DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I served the dinner, poured a generic Rhine style wine, and
stood by.

Kathleen told Sarah: "I put the poor dear into the stocks and
gave him a good beating with the strap. It broke my heart that
he earned 6 extra strokes. He tried so hard."

Sarah asked: "Did you punish him for not curtsying?"

Kathleen said: "Yes, and for arguing."

Sarah said: "Is that why you beat him?"

Kathleen said: "No, he stood in the corner for about 90 minutes
for not curtsying and drank dishwater for arguing, the soap
doesn't agree with him."

Sarah said: "Why did you beat him?"

Kathleen said: "He said that I was lovely."

Sarah said: "I see. Does he understand?"

Kathleen said: "I think so; let's give him a little test after
dinner to make sure."

Sarah said: "That's a good idea, it's best to make sure."

And I thought a test? That doesn't sound good. I made sure their
wine glasses stayed filled. I cleared the dishes, filled the
dishwasher and ran it. I drank the wine left in Kathleen's and
Sarah's glasses. That made me worry that they'll ask about it,
why do I do things like that?

Finally I entered the family room and the goddesses were
talking, I curtsied twice and stood and waited.

Sarah said: "How long was he in the stocks?"

Kathleen said: "Almost 3 hours, I feel I don't have to think
about him when I know he's completely secured."

Sarah said: "On the weekend we will have to let him work in the
office. He has to pay the bills, and he invests our money. He
spends about 10 to 12 hours."

Kathleen said: "How will I supervise him while he is doing
that?"

Sarah said: "Why don't you get some chains to put around him and
padlock it and make him come to you to unlock him."

Kathleen said: "I'll see what I have, I ordered a lot of stuff;
I'll give him a fitting tomorrow."

Sarah said to me: "Bring us some wine."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied twice.

I brought the wine and two glasses and curtsied twice.

I said: "May I pour, Miss Sara and Miss Kathleen?"

Kathleen laughing: "No, but you can pour some wine for us."

I poured.

Then Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs, they're in my room in
the usual place."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied twice. I found the handcuffs
but I wasn't happy. The rum and the wine had worn off. What were
they going to do?

I curtsied twice and placed the handcuffs on the coffee table
and stood and waited. Sarah was telling Kathleen that she had
been promoted to executive vice president. She was now the
number two person.

Kathleen said to me: "Come here and put your hands behind you."

I did and once again I was shackled.

She said: "Go sit on the floor in that corner."

I did, I was about equidistant between them.

Sarah said: "You're going to have a quiz. We're going to ask you
what you learned from the punishments Mom has given you during
the week. If you get the answer wrong, you will get twice the
punishment you had originally."

Kathleen started: "I'll make it easy for you, starting today -
Are you allowed to make overtures?"

I said: "No miss Kathleen, I am not allowed to make overtures."

Kathleen said: "When do you curtsy?"

I said: "Whenever I enter a room that is occupied by Miss Sarah
or Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "That was very good, when are you allowed to
argue?"

I said: "I'm not ever allowed to argue with Miss Sarah or Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Good, what were you punished for yesterday?"

I said: "I was punished for lusting while performing personal
services."

Kathleen said: "When are you allowed to lust?"

I said nervously: "When I'm being used sexually?"

Kathleen said: "That's good, why did I soap your mouth?"

I said: "Because I did not speak to Miss Sarah respectfully."

Kathleen said: "What did you learn, overall?"

I said: "I am here to serve Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Are you happy?"

I said: "I can't say if I'm happy, I certainly don't like being
punished, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sarah came over to me, pulled up her skirt and straddled me, and
started giving me passionate kisses. I kissed back, but I was
handcuffed.

Sarah whispered to me: "I want to make love to you, handcuffed."

I said: "Oh yes Miss Sarah."

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I lay on my back on Sarah's bed, naked and handcuffed. Sarah was
undressing and I was watching.

Sarah said: "You will pick all this up later," referring to the
clothes she was dropping on the floor. And then she was naked.

Later, Sarah was sleeping, I was still handcuffed. Neither of us
was covered. So I expected her to wake up and remove the
handcuffs.

Sarah snuggled up to me, and I wished I could put my arms around
her. We lay like that for a while. Then Sarah pushes me flat on
my back and straddles my head. I start licking. I lost count how
many times we lay cuddling then I'm licking Sarah. It was early
morning when Sarah found the keys and released me. My shoulders
were really sore.

Sarah said: "Tuck me in, then pick up my clothes, and find a
blanket, and you can sleep on the floor in the bathroom."

I said: "Yes Miss Sarah."

I picked up her and my clothes, I had the girdle and a tee
shirt, maybe the handcuffs were mine. She had a blouse,
brassiere, jacket, skirt, panties, and pantyhose, necklace, and
watch. After I put on my clothes, I hung her jacket, skirt and
blouse and put away the necklace and watch. I was attracted to
the panties and pantyhose but I was so tired and satiated that I
just put them into the laundry.

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I woke up early enough to make coffee, put the dishes away, cut
up the cantaloupe and bring coffee for Sarah and help get her
ready. After the lovemaking last night I felt eager to please
her. I waited until the last minute that she had to get up and
took her coffee. And I definitely curtsied when I came in.

I bent over and kissed her on the forehead. I was taking a
chance because she could call this an overture. But she woke up
and smiled. I gave her a hand up, her slippers were right there
and I handed her a robe, and I enjoyed the lovely view of a
naked lady.

Sarah sat on the pot, holding the coffee in both hands while I
patted her dry. She said: "This makes me look forward to
mornings."

I said: "Me too, Miss Sarah." But what I meant was that making
Sarah actually happy is what I looked forward to. I loved her so
much. But I wasn't allowed to say it.

At breakfast Sarah was delighted with yogurt and granola in a
bowl. She also had cut up cantaloupe. I helped Sarah put on her
coat as she was leaving and she gave me a hug and a long kiss
which I returned.

Next I took coffee to Kathleen. She was sleeping and I lifted a
limp hand and kissed it. She woke almost immediately. She said:
"Did you kiss my hand?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen, I did it to wake you."

She said: "That was very sweet; you can kiss me anywhere to wake
me."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Kathleen."

With that she pulled the blanket aside, and flashed her pussy
and boobs, and I think by the time she was looking at me I was
getting her slippers and robe, that's how precarious my
existence had become.

When she sat down on the toilet I handed her the coffee and she
grasped it in two hands and I thought how Sarah was like her.
She said: "After you dress me, I want a manicure and pedicure."

This was no longer new to me. She had explained how she wanted
her nails cut and polish applied. It was now easier. Today she
was sitting in yellow panties and yellow brassiere with a brown
garter belt, but no stockings.

I was kneeling at her feet, cutting and filing toenails, and
occasionally looking up. I applied the polish and amazingly
didn't get it on the carpet or on her skin. I was just
congratulating myself when she said: "Go get the book."

I brought the book and she said: "Kneel down and put the book
between my feet, you are going to write into the book how many
times you looked up while doing my nails."

I said: "I don't know how many times I looked up Miss Kathleen."

She said: "Lets call it ten times then; I think you're getting
off easy."

I said: "Thank you ma'am" and I thought I should have said four
or five instead of I don't know because evidently she didn't
either. I wrote: "Looking up at Miss Kathleen while doing her
toenails ten times."

When I finished writing she said: "Did Miss Sarah recommend
anything?"

I said: "No Miss Kathleen, she didn't."

Kathleen said: "Put the stockings on."

Literally touching her, putting my face inches from her crotch,
staring at her ass, inflames me. I can feel the tension as I get
more aroused, and Kathleen is watching me and I'm slowly
unfolding the stocking as I slide it up her leg. Fastening the
back garter nearly causes me to convulse. Finally it's done and
I feign indifference hoping I'm not accused of lusting.

Kathleen says: "I think a good over the knee paddling and some
quality corner time will be adequate for staring up at my
crotch."

I can only say: "Yes, ma'am."

She pulls me up and hugs me and says: "You are a precious dear."
And she kisses me. I kiss her back and I'm startled.

She seats herself, and invites me over her knee. She is only
wearing panties, brassiere and stockings.

She says: "Let's observe the thanking and counting as we did in
the stocks, I think I will give you ten for the number of times
you looked up. Were you looking at my panties? I think you have
a fixation on panties. Remember failure to respond to each
stroke properly will get it repeated."

And almost immediately my butt exploded with pain, I kicked and
wriggled but she held me tight to her, and I remembered to thank
her and count. At stroke number six I said it was number five,
so I got six again.

Kathleen said: "You did that well, go stand and I will fasten
you in a few minutes. I have something new for you."

I went to stand next to the hook and waited.

Kathleen fastened the collar and handcuffed me. Then she placed
what looked like a poker chip against the wall in front of my
nose.

She said: "You must press against this disk and hold it up: You
only have to stand here for 50 minutes, but if you let the disk
fall, you will get 10 additional minutes. I will be in and out
and put the disk back. You could earn yourself several hours or
even all day if you repeatedly let it fall. Do you understand?"

I said, "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Now tell me what is the behavior we are correcting
that you will be thinking about while standing here?"

I said: "Looking up at you while I'm working at your feet, Miss
Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "Yes, I hope you will stop that."

She left me there. It's hard to measure the pressure your nose
is applying to the disk. The tension this causes me is hard to
take. I try to relax but I can't. The time is unbearable, but as
Kathleen likes to say, I have to bear it. I don't doubt that she
will make me stand here forever if I keep dropping it. She is so
affectionate and so strict. I can hear her coming and going.
Please time move faster.

Kathleen is behind me, she said: "You haven't dropped it yet.
That's excellent. Was looking up my legs worth this punishment?"

I was confused, should I answer?

Kathleen said: "Poor boy, you don't know if you should answer
because when you're in the corner you may not speak, but if I
ask a question you may always answer."

I said: "The spanking was very painful and this disk is
unbearably tedious, but it was."

She said: "I will consider that. The next time you look up when
you are on the floor in front of me, I will raise the stakes
much higher. Have you been warned?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said, "Your 50 minutes is up, congratulations on not
dropping the disk"

She removed the handcuffs and unsnapped the collar from the ring
and used the snap to pull me to the floor and she sat down and
put my head between her knees. I was just spanked and spent an
agonizing 50 minutes staring at the wall for punishment for
looking up at her crotch. Now she is forcing me to stare at it.

Kathleen said: "You have been disciplined for peeking at my
crotch and now I'm letting you look at it. What have you to
say?"

I said: "Miss Kathleen, I am totally in your hands, you have all
the power and I have none."

She pulled on the collar's snap and pulled me up. She kissed me
then hugged me very tightly. I kissed back becoming completely
inflamed. She took the snap and dragged me down onto the floor
and said: "remove my panties."

I started to and remembered to say: "Yes ma'am."

When I got the panties down, I waited. She dragged my collar so
my face was in her pussy and I started licking. I try to make a
guppy like operation with my lips and it seems to work on her
because her hips began constricting and relaxing and finally I
felt her come. I didn't ever want to stop, and she didn't want
me to either. I kept at it for a long time until she sort of
collapsed backward and pushed my head away.

In a dreamy state Kathleen said: "Go stand by the hook."

I felt it was appropriate and said: "Yes ma'am," and went to
stand.

I wondered about my feelings about Kathleen. I was willing to
endure any punishment for the excitement she generates in me.
Okay call it lusting.

Kathleen said: "Come here."

I turned around and curtsied, and said: "Yes ma'am."

She took my collar snap and led me into the bathroom. She sat
down on the toilet and pulled me down between her legs and peed.

She said: "You may wipe."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And began patting her dry. She held the
snap and pulled me further into her pussy and I started licking.
'I've found a genuine nymphomaniac', I thought.

I lost track of time, I just kept licking, my face hurt from the
distortion, my jaws ached, but I didn't stop until she pushed me
away.

Kathleen finally got up and she pulled me along, she pulled me
onto her bed and we sort of dozed off. I wanted to hug and
cuddle her but I was afraid to.

She said I could kiss her toes and feet and work up. Licking
each toe and sucking on it then the tops of her feet and ankles
and thighs, and legs and ass, and back and neck, then she
grabbed me and we started kissing again.

Kathleen said: "I think you have chores to do."

I was disappointed but I said: "Yes ma'am," and curtsied.

I vacuumed, took out the trash, made Sarah's bed and I was
finished in less than an hour. I came back and Kathleen hadn't
moved. I curtsied and said: "It's lunch time Miss Kathleen, may
I be of service?"

She said: "Come and put my pants back on and finish dressing
me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I did put her panties back on, and a
skirt and blouse.

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