DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I realized Kathleen probably had access to everything so I said:
"Because of that signing incident I got a demerit, then when the
instructor came into the room, I didn't greet her along with
everyone else, I got a demerit, then one of the staff said I
looked at her while I was shampooing her. I got a very hard
strapping for that."

Kathleen asked about the other demerits.

I told her I got one demerit for missing a problem on a quiz,
but I didn't know why I got the others.

Kathleen said: "I will call Ms. Schmid and find out why."

I said: "I think I was framed by one of the staff who wanted to
spank me."

Kathleen said: "She just wanted to spank you?"

I said: "She made me do other services."

Kathleen said: "What services?"

I said: "Dressing and undressing, and toilet services. They
seemed to know I had been trained."

Kathleen said: "I figure you will get a really good beating when
we get home. I haven't heard any Miss or ma'am. But I will
really give you something to remember if you don't tell me
exactly what happened, now."

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Kathleen. I spent a considerable amount
of time on my knees in front of two of the staff."

Kathleen said: "Just wait until Sarah, hears this. I wouldn't
want to be you when she gets a cane in her hand."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

We were almost home at that point. I jumped out of the car when
we pulled up and opened the door for Miss Kathleen. I actually
curtseyed.

When we got inside Kathleen told me to put away the contents of
the bag and then report to her. I was still overjoyed to be
home. I knew it was going to be difficult.

I went to Miss Kathleen's bedroom and curtseyed at the door. She
had taken off her skirt and blouse and pointed to the stocks.
She looked so hot, I fastened my ankles and leaned over the bar
and put my head and hands on the lower support. She fastened the
top. She fastened the belt. Then she unlocked the chain and
pulled my girdle down. She pulled the curtains closed. Turned
off the light, closed the door and went out.

After my joy at being home cooled somewhat because of the pain
in my shoulders and hunger and thirst, and having been in the
stocks for nearly two hours, Kathleen came in and said: "I
haven't decided your punishment yet. So don't think that this
beating is going to be it. But I think you deserve this. Do you
remember the spanking rules?"

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen."

I don't think Kathleen had ever struck me with the venom she
expressed with her strap. I screamed: "Thank you Miss Kathleen
one stroke."

The belt bit into my skin and wrapped around to cut my sides. I
didn't think I could take too many of these. I screamed again:
"Thank you Miss Kathleen, two strokes."

She moved to the other side, and I could hear her grunting with
the effort, but I knew that if I didn't count I would get it
again, but how can I keep taking this. "Thank you Miss Kathleen,
three strokes."

After I screamed "twenty strokes", Kathleen said: "I'd like to
give you two hundred, but I'm leaving it to Sarah." She turned
off the lights and left me.

I was sniffling if not crying. I had never been beaten like
that. I felt like parts of me were broken. I was sore, from my
waist to half way down my leg, my shoulders were sore. And I was
even more hungry and thirsty.

Several more hours later Sarah had come home and she and
Kathleen came to visit me. Sarah had a cane in her hand. I said:
"Miss Sarah and Miss Kathleen, may I talk?"

Sarah said: "Go ahead."

I said: "I realize what I did was not good and I deserve to be
punished and I am at your mercy and I'm not asking for leniency.
I beg you to understand that I was chained. I had a collar, a
woman held a leash attached to the collar, and I was handcuffed.
That woman had the key to the chains and the handcuffs."

Sarah said: "Very well, hold this cane in your mouth. We're
going out to dinner and we will discuss what to do with you. It
would be a bad idea to drop the cane."

The lights went out and I hung there: forlorn, in pain, hungry
and thirsty. And I'll be here a lot longer, and probably get a
lot sorer I thought. I tried to doze but the discomfort kept
intruding.

It was much later when the goddesses returned. Because the cane
was in my mouth, moisture kept dripping out, and there was a
little puddle under me, of course the cane was wet.

Sarah said: "I think he's still somewhat obedient."

Kathleen said: "Give him a good beating and let's leave him
here."

Sarah said: "You're getting twenty-five hard strokes from this
cane. You will thank me and count each stroke or you will get it
again. Are you ready?"

What if I said no?

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Sarah"

Then thwack! I really screamed: "Thank you Miss Sarah, one
stroke."

Thwack! I had barely finished counting: "I can't take it Thank
you Miss Sarah, two strokes."

Sarah said: "Are you surprised that it hurts. We can all share
the pain."

Thwack:

I screeched: "Thank you Miss Sarah, three strokes."

I discovered I could take an even higher level of pain. When
Sarah was finished, I was so happy the stroking had stopped,
that I nearly forgot Kathleen's suggestion of leaving me here. I
hung there and muttered: "Thank you Miss Sarah, thank you Miss
Sarah," for a minute.

Meanwhile they left and turned off the lights.

I must have fallen asleep. It wasn't morning yet, but the air
was cold. Kathleen was in her bed asleep. I was numb. My limbs
no longer had feeling. I started to flex what little I could and
I felt the sting of the blood flowing back in. Will I ever get
out of this? I tried to go back to sleep. Should I beg Kathleen
to let me out?

I decided to be a martyr. The more punishment I got the more I
would be forgiven, I reasoned. I kept telling myself it will be
over. Can they stay mad at me forever? But the most important
point was: what was my responsibility in a situation like that?
The only guilt I had was that I did not mind bringing those
ladies off. I guess I deserve what I get, but I'll take ten
times as much for them to be happy with me again.

So I waited, and waited. I deserve to be sore, hungry and
thirsty I thought; I'm doing it for Sarah and Kathleen.

Kathleen woke up. And oh my God, she was naked. She got up and
released the latch holding the top frame, my neck and arms could
move, and she released the waist strap. I undid the ankle straps
and waited for her instructions. She said: "Find my robe."

I was so happy: "Yes ma'am."

The room was a mess, but I saw the robe and I got it and put it
on her. She went to the toilet and I was right there on my
knees. I would have licked it all up if she wanted me to. But I
just patted her dry. It was only two weeks ago she showed me
how.

Kathleen said: "Did you enjoy your night in the stocks?"

I said: "If you begin to forgive me, I will say it was a
wonderful night."

Kathleen said: "Consider it a down payment."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

Kathleen said: "I want a bath, I want my hair washed, I want to
be dressed, and I want this room cleaned, this house vacuumed,
and dinner cooked."

I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I bathed her, I never felt so much love and tenderness, and I
wondered if my shampooing expertise benefited her. I dressed her
as if I had been doing it for years. Fastening her garters was
still a thrilling experience.

I made her breakfast and stood at attention while she ate it. I
stood very close to her and I felt kinship form again.

While she read the newspaper and drank more coffee, I cleaned
her room, scrubbed the bathtub, sink, and toilet, polished the
mirrors, vacuumed, hung up her clothes, very carefully sniffed
her panties and put them into the hamper.

I came into the kitchen and curtsied and stood awaiting
instructions. She finished reading something. Kathleen said:
"I'm going into the family room; I want you to find the
punishment book and bring it to me."

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

I found the book and kneeled in front of her and offered the
book to her. She told me to write into the book that I committed
adultery. I wrote what she said; I looked up at her and realized
too late, that I wasn't allowed to. So I wrote that I looked up
when I was kneeling in front of her.

I handed the book back to Kathleen. She said that there were
more chores to do but after the chores, the remainder of the
morning and afternoon would be to settle our accounts.

I got busy. I did in Sarah's bedroom (it used to be OURS) what I
had done in Kathleen's. Then I did the kitchen, straightened
everywhere and vacuumed everywhere. I was so eager to place
myself in Kathleen's hands that I didn't dust or change linens,
but all that will wait.

I went to Kathleen's room, and curtseyed and went in and stood
waiting for instructions.

Kathleen said I could remove her blouse and skirt. I did and
hung them up. Then she motioned me back to the stocks, and I
fastened my ankles. She came over right away and fastened my
waist and lowered the top frame and locked it.

She said: "You will go into the stocks every day after chores
and receive various whippings. Today it will be a progressing
beating with paddles, straps and canes."

Miss Kathleen said: "We will start with this wooden paddle. You
may know it already." And the paddle smacked into my butt with a
loud report, but I was day-dreaming,

Kathleen said, "who's counting, here comes the first stroke."

I said: "thank you Miss Kathleen, that's one stroke." I never
realized women could be so exacting.

She kept me counting and I got thirty actual whacks but the
count was twenty-five. Then I had to wait an hour.

Kathleen held the cane Sarah had used to torture me. Kathleen
outdid Sarah, I heard her make little grunts. I counted 20 of
those but I got 22 or 23. I was blubbering when she finished.

She came back an hour later with a strap that was doubled over.
I counted 25 of those but I know I got more than 30. I had
trouble controlling myself. I had the hiccups, my nose was
running and I was sobbing.

An hour later she returned with a riding crop. I got to 15 of
those but I lost count, I couldn't remember Kathleen's name and
she took mercy, I probably got 20.

I waited another hour and Kathleen released me. She half carried
me to her bed. She later told me I had become delirious and kept
begging her to stop beating me. She let me recover on her bed.

I fixed dinner and I was so happy they let me serve. Kathleen
said: "You may clear the table, after you clean the kitchen,
report to us in the family room."

I said: "Yes Miss Kathleen." I hurried through the chores and
went into the family room. I curtseyed twice.

Kathleen said: "Bring the handcuffs and the book."

I said; "Yes ma'am;" And curtseyed twice.

I returned, curtseyed twice and handed the handcuffs and book
over. Kathleen handcuffed my hands behind me and pointed to the
corner where I went and sat on the floor.

Sarah said: "We have been discussing your punishment for
betraying us."

Kathleen said: "You will go on a subsistence diet for one week.
And when you are not working you will be placed into the stocks
and receive various beatings. You will sleep with restraints on
the floor."

Sarah said: "We will let you do your chores, but to enforce the
diet, you will wear a gag when not under supervision."

Sarah said: "You may speak."

I said: "I will gladly take any punishment to be forgiven."

Sarah said: "We haven't discussed forgiveness yet. Next week we
will talk again."

Kathleen said: "During this period you will always wear a
collar. Also any punishment you earn will be doubled."

I quietly said: "Yes ma'am."

Kathleen said: "I will put you to bed now."

I got up and curtseyed to Sarah and followed Kathleen. We went
into her bedroom and she removed the chain and asked me if I
wanted to go to the toilet, I went. Then she fastened the snap
on my collar to a chain hanging from the clothes bar in her
closet.

Kathleen said: "You will stand here until I go to bed."

She turned off the light and closed the door. I stood in the
darkness feeling discarded.

Several hours later, the door opened and Kathleen unsnapped me
from the top of the chain and fastened me to the bottom and I
could lie down. She came back and covered me. The lights went
out and the door closed.

I woke early the next morning, forgetting for a moment where I
was. It was pitch black inside of Kathleen's closet. When I
inhaled deeply I could sense her aroma.

After a short time the door opened and a luxuriantly naked
Kathleen unsnapped me from the chain and said I had to get Sarah
ready. I stood up and the handcuffs were removed. I curtseyed to
Miss Kathleen.

I rinsed the coffee pot, it had mold in it. And I started the
coffee; I went upstairs, knocked, entered, curtseyed. I bent and
kissed my wife. She opened her eyes, then responded to the kiss.
I got her bathrobe and slippers. She asked where the coffee was
and I told her I would get it. I curtseyed for her when I left
and again when I came back with the coffee.

She said she had missed me. I said I missed being here and I
missed her very much.

On my knees in between her legs, patting her dry made me think
that things were back to normal until Sarah said: "You've been
in the kitchen."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I made the coffee."

Sarah said: "You should be gagged, did you eat anything?"

I said: "No Miss Sarah, I didn't eat or drink anything."

Sarah said: "I can't let you go downstairs by yourself unless
you are gagged."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll go down with you."

Sarah said: "I want you to go down and fix my breakfast, but you
are not allowed to eat anything."

I said: "Yes ma'am. I won't."

Sarah said: "But I won't know that, you must be gagged."

I said: "Yes ma'am, how shall I get gagged."

Sarah said: "Would you like my panties in your mouth and my bra
wrapped and knotted around your head?"

I said: "Oh yes ma'am."

Sarah found the panties she wore yesterday and the brassiere,
they were green and she placed her panties in my mouth and used
the bra to hold it in.

It was a good thing I was wearing the girdle.

I went down and prepared the yoghurt and granola and orange
juice for Sarah. I toyed with ideas of how to get the newspaper
in my 'adorned' state.

Sarah came down and I had to stand while she ate the breakfast.

Sarah said: "After mom replaces the panties with a proper gag, I
want you to wash them and the bra by hand, and it would be nice
to iron them too. Why don't you look in the hamper for more of
my undies and my hose too. That way I know you were thinking of
me while you are doing that. It would be sweet of you to do that
for mom too. Tell her I recommend it for you. It will help
rehabilitate our relationship."

I couldn't talk so I just curtseyed.

Sarah reached out and took my hand and said: "We will come
through this." And hugged me.

I was so happy to have Sarah caress me like that. I was so horny
from having Sarah's panties in my mouth. I helped Sarah get on
her jacket and coat.

Then I brought coffee to Miss Kathleen. I did the curtsy, placed
the coffee on the night table and waited. Miss Kathleen had
fallen back to sleep. I had learned that I must wait at this
point. I'm accustomed to waiting.

Finally Miss Kathleen woke up and looked at me and laughed. She
said: "Sarah gagged you?"

I nodded because I couldn't talk.

The coffee probably was no longer hot, so I tried to gesticulate
that I needed to get her a fresh cup. She ignored me, took the
cup and we went to the toilet. She removed the bra and panties
and said that I would have a proper gag later. After that I
dressed her.

Kathleen said: "Find the book."

I did and knelt in front of her, careful not to look up.

Kathleen asked: "Did Sarah have any recommendations?"

I said: "Miss Sarah has requested that I hand wash her panties,
bras and stockings, and iron them. She also said I should do the
same for yours."

Kathleen said: "That will be very nice. I think it well help
focus your mind."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I had some cynical thoughts about the
labor involved.

I fixed Kathleen's breakfast under her supervision.

Kathleen said: "You are being put on a Spartan diet as a
punishment for your adultery. So when you are not under
supervision or restraint you will have to be gagged. And it is
your responsibility to have the gag. You didn't ask for it this
morning so as a punishment I'm not going to let you have any
breakfast. Maybe tomorrow morning you will beg for it."

I said: "Yes ma'am." I thought the harsher they treat me the
quicker they will forgive me.

Kathleen said: "Come with me, we will fit you out in style."

I followed her into the bedroom, and she sat on her chair and
pointed to the floor in front of her. I knelt down. Kathleen
said: "Take off my pants."

I pulled down Kathleen's panties, and waited for her, I thought
I knew what was coming. She took me by the hair and hauled me
into her. She came really fast but she still had my hair so I
didn't stop and she let go after I think she came again. I just
knelt there enjoying being there.

Kathleen said: "Put my pants back on."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I wanted to kiss her thighs and hug
her.

Kathleen got up and found the gag she was looking for and I
opened my mouth, in it went and she locked it with a small key
in the back.

Kathleen said: "You have to clean the kitchen, and the
bathrooms, make the beds, and do some hand laundry. You better
get started. There is a long punishment session this afternoon
for you."

I curtseyed and left.

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