DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

She came over, snapped me to the hook, handcuffed me and said:
"If you move a muscle, I'll leave you here all night and no
talking."

If I can't move, why attach me to the hook? I wondered. I
couldn't figure out why I was here, she should have just put me
to bed in her closet.

It was a little later she removed my handcuffs, and unsnapped
me. She took the snap and led me to her chair, where she sat
down and pulled me down in front of her.

She said: "Take off my pants."

I slid off her black panties that I hadn't put on her.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me in. I started sucking and
licking as if standing in the corner all night hung in the
balance.

I knew she was coming but I didn't slow down, in fact I would
rather stay here on my knees between her legs than stand in the
corner.

Finally she pushed me away. She dragged me by the snap on the
collar into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and told me to
clean her. I got a warm wash cloth and wiped where I had been
licking and dabbed her dry with a towel.

She dragged me back into her bedroom, handcuffed me and put me
into her bed. She got in next to me and hugged me and said:
"You're a sweet man."

I didn't know what this was leading to.

She said: "I've turned into a monster."

I said: "Why do you say that Miss Kathleen?"

Kathleen said: "I have this urge to punish you, to force you to
do what I want."

I said: "I treasure you for that. I worship you. I love you. I'm
yours. Ma'am."

Kathleen said: "How can I be mean to you?"

I said: "During my period of redemption, I have to suffer and
it's your job to make that happen, then there is either laxity
or strictness, we agreed we would have strictness. At the
beginning you told me there was bitchiness inside of you. That
bitchiness has become my life. Ma'am."

Kathleen hugged me. She said: "Poor, poor Jim, you will have to
suffer so much."

She stroked my face, and pulled me into her breasts. I kissed
and licked over and over her breasts and chest then neck and I
felt her guide my head down between her legs. Her upper leg was
lying on my face. I started licking again and it was a long time
before she came.

My hands were cuffed behind me and I fell into that universe
where I was her object and nothing more. I could have spent the
night there. I would have done anything for her. She is all and
I'm nothing.

Kathleen laughed and said; "now you have to clean me again."
Handcuffs were taken off. This time it was a more joyous
Kathleen. I cleaned her as before but with even more love and
adoration, being able to touch her there was all I ever wanted
to do.

Kathleen took my snap in her hands and we went into her closet,
I was snapped to the chain. And this utterly naked goddess came
back in and handcuffed me. I fell asleep thinking of her
lovingly tell me I will suffer more.

The naked Kathleen woke me up. She had a gag for me. She
unlocked my handcuffs while I'm lying on the floor and her boobs
hung down close enough for me to kiss them. Why was I afraid? I
ask myself. I could see her pussy. I should have grabbed her,
made her get the keys to my penis, and just fucked her. But I
didn't.

I went into the kitchen and made coffee to take to my wife.

Day three of my redemption.

Sarah was sitting up in bed waiting for me. Good thing I
curtseyed. I set the coffee on the headboard, and extended a
hand to help her out of bed. She was so beautiful. I wrapped her
in her robe and gave her a hand while she put on her slippers.
She took the coffee and we went into the bathroom.

Sarah said: "I love you now more than I ever have, Jim."

I was gagged so I couldn't talk but I loved these moments of
intimacy with my wife. Repetition has dampened the excitement of
kneeling in front of her on the toilet and patting her pussy.
But doing something for her that makes her happy gives me
pleasure.

I still don't think of myself as a cook but Sarah was very happy
with her yoghurt and almond granola and strawberries. It was
nice to wear jeans and t-shirt because I could go outside and
get the newspaper without worrying about being seen.

I stood while Sarah ate, refilled her coffee and brought her
water. Sarah said: "Poor Jim you're still on bread and water;
and you have to fix all this nice food for me; and you're doing
all this to win forgiveness."

I couldn't talk, so I nodded yes, but I thought that it wasn't
enough so I curtseyed.

Sarah was finished and she got up then and hugged me and kissed
me on the forehead and cheeks.

I cleared the table, cleaned the kitchen, washed more
strawberries, and waited for my second goddess. I was wondering
what mood she would be in. If she is up she punishes me with joy
and alacrity. If she is down, she seems to dutifully execute
some agenda in her head. I don't know which hurts more.

I took a cup of coffee to Kathleen's room and she was awake
also. Of course I curtseyed.

"Good morning Miss Kathleen," I said.

Kathleen said: "I need to go to the bathroom and I have been
waiting."

I couldn't talk so I curtseyed. I got her robe and slippers.

She grabbed the snap on my collar, the coffee and away we went.
I am trying not to lust but a naked lady pulling on your collar
is exciting.

She plunked on the toilet, holding onto my collar so I had to
kneel while she sipped coffee.

I waited on my knees while she peed. My body and mind betrayed
me because I'm reacting to all this so sexually, I'd like to
jump her. She's not a Playboy model, she's twenty five years
older than me, and she's a little flabby.

She of course reads my mind, and says: "I have something new for
you to deter you from lusting."

I had to curtsy because I couldn't talk.

I think that Kathleen likes her breakfast.

She says: "I'll surprise you after breakfast."

I shiver. I bundled her into her bathrobe and got slippers on
her feet and we went to the dining room. I pulled out her chair,
heated up her coffee, brought the bowl of strawberries and some
whipped cream and sugar. But I couldn't ask what she would like
for breakfast.

Kathleen looked around and said: "I want English muffins,
buttered, and poached eggs."

All I could do was curtsy. I prepared the food and served it and
stood waiting with a towel. I tried not to move waiting for a
request.

When Kathleen finished eating she said: "I'll remove the gag, so
you can have your bread and water."

She did, and I got two slices of bread, and I drank a lot of
water. Kathleen watched me while I cleaned up the kitchen, and
loaded the dishwasher.

I curtseyed to her and she took the collar snap and led me back
to her bedroom.

She said: "You will find a two foot by three foot' oak panel in
my closet. Bring it here."

I did and she pointed to the corner, and I placed it there, it
actually was cut to go into a corner. I began having
premonitions.

Kathleen said: "Start dressing me."

I found a gold panties and bra set that even had a matching
garter and she nodded approval. I thought black stockings would
be nice and she agreed.

In light of what happened next I'll try to explain how dressing
her affected me.

The gold brassiere seemed to cup her boobs almost perfectly so I
had to give each one a little push to get it onto her boob. I
fastened it in the back. Then her garter fastens in the front
and I had to put my hands a few inches above her pussy to latch
it, of course I was looking at the latch, but it could be
thought that I was staring at her pussy.

Sliding on the stockings was an aesthetic process that I have to
say I enjoyed. I previously described fastening the garters puts
your face nearly into her pussy. I slid on her panties and
adjusted the waist-band with my fingers all around. I think
Kathleen lost her temper when I smoothed the seat of the
panties.

She said: "I will not have you lusting like some animal all over
my body when all you have to do is put on some clothes. I have
been looking for something to change your attitude." With that
she dragged me to the corner, and pushed me down and snapped my
collar to the low ring, only eight inches from the floor. And I
was forced to kneel on the oak wood she had me place there.

She said: "Hands behind you." And she handcuffed me.

She said: "The same rules apply as when you are standing here,
no movement and no talking."

I could tell this was going to be difficult. My knees were
already hurting. I tried subtly moving them and Kathleen was
immediately responsive. She said: "If you cannot hold still
while you are under punishment, I will have to apply more
restraints, and you will stay there longer. You have been
warned."

I knew she would follow through and I resolved to tough it out
and keep still.

It really began hurting. I, as always, wondered how long. When
I'm suffering the agony she is applying to me, I forget how
desirable she is. I begin to think she is a monster, and I have
to get out of this somehow.

She says: "We will have an extended session with this cat. You
should see the pattern it makes on your behind. At each strike
nine red dots appear, this morning, using your behind as a
canvas, I will make it uniformly red. You don't have to count
because there is no set number, but you have to thank me. If you
fail, the next stroke will be at least twice as hard. Also if
you move, the whipping will stop until you are fully secured.
Then it will resume and you will be confined here longer. Is all
that understood?"

Kathleen scares me when she gets into this mood. Kneeling there
was very painful and I didn't doubt she would do everything she
was threatening. I said: "Yes ma'am, I will thank you for the
strokes and keep very still."

And they began, somewhat painful, but when one landed on a spot
that had been previously reddened it hurt a lot. My screaming
went up the scale to a high pitch screech. I was suffering pain
from my knees and shins, and now my butt felt like she was
sticking me with pins.

As always I was really suffering at the hands of this woman.

Kathleen very deliberately struck from left to right and tried
to apply the red dots evenly.. Kathleen said: "The color is
uneven; some of the spots are turning purple. Well, we can
resume this afternoon."

Kathleen said: "I hope you remember this, the next time you
choose to lust after my body."

Kathleen said: "Don't move, you might be released very soon."

I thought that was 'Kathleen-speak' for probably 30 minutes. I
heard her putting things away and then miraculously she was
unlocking my handcuffs.

She said: "You may unclip yourself from the hook and get up."

It was so easy to unclip.

I got up and there before me was a vision of loveliness and
nearly irresistible sexiness. She was still in the gold
underwear and black stockings. She'd put on black high heels. I
saw all of this out of the corner of my eye. I was afraid of her
and I didn't want to be caught staring. I could see she was
looking straight at me. I kept my eyes on her feet, sexy in
their own right. She was wearing near stiletto black high heels
with straps wrapping twice around her shapely ankles.

Kathleen hugged me and said: "I'm so sorry I hurt you, you poor
guy." She then took the snap on the collar and pulled me over to
the chair and pulled me down so I was kneeling in front of her
slightly spread legs. She took my face in her hands and bent
over and kissed me, for a long time.

She sat up breathless and said "take off my pants."

I knew what that meant. I said: "Yes ma'am." I pulled her pants
down and put my face into her pussy, and boldly reached around
and put my hands on her ass to leverage me in. I decided I would
lick and suck her until she pushed me away and it took a long
time for that to happen.

She took the snap on the collar and dragged me to her bed and
dragged me down. We both ended lying on the bed. She hugged and
kissed me. I was hoping a key would appear for my cock-prison.

Instead she lazily said: "Let's spend the morning with a nice
nail and toe repair, then a nice massage, and then you can give
me a nice bath. Then I'll let you rest in my bed. This afternoon
I will have you in the stocks for five hours and I will whip you
five times. So we have to preserve your strength."

Frankly I didn't want to think about the afternoon. I was okay
doing the nails and massage and bath. But I was hoping for a
little more than just some rest. Of course I don't dare express
disagreement. That rest could easily change from rest time to
corner time or worse.

Kathleen said: "We will leave that board in the corner. I think
it will improve the punitive effect of corner time even when
you're standing."

So did I thank her?

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I can't understand how she loves and kisses me and thinks about
punishing me.

But we left her panties off so I would enjoy the view while I
trimmed and buffed her finger nails. The toe-nails offered a
better view, her legs were spread and one leg was on a low
hassock and I sat on a low stool so her pussy was at eye level.
I was very careful with the polish because I knew that she knew
that any mistake would be blamed on lusting.

I took off the rest of the clothes and placed her on the massage
table. Her back was lovely to me, very pale and smooth, she had
a lovely ass, not too large but definitely girlish. I would
happily put my face in it and kiss it all over, but I'm a
coward.

She turned over and I started with the just painted toes. Too
bad she didn't suggest sucking them, but I flexed them
individually and her foot, and massaged each muscle on the sides
of her leg, my hand brushed the hair on her pussy, but I tried
not to get closer. I also tried not to massage her breasts.

Bathing her was also a little tense, but I washed the pussy and
the breasts and ass with abandon. The best part was the
shampooing and the trimming.

She said: "You have really earned a rest. Make lunch for me and
I will give you your bread and water and then you can rest."

"Yes ma'am." I said.

We went into the kitchen together so I didn't have to have a
gag. She sat at the table while I nuked a nice soup I had picked
up, and I fixed her the signature ham and cheese.

Of course I had to stand with a towel while she ate it. The odor
of the soup made me very hungry. I was trying to go with the
spirit of redemption through suffering, but there are moments
where my sex and food appetites overwhelmed my resolve. I kept
saying to myself, I am a slave, I don't get good food, I don't
get sex, but I can see and smell the food and sex and I want it.
Finally I said to myself: I don't have a choice.

I got my two slices of bread and several glasses of water.
Kathleen stood by while I cleaned up.

Then we went to her room and she looked at the clock and said,
"I'm sorry Jim but you can only have 45 minutes rest."

It was only a little after 12:00 so I said in as meek voice as I
could: "Why is that Miss Kathleen?"

She said: "I have to give you five hours in the stocks, and you
have to get dinner ready by 6:30 and I may be hard on you today
so you will need a little time to recuperate."

That scared me a little. I said: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

I tried to nap, but all I could think of was a hamburger and
sex. Before I knew it, Kathleen had hold of the snap on the
collar and was leading me from the bed to the stocks. I fastened
my ankles, leaned over the bar and waited. About a half hour
later she came and fastened the top frame and pulled the belt
around my waist tightly. I sucked in my breath and I could move
just a little. I was naked except for the penis prison.

She patted my behind and said: "The color from the cat this
morning is gone. What shall I use to redden you up?"

Did I have to answer that? I thought.

She said: "When I ask you a question you should answer. You
don't want to make me cross with you, considering your
position."

I said: "No ma'am, I misunderstood that you were addressing the
question to me, because you always select just the right
instrument, and I never see the coloring effects of them."

Kathleen said: "Nevertheless, I asked you."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I think the strap would make me red because
it hurts so much."

Kathleen said: "Good choice, we'll start with that."

I know when she toys with me like this she has objectified me
and will not show any mercy. I actually was afraid.

My thoughts were going over how tender she was earlier, sort of
like a mom hugging and kissing; then she applied rules as though
she was a teacher, like I can only rest half and hour, and now
she was the police having to punish some miscreant. I hadn't
done anything since morning when I was kissed and hugged. So I
realized I didn't know who this person was or who was bringing a
strap to make me red.

Kathleen came in carrying the strap. She said: "You may hold it
for a while. Would you like it in your teeth or would you like
to hold it? In any case dropping it will have painful
consequences."

I said: "In my hand please Miss Kathleen."

I got to hold this strap that was going to hurt me so much. It
was black and pretty heavy. So I kept wondering how this person
changes so much. I am in such fear of her now. What happened to
the loving tenderness?

She ended my thoughts by taking the strap from my hand. She
said: "You will say: 'I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen',
and count the strokes."

I said in a supplicant voice: "Yes ma'am."

I hate to use the cliche: "I saw stars." My teeth rattled. She
walloped me so hard.

I yelled "I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen, one." And I
was out of breath. But immediately what little breath I had
whooshed out of me as another blow landed.

I screamed: "I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen, two." And
I tried to catch my breath. But another zinger landed.

I had trouble yelling: "I will not lust, thank you Miss
Kathleen, three." And I was out of breath like I had been
running. How could this go on?

Thwack again.

I hoarsely said: "I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen,
four."

Thwack again.

I coughed.

Thwack again.

She said: "I don't hear you."

I hoarsely whispered: "I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen,
five."

When it was over Kathleen said: "You were only going to get 20
strokes, but you got 25. I want you to keep thinking that you
will stop lusting."

She turned off the light and left.

I was very tightly restrained and had just been reduced to a
blubbering mess. I'm not asthmatic or anything but the force of
the blows knocked the breath out of me and I couldn't catch up,
and she never relented. When she was in this mood she was a
demon bitch. I had no idea of the time but I knew there was a
lot left that afternoon.

She came in and wiped the tears out of my eyes and let me blow
into a napkin, and offered me water from a glass with a straw in
it. And then she kissed my forehead. She is the mistress goddess
and I'm her slave.

Off went the lights and it was getting dark outside. I estimated
4:30, halfway through. I survived a bone rattling paddling from
her and only missed counting once.

At any time now she will come through the door with a whip or
crop or something else to really hurt me. I can't do anything
about it.

Kathleen enters, she turns on the light and examines my butt and
says: "We have a very nice color here, I'm going to use our cat
to darken it a little, what do you say to that?"

I say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen."

She slides the tentacles of the cat up my ass and says: "Is that
all you have to say?"

I say: "Sorry ma'am, I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen."
I'm so afraid of her.

She says: "You don't have to thank me yet, but I think we should
start. Remember the stroke won't count if you don't say it and
count."

She must have struck hard because it felt like I got 9 pins
stuck deep into me.

I said: "I will not lust, thank you Miss Kathleen, one."

And so it went.

Out went the lights. And I was just hanging there wondering how
I managed to get almost through it.

Suddenly, because it was a short time after the cat, the lights
went on and Kathleen released the upper frame and the waist
strap.

She said: "We are changing the order. You will fix dinner, serve
it, and return here for the completion of the session. Sarah
wants to participate."

I washed up, put some clothes on, and fixed and served dinner. I
was allowed to clear the table and load the dishes into the
dishwasher and I was even given my bread and water.

Kathleen led me back to the stocks had me strip off my clothes
and fastened me in. She turned off the lights and left. It was
dark now. After a while, maybe half an hour, the two ladies came
in and turned on the light.

Kathleen said: "Sarah is going to give you 20 good strokes with
this cane. If you can hold it in your mouth, you will only get
15, if you drop it you will get 25."

They left me with a cane stuck back into my mouth. In the
position I was in, drool comes out of your mouth constantly. My
wife would never do this to me. It must be Kathleen who is
putting her up to it.

This time it was longer, closer to maybe an hour, they came
back. Sarah said: "You drooled all over this cane." And they
wiped it with a towel.

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am." I wanted to grovel in the hopes they
would be easy on me.

Sarah said: "I'm sure you will be." She giggled.

My god my wife is into this. I thought.

Then she landed a slicing blow to the middle of my buttocks.

I hissed: "I will not lust, thank you Miss Sarah, one."

Sarah said: "That's so cute. Will he say that every time?"

Kathleen said: "If he doesn't you give him that stroke again, he
has trouble when you stroke him quickly."

Whack. I got another one before Kathleen quit talking.

I was sobbing already: "I will not lust, thank you Miss
Kathleen, two. I mean Miss Sarah."

Kathleen said: "He gets that stroke over."

Whack

I said "I will not lust, thank you Miss Sarah, two."

And we got to the 15th actually the 16th and Sarah said,
"Handcuff him and bring him to the family room."

I was put into the farther corner from the ladies, naked and
handcuffed.

Sarah said: "I think you have been rehabilitated. The bread and
water and afternoons in the stocks are over. Also after tonight
you don't have to wear the collar unless you're told to."

I said: "Thank you ma'ams."

Sarah said: "You may kiss our hands."

I went to Sarah and then to Kathleen and kissed their hands.

Sarah said: "You will go with Kathleen and tomorrow your
redemption will be complete."

I was led away. Naked, handcuffed and collared. Kathleen put me
in her closet and snapped me to the chain. She put the blanket
over me. Closed the door and turned off the light.

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