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Re: C: Trample Party Girl
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 12:37:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Michele Grounded_Shield

heart wrote:

>I am a guy with the same desires.. Taking my place under
>ladies feet.. Any ladies would you like to help me in NYC?

You might be interested in footnight(dot)com as they host parties
for foot worship and trampling across the US and I believe some
international cities.

Miss Michele

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P: FemDom seeking male
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:53:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Saber

Greetings and salutations good folk,

*sighs* I am so horrible at typing up one of these things, but
here goes a good try.

I am a lifestyle female dominant living in North Charleston,
South Carolina. I am soon to be 41 years of age, with brown hair
(slightly greying) and grey eyes (very intriguing), fair
complexion, and a BBW (280 pounds), who stands 5 feet 2 inches
tall (yes, I'm short in stature but not anything else).

My favorite activities are verbal and physical humiliation, CBT,
having my feet worshipped, sodomizing boys with a strap on, as
well as many other activities falling under the realm of kink.
My limits are simple - no blood, 4-legged animals (grin),
children, urine and feces. Don't even ask if I will consider any
of these activities as the answer will always be a resounding *NO!*.
Anything else, we can discuss and negotiate.

I'm seeking someone who is in a bit of the same predicament I am
in. I have a male room mate who does not know of my activities
with or desire to participate in BDSM activities. I have to keep
my personal interests *very* hush hush, due to my living
situation as well as my work situation. I would like to
eventually move into a full time, as possibly live in situation
in time, but in the meantime I'm looking for a little virtual
D/s-slash-BDSM. If this sounds as though it is something you are
looking for, feel free to email me privately or via list.

Sincerely,

Saber
aka Miss Stress
a3nsc@yahoo.com

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Re: P: Femdom in India
Date: 3 Feb 2009 10:31:26 -0000
From: jatin

hi

i am a male slave. my name is toomyy (doggy).. i have experience
with my girlfriend but she is not like me.. because i am a
doggy.. i have a hunger for doing these things so please contact
me mistress

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P: submissive male Washington DC metro
Date: 26 Jan 2009 17:57:09 -0000
From: Bill

Hello beautiful Dommes;

I consider myself a submissive male. Professional, well
educated, 47yo WM. Good looking, in good shape. Would love to
meet a domme in the metro Washington DC area. Your pleasure is
my goal. Need training.

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Re: P: submissive male Washington DC metro
Date: 1 Feb 2009 13:20:05 -0000
From: Loney Galey

i would like to be your sissy male maid all the time and i'd
like to do your housework and be your slut and whore and a sex
slave too.

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S: Serendipity (1 to 4)
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 07:22:25 -0800 (PST)
From: "sub\(one\)ime uk"

Serendipity
by sub1ime_uk@yahoo.com

Chapter 1 - Background

He had never been alone, but had always been lonely. He knew
that made no sense but that was how he felt about his life. He
had friends, acquaintances, even lovers once in a while. But
somehow he always felt he was alone, trapped inside his head
with his fantasies.

The fantasies could be seen as the cause of his ennui. They
weren't exactly mainstream. He had no desire to bed the latest
fashion model to grace the cover pages of Heat or Vogue,
although he found them attractive there was always an "If only
she were..." in his mind. He could understand on a purely
theoretical level how it would be nice to seduce and lure such
delectable creatures into his bed. But it just wasn't what he
wished for.

He wanted to be the one who was hunted. He wanted to be the
prey, the one who was caught and consumed. His fantasies usually
included his being forcibly restrained and made to obey by a
dominant woman or, less often, a man. Her beauty to him would
come from her dominance rather than necessarily having anything
to do with appearances. Although he admitted to himself it
wouldn't hurt if she were beautiful on the outside too.

For a number of years he had looked for her in magazines. In
those nasty little classified ads at the back of the less
reputable publications. He eventually admitted to himself that
they were not adverts from women looking for men like him. They
were ads from people looking for sheep to fleece, wallets to
empty. He found that completely abhorrent. He needed to feel his
submission would actually mean something to the person
dominating him. Not just as a source of cash to them.

His desire stayed constant, but his heart sank a little lower.
Then he discovered the internet, chatrooms, newsgroups, forums,
etc. Surely here there would be like-minded (or complementary-
minded) people?

For a while, in the early days, he thought he had discovered
nirvana. He contacted, even met, a few people who wanted what he
wanted or at least a close facsimile. At last he had a chance to
fulfil those interior longings. For a while he did. Except he
came to understand that those other people also had their own
agendas, their own desires, and their own needs and wants. Once
the common ground had been explored they had a need to move
onwards to their own more private desires. Being dominant they
tried to push him a little in that direction too, and, being
submissive, he tried to please them. Inevitably though he was
unable to follow them on their journey and they would leave to
take their own path. Leaving him behind; sometimes broken-
hearted, always sad.

The scene had played, as if in a loop, a number of times over
the years. He had gotten older, flabbier, tired. It showed. He
continued to search, but his heart wasn't truly in it anymore.
Added to that, the internet had been discovered by the money
grabbers who had moved in wholesale and pushed out the true
enthusiasts completely. He hadn't given up completely, but he
was close...

Chapter 2 - A New Beginning

Every weekday morning he would log onto his PC and check his
emails. He had two accounts, one for work and one for his more
discreet activities. The latter had been gathering dust for
quite some time. Its main use lately being to keep in touch with
former partners who he had remained friends with over the years.
They weren't interested in having him serve them anymore but
they at least understood what he was talking to them about and
gave him some small sense of community and support.

Today, as on almost all days there was nothing but a few spam
emails waiting for him. Not even a short email from one of his
friends. He sighed and pushed the window to the background while
he checked what work he had to do that day. A few minutes later
there was a soft "beep" and the window popped to the front
showing a new message had arrived.

Expecting another spam he idly clicked on the message's title:
"Something you may find interesting". Inside he found an
invitation to look at a profile on one of the many contact sites
he had posted his profile to over the years. The link pointed to
a profile for "Ms Pleiades". He felt a short pang of excitement
stab through him but clamped down on it hard, telling himself it
was most probably just another scam. However, the thing that
gave him most hope was that the email hadn't come from the
site's automailer but had been sent direct from a private email
address. So, once he'd taken a look at the email, he could reply
without having to pay for access on the contact site. That was a
first.

So he clicked on the link and was taken to a brief profile page.
It included a picture which wasn't very revealing of anything
much. A nice pair of legs and the hint of a hem of a skirt.
Nothing more. The profile said she was 38 years old, blonde, of
average build and with blue eyes. She was married with no
children. The text of her profile listed a number of interests
most of which matched exactly with his. A couple which he'd
wondered about but never had the opportunity, or nerve, to try.
It was all written in proper grammatical English, which he very
much liked, and sounded very sincere. It said she wanted a part-
time, local, slave she could use sexually and then dismiss until
next time. No emotional attachments, no love, no mercy.

He spent a long time looking for the "catch", he also at that
time noticed that she, if the web site could be believed, lived
less than 10 miles from him. He also noted that she preferred
married slaves because they understood better the need for
discretion... This was unusual. He'd usually been told that his
married status put Dommes off him. Here was one who said she
preferred it! He decided to be careful and not run headlong too
quickly, or to become over-keen. He'd made that mistake before.
He put the email aside telling himself that he would decide
whether to reply after lunch.

Lunch came and went. He hardly noticed it. His mind was on one
thing only. He knew he would reply. But what should he say?

In the end he composed a medium length, polite, possibly
slightly boring, email. He gave some details of his experience,
of what he hoped he could do for her, and what his fantasies
left him hoping for. He was worried about that last part. Some
Dommes were of the opinion that a slave was there just to serve
them and if one had needs of his own they should be completely
fulfilled by that service. He'd tried to be like that. It hadn't
worked, he'd simply become depressed. So, he thought, honesty
first, and only then can desire become a factor.

He pressed "send" and logged off. It was time to go home.

Chapter 3 - The Reply

The reply was waiting for him the next morning. It was very
direct with hardly anything in the way of chat or personal
information:

From: Ms Pleiades
To: sub1ime

Subject: Slave

Hello slave, thank you for replying to me. I can see you put a
lot of effort in your reply. That is good, but actually not
relevant. It has had its desired result which is proving your
suitability to progress to a face-to-face interview. Nothing
more.

Follow these instructions exactly:

Be at the bus-stop at the bottom of Turpin Road
at exactly 7pm tonight.
Be dressed in trousers, shoes, socks, a shirt
and a coat. No underwear, or luggage.
A car will pull up beside you. My husband will
be driving it. Get in the back and put on the
blindfold.
Do not speak to my husband.
Wait for instructions.

If you cannot follow these instructions exactly then reply to
this email saying so and you will never hear from me again. If
you do not reply and then do not do as instructed I will post my
opinion of your reliability onto the web forums.

Ms Pleiades

He re-read her email a number of times that day, trying to
decide if he should go to meet her. She was moving things along
quite rapidly, and her involvement of her husband in the process
made him a tad nervous. She obviously didn't need as much
discretion as he did.

Five o'clock came around and he still hadn't emailed back to
cancel. He realised then that he was going to do as she had
ordered. He was intrigued by her decisiveness. He had a feeling
she was not run-of-the-mill and would not be another prodomme
out for money. He, understandably, hoped his first impressions
turned out right.

Chapter 4 - The Interview

So there he was. At 7pm, feeling slightly foolish and
underdressed, standing at the bus-stop on Turpin Road. He'd
arrived at a quarter to the hour and already seen two buses full
of commuters go by. He wondered what kind of car it would be,
what her husband would be like?

Just then a big old Rover pulled up beside him and tooted its
horn. It made him jump and he scurried onto the back-seat before
thinking to take a look at the driver. The driver sat there with
his head down slightly waiting. What was he waiting for? Oh yes.
The blindfold. He picked it up and looked at it. It was leather
and had a locking catch at the back. The straps were
elasticated. Placing the front pads over his eyes he pulled the
straps back and heard the catch click shut. It was tight but not
so tight he couldn't have pulled it off with a little effort he
felt. The car pulled out into the traffic and zoomed off. Not a
word was spoken.

He, obviously, tried to keep track of where he was being taken
but the route seemed quite tortuous. At one point he was almost
sure the car had gone twice around a roundabout. eventually the
car pulled off a main road and onto a gravel one. Quite a long
gravel track. Then it stopped. There was a long silence
punctuated by the ticking of the car's engine as it cooled and
the driver's breathing. They waited. Eventually he heard
footsteps across the gravel beside the car followed by two sharp
knocks on the roof. The driver quickly exited the car and was
asked some questions at a low enough tone that the words were
indistinct.

Suddenly the door beside him was opened and his upper arm
grabbed and pulled. He was guided out of the car and ushered
across the gravel and into a hallway. The door was slammed
behind him.

He heard heels clicking across the tiled floor and someone
seating themself in a soft chair. Other footsteps signalled the
departure of the driver. There followed a minute or two of
silence. He waited, rather nervously.

"Welcome to my home", came a soft yet firm sounding voice. "I am
Ms Pleiades. If you are to be accepted into my service you will
always refer to me as Madame."

She paused for a moment and he realised he could hear the sound
of a wine glass being replaced on a table.

"I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer
truthfully and completely. Refusal to answer any question will
result in instant dismissal. As will being caught in a lie. Is
that understood?"

He coughed to clear his throat, then stuttered. "Y.yes Madame".

"Good. Answer each question quickly. Your first answer is the
only one I shall accept."

"1. Do you prefer bondage or corner-time?"

"Bondage Madame"

"2. Are your heterosexual, bisexual, or gay?"

"Bisexual Madame"

"3. Does you wife condone your activities?"

"No Madame"

"4. Do you have sex with your wife?"

"Rarely Madame"

"5. I shall provide a list of hard limits, you will be allowed
to request additional ones be added, but I shall be the one who
decides. Do you accept?"

"Y.yes Madame"

"6. Your service to me will involve all forms of sexual
activity, corporal punishment and bondage. Do you agree to
this?"

"Yes Madame"

"7. Once accepted into my service I will take steps to ensure
you cannot escape me unless I allow it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Madame"

"8. Are you sure you are still willing to serve me slave?"

he started to answer, then faltered... feeling as before that
things were moving very fast...

"Well? Yes or No?"

"Y.yes Madame"

"Good. I am going to accept you on a trial basis. Remove your
clothes slave."

"Pardon Madame?"

"You heard me. Take your clothes off, now."

"Yes Madame"

He first took off his coat, then he bent down and fumbled to
undo his shoelaces, after that he removed his shoes, socks,
trousers and shirt. Standing there completely naked and
blindfolded in front of a woman he had never even seen gave him
a frisson of excitement causing a stirring in his balls and
cock.

"Hmmm... not very big are you? Acceptable though. Stand up
straight, hands behind you. I want to inspect you."

He heard her stand and walk towards him. She stopped just in
front of him and a soft fingertip circled one of his nipples
which hardened. "Good ... sensitive". She walked around him a
couple of times, running her hands over his buttocks and finally
cupping his balls. His cock became very erect, and she grasped
it tightly.

"This is now mine. It only cums when I allow it, and how I allow
it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Madame"

"What do you think will happen if I find out you have disobeyed
me slave?"

"Um... You will punish me Madame?"

"Yes. But do you know how hard or in what way?"

"No Madame I don't"

"Your answer should have been: 'As hard as you wish and in any
way you decide Madame'. Repeat that slave."

"As hard as you wish and in any way you decide Madame"

"Very good. Now, when do you think I shall punish you slave?"

"When I've been bad Madame?"

"No, no, no slave. The correct answer is 'Whenever you please
Mistress'. Say it slave."

"Whenever you please Mistress"

"You don't sound convinced slave. I will demonstrate."

As she spoke he felt her walk behind him once more and something
cold and hard clicked shut around his wrists. Then he was guided
a few steps forward until his legs bumped into something.

"Bend over the chair in front of you slave and spread your legs
apart."

"Good boy. Now remember this is not a punishment for being bad
or disobedient. This is because I want to make a point."

With that he heard a sharp *swish* and a cane landed squarely
across his buttocks. He gasped and straightened up only to be
rebuked for moving and told to bend back down again.

Five more times the cane swished and by the end he was mewling
softly, but kept in position.

"Good. I think we understand each other now slave. You may
thank me."

"Th.thank Y.you M.madame", he sniffled.

"You may stand up now. Turn around."

He did as ordered and felt her softly massaging his cock back to
hardness. "You reacted very well. I am pleased. You have earned
a small reward."

He felt her reach up and unlock the blindfold, then remove it
and he was looking deeply into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"Eyes down slave!".

He looked down and saw her delicate hands with deep red nails
wrapped around his cock. She was slowly massaging it. His heart,
his cock, and his bum were all throbbing in synchrony.

"You're a good boy. Keep this up and I might even allow you to
cum one day soon.", she patted his cock and walked away leaving
him standing there.

He looked around dazed for a few seconds. Wondering what to do.
Then a man came in and unlocked the cuffs. "Get dressed, I will
drive you back to the bus stop. You are to be there again on
Friday at the same time. Same dress-code. If you can be away for
the weekend then email that information. Do not wank. She will
know if you have."

To be continued?

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S: Anniversary Surprise - Chapter Seven
From: Shoekisser
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:48:56 +0000

First chapter is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/11/anniversary_surprise.shtml

Anniversary Surprise

Chapter Seven

For the remainder of the two weeks, my days followed the same
basic pattern, mornings working out and afternoons in training.
In addition to the kitchen, bar, and dining room, training
included the washing, ironing, and maintenance of women's
clothing, and general house maid duties.. Evenings were spent
serving in the dining room or bar.

At all times I was under the direct supervision of a woman. My
sexual frustration grew during my stay, but since the only time
I was alone was at night, when I was rendered helpless by the
arm binder fastened to the foot of the bed, and couldn't reach
my crotch, there was no relief.

One evening near the end of my stay (I figured out later it must
have been Thursday night), My wife pulled a different maid's
dress out of my suitcase. It had a much shorter skirt that
barely covered my crotch. She put it on me, and then observed
that there wasn't room for the petticoats. She then handed me my
daily dose of pills and a glass of water. After I had swallowed
them, she started caressing my crotch. After 10 plus days in
this place with no release, I got instantly hard. As usually
happened, just about the time I was starting to really get into
it, she zapped me.

She then turned away, and proceeded to get dressed for dinner.
Thus, she didn't notice an unusual event occurring, my erection
did not disappear. I wasn't about to risk getting another jolt,
so I kept my back to her so she couldn't see. We rode the
elevator down, and I remained undiscovered until the door opened
and there stood the Head Trainer. She, of course noticed my
erection pushing my short skirt out.

"What is that obscene display?", and hit the button on her
remote. The initial shock had no effect on my erection, so she
moved to the knee dropping setting. The pain was intense, but it
had no effect. She was considering something more drastic when
the Head Mistress walked up behind her, noticed what was
happening, and said, "Let me handle this, dear."

Then, to me, "Raise your skirt."

When I did, she hit my erection with the back of her hand, then
slapped it with the palm. No effect.

"I was afraid this would happen. I warned our pharmacist not to
store the Viagra next to the vitamins, but she insists on
alphabetizing everything. Oh well, it will go down in a hour or
two."

I was the center of attention while I served drinks to the
ladies. All of them had to try to cure my problem, without
generating an orgasm, that would have provided me with forbidden
pleasure. One woman made me kneel and pull my skirt up. Her
black patent leather shoe held my cock down while the spike heel
of her other shoe dug into the head. Then she moved it to just
below the head, and applied all her weight.. All of this proved
to be very painful, but did nothing to relieve the erection.
Another made me lie on my back while she dug her heels into my
balls. Equally painful, but with the same result. These
fruitless attempts, along with raunchy comments were continued
for the duration of the cocktail hour.

Finally, the swelling went down, and I was no longer the center
of attention. That evening had to be the most humiliating
experience of my stay there. Eventually, the evening ended and I
was put to bed.

The next night, I was once again dressed in the super-short
maids outfit. This time I carefully looked at the handful of
pills my wife gave me to make sure there weren't any little blue
pills included. I was assigned to serving dinner, and received
many comments about the events of the previous evening. After
dinner, when the table had been cleared and the rest of the
maids were removed from the dining room, the Head Mistress, who
sat at the head of the table, called me to stand at the foot of
the table.

"I want you to step up onto the chair in front of you and then
onto the table."

Puzzled, I did as I was told, As I looked down the table at the
Head Mistress I was aware that, with the short skirt I was
wearing, I was completely exposed to the women sitting around
the table below me,.

"You went through a troubling experience last night. Didn't
you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm sorry about the mix-up in the pills. but since you handled
last night so well, I think you deserve to be rewarded. Would
you like that?"

I had no idea what the reward might be, but I dutifully replied,
"Yes, Mistress."

"Traditionally, at this academy males must show that they have
progressed far enough in their training that they deserve to
wear panties. I think you have earned the right to wear panties.
Does that appeal to you?"

I was torn. Being a red-blooded male, I never had any desire to
wear panties, or any other feminine garment, for that matter.
However, considering the completely feminine outfit I was
currently wearing, the addition of panties couldn't make it any
worse. Plus, anything that covered my privates, would be an
improvement, particularly after last night.

"We're waiting", rather impatiently from the Head Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress, I would like to wear panties."

There, I had said it. Never, in my wildest imagination, did I
think I would ever say those words, but I just had.

"I think you should ask nicely to be permitted to wear panties.
In fact, I think you should beg for the privilege. Walk to this
end of the table and kneel."

As I carefully walked the length of the table in 4" heels, and
knelt, she leaned back in her chair and propped her beautiful
shiny boots up on the table.

"Beg, and to show you mean it, kiss my boots while you are doing
it."

I lowered my head to kiss her bitchin, black, ball-bustin, boots
and said, "Please, Mistress, allow me the privilege of wearing
panties."

In this position, my bare cock and balls were exposed to the
ladies at the table. Someone behind me starting caressing them,
exciting me. "She certainly needs something to cover that
obscene, unladylike erection. I recommend you grant her wish."

"OK, they will complete your outfit, and I'm sure will also help
you to feel more feminine. However, there is a condition."

Why didn't that surprise me?

"If I agree to let you wear panties now, you must agree to wear
them any time your wife asks you to. Do you agree to that?"

Again I was torn. This 2 weeks had been hell, but, at least the
end was in sight, and with it, all wearing of feminine clothes.
But I was tired of being exposed, and occasionally wearing
panties at my wife's request wouldn't be a big hardship. No one
else would know, and I'm sure she would be reasonable about it,
wouldn't she?

"OK"

"OK?"

I got zapped.

"Yes, Mistress, I agree to wear panties any time my wife asks me
to."

"For as long as she asks you to?"

"Yes, Mistress. I swear to wear panties any time my wife asks me
to, for as long as she wishes."

"Great. Stand up, turn around, and walk back to the other end."

I did so, aware that once again, I had an erection protruding
from under my short skirt. After I got to the end of the table,
someone zapped me, and the erection disappeared.

"Pick up your right foot."

The two ladies sitting nearest me each offered a hand for
balance. I picked up my foot. My wife got up, walked to the end
of the table, and held a pair of sexy black lace panties for me
to step into. After the panties were on my right leg, I picked
up my left foot, without being told. The panties were pulled up
my legs by my wife.

"Turn around."

"There, you are now officially pantied. It's a definite
improvement."

There was a round of applause from the women at the table.

I was led upstairs, undressed, and put to bed wearing panties
for the first time, in addition to the nighty, waist cincher,
and arm binder.

My wife kissed me, and said, "I have another surprise for you.
Tomorrow is going to be a special day. We are going to renew our
wedding vows. Won't that be nice?"

Considering her last "Surprise" I'm not sure I wanted another,
but renewing vows sounded innocuous, so I said, "Yes, Mistress."

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