2012-01-01 ( 19 edited messages ) http://u4ds.com/2012/01/2012-01-01_19_edited_messages.shtml # C: never done this - some guidance appreciated # Re: C: Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male? (2) # Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped # Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me (2) # Re: C: remote control wanker (2) # C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand # Re: C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand # C: a Secret FemDom Society # Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society (2) # C: alternative marriage ceremonies # Re: C: alternative marriage ceremonies # Re: C: nuked begins a new relationship # P: real person Milwaukee, Wisconsin # S: Jim's Story - part thirty-five # S: The Prisoner - Chapter 83 Reply by email or post your message to DOMestic at:- http://u4ds.com/ The Fem Dom Training Program. Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. http://u4ds.com/program * * * start of the digest * * * C: never done this - some guidance appreciated http://u4ds.com/2011/07/never_done_this_-_some_guidanc.shtml Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 18:52:41 +0100 From: Sylvia D Hello, I am seeking advise, if this is okay or if indeed possible for you to help me. I am probably going to ramble but will do my best to say this. I am a member of a social network site now for 5 months, and a Dom has taken interest in me, so much so that now he says (in mails) I am his (MINE). He has been in a relationship before with another member two years ago he ''ended'' it because it was too draining for him and he couldn't give the woman enough time and this he knew would hold her back, and gave her nearly one year of after care, this woman is now in another relationship with a Dom. In fact she has been collared as they say, in the past 4 years been with 5 different Dom's, makes me wonder if she is addicted. He today now says I am in training, in his mails, he already knows I am and have never done this before, been a sub, but the idea of it is exciting and I do have slight submissive fantasies, just not to lengths of the other woman in there.. I rather still find it a bit bizarre, He has sent me instructions as to what he wishes me to do today, nothing nasty or anything, I am only trying to paint you a picture of the scene. He has mentioned that he isn't wanting to upset my home life just enhance it somewhat to make me feel like a real woman. He is married himself and lives overseas. He is trying to get me to start to beg for my wants so to speak, and call him Sir. I did call him it for the first time today and I quite liked it. In my head I keep thinking (as this is all new to me) *manipulation* keeps coming to mind. I am married and my husband and I do not have sex for health reasons. It is very early days in talking to this man, but I am starting to feel confused and I am to put it bluntly, horny all day since talking to him. I am masturbating at least three times a day, I haven't done this for quite some time. I don't have any one to talk to. I am sat here now and have already relieved myself once today and am feeling I want to do it again, it's all so new to me, these feelings. Okay I have never done anything like this before it is exciting and new. I guess you may wonder what do I want you to say, I am not sure really, just some guidance would be very much appreciated. thank you Sylvia D * * * next message * * * Re: C: Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male? http://u4ds.com/2011/05/do_mistresses_ever_take_a_vani.shtml Date: Mon, 23 May 2011 06:09:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Saber fem fan wrote: >any of the dominant women out there ever seen and desired a >"vanilla" male, and decided they wanted him, and over the >course of time used their superiority to turn this vanilla >male into their slave or plaything? -snip- I realize that >ultimately the exchange will be mutual, but is the submission >ever created and extracted by the superior? Personally, I've never seen a male in public with "submissive" engraved across his forehead, so all my partners have been approached from a "vanilla" standpoint in the beginning. My current slave and I have been together now for 4 years. Tom is to all outward appearances a very dominant male, however, to me he is my slave. Tom is an alpha who chooses to hand the reigns over to me. Tom cleans the house, runs the errands, and does the cooking. Tom and I don't participate in "playtime" everyday - we participate in Dominance and submission. I tell him what he is to get done every morning and he does it while I take care of my responsibilities, which is to make sure the money comes into the house so the bills get paid. As for playtime activities, I am into bondage, humiliation, spanking, and anal play predominantly. It did take some time for us to integrate this into our lives, but with a lot of patience I was able to get him to come around to my style of play. >:) I began by "playfully" spanking him in the middle of sexual intercourse, then it came to the first "real spanking" where he was punished because he did not complete all his assigned tasks for the day while I was at work. Anal Play was implemented slowly by my slipping a finger up his anus while teasing his genitals with my hands and, yes, even my tongue. And so forth and so on. My relationships are just that, relationships. The aspects are a little different than my parents' relationship aspects, but it still comes down to finding someone you are compatible with outside the bedroom first. Play is great, but if obedience outside the bedroom isn't there for me, then the relationship is doomed to fail. Sincerely, Saber * * * next message * * * Re: C: Do Mistresses ever TAKE a "vanilla" male? http://u4ds.com/2011/05/do_mistresses_ever_take_a_vani.shtml From: Madamplz Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 17:10:59 -0400 (EDT) fem fan wrote: >have any of the dominant women out there ever seen and desired >a "vanilla" male, and decided they wanted him, and over the >course of time used their superiority to turn this vanilla male >into their slave or plaything? Does this ever really happen? >And if so, how? I prefer men who are assertive, self actualized, yet submissive. If a man is this way, training is both simple and lasting and goes well beyond his sexuality. Training a man to be sexually submissive is not difficult. It can be achieved by keeping him in a state of arousal until he is unable to perform yet remains wanting, or, having allowed him some measure of gratification, returning him to that unrequited state. All other training methods come from this. Vanilla men simply haven't had their awareness tweaked. What turns them submissive is the desire for a woman who concurrently turns them on and is dominant. Think behavioral modification. * * * next message * * * Re: C: electric with anticipation of being zapped http://u4ds.com/2010/08/electric_with_anticipation_of.shtml Date: 19 Jun 2011 18:22:09 -0000 From: subby hubby m Hunter wrote: >What brand and model of shock collar do you use? How long have >you had it? Is it holding up to your usage? Hi Hunter, We have a Sportdog Sporttrainer SD 400E. We have had it since Autumn last year but only use it every six weeks or so (when we have friends round of course!). But it seems to work well providing you have some little leather straps to use instead of the big plastic dog collar supplied. (We did have to return the first model though - it was faulty). Our latest bit of kit is a chastity device from Chastity Heaven (A Modified Mistress with anti pull out for the experts among you). We have not tried this out properly yet - but I am sure it will not be long before I have something to write and tell you about. subby hubby m * * * next message * * * Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me http://u4ds.com/2010/12/humiliating_to_him_-_sexy_for.shtml Date: 27 May 2011 15:45:13 -0000 From: Soumis pussikat steve wrote: >I imagine him kneeling with hands shackled behind him while >She stands in front and over him almost straddling his face. >She takes the head of the dildo into her and starts to push >herself onto him while grasping his hair. She 'face-fucks' him >like this until She has her satisfaction. I've been Mistress's dildo on numerous occasions using such a gag. What you imagine, Pussikat, is close. Kneeling, hands cuffed behind me, and first slowly wiping the dildo up and down her to lubricate it, then slowly working it in. And then thrusting for as long as she wants. I've performed with my nose hammering the tip of her clitoris, and with it pushing into her anus. Both are wonderful experiences, so easy to get lost in the smells, in knowing she's getting wetter and wetter. Most of the time, I end up exhausted, sweating, sometimes even my legs shaking from kneeling there for so long. On a few occasions I've been rewarded with the removal of the gag so that I can clean the dildo. It's one of my favorite services to perform for her. * * * next message * * * Re: C: humiliating to him - sexy for me http://u4ds.com/2010/12/humiliating_to_him_-_sexy_for.shtml Date: 7 Jun 2011 04:13:00 -0000 From: rfrub Soumis: you are so right. Being used this way can mean you have to work just as hard as the ordinary way. And yet the reward is just as real. It is a literal head fuck. * * * next message * * * Re: C: remote control wanker http://u4ds.com/2010/09/remote_control_wanker.shtml From: lilsubrt Date: 21 Jun 2011 00:59:40 -0000 Ms Christine, Goddess and Her slave have been interested in this as well and have been asking around. Wondering if You could Please post what make and model and what alterations You had to do to make it safe enough for Your slave to wear. The information we received was that the prods needed to be ground down and covered with a wider conductive material to ensure the skin wouldn't burn or be damaged. We were also told that the dog units lacked enough variant settings to make sure nothing could go wrong. Please reply and let Us know. Thank You for Your Time and Consideration, lilsubrt * * * next message * * * Re: C: remote control wanker http://u4ds.com/2010/09/remote_control_wanker.shtml From: "Christine" at u4ds.com Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 18:46:40 +0100 Hello, lilsubrt wrote: >Please post what make and model I'll re-post below but that information is already on the blog and on the member's web site multiple times. For example in the "Dog Shock Collars" section at:- http://u4ds.com/electrical_play/dog_shock_collars/ which you will see in the right hand menu of the DOMestic blog. I think the last time we posted our make and model was in the "Latest on Zappers" thread at... http://u4ds.com/2010/06/latest_on_zappers.shtml But basically, as you can read in the free archives we bought the most well known brand and probably one of the most expensive brands of "small dog" collar. Ours was an an Innotek FS700A Micro-line. Since that time, there are many cheaper versions on the market which are reputed to be as good if not better, as you can read by following the links above or by using the search box on the blog. >and what alterations You had to do to make it safe enough for >Your slave to wear. None at all. Straight out of the box worked just fine for us. All we had to do was charge the battery on receipt. >The information we received was that the prods needed to be >ground down and covered with a wider conductive material to >ensure the skin wouldn't burn or be damaged We didn't find that. But then we purchased a "small dogs" collar. >We were also told that the dog units lacked enough variant >settings to make sure nothing could go wrong. Please reply and >let Us know. Plenty of variation on ours. And if you read the archives you'll find many other recommendations for different models which people are using. As far as I know most folk use small dog models straight out of the box with some folk only making minor modifications to straps to attach and lock to the genitals. sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.shtml * * * next message * * * C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand http://u4ds.com/2011/06/tease_and_denial_with_magic_wa.shtml Date: 10 Jun 2011 04:11:02 -0000 From: slcfemdomcouple A while ago I bought my wife a Hitachi Magic Wand. If you don't have one ladies get one for yourself or men get one for your S.O. I thought I'd post about a favorite activity that we have been enjoying the past few years that I haven't seen mentioned anywhere before. Anyway, a fun session with the wand goes like this: I am gagged and usually blind folded. My hands and feet are in cuffs attached to the bed at the head and foot. My feet are attached so that they are crossed over with so that if I flipped onto my stomach they would be the right way. I have a cock ring on with a short length of cord attached to it. The cord is hooked onto the bed's side rail. All this keeps me at the very edge of the bed which in our case is against the wall. Basically I am stuck in a few inches of bed space while my wife enjoys the rest of the bed. Now, with me restrained out of the way my wife can fully enjoy herself with her magic wand and believe me she does so fully. I cannot see her enjoying herself and am unable to turn over due to the cord attached to my cock ring. For some reason I (and my wife) find this **very** exciting. I love her enjoying herself with me bound away and just able to listen. Sometimes to enhance my torture she will put bengay on my penis which is EXCRUCIATING to say the least. I am in total agony and she is in total bliss. It makes me crazy happy. Weird. Anyway, just thought I'd share this game that we play. * * * next message * * * Re: C: Tease and Denial with Magic Wand http://u4ds.com/2011/06/tease_and_denial_with_magic_wa.shtml Date: 14 Jun 2011 05:32:00 -0000 From: django2008 i must say that you are a very lucky man to have such a beautiful dominating wife. * * * next message * * * C: a Secret FemDom Society http://u4ds.com/2011/08/a_secret_femdom_society.shtml Date: 31 Jul 2011 21:40:01 -0000 From: subiam A (Secret) FemDom Society for the Benefit and Advancement of Women Pardon the cross-reference but we have been having an on- again/off-again discussion over on FetLife regarding "Secret FemDom Societies". (see below) Now, I would like to start exploring this idea with the members of DOMestic. We have various FemDom, D/s, BDSM organizations but as far as I know, we do not have a society like I am about to propose. The closest may be ClubFEM but I haven't been able to figure out their charter. The principal is simple. There are many, many men who identify as submissive and who wish to serve one or more dominant women. What if the women created a society in the style of the Masons or Skull and Bones, whose membership and inner workings were secret but all members worked to advance the causes, well-being and status of one or more women or a cause they support? The idea is that the women would meet and collectively set an agenda and then task and direct the men to execute to that agenda. Here are some off-the-cuff examples: a local group could decide that they wanted to elect a society member to a local school board, the women and men could then be the basis of an immediate campaign staff. another group might have a member who is trying to start a business, the members could pool some money and tax the men to help raise some seed funding. The men could also be put to work doing the manual labor to remodel, provision and even help staff the new business during its infancy. on a state or national level, the organization could pick causes or campaigns that the women felt were important such as a women's health issue or a promising female (or female- supportive) candidate, the women could pool their efforts and direct the men to support the cause or campaign with both time and money. on an international level, the society could pick a cause each year to which the men are expected to make a significant or on- going contribution, e.g. Heifer International or the Fistula Foundation. As you can imagine, there are many, many ways this could work but the basic model is the women set the agenda and the men do the grunt work and help fund the operations. Some men are collared/married/bound in some way to a woman, while many are not. It would seem natural there would be a hierarchy, if not a ladder, for the men within the organization that was tied both to their relationship to a dominant female member and to his contribution to the society over time. For the women, I could imagine that the organizations start out locally using a very simple charter and then each year the women send representatives to state, national or international gatherings where they refine their operations, charter new chapters, and set state, national or international agendas for the coming year. I could also see the women levying a monthly tax on the men to fund basic operations, travel expenses, etc. The women set the agenda and direct the work while the men who serve or those who are petitioning to join the society, are responsible for helping execute that agenda. Just imagine what is possible if our women could tap the unfocused energy of this vast array of submissive men around the world who are at their disposal! Note that I have not made any reference to any overt or implied sexual acts. I'm not saying expression of sexual power is not part of this organization - in fact, I would imagine it is very much a sub-text and probably part of the secrecy compact and certain rituals. However, sexual activity is not the primary purpose of this society; it is, however, a means by which the society preserves its secrecy and achieves its objectives. So, members of DOMestic, I would love to hear what you think. If you are a female, is it something you would find valuable and worthwhile? If you are a male, would you petition for membership and be willing to subject yourself to its direction? Thank you for listening. In male submission, subiam subiam on Twitter:- (links were posted and display on the DOMestic blog) * * * next message * * * Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society http://u4ds.com/2011/08/a_secret_femdom_society.shtml Date: 29 Aug 2011 00:21:52 -0000 From: Debbie Ann What is my sexual preference? It is total submission to a woman. * * * next message * * * Re: C: a Secret FemDom Society http://u4ds.com/2011/08/a_secret_femdom_society.shtml Date: 29 Aug 2011 16:30:22 -0000 From: grgslave I would love to participate! For me the sexual part is key for the rest. Thus considering, that it is what makes me want submit to women. There could be many ways of achieving an active secret society, to which we, men could gladly submit, for the joy and purposes of our beloved FemDoms... Actually, i always believed that well organized Women could easily and without a shot, dominate the world, through the sexual thirst and kinky desires of us inferior and primitive males... Cheers, gregslave * * * next message * * * C: alternative marriage ceremonies http://u4ds.com/2011/07/alternative_marriage_ceremonie.shtml Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:30:36 -0400 From: Kostya Hello, I am a male, 53 years old, and I got interested in some pegging and I had an idea (possibly forbidden to a regular lesbian). How about an alternative marriage ceremony. She should be the groom (like the penetrator), and her male slave should be the obedient bride. * * * next message * * * Re: C: alternative marriage ceremonies http://u4ds.com/2011/07/alternative_marriage_ceremonie.shtml Date: 26 Aug 2011 02:53:34 -0000 From: Geoffrey i have thought about this many times. The idea is very exciting to me. * * * next message * * * Re: C: nuked begins a new relationship http://u4ds.com/2011/04/nuked_begins_a_new_relationshi.shtml From: "Darryl Ducharme" nuked_potatoes Date: Fri, 22 May 2011 00:16:31 -0600 Oh it's so nice to see an email from Domestic! Yeaaaa I promised to tell of this wonderful new relationship. I work in the Oilsands and the men here are a pretty tough bunch. When Women come into the picture, i for one melt and it's nice to go for a dance or take them to supper :-) So when i met Mary and had the pleasure of taking Her and Her daughter and grandson out for dinner I was already humble for this alone. As i Work in remote places the internet or phone is my only link to the world, and Mary and i began talking, both missing each others' company and affections, i was so afraid to mess it up with her i just put aside my D/s preferences. This one time we were talking and i said i'd love if You pee on me. WOW! was i surprised! that brought on the proverbial flood gates! She told me "i was so afraid i would scare You away". When i got back into the city on my next days off, everything changed always a gentleman with her but now She had me. I had time to drop off my luggage and get into my house. ring ring on the phone.... "Hello Mary I just got home was going to shower and shave....." "You will do that here come right now...." This is no fantasy or topping from bottom. She loves the control.. and i loved her before we knew of this... Her favorite thing so far is receiving oral sex while She uses a vibrator called a silver bullet after we fuck. She pulls me into Her with one hand and fucks my face i am totally lost in sub space.... Her legs cross my back that She loves to carve her nails into when we fuck... and she squirts when she comes. In the after glow She just holds me with her legs... i love it slave darryl * * * next message * * * P: real person Milwaukee, Wisconsin http://u4ds.com/2011/05/real_person_milwaukee_wiscon.shtml From: Jucy Fruit Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 13:49:39 -0500 I am a 62 year old male living in WI and going thru a divorce after 43 years of marriage. I want to serve but I am not a 24/7 slave. I need to pleasure a dominant woman. I am starting over but I do not know how to start over. richard (email address displays here on the DOMestic blog) * * * next message * * * S: Jim's Story - part thirty-five http://u4ds.com/2011/05/jims_story_-_part_thirty-five.shtml Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 00:20:35 -0000 From: randolphus Jim's Story by randolphus part thirty-five Sunday - The rules I woke and by the dim light filtered through the sheets I saw her lovely pussy and boobs. I eased out from under the sheets and quietly got dressed. I made coffee and I got breakfast ready to go. I took a cup to Betty who was awake and waiting for me. I curtsied and said: "Good morning Miss Betty, how may I serve you?" Betty sat up exposing her nakedness to me. I tried not to stare, I handed her the coffee and got her gown; and wrapped it around her shoulders. Betty said: "Kneel here in front of me;" she was pointing to her feet. I knelt almost touching her. Betty said: "Are we working you too hard, I noticed you seemed somewhat glum yesterday." I said: "Oh no Miss Betty. I was depressed for no reason and I apologize for that and beg forgiveness. I love the opportunity to serve you and Sarah and Kathleen. I'm the luckiest person in the world and you are the very best mistresses in the world." Betty said: "Do you need to be punished for being depressed?" I said: "I don't think so Miss Betty." Betty said: "Am I punishing you too hard?" I said: "Miss Betty I am in your hands entirely, I love and respect you." Betty said: "I want you to write out all the rules that you have been given by Sarah and Kathleen, also on another piece of paper I want all the rules that apply to you at work. You can do that after you have served breakfast, helped everyone get dressed and cleaned the kitchen." I said: "Yes ma'am." Betty said: "What else do you have to do today?" I said: "Of course there is lunch and then Kathleen and I work on finance and then dinner, and after dinner I would like to iron the clothes I washed yesterday." Betty said: "You forgot to say Miss Kathleen and Miss Sarah several times aren't you supposed to refer to them that way?" I said: "I'm not sure Miss Betty; I thought only when I was addressing them." Betty said: "That's why we need it written down. It would be a shame if I punished you and it was not a rule. Don't you think?" I said: "Yes ma'am." Then I assisted Betty in the toilet and she let me pick her underwear, I couldn't resist matching black panties and bra. She looked so lovely. Betty said: "Take care of Sarah and mom. I'll finish myself." I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied. She looked so desirable, I was sorry to leave. The rules at home I call Sarah and Kathleen 'Miss Sarah' and 'Miss Kathleen'. This applies to other certain unspecified other women. Also when answering it is 'yes ma'am.' I have to do what Sarah, Kathleen, or Betty tell me. When encountering or departing the presence of the ladies I curtsy to each one. Again also to other unspecified women. When I serve food or drink I stand and wait while it's consumed, additionally I hold a folded towel in my elbow at lunchtime. Arguing is forbidden. Pointed questioning is forbidden and may be designated as tedious or impertinent. Sullen behavior or any attitude is forbidden. Wine drinking is forbidden except when offered by one of the ladies. House cleaning and laundry will be performed, underwear will be hand washed and ironed. Food will be prepared and served. The kitchen will be kept clean. When reporting and waiting for recognition, there is no talking or moving. There is no free time. Every activity is monitored and previously authorized by Betty. The rules at work My boss is Carmen, who reports to Peggy. Carmen monitors all of my activity and tasks must be authorized by her. I have to do what any of the staff tell me to do. I cannot order them to do anything. I address the IT staff as 'Miss' and 'ma'am'. I have to stand at meetings. I clean the ladies toilets three times a day. I clean the computer monitors and keyboards in the morning. When I report to Carmen I have to wait for recognition without moving or talking. My responsibility is the IT department reporting to Peggy, but I have no authority over the workers. I wrote this on two separate pieces of paper and Betty studied them both. Of course I had to stand while she did so. I had very lusting thoughts about her. She had picked out a very short skirt, and a yellow blouse that had epaulets. Betty had her thighs spread a little but I couldn't enjoy the view where I was standing. Betty said: "I think I'll have a meeting with Carmen, and maybe lunch with Peggy tomorrow." I didn't think that I would like the outcome of those meetings but I wasn't asked any questions. I fixed lunch for the ladies and while I stood there I overheard a conversation about my cooking. One opinion offered is that I serve the best food and wine when a punishment is scheduled. Betty suggested I go to a cooking school maybe a Cordon Bleu. Then they talked about Lucy and told Betty the arrangements which I had previously learned from Lucy. Actually Sarah and Kathleen paid more than Lucy got. I am so amazed at these ladies. They know how to operate every button in my head. I am so lucky they selected me. In these situations the sub is often accused of controlling the scene. I feel that any observer seeing me standing here with a stupid towel on my arm can see that this scene is not the product of my control. I really think that the genius here is Kathleen. If there hadn't been a Kathleen, I suspect Sarah would have filed for divorce and I would have become alone. This is so much better. I busied myself with refilling water and wine and offering seconds and offering special dessert. Kathleen and I worked on our bills and investments, I became even more impressed with her shrewd instincts, in the few months we've been doing this I deferred to her because she was the mistress, but we have made lots of money. She can read a financial report and get a good and bad feeling that seems to be right every time. I don't know how she knows. Then I made dinner, it was spaghetti and Trader Joe's sauce and hot spinach and tomato salad with a great Chianti. There was no talk of sending me to cooking school. They ate it all so I had to eat what I could find. I brought glasses into the family room where the ladies assembled to watch television. I poured more Chianti. I lost track of how many times I curtsied. I brought in the ironing board and a basket with the laundry and just like Sarah said, I thought of each lady as I ironed her panties and brassieres and garter belts and folded their stockings and panty hose. Then I delivered the laundry to each lady's dresser drawer where I straightened out all the contents as well as what I was adding. Toying with their underwear this way makes me feel very much owned. I finished and put away the iron and board and stuff, and came back to the family room and stood waiting for somebody to ask me to do something. Betty was talking to Sarah saying that if they needed me at the office they wouldn't have me doing these stupid things. Yeah Betty, go girl! I thought. Sarah said she had nothing to do with it. Betty said she was going to talk to Peggy and Carmen. Meanwhile no one was talking to me. I stood like I was supposed to and waited. Finally Kathleen said to go to her room and stand in front of the hook. I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied three times. The hook is screwed into the wall so Kathleen can easily fasten the collar so I could be confined with little effort on her part. I adore Kathleen but she is conflicted between having me provide her with sex and the propriety of a mother-in-law's role. I think I have suffered because of her conflict. I feel anxious because I don't know what will happen. Kathleen has that effect on me. I think I won't be punished because she could have sent me to the stocks, but it could still go either way. She thinks making me wait is a good thing. Finally I heard her come into the room. She said: "Strip and go back to standing there." I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" She has said she likes to look at me, or she's getting me ready for a beating, or for sex. I waited some more. She said: "You may assist me;" I followed her into the bathroom, and knelt in front of her and drew down her panties. I wanted to tell her how much I admired and adored her but I'm not her lover, I'm her slave. After she peed, she pulled my head into her pussy, I was delighted, and I would have stayed there forever which was fortunate because she took a very long time coming, I didn't stop then but later she had enough. She said: "You may undress me and put away the clothes." I said: "Yes ma'am;" I found her beautiful when she was naked. I wanted to touch her body. She said: "You can get into bed with me. I want your hands on me until I fall asleep." I have sensed for a long time she could read my mind. I hurriedly undressed and caressed her back and neck and butt, and she turned over, and I was all over her boobs and I kissed her, and immediately worried I was going too far, but she pushed my head down and I was between her thighs and resumed eating her until she pulled me up by my hair. I was kissing her belly when I heard her breathing change - she was asleep. I tried to fall asleep, but I was a little worried about Betty. Monday In the Morning I'm sure I was the first to wake up. Kathleen was sleeping, Sarah was sleeping and I think Betty was too. I wrote a note to Betty. Dear Miss Betty, Everyone is asleep and I would like to prepare coffee and cut up fruit for breakfast and set out various cereals and yoghurts and set plates, silver ware and glasses. I am planning to bring hot coffee to my beloved ladies. Begging permission to do that, Your servant, Jim. I brought coffee for Betty because I knew she would be the first up and she said: "I want you on your knees and tell me how you felt writing the note." Betty was naked warming her hands on the coffee. I said: "Miss Betty in a word I felt I was owned by you and that feeling continued while I did the preparations and still do." Betty said: "Isn't that better than facing a hard whipping." I said: "Yes ma'am, but even worse than the whipping would have been you being cross with me." read part thirty-six here:- http://u4ds.com/2011/12/jims_story_-_part_thirty-six.shtml * * * next message * * * S: The Prisoner - Chapter 83 http://u4ds.com/2011/05/the_prisoner_-_chapter_83.shtml From: Boz 4444 Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 02:22:09 -0000 The Prisoner, by Will Cane Chapter 83 The previous episode, Chapter 82, is at:- http://u4ds.com/2011/02/the_prisoner_-_chapter_82.shtml The people in the neighbourhood had always known the bleak and forbidding building as the Old Police Station, and this name had remained long after the constabulary had moved out to more modern premises. The three storey Victorian building lay empty for some years until the need to establish the new Local Corrections Offices. It took some months before the place was up and running. The function of the establishment was to provide a place where offenders released to work locally could be sent by their temporary owners for punishment should the offences or complaints be too serious or too distasteful for them to deal with personally. With the level of abuse that was becoming all too regular in the system it wasn't long before the services on offer were increased to include relief milking sessions and many more varied forms of discipline than were officially sanctioned. All that was necessary for the owner was for them to complete a simple online form. After due consideration by a local committee, an appointment time would be sent back. The owner would then inform their charge of the date and time they were to report along with a list of pre-arrival procedures that would be required. Simpler events such as the infliction of a routine maintenance beating were dealt with by the prisoner arriving with a note from the owner in plenty of time for the arrangements to be made before the appointed hour. The journey was always to be by the local 'bus service and with the new bright red ID cards that they were obliged to display so that everyone else travelling was sure to know their destination and therefore the purpose of the visit. It had been made a policy that, with the exception of the Maintenance punishments, the prisoner was not to be told the reason or reasons for the visit so this would cause them to spend some time searching their minds for the offence that they had obviously committed and greatly increase their apprehension and fear level. Neither would they be told what the punishment would be until they had been secured over the punishment horse with a gag in their mouths to prevent protest or even comment. The original intention was for the "Locals" as these correction offices became known, to be staffed with professionals from the Correctional Centres but the number of "Locals" being constructed and the expansion of the Correctional system soon caused a shortage of suitable ladies. It was decided to have the experienced wardresses in charge of the local offices, but the majority of the punishments and treatments would have to be administered by local volunteers. The minimum age for recruitment was eighteen and the maximum fifty-five provided that a basic fitness test could be passed. Uniforms were to be white blouses with plain blue ties, long black skirts and high heels. Shoulder tabs were worn with the shirt with "Volunteer" stitched in white. Unlike the regular wardresses no straps were carried but they did have one of the newer springy crops with a round leather tab at the end with a small hole in the centre. The interviews were held in a formal setting at the nearest Correction Centre. Applicants were thoroughly questioned on their attitudes to inflicting corporal punishment and whether they had any experience. Those selected were then invited to attend the evening punishment session where it was arranged that heavy thrashings would be required. This initial exposure ruled out those of a squeamish disposition and the ones that were left were subjected to intensive interviews to determine their attitudes to infliction of corporal type punishments on both male and female prisoners. The ones that were found suitable then had to pass a simple test where they were handed firstly a piece of paper detailing the complaint that had been raised on a prisoner, then a second that ordered a punishment with a medium weight strap and finally taken to a punishment room where a nervous male or female was awaiting sentence. Here they were expected to lay on one of the straps with sufficient enthusiasm that the staff would be inclined to offer them the post. Needless to say, the opinions of the prisoner were not called for. A period of probation was then served where the ladies dressed as wardress volunteers carrying out routine administration. They would then be given a list of various punishments that they would carry out to the satisfaction of a full time wardress before being fully signed off to lay on the punishments to the visiting prisoners. The volunteers came from all sections of the community and in all shapes and sizes. The one uniting feature was that once they had changed from their day clothes into their uniforms they became authorised to inflict pain and as such create real fear in the minds of those they met in the building. The type of implement and number of strokes was always laid down by the full time wardress in charge so in theory the degree of punishment was controlled. However, the nature of the females who volunteered for such infliction ensured that there were always ways to be found to increase both the humiliation and actual pain that the prisoners would receive. Once the door to the punishment room had been closed and locked behind the volunteer lady and the hapless victim, no one would be any the wiser if subtle techniques were employed in a sadistic way that greatly added to the distress that the punishment was originally designed to impose. All this information was, as yet, only a distant rumour to many prisoners in the community such as Lang. She had presented herself for inspection as ordered following her twelve slaps with the paddle by Miss Sophie. She had to face away from her male owner and ex-husband, stand with feet apart and then bend fully over raising her skirt over her waist. The very act of stretching the bruised flesh over her lower thighs hurt like hell but she knew better than to offer any objections. She heard Miss Sophie enter the room and the discouraging clicking of the man's tongue as he looked over the punished area. "You have hardly reddened her at all Sophie, you really must learn to lay on the implement so that it really hurts. I will have to arrange more practice for you. As we have some of the neighbours dropping in for a drink tomorrow lunch-time, Lang here will be serving them... so she is bound to make the odd error that will need dealing with. As she knew some of them when she lived here it will be a real test of her humility and acceptance of her new status. Just make sure that you smarten her up before they arrive... a bath would not go amiss, I can smell her from here." Before falling asleep Lang started the long process in oiling the strap that was to be used for her Maintenance beatings. It seemed heavier than she expected and was still rigid and inflexible. She realised that she had only three days to work any flexibility into the cruel leather before it would be applied to her rear so she rubbed the oil in as much as she could before returning the strap to the hook over her bed where it was an ever present reminder of what was to come. Following a restless night in her cell-like room, Lang did indeed get her first bath as promised. She had served early morning tea in bed to the couple and was told to wait outside the adjoining toilet to await the convenience of Miss Sophie. The young female eventually put her head out of the bathroom and called Lang in. She was told that she could use the un-flushed toilet and then take a bath in the soapy cooling bath-water left by her owner. The relief that Lang felt as she used the toilet was immense and the chance of getting herself clean overcame any inhibitions she had about using another female's dirty water. By the time she had dressed again in the stale panties, old bra and her dowdy servant clothes she felt almost human. Having gone downstairs she was given her orders to prepare for the arrival of the guests and even told who they would include. There would be just three female neighbours and one single lady. Those that had husbands would be consigning them to a day of golf along with Sophie's husband. Not surprisingly Lang had known one of them in her previous life in the house. She had always struck her as rather arrogant and unkind and she knew instinctively that she would relish seeing her obliged to grovel to please her. She was the first to arrive. When Lang responded to the door bell and opened it to greet her with a curtsy, she had a grin wider than her face at Lang's appearance. She quickly showed her through into the large conservatory where the drinks were being served. The next lady was around forty years old, somewhat overbearing, tall and dressed in a business suit covering her voluptuous figure. From the way she stared at Lang she knew that the woman spelt trouble for her, given half a chance. She didn't recognise the next lady either but then a woman arrived with a man she recognised as having been in the same Correctional Centre for a while. She was tall and slim in her mid forties and wearing a leather skirt with a white blouse. She made no attempt to offer any greeting but simply brushed past Lang as she curtsied respectfully. The male had dutifully followed the lady at a distance and parted company as she entered the front door to make his own entrance via the rear of the house. With the help of the other prisoner-servant Lang served the canapes and drinks as quickly as she could in the hope of avoiding trouble. As she turned around, having picked up a full tray of drinks, she collided with the neighbour from hell who had carefully positioned herself on her blind side to cause such a collision. The room fell silent. She rushed to clean up the mess assisted by the male prisoner and as she was dumping the broken glasses in the trash heard the voice of her owner ordering her back into the conservatory. Lang arrived to find the guests sitting around the edge of the room and scarcely able to keep the smirks off their faces. It seems that they had been promised a display of how to deal with prisoner servants along with their invitation, and now she had provided the excuse. She was ordered to stand in the centre of the room. Miss Sophie stepped forward and gave her a stinging slap across the face. She then turned to the guests: "I can but apologise for this error. These prisoner servants were supposed to have been trained before their release to the community but it seems that Lang here has chosen to disregard both her training and my reputation as a hostess. Clearly some form of punishment is required and I believe that it will be fitting if you all decide what it is to be." The well built lady in the business suit asked if she had been punished recently as in her view that might have kept her on her toes. Sophie simply ordered Lang to turn her back on the guests, spread her legs and touch her toes. She then reached over and casually flipped her skirt over her back to reveal her bunched up panties and the well bruised plump buttocks and thighs. The woman with the male servant commented that she certainly kept her man in a more tender and receptive state so that he was in constant fear of having to take more punishment. Such was the murmured interest shown by the other guests that she called him in from the kitchen. His glance took in Lang's exposed humiliation and he soon found himself in the same position next to her with his trousers and pants down to his ankles. His buttocks and especially the back of his thighs were certainly more bruised than Lang's and the newness of the bruising indicated a recent topping up. One by one the guests moved forward to run their fingers over the exposed flesh on both servants. The business suited lady reached between his legs and pulled his dangling scrotum back between his thighs asking if his owner felt that punishments in that area were appropriate in the domestic environment. She was assured that should there be any sexual inappropriateness on his behalf she would certainly consider a genital punishment and he was due to receive one that night along with his maintenance beating for displaying an erection earlier in the day. "That would be fascinating," remarked the heavily breasted female. "Would it be possible to bring the event forward so that we could all watch? I'm thinking of getting one of these prisoners myself and seeing how they should be disciplined would be most instructive." The male's owner looked enquiringly at the host, Sophie, who smiled her agreement immediately, offering to lend any equipment that might be required if the boy's own implements were not close by. Lang was despatched to collect the items the owner needed. They included her own punishment strap from beside her bed and a collection of implements from the punishment room. Following a whispered conversation between the owner and Miss Sophie, the latter left the room to collect a couple of items from the kitchen. When everything had been assembled the boy's owner introduced herself as Amanda and started what would turn out to be a master class in domestic discipline for male and female servants. Lang was told to adjust her dress and wait behind the guests who all sat in a wide padded sofa. The male, just referred to as "boy" was ordered to fully strip and stand rigidly at the present in front of them. He was around thirty, nearly six feet in height, well built with moderate body hair and short dark hair. He was very, very, nervous. Amanda explained how this would be a demonstration of the regular Maintenance beating but would also include his weekly inspection and a dose of genital discipline. Before she even looked at the male she reached down and picked up his white cotton briefs turning them inside out. "I firmly believe in carrying out unannounced inspections of underwear as well as regular ones such as this. I am looking for any signs... any signs... of penile activity that might indicate unauthorised self-abuse or even stains from a period in erection." She then held the garment out to the ladies. "I'm afraid that such signs are present as you can see." She pointed out the slightest spot of discolouration in the crotch area. "This will be dealt with in a while. For now, he is well aware that evidence has been found and that a price for this tumescence will have to be paid. I like to start by emphasising my authority so I need to change his position slightly." From the look on his face he knew what was coming as, following instructions he took his hands from on his head and placed them behind his back with the fingers gripping his opposite arm near his elbow. Standing back she then raised her right hand and brought it rapidly down across his face. Before he could even react, the same hand came back across his other cheek leaving both reddened. A barely discernable "Thank you Ma'am" came from the victim. "It seems a shame to have Wendell here in front of witnesses without them contributing in some way," Amanda remarked looking at the well-built lady. She immediately stood up with a broad smile, announced herself as Louise Maxton, and said that she would be delighted to help out. Following Amanda's advice she removed a large ring from one hand leaving just plain gold rings that she had been told would not cause any undue damage. Wearing high heels, she was as tall as the servant as she stood in front of him. She had a certain presence that encouraged him to brace hard without any further orders. The right hand was raised behind Mrs Maxton's head and brought down and round with a force that surprised everyone in the room, particularly the prisoner who was nearly knocked off his feet. As she raised her left hand he instinctively closed his eyes just before the hand hit his right cheek even harder. It left him shaking with either shock or fear and forgetting to offer his gratitude. This error was immediately jumped on by Amanda. "I'm sorry Mrs Maxton, but as the wretch has forgotten to thank you for your efforts, I will have to ask you to repeat the slaps." Louise couldn't believe her luck. The afternoon was exceeding her wildest expectations. She removed her business jacket revealing a long sleeved white blouse. What had appeared to be a large frame shrunk as her waist firmly contained in the skirt was revealed. She was certainly wide around her hips but it was her thrusting chest that everyone noticed even under the blouse. Adding to the delay she then slowly rolled up both sleeves to indicate that she meant business. She was much slower this time in taking aim. She really hit hard on the left cheek knocking his head to the side then slowly positioned herself to use her other hand all the while fixing him in her stare. This too seemed harder than the earlier one and he could hardly wait to stutter "T-t-thank you Ma'am!" with some enthusiasm. "Not a good start Wendell. Your lack of respect for Mrs Maxton has placed me in a very embarrassing position, so don't expect any sympathy from me if you find this little session unpleasant. You will now kneel down in front of these ladies and apologise for your behaviour by kissing each of their feet and stating that you are indeed sorry." He started at the feet of Mrs Maxton who slowly uncrossed her legs placing her high heeled shoes on the carpet a little distance apart. Her tight skirt was above her knees and as Wendell changed from giving her right shoe a deferential kiss his eyes passed just below her slightly parted knees. He duly said "I apologise Madam for my lack of respect to you." ...and then kissed her left shoe tip. Next to her was Sophie wearing a loose cotton skirt. A she uncrossed her legs she deliberately planted her shoes over a foot apart. Wendell kissed her right foot, went to look up at her face to apologise, but stupidly was unable to control himself and looked up the skirt for a split second. Sophie pretended not to notice. Instead she waited until he had apologised to the other two females then stood up and blew her top. "Amanda! I am amazed and disgusted at your servant's behaviour. He deliberately looked up my skirt at my most intimate underwear whilst he was supposedly apologising. Just look at his wretched penis, he is even having an erection and displaying a total lack of respect for every one of us." The other three women joined in the condemnation revelling in the look of terror that the boy now displayed along with the hardening appendage. It was only the briefest of glances with each lady... but as they had complained and he had erected, it would have to be dealt with. He was soon at the attention standing in front of them awaiting his fate. His owner was fuming. "I can but apologise ladies for this display. I do have a way of dealing with the inappropriate tumescence that is usually effective. He seems to hate having it done but I don't see any other alternative than for us each to apply that particular discipline to him, if you are all in agreement." She moved a large square leather footrest into the centre of the room and ordered the male to stand over it with a foot either side. He could only achieve this by taking up a semi-squatting position with his thighs well apart and his scrotum dangling and accessible. Placing his hands on the floor made his position even more vulnerable but ideally placed for what his owner had in mind. "I suggest that we each administer a slap to the rear of his genitals. I find that this really gets through to him and tests his acceptance of my authority in remaining still and accepting the inevitable discomfort. As he will be receiving five such slaps today it should be a most beneficial experience. Perhaps if we allow... say... two minutes recovery between each application... he will have time to recover and think about his errors before the next one. I will go first to demonstrate." She knelt next to his left foot, supported herself by gripping his left thigh with her free hand and then gently stroked his scrotum with her other fingers. Flattening her right hand she brought it back to a few inches behind the target then with a sudden movement, slapped the rear of the exposed and hanging genitals. A grunt of pain came from the male as his knees flexed and body shuddered. He knew that he was required to remain in position and somehow managed it. "It's the subsequent slaps that really have the required effect ladies. Right now he is suffering a dull ache that extends up into his stomach but he knows that more is still to come and that he has no choice but to accept the pain." Mrs Maxton was next. Having positioned herself on her knees she reached between his legs and gently grasped his penis, commenting upon how the treatment was already "doing him good" as his "stiffy" was fast disappearing. She then firmly grasped his testicles to remind him of what was coming. When she was given the nod by Amanda she let go, moved her fingers back and then slapped the dangling bulbs with an audible sound. This time his knees really buckled and he would have collapsed on the stool in the hope of protecting his testes, but Mrs Maxton re-took them in an even firmer grip and warned him to get back in position. Sophie stood up and moved towards him. "I suppose that we should help him absorb the pain by letting him know what will happen if he tries to avoid our slaps." She said with a smirk. "How about six strokes with a cane from each of us if he breaks position?" This was agreed by all the ladies. Having gently lifted and lowered the sagging scrotum a few times Sophie gave it the sharpest slap thus far, causing the genitals to fly forward until restrained by their own limits of elasticity. Wendell could not believe that this was happening to him. He was shaking all over and a cold sweat had broken out all over his naked body. He knew that he simply must accept the slaps no matter how much the pain increased each time. Mercifully the last two ladies seemed, by comparison, almost gentle with the slaps and he was soon back at the 'present' in front of them. Despite his odd error they were more than impressed by the way he was receptive to their authority and knew that it was necessary to accept whatever they dished out. Amanda admitted that she had found what she thought was the ideal way of keeping the male in permanent fear. She simply used the facility of sending him to the Local Correction centre at frequent intervals for what she termed "Remedial" punishments. Experience had taught her that despite her frequent efforts to beat some sense and obedience into him, a regular dose of what she thought of as professional discipline applied in formal conditions by an experienced lady disciplinarian really brought him up to a decent standard of servility and respect. The ladies took an immediate interest in hearing about this facility and asked her to explain: All she had to do when she felt that a little extra discipline was needed was to type in her complaint on the "Local" website and await an appointment being sent back. She would then let Wendell know, and the more notice he had, usually 36 hours or so, the greater the time to build up his stress level. He would shower and present himself for a naked inspection, desperately trying to think what offence he had committed and therefore how severe his punishment would be. Amanda in turn would check his body for cleanliness but give no hint as to what had displeased her. Fully dressed and with his red ID card prominently displayed he started the long journey by 'bus to the centre. He meticulously followed the rules for prisoners travelling in public. As well as keeping his ID clearly visible he stood for the whole journey even with seats empty all around him. He knew that any member of the public could take offence, either real or imagined and having noted the number on the ID, report him to the authorities who took a dim view of any such complaints. The word had certainly got out about what happened at the end of that particular 'bus route for anyone with a red ID card and he received several grins from other passengers who knew full well that he could only be on his way for a punishment of some kind. In some ways his first visit caused him less fear and apprehension than the subsequent ones. Ignorance was indeed, in that context, relative bliss. The procedure to be followed had been printed out by his owner and memorised by himself the night before. He marched smartly up to the raised main reception desk where he was obliged to look up to a large black lady dressed in her wardress uniform. She was in charge of the whole centre and regularly took the reception position to meet all the day's intake. Standing to attention he announced his name, remembering to add the title "Madam" at the end. Chief Wardress Rathbone stared down impassively at him before checking her computer screen. She was tall with a firm body albeit larger than average. She had been a semi-professional athlete in her day specialising in weights and shot put and retained that air of strength from continuing use of the gym. Her hair was swept back in a formal bun that added to the appearance of a formidable woman who was not to be trifled with. "Good Morning... 'Mister'... Wendell", she said with a sarcastic tone. "You know the procedure I trust. First, change into your punishment clothes, then take a seat in the holding area and you will be collected when my staff are ready for you." He went in to the changing room and was given the standard white vest with a number in large black letters on both the front and the back, thin shorts and sandals all of which were designed to make life simpler for the staff and even more humiliating for the prisoners. He could well imagine that the females, obliged to wear just a thin un-supporting vest and small tight panties, felt even more vulnerable. Having stripped completely he donned the items and following the orders of the young wardress drank a pint of water that she poured "To keep him properly hydrated" then marched over to the entrance to a large well lit room from which the door had been removed. In it, sitting at a desk with a computer terminal was one of the junior volunteer officers aged around 18 years. She nodded at Wendell and pointed to one of the rows of low wooden benches on which sat other prisoners awaiting the convenience of a staff member. The benches were arranged in a row one side of the room for males, with the other row facing them for females. There were three males and four females all with the combined look of dread and inevitability on their faces. One of the females, a 25 year old slim blonde had clearly already visited one of the punishment cells and sat sobbing and sniffing into a paper tissue. The benches themselves were designed to add to the ordeal. Instead of a flat surface they had half inch metal ridges running from the front to the rear every two inches. No attempt had been made to smooth off the edges. A one inch raised ridge indicated where their anal cleft was to be positioned. Given that most punishments were inflicted across the victim's seat, these ridges were designed to press across the stripes greatly adding to the discomfort. Prior to any punishment they were just uncomfortable, especially if any other beatings had been laid on in the preceding days. Following a recent thrashing however, they would be agonising. Additionally, the benches were low to the floor causing the prisoners knees to be much higher than their hips. This had the effect of forcing more of their body weight on to their throbbing buttocks and tightening the skin in the area. With the females being required to sit with knees wide apart, this caused them to display their pantied crotch even more blatantly than normal. To increase the fear and anticipation the system denied the victims any idea of what they were about to receive and they were kept waiting for an inordinate time. Additionally, each one of them returning to the holding cell having been dealt with was required to stand in front of the group and state what they had just received before taking their seats. Just as Wendell had found a moderately comfortable position a plump forty year old female marched in. Her face was flushed and tear stained but she managed to compose herself and announced her name adding: "My punishment was 12 strokes of the strap across my naked buttocks and thighs," before taking her seat with some exclamations of distress, with her knee high position fully revealing the red band marks on the back of her upper thighs. Nothing happened for many long minutes. Around the walls were several notices designed to put the prisoners' nerves even more on edge: "No protests of any sort accepted" and next to it "Any prisoner making any complaint or criticism shall be liable to additional punishment at the discretion of any staff member." One notice stated "Prisoners are advised to relieve themselves before each punishment. Those wishing to do so should ask a staff member for permission." In itself this caused them to feel discomfort and the need to use a toilet. There was one supplied at the far end of the waiting area in full view of everyone and it wasn't long before a tall extremely slim female prisoner stood up and marched to a position in front of the staff desk. She executed a curtsy to the young girl and, with a blush, asked for permission to relieve herself. The girl, clearly one of the new group of volunteers, glanced at her VDU then looked up at the prisoner: "No! Come back in fifteen minutes and ask again girl!" the staff female snapped. Having checked her VDU she knew that the girl would be collected for punishment in less than fifteen minutes and that sending prisoners to the punishment cells with a full bladder could only add to the amusement of her colleagues giving them more scope than ever for further humiliations and pain infliction. A thirty something female in Nurses uniform appeared at the open door and called out Wendell's number. Covering his surprise that he was to get it over with so early he leapt to attention and snapped out a smart "Ma'am" in response. He soon found himself following the nurse, not downstairs to the punishment cells but up a long flight of steps. She opened a door labelled "Clinical Milking Room" and walked inside followed by Wendell. The room had white walls ceiling and floor with large windows. A strong smell of antiseptic hung in the air and around the walls were various stands, boards and furniture designed to hold prisoners who were receiving the medical attentions of a staff nurse. Wendell could only assume that he was to receive a medical examination and was somewhat shaken when he was told that his owner had requested that he be milked before he was punished on the basis that he was due for a regular milking and also that she felt a thorough milking before he was punished would help concentrate his mind. He knew only too well that the policy of making the "extraction" as unpleasant as possible would be fully followed in this room and the thought of that and the ill- treatment to come made him more than nervous. Just then there was a knock at the door and in walked two young females dressed in street clothes rather than a uniform of some sort. With a snigger the taller of the two with long fair hair in a pony tail wearing a tight business skirt and blue blouse announced to the Nurse that Chief Wardress Rathbone had said that as they were in the building as part of a work experience scheme, they could watch the procedure and then witness the subsequent punishment of the male. The younger, shorter girl in glasses with long dark hair wearing a thin shirt top and a short denim skirt nodded enthusiastically in agreement. The Nurse asked if this was their first visit and they both nodded adding that they had been looking forward to it for days as they eventually hoped that it would lead to a part time job as a disciplinarian in the Local. Shrugging, the Nurse said that it would not be a pleasant sight to watch, but they would have to learn sooner or later how the males were dealt with and the sooner they both got started the better. She then turned to Wendell and ordered him to remove his vest shorts and sandals then assume the 'present' position in the middle of the room. He glanced nervously at the two girls, then removed and carefully placed the items on the floor then braced himself into the 'present'. "This is a good position for him to hold to start your training ladies," remarked the Nurse. "This ensures that he is fully exposed and you have complete access to any part of his body for an inspection. He is also required to maintain that position even though you may be a little harsh in your examination." Despite his best efforts at self control, Wendell felt his penis start to erect as a result of the humiliation of being so exposed to the three women. One of the girls noticed it first and with an exclamation of disgust, pointed it out to the nurse. "Mmmm... well... you must expect a fairly frequent loss of control such as this when dealing with male prisoners. I could have him punished on the basis of insolence but as we are here to milk him I will overlook it this one time. Have you both handled a male's genitalia before?" The elder of the two nodded that she had and she was chosen to start, but this was clearly to be a first for the other girl. First she was told to feel the nipples to see how they responded and how they were almost as sensitive to pressure as were the female variety. She was told that when a male was up for a Genital Punishment these were a useful point of pain infliction as well as the "lower" bits. Following the nurse's suggestion to give them a good squeeze she did just that resulting in a grunt and twitch from the male. As she released them the younger girl needed no encouragement and went straight in with her long nails which caught Wendell by surprise. As she dug the nails into his now pronounced teats he almost doubled up in pain but even as he lowered his arms to relieve the tightness of his nipples that she gripped so tenaciously, a sharp "Keep still Boy" from the nurse made him stand back to the 'present' despite the continuing pain from her grip. When she did finally release his nipples it was not only Wendell who realised that the girl was unusually sadistic. The nurse handed out latex gloves and all three pulled them on to their hands with loud clicks as they released the elasticised cuffs around their wrists. She grasped the penis and started her lecture. "Start by uncovering the end if the male is uncircumcised and checking the area for general cleanliness especially around the rear of the glans whilst holding the foreskin hard back. Rubbing one finger tip firmly around the ridge should reveal any deposits or you can use something like a wooden toothpick instead. Do lift the penis up so that the underside is fully exposed. Then move down to the scrotum, bearing in mind that it is impossible to thoroughly examine this area without some discomfort for the subject, but Wendell here knows better than to complain or try to impede your efforts. Feel the shape and condition of each testicle between your fingers and also the other contents of the scrotum until you are satisfied that there is nothing untoward. Don't worry about knowing what is normal and what is not, if you are selected to work here you will have to handle several males every day and will soon learn to recognise any problems." These inspections were universally hated by all the male prisoners. Having to stand, naked and fully exposed whilst any of the female staff, or in this case two young girls who had walked in off the street to satisfy their curiosity, groped squeezed and pulled your most private parts was bad enough. But the pain and discomfort that they always seem to cause in the pursuit of being "thorough" always made it worse. These two "trainees" proved to be no exception to that rule. The taller girl went first. She was certainly firm, especially running her finger round the glans but at least she went easy on the contents of his scrotum. Not so the younger dark haired female. Despite her claimed lack of experience she managed to have him gritting his teeth from her first grip of his penis. Somehow she managed to force his foreskin so hard back that it hurt, especially when she used her other hand to scrape around the base of his glans with a sharp nail that she had cleverly forced through the thin latex of her glove. She then knelt on the floor in front of the male so that her eyes were almost on a level with his genitalia. She reached forward and soon had a testicle gripped firmly between the fingers and thumbs of each hand. She rolled the sensitive bulbs around as if handling fruit in a market then suddenly utilised the protruding nail to jab the right testicle causing him to gasp and bend forward. She looked over at the Nurse and smiled as Wendell was shouted at by her to remain in position. He was relieved when she reduced the pressure and started to feel all around the dangling sack exploring the internal connections that reached up into his body. With a final squeeze of both testes she stood up and moved away. "Well ladies," the nurse continued, "the next part of the examination is pretty revolting but entirely necessary." She went on to explain the location and function of the male prostate and soon had their subject kneeling on a bench with his head well down and facing away from them. The nurse then ordered his knees to be spread and back arched to present his anal cleft as much as possible. She supplied some lubricant for the two females to spread liberally on the fingers of their right hand, the younger girl having sensibly changed her glove for one that was intact. It didn't take long. Wendell knew better than to clench or resist in any way and was relieved that the cream they had used didn't contain any substance that would irritate his delicate membranes, as it so often did during anal examinations. They both pressed and rubbed against his prostate with two fingers firmly and uncomfortably inserted as deeply as they could into his rectum. Both were removed with a loud plopping sound and he was told to stand back at the 'present'. "We will now attend to the milking. Remember, this has to result in an ejaculation but we are required to make the whole process as unpleasant as possible so that it will not be looked forward to with anything but apprehension in the future. There are a variety of ways he can be presented for our convenience and as I normally insist on trying for three spurts from each male, we can try one each. The first position will be at the 'present' as he is now. If you would both care to change your gloves for these heavy duty rubber ones you will notice that they are heavily ridged to enable you to get a proper grip." Having determined that one was left handed and the other right, she soon had a girl seated at right angles either side with their parted upper thighs gripping him just above the knees. The young one was instructed to hold the dangling scrotum to stop any bouncing whilst the other lubricated her right hand, snatched his foreskin fully back and started to pump the shaft up and down. Once a rhythm had been established and the male started to make small movements of his pelvis in response, the nurse stopped the girl and handed her a small tin containing a white crystalline substance. Following the nurses instructions she applied a liberal amount of what she realised was crystals of rock salt then resumed pumping but at a greatly increased speed. The male's reaction was instantaneous. From experiencing a pleasurable sensation from the small gloved hand the crystals were now being dragged along the shaft and back scratching at the retracted foreskin and throbbing glans. The pace was increased to maximum and the grip on his legs increased. Despite the stinging pain, the massage of the shaft was still stimulating and he suddenly felt the surges of an ejaculation, an ejaculation that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. With more pain than pleasure he spurted into a glass jar that the nurse had suddenly produced and held just clear of his penile tip. "That, ladies, was not the most satisfying experience that this male has ever had, but believe me, the next two will be far worse. His penis is already a little sore but we will make it even more tender in this next position." She soon had him back in the position he had held for the prostate examination. This time his rapidly re-erecting and reddened penis was hanging down between his legs. The younger girl with dark hair was given the task of extracting more ejaculate. On the nurses advice she sat behind him and reached up to grasp the penis from between his thighs. She played gently with the penis to ensure that the male started to enjoy the experience. In no time she was pumping with her small hand encircling the shaft and rubbing up and down from the tip almost to the base. She took her time and stopped frequently for the nurse to judge his readiness. Eventually the nurse gave her some cream to spread liberally on her hand before she started to rapidly pump again. The cream contained some sort of chilly extract. The burning cream was rubbed hard into the sensitive tissue and combined with the eroticism of what was happening the male, with a strangled moan, ejaculated into the nurses waiting jar. "When a male is here for a routine milking I normally only allow one ejaculation," said the nurse. "In this case the object is to remove even the slightest sexual thrill that he might have from being punished so I do my best to drain them as much as possible. There is no guarantee that this boy will provide a third sample but we will do our best. In case he has any thoughts about holding off and not co-operating we will let him know right now that such behaviour will be punished. By now he may well be sore and very tender in that area but there are still a few tricks that we can employ." For the third milking the nurse elected to have him securely strapped down on his back to a table with his legs spread and securely strapped to two arms that came out of the end of the table. This left his genitals hanging free. The elder girl was detailed to sit between the spread legs giving her hands full access to his now sensitive parts. The other was told to stand at his head which was just below waist high to her. For some time the seated girl gave him gentle massage to his shaft and glans until it started to harden. The state of his penis caused him to complain with deep groans, even though the overall effect was erotic to him. The rate of pumping was increased and despite the pain, Wendell found himself responding and he tried to lift his head to look at his masturbatrix. At this point the nurse nodded to the younger girl, who, blushing deeply lifted herself up so that the males gasping face was trapped under her short skirt. He now found himself staring up at her panty clad crotch just before the daylight was extinguished and his nose and mouth were almost totally covered by the thin material. At this point the other girl slowed down to take some proffered lubricant from the nurse, then went back to pumping with renewed energy and speed. It was more of the chilly based cream and the pain level for his stretched and retracted foreskin and glans went off the scale. With a loud scream into the panty face mask he felt the surge of the orgasm and the ensuing wave of shame that his self control had been completely taken away from him by these young girls. When released he was ordered back to the 'present' as the now giggling females took their leave with several backward glances at the male they had so effectively humiliated. When the paper-work had been completed the nurse ordered him to dress and proceed downstairs. It was a very subdued male who found himself back in the waiting room. His penis throbbed and felt completely raw but at least he realised that a compromising erection was beyond his capabilities for some time. The next episode, Chapter 84, is at:- http://u4ds.com/2011/12/the_prisoner_-_chapter_84.shtml Members can read all previous episodes at:- http://www.mschristine.com/DOMestic/sc.htm#willcane * * * end of messages * * * Support DOMestic, get/renew your password at:- http://u4ds.com/password The Fem Dom Training Program. Train your husband/lover. http://u4ds.com/program Copyright:- http://mschristine.com/cright.shtml * * * end of digest * * *