.com/2010/08/electric_with_anticipation_of.shtml Date: 30 Aug 2010 13:53:31 -0000 From: subby hubby m We have guests staying with us this bank holiday weekend and i have been rushing around like a blue arsed fly: laying the table; unloading the dishwasher, washing up and much much more. In fact one of our guests remarked that i seem to be remarkably attentive to my wife these days. The reason?: i have been fitted with a electronic dog trainer strapped to my balls. If my wife wants me she zaps me and i come running. Actually i am wearing it now. i have no idea when i will be zapped, for how long or what intensity. And sometimes she zaps me just for fun. It certainly focuses the mind. My wife has told me to wear it over the three days of the bank holiday from eight o'clock in the morning until the end of the evening. The transmitter comes on a neck strap and we were joking that it would be a nice touch for my wife to wear this (quite visibly) when we go out - down the pub for instance. We do not have a dog so it would be fun to see if anyone suspected that a lot of fun was being had. (A bit like having a riding crop on show in the car rear window, as Christine recommends in her training manual - or so i am informed). My wife has not been as keen on domination of late due to various reasons and this little device is an excellent way for her to get the help and attention she needs and keeping me happy and fulfilled. Apart from the discomfort of wearing the thing the anticipation of being zapped is an intense experience. m * * * next message * * * Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped http://u4ds.com/2010/08/electric_with_anticipation_of.shtml Date: 31 Aug 2010 17:22:50 -0000 From: kevin subby hubby m wrote: >electronic dog trainer strapped to my balls. If my wife wants >me she zaps me -snip- the anticipation of being zapped is an >intense experience. I'm curious as to the effect of this zapper on your ability to get (or not get) an erection from the electrical stimulation. Is this safe and would it cause sterilization? I have a friend who claims he gets incredible erections and climaxes from the use of an electrical prod. I've been hesitant to believe him. I'd appreciate any input you or your readers may have on this aspect of this type of stimulation. (link displays here on blog) * * * next message * * * Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped http://u4ds.com/2010/08/electric_with_anticipation_of.shtml Date: 3 Sep 2010 18:11:42 -0000 From: subby hubby m kevin wrote: >curious as to the effect of this zapper on your ability to get >(or not get) an erection Being zapped did not affect things at all. After all, the shock only lasts a few seconds for five or six times times a day (if i behave that is). i have no idea about sterilization effects. If things should change i will let you know. M * * * next message * * * Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped http://u4ds.com/2010/08/electric_with_anticipation_of.shtml From: "David" at u4ds.com Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2010 17:22:16 +0100 Hello, kevin wrote: >I'm curious as to the effect of this zapper on your ability to >get (or not get) an erection from the electrical stimulation I find that a tendency to get erections increases while wearing my zapper, but this is likely to be due to the physical and mental awareness of the device and it's proof of my Mistress having an interest in my "condition". The stimulation or punishment that the device administers is usually of a short duration and thus doesn't decrease the tendency to be erect. In fact, it has a tendency to re-awaken my interest if I have been diverted by something else. Like any other punishment or disciplinary stimulation, the effect on a masochist is likely to heighten arousal, at least at first. I suppose prolonged application would discourage an erection, but the devices often have a maximum duration for stimulation, and any attempt to zap for prolonged periods would run the battery down quite quickly on most of them. >Is this safe I've been unable to find any evidence of it being unsafe. The current passes between the two terminals, which are usually both located less than an inch apart, and thus, if strapped on in the genital area the current passes across the skin in an area where there are no vital organs. One should not indulge in electrical stimulation above the waist without extreme caution and not before studying all the risks involved. >and would it cause sterilization? If one could make the current pass directly through the sperm itself, then it might have detrimental effects on sperm motility. There has been some research on the "effect on human sperm of electrical stimulation" and a Google scholar link appears here on the DOMestic blog. My advice would be to take a better safe than sorry approach and for a couple not to indulge in such stimulation while she is actually attempting to conceive. There is no evidence I can find to suggest that long term sterilization is likely or even possible from such minor electrical stimulation of the skin in this area. But I'm not a doctor and I don't even play one on television :-) Much of the research has been done on people who have had spinal injuries, and for whom electrically induced ejaculation is one possibility. Anal probes were also studied and the results there are interesting to note. >I have a friend who claims he gets incredible erections and >climaxes from the use of an electrical prod. I've been >hesitant to believe him. I'd believe him. But I'd caution you to be careful about the use of such devices above the waist. Being zapped at the moment of ejaculation is an experience to be tried at least once. sincerely, David at Ms-Christine.com Download "Prickteasing" by David at:- http://www.u4ds.com/manuals * * * next message * * * C: remote control wanker http://u4ds.com/2010/09/remote_control_wanker.shtml Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2010 18:27:30 +0100 From: "Christine" at u4ds.com Hello, I've just read David's sensible guidance on the issue of zappers in the "electric with anticipation of being zapped" thread. So I thought I'd remind some of the ladies of the fun to be had with a zapper and what I like to call my "remote control wanker" which I've probably mentioned here before. There are many variations you can use, but here are a few of mine. If he's lucky I just have him sit on a tiny wooden stool across the room where he can try to look up my skirt and will know when I've picked up the zapper remote control and can prepare himself for the imminent button push. Or I might have him lay at my feet or beyond the coffee table where he can get a view of my legs and feet, but see nothing else. In that position he can't be sure when I'll zap him. If he's really unlucky he will be locked away out of sight in a chest or cupboard, but not out of range of my zapper. The simple rules I often use are that one zap means "start wanking" two zaps means "stop" and no spurting unless he can see my stocking tops. While I enjoy reading a book or watching television, I can keep my "remote control wanker" on the edge at the push of a button. When I want him to spurt, I just put my book down and let him have a few teasing glimpses. If he's laying on the floor I may even stand above or astride his head and tell him to "get it over with quickly". If he is locked in the large travelling chest, or in the cupboard, he will not usually be able to see my stocking tops, so unless I decide to make that possible, he doesn't get to have an authorised spurt. I might just go to bed after unlocking the cupboard and leave him frustrated. He knows that an unauthorised spurt means he will be likely to be zapped at the moment of spurting, and certainly further punished afterwards. What he never knows is whether I will indulge myself and zap him anyway while I supervise him at the moment he climaxes. Male wanking and spurting is such a messy business, and I find that having a little fun with supervising it makes it so much more interesting. And readers of my Bank Manager stories will know how much the idea of remote control males has always amused me. sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml * * * next message * * * S: Jim's Story - part twenty-seven http://u4ds.com/2010/08/jims_story_-_part_twenty-seven.shtml Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:26:40 -0400 From: randolphus Jim's Story by randolphus first part linked here on blog part twenty-seven Carmen untied me from the chair and led me to her closet. The collar was attached and lights were turned out. The doors were closed. I was left alone standing in her closet. I guessed I got her angry. Carmen was disciplining me to impress her boss. She also felt that Sally got some of Peggy's attention that should go to her. I guessed I had a reason to be afraid. It's very hard to stand still, but when it's dark you can move a little bit. I leaned on the wall next to where I was standing. The lights went on, I stood up straight, Carmen opened the closet and unlocked the handcuffs and removed the gag. She said: "You can go to the bathroom and then come to bed. You will be handcuffed again. I was going to give you another whipping but your behind looks so bad, I'll wait until morning." I curtsied and said: "Thank you Miss Carmen." I unhooked myself and went to the bathroom. My shoulders were sore from being handcuffed and my butt had ridges like a wash- board and was very sore to the touch. In the mirror it looked all red with some purple areas. I got into bed and put my hands behind me and Carmen handcuffed me. Then I wormed my way under the covers to Carmen's ass and started kissing all over, ending up with my face buried. Carmen turned off the lights. I kissed and nuzzled until she fell asleep. Then I kissed all around. I was a little afraid she would wake up, but I had a feeling for this woman that made me want to kiss forever. I fell asleep too. My handcuff was open so I got up and prepared Carmen's breakfast and boiled water for tea and put my bread on a napkin on the floor. I cleaned the kitchen and scrubbed around the bathroom. Carmen woke and I tried to keep my eyes down but I could see how beautiful she was naked. I hoped she would use me. Carmen said: "You may assist me." I tried very hard not to touch her except through the toilet paper. I was afraid of her and attracted to her. She wanted to shower and wanted me to wash her. I used a wash- cloth as a proxy for my hand. It went into her ass and pussy and around her breasts, but I never touched or looked at her. I wanted to kiss everywhere. I wrapped her in two beach towels. I brushed and combed her hair. I evened out the back by cutting a little hair. I put on a little make up and pencilled her eyebrows, painted her lips. I put a brassiere on her, and pulled up matching panties. Carmen said: "Bring me the paddle and the gag." I got up curtsied, and said: "Yes ma'am;" I couldn't have been more loving and gentle what had I done? I wondered. I gave her the paddle and gag. She applied the gag and motioned me to lie across her lap. Carmen said: "This is the morning beating. But your ass is in such bad shape that I can't cane you as I would like." She gave me about twenty strokes of the paddle. It mostly hurt a lot but there were some bruised spots that were really unbearable, but she held me tight. There were tears in my eyes when she finished. We went into the dining area, I made tea for her and sat on the floor by her feet, which I wanted to kiss, and I ate my bread. Carmen said: "Clean this up." There was almost nothing to clean. I put Carmen's dishes into the dishwasher and threw away the trash. Carmen was sitting in the easy chair sipping tea. She said: "We're early, come here and face the wall." I didn't know the time, or how long I would have to stand here under Carmen's watch. Finally Carmen said it was time to go. I think she finished her tea. It was Thursday, and maybe the end of the bread and water and maybe a forgiving from Carmen. The trip to the office was silent as was the walk to my office and her cubicle. I received a call from Sally saying that Peggy would like me to join her for lunch and to bring my baggy with the two slices of white bread. Of course I said I would be there. Sally said to come at least 15 minutes early. I said: "Yes ma'am;" because she wanted me to face her wall for that amount of time. I couldn't think of any way of avoiding that. I was amazed that everyone was conversant with my bread and water punishment. I had to clean monitors and keyboards, and toilets and then I would get a short time to work. My staff all like the new keyboards and LCD's I put in. I clean everything every morning by order of Carmen. Sometimes there is a user at one of the stations and they are very nice about letting me squirt Windex on the LCD and clean it. I use the wet tissue I used on the monitor to wipe the keyboards, since the staff snacks at the computer, some of the keyboards take some time to get clean. Carmen comes along and says: "You have thirty minutes to clean the monitors and keyboards." I said: "Miss Carmen it takes longer than that. And I have to clean the toilets at 9:30. We didn't get here until 8:30, what should I do for the half hour between." Carmen said: "You can come to my cubicle and tell me you have completed the cleaning and then I will decide. Jim you can't just take as much time as you feel like doing these tasks." I said: "Yes ma'am;" Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched this exchange. I took much less time on the keyboards. They only cost $15; I'll just replace them when they get too dirty. I went to Carmen's cubicle curtsied and said: "Miss Carmen I finished cleaning the keyboards and monitors." She said: "Good you can stand facing the wall until its time to clean the toilets. I'm trying to erase one of your demerits, I'm going to credit you with a half hour, but it will be only 25 minutes." I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen;" This is not better than me working, this is bitchy, I thought. Finally Carmen said: "You may go down to the toilets and clean them. Wait for me facing the wall." I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am." The toilets needed a lot of work. I swept and mopped, cleaned sinks and mirrors and it was nearly a half hour. All the toilets had been flushed; I thought I'd better start standing at the spot in front of the door. Everyone who came through the door would see me first. I didn't wait long before someone did come in. It was Carmen, she walked around and checked the stalls, the sinks and the mirrors. She said: "I think several of the toilets are not clean. I can't accept this as a done job." I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen, I need more time." She said: "I think you need more caning. I have told you repeatedly that you have thirty minutes to clean this place and you wasted your time. I have to give you a demerit and it gets doubled. I can't punish you enough to reduce your demerits." I was still facing the wall. She said: "I should let you stand here until 1:30 when you can have another chance to clean up." I said: "Miss Carmen I have an appointment with Miss Peggy at 11:45" Carmen said: "How will we settle the demerit account?" I said: "I'm at your mercy, Miss Carmen." Her pacing made clicking noises on the tile. She said: "I have to pee, come and assist me." I was delighted to serve her. In my perverse way the more she hectored and complained, the more I was infatuated. I would have paid for the opportunity to kneel before this goddess and peel off her jeans and panties and smell her peeing and I wanted to touch and kiss her. I think she knew that and her prohibition of touching and looking diminished the experience. I kept my eyes down but I could see snippets of her loveliness at the edges of my gaze. Carmen said: "You may lick me dry like you did Karen." I tried not to get saliva on Carmen's pussy and lick any urine left in her hair. But like Karen, I seemed to have agitated Carmen, because she grabbed my head and pressed me into her. I was overjoyed. I did the very best I could, and she came, then she came again. I continued licking but after a while she pressed my head away. I patted her dry and pulled up her panties and jeans. Carmen said: "Stand there against the wall. In five minutes, I'm going to log you as having stood there a half hour. One demerit down." I stood facing the wall. Carmen said: "I'm going to my cubicle. I want those toilets scrubbed and then report to me. Count to 300 slowly and you can start." She left. I counted to 300 slowly as the goddess ordered. But is it stupid or what? Who would know? I scrubbed the toilets, I polished the chrome and I washed the mirror again. I went to Carmen's cubicle, I curtsied and said: "I completed cleaning the toilets Miss Carmen." Carmen said: "You may go to your office." I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen;" curtsied and left. Conversions in the data processing world are infrequently talked about, there are few popular products, but it's what makes possible the continuous march of new hardware and new operating systems and new programs. I was so absorbed in the conversion I would have missed my meeting with Peggy if Sally hadn't called. I raced upstairs and knelt at Sally's desk. I said: "Miss Sally I am so sorry, I'm late." Sally said: "Stand under the clock for five minutes and I'll forgive you this time." I said: "Thank you Miss Sally." I was on a roll, two ladies cutting me slack within hours of each other. A guy could get used to that. I stood as rigid as I could for my Sally who I know was watching. At the stroke of twelve she took my arm and led me to Peggy. I curtsied and said: "Good afternoon Miss Peggy." Peggy said: "Welcome Jim. My lunch is in that Styrofoam container, there are several waters there. Bring one to me and take one yourself." I said: "Yes ma'am." Peggy said: "Let's eat. I'll keep talking." I opened my baggie, and put the bread on a napkin, opened my water, and waited. Peggy said: "My friend Karen is an executive at the auditor company. She told me that the auditors think your efforts turned our IT department around. I interviewed the IT staff and to a person, including Carmen, they said that we had daily disasters and now everyone is relaxed and smiling. The IT users, everyone else in the company thinks we must have 'kicked some ass' because now the IT department wants to help them. So Karen and I discussed it and you will have to stay here and be the IT manager. I talked to Sarah and she said she agrees to that. You may talk Jim." I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, I'm fond of my staff, I find them very capable. I have found the Miss Peggy management style effective." Peggy laughed: "Again Sarah predicted what you would say. You may ask questions." I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, are we not in danger of one of the ladies feeling that this is a sexually hostile environment?" Peggy said: "You ask good questions Jim. Before you came we had a meeting where I exposed my views to the staff. I wondered what would happen if I took someone like yourself who was comfortable with taking orders from women, into a situation like we had. Sarah told me about you and I met you at your house. I described you and your lifestyle and everyone agreed we could give it a try; I asked them what if we spanked this new boss, they liked the idea." I said: "Thank you Miss Peggy, what inspired you?" Peggy said: "Sarah, Karen and I go back to even before college. I've developed my views of the roles of men and women and sexuality. Sarah told me what her mom and you worked out and I was impressed. I recognized that the ladies here were individually very competent. Together they turned on each other. I asked Sarah if you would help out and the rest you know." Peggy said: "I have a question for you. What do you think of Carmen." I said: "Carmen manages the customer service activities. It's a constant zoo and she runs it like a railroad. I think she is doing great managing the staff and the technology and she can defuse problems with the clients. On lifestyle matters she is not into fem-dom like my mother-in-law or Sarah. She is doing a great job because she has great mentors, yourself and Sarah. I am disciplined by her because it's an assignment for her. I'm on bread and water because she is diligently carrying out her assignment." Peggy said: "That was my impression also on every point you made. She's definitely a leader. I had hoped she would adopt more of my views." Peggy said: "Do you have any complaints?" I said: "Miss Peggy, I love being here, I even like doing the chores I have been assigned. But there are only so many hours. I would like to make use of those hours to best serve the company." Peggy said: "Are you saying you don't think scrubbing toilets is the best use of your time?" I said: "No ma'am; I'm saying that perhaps that is so. Or perhaps my cleaning toilets has such a positive effect on the staff that they work harder; then maybe it's the best thing for me to do. Of course I can't possibly make those judgements." Peggy said: "I hear you saying that you don't know who assigns these chores to you and you wonder if they have the perspective to weigh those trade-offs. My reply to you is that it's been considered." I said: "Thank you, Miss Peggy." Peggy said: "I see that you have finished your lunch. I think we have finished our meeting." I said: "Thank you, Miss Peggy;" I curtsied and left. Carmen was sitting in my office when I returned. I curtsied and said: "Hello Miss Carmen." Carmen said: "What are you working on?" I said: "I'm working on converting our HTML code to a higher language." Carmen said: "Why are you working on that?" I said: "Because we are going to do our web pages in the new language and it would create a continuity if our old stuff was converted." "Who did you ask?" "I didn't ask anyone, I'm the manager here." "You may be the manager but you don't do anything without asking me. How long have you been working on this?" I said: "Just yesterday and a little bit today." She said: "When will you finish?" "I don't know." Carmen said: "That is not acceptable, you have to tell me when you expect to finish, how else can I hold you accountable?" I said: "Five more days." Carmen said: "You're getting demerits for starting a project with out my permission, and I haven't heard any Ma'am or Miss. You may start on the toilets. At 2:00 you will stand in front of the door. I want to find the toilets spotless." I curtsied and said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen;" and I went downstairs. The toilets looked well used. I picked up the paper, swept, mopped, scrubbed, toilets, seats, sinks, polished mirrors and chrome; I even started washing the walls. I took my place facing the wall waiting for Carmen to come. I wasn't told by Peggy that I had to get Carmen's permission to do anything. I wondered if Carmen was going to end my penance. She seemed sympathetic earlier, now she was bitchy. Someone came through the door, I think it's Carmen because of the clacking noise on the tile when she walks. Also whoever came in is inspecting the stalls. I'm trying to stand extra rigid. Carmen makes me fearful. She is exacting and aggressive, I've had the most painful beatings at her hands. Carmen said: "This is much better; you may come in here and assist me." I entered the stall Carmen was in and closed the door and curtsied. I got on my knees; she had already pulled down her jeans and panties. I tried to keep my eyes down, but I found myself staring at her pussy. I wondered what her mood was. Carmen said: "You can start by using your tongue to remove the drops on my hair." I was glad to do that. Even though there really weren't any. My tongue made her more moist than she had been. But Carmen was getting predictably aroused. I continued my search for moisture. Finally a hand forced my head to more direct contact. I wanted to do the best job ever, I wished I could touch her. I thought of the bread and water, the standing for hours, the severe canings and paddling and I was between her legs. I was getting inflamed. I forced my head further in, the smell from the toilet was acting like an intoxicant. Finally she came but didn't want to stop. I didn't want to stop. I lost control and wrapped my hands around her for purchase. That seemed to light her up too and she started coming again. I wanted to be coupled like this forever, even though my knees were hurting, my eyes were filled with my saliva or her. Then she pushed on my head, I grabbed toilet paper for her and then for me and I wiped and dabbed us dry. Carmen said: "You gained two more demerits for touching me:" she stood up. I pulled up her panties and jeans. I said: "I'm sorry Miss Carmen." She said: "I promise you will be." And she clacked away. I washed my face in the ladies toilet and went to my office to work on my html conversion. I had to clean the toilets again but Carmen wasn't around. So I did it as fast as I could and Carmen still wasn't around when I finished. I went to my office and got back to work. A little later Carmen came to my office. I rose and curtsied. She said: "I've been promoted to be the IT manager. You have a new title, CIO. But you report to me. That means you don't breathe without my knowledge and permission." I said: "Yes ma'am, Miss Carmen." She said: "Peggy told me what you said about me, and Peggy said she was of the same opinion." I said: "The only arguable thing I said was that you weren't into fem-dom like Peggy and my wife are. But you do a damn good job." She said: "I really made you suffer." I said: "That is subjective; I wouldn't necessarily call it suffering." She said: "You liked it?" I said: "Hell no; but I would prefer you to beat me and restrain me than ignore me but that's not all." She said: "I want to go out and celebrate." I said: "I'm dying to eat real food." She laughed: "Okay, you're forgiven, your penance is completed." I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen, I would be delighted to take you out." Carmen said: "I was thinking I would put you into my closet and call my friends." I said: "Yes ma'am." Carmen said: "I'm amazed that you accept that, I'm not that big a bitch." I said: "I know that. Where shall we go?" We went to a nice restaurant that had a lounge with a dance floor attached. I wanted to know where Carmen stood on the Mistress role. Carmen said: "I like the concept that you have to do whatever I tell you, I like to hand you demerits, but I also like to know what you think, I don't always want to have the responsibility." We got back to her apartment very late for a weekday night. I asked Carmen if this was my last night at her apartment. She wasn't sure but she thought I would go home tomorrow night. I told Carmen how much I was going to miss her and she told me she will miss me too. I still helped Carmen undress, and picked up her clothes, I assisted her in the toilet and my face ended up in her ass. In the morning; I made her breakfast and brought her tea. I was going to stand while she ate but she invited me to sit with her. What surprised me was after breakfast she said: "Bring me the paddle and the handcuffs." I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was too conditioned to do anything else, I brought them to her. She said: "Drop your pants and shorts." I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I pulled them down. I ended up across her knee and I think she gave me thirty hard strokes, she kept saying it's not red enough yet. She kept telling me to keep quiet, she was going to gag me and give me extra strokes, but the paddle was making a loud pow sound at every stroke. She said: "This is how I want you to remember me." I thought she was incredible. Carmen said she was taking me home tonight and we were all going out to dinner. After work Carmen and I drove to my home. No one was there yet, I had a key and Carmen and I went in. Carmen said she would like a little wine. I didn't know Carmen was a wine drinker but I found some zinfandel in the garage and it was nice and cool. I brought in two glasses and while I was opening the bottle Carmen said: "I said I wanted a glass of wine, I didn't say you could have some too. Put the second glass away." I started to object, but I don't like zinfandel all that much anyway and after all I've taken from Carmen, one more surprise is not a big thing. I thought. I said: "Yes ma'am." I poured her a generous amount of wine on an empty stomach. And I put my glass away. Carmen said: "Show me around." I showed her the kitchen, our bedroom, the guest bedroom, and I was going to show the outside. She said: "Where is the stocks I heard about?" I was not going to show that to her, but I did because she asked. She said: "I want you to get into it." I said: "Can we do this later Miss Carmen?" She said: "I want to do it now, and take your pants off." I was going to plead with her but that never works with these women. I stripped and fastened my feet, and leaned over. Carmen seemed to know what to do, and I found myself fastened into the stocks. Carmen said: "You look so forlorn." I said: "I was looking forward to seeing my wife and partying with you and her. I realize I'm here for hours." Carmen caressed my face. She said; "You poor boy. The plans are that I'm going to go out with Sarah and Kathleen. When we come back we will each give you a good spanking. We thought you would like that." Then she gave me a kiss on the lips. Turned off the lights and left me in darkness. I could hear Sarah and Kathleen arrive, lots of talking. I think they were drinking up the wine. The lights went on. Sarah, Kathleen and Carmen came into the little room. Sarah said: "I have heard all sorts of reports about your behavior. But I'm still so happy to see you;" and she gave me a passionate kiss that lasted many seconds. Kathleen said: "When we come back, Carmen wants to use the cane, I want to use the strap, and Sarah wants to use the cane. Since Sarah is your wife, she will use the cane, Carmen will use the strap, and I will use the Cat. We want you to think about that, so you can hold the cane in your mouth and the strap in one hand and the cat in the other. Don't drop them." I have to be very philosophical at times like this. A masochist has a misery scale, where being ignored is the worst thing, and lots of attention from his mistress is the best. Three pretty ladies surrounding my incarceration in this tiny room is near the best. I should be happy, but I know they will cause me great pain and I've become a coward. And of course they will get Carmen's spin on the week with no input from me. Finally I told myself there is no escape, I will survive, I have been beaten before, they love me, relax. I tried to nap. But I was afraid I would drop the cane or strap or cat. I had to stay awake and alert and contemplate my impending beating. Carmen was the first in the door. She said: "We brought you our leftovers, but they only gave us one box and it all got mixed together but I'm sure you will eat it all up." For someone who is not into it Carmen is an awesome mistress. She took the strap from me and swung it around. My dear Sarah took the cane out of my mouth and went: "Yuck you slobbered all over this, I might give you extra." The lovely Kathleen took the cat and said: "We decided I would go first;" she gave me a big kiss on the mouth. Kathleen said: "You will count and thank the person dong the whipping. You will get extra if you miss the count. We decided not to tell you how many strokes you're going to get, but in each case it's an even number. This is not a punishment; it's just a welcome back." Kathleen lashed me hard with the cat and I cried out but managed to say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was one." Kathleen said: "Carmen told us that you are capable of suppressing the screams. Any utterance other than the counting will get you extra. Do you understand?" I hurriedly said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Kathleen that was two." I hoped that: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, that was ten;" would end it. I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was eleven;" I wondered if she had been practicing on someone. The strokes hurt because the little tips bit into the flesh and it seemed it was the same place over and over, I thought I must be bleeding. "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was 18." "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was 19." "Thank you Miss Kathleen that was 20." And it stopped. Carmen said: "Would you like a rest, or do you want to get it over with?" I said: "Thank you Miss Carmen." Sarah said: "Lets let him rest a while." Sarah used a Kleenex and wiped my eyes and then my nose. I heard Carmen say: "Is there any wine left?" Then the lights went out and I was left alone. It was probably half an hour when they came back. Carmen said: "Are we ready?" A huge pain exploded, and I tried to break free but the stocks held me immobile. I remembered: "Thank you Miss Carmen, one." I wanted to beg, but I knew that they would enforce the warning against utterances. "Thank you Miss Carmen, two;" it was so painful, the edges of the strap were opening the holes made by the cat. "Thank you Miss Carmen, three;" at this point I started crying. "Thank you Miss Carmen, four." "Thank you Miss Carmen, five;" I hoped I it was the last. "Thank you Miss Carmen, six." "Thank you Miss Carmen, ten;" If there is another I'm going to beg. It was over. I was whimpering. Sarah brought another Kleenex and she was comforting me. She ran her hands through my hair. She said: "Rest for a while, the cane is going to hurt a lot more and I want you to be ready for it:" She kissed me. Again the lights went out as well as the ladies. Again about half an hour later, only Sarah came back. She kissed and caressed me. She said: "You do want me to beat you, my sweetheart." I can't believe I said: "Yes Miss Sarah." She said: "It will hurt more than Kathleen's and Carmen's whippings." I said: "I know Miss Sarah." She said: "You're sure? Would you like a gag?" I said: "Yes Miss Sarah." She put the gag on so I couldn't scream or count. She gave me twenty hard strokes, I kept hoping to pass out, I tried to break the stocks but I couldn't. I rejoiced when it stopped. Sarah took off the gag; and helped me out of the stocks. I said: "Thank you Miss Sarah;" I felt totally possessed by my Sarah. My body and soul was hers. I only live for her. Part 28 on the DOMestic blog this evening - http://u4ds.com/ * * * next message * * * Re: S: Jim's Story - part twenty-seven http://u4ds.com/2010/08/jims_story_-_part_twenty-seven.shtml Date: 27 Aug 2010 21:36:49 -0000 From: greg Fantastic! Very Hot! i would love to be in Jim's shoes... * * * next message * * * Re: S: Jim's Story - part twenty-seven http://u4ds.com/2010/08/jims_story_-_part_twenty-seven.shtml Date: 2 Sep 2010 09:53:02 -0000 From: bemused slave Wow! This was incredible! 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