DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I cut up lots of fruit and mixed it together, and granola and
yoghurts, and poached eggs, toasted muffins and coffee. I put
plates, and silverware and bowls and cups. Everything was ready.

Kathleen was first I curtsied and fixed her coffee and took her
order for egg muffins, then Betty and then Sarah: Curtsy,
Curtsy. I was busy for five minutes then I stood.

Sarah announced that mom (Kathleen) was retiring as my
governess. My new governess was going to be Betty. Sarah
explained to me that Betty would make sure I was doing the work
and administer whatever discipline was needed. She went on that
there was no appeal to Betty's decisions concerning me, and
Sarah would arrange to be with me through Betty. So Sarah wanted
me to understand that Betty ruled my world except when she let
me be with Sarah.

Betty said: "We like you so much Jim, that we will change our
waking times in the morning so you can dress all three of us
every morning. We will try to have breakfast and dinner together
every day. At night time you will help us get undressed into
bathrobes or bed. Weekends everyone will be given a spa
treatment. You will have all your chores such as house cleaning
and laundry to do. I will make up a schedule and see to it that
you follow it. What do you think of that?"

I said: "I will work as hard as I can."

Betty said: "I will work very closely with you."

The ladies liked the breakfast.

I said: "Miss Betty, I would like to eat the leftovers and clean
the kitchen."

Betty said: "You may do that Jim."

I curtsied three times and ate up. Then I cleaned the kitchen,
since I had cleared it with Betty I did a little extra cleaning.
Then Betty came in.

Betty said: "You may not clean all day, I've made you a schedule
and you have to adhere to it."

I curtsied and said: "Yes ma'am;" I knew it was starting.

Betty said: "First you should know I brought the strap you met
last week with me."

I said: "Yes ma'am I haven't forgotten."

Betty said: "First we're going to lock you back up. Then you can
study your new schedule."

Betty said: "As a policy you will not get punished for lusting.
But if you fail to do your work you will get punished. If you
deviate from your schedule without permission you will be
severely punished, by that I mean more than the belting you got
over the chair."

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Betty;" As bad as it sounded
I felt this lady and I could come to a working relationship.

Betty said: "It won't be easy but it won't be real hard if you
do everything I tell you exactly the way I tell you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I was standing and Betty was sitting in a chair. She pulled my
shorts down and fitted the device around my penis and locked it.

Betty said: "Mom and Sarah said you take care of paying bills
and making investments. I want you to take care of mine also,
but I want to be kept informed about what you're doing."

I said: "Yes ma'am: Miss Kathleen is also involved and you may
wish to involve yourself."

Betty said: "No thanks, you and mom do it. You have four to five
hours to do that, is that enough?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "You will sleep in my room, possibly in my bed for
the next seven days. Sarah has agreed that I have to develop
your routine."

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

Kathleen and I reviewed our investments. Betty had given me a
folder and Kathleen and I looked at the contents. We were
surprised because Betty was very rich, she had more money than
Kathleen and Sarah and I had together. It was all in banks. As I
looked further into the folder Betty had sold companies and
property. She still owned several restaurants and a hotel worth
an unknown amount. The properties were in Las Vegas.

I recommended that we take her liquid assets and put one third
into bonds, one third into mutual funds, and one third we will
trade like we do our accounts but add a zero when we trade
Betty's.

Kathleen said she would do that and we started searching for
companies to buy and evaluated the companies we owned. As a
practical matter one can only do this for a few hours at a time.

I returned to Betty and told her our plans. She said she
approved and would ask Kathleen if she had questions. Betty said
this was an excellent time to do her spa treatment. While I was
removing Betty's shoes she told me that the establishment where
I had the terrible beating was one that she started and sold to
a group that had other adult sex operations.

I was joking: "Where was the sex Miss Betty?"

Betty said: "Don't be silly, all of this is about sex. Slavery
is illegal; you're a sex maniac and got yourself into this."

After I got her naked she lay on the massage table and talking
ceased. She and Sarah have beautiful bodies. And the budding
masseuse in me is finding this a special joy. Then the craziness
in me dwells on the worshipping of the lady. I live to give
massages to pretty ladies.

Betty likes to take a quick shower but I would have loved to
bathe her. She came out and I wrapped her in towels and lovingly
rubbed her all over. I think she knew she was being loved.

I filed her nails on her fingers and toes; actually they were
buffed because they were so perfect. I toyed with changing the
color, but I liked the red and I didn't have anything better.

I dressed her and she half smiled at me the whole time. I wanted
to ask what was on her mind but I wasn't on that kind of
relationship with her.

She liked the makeup I got for her (which she punished me for
getting) which I helped her put on. I saw her look at her watch.
I thought 'good: she now knows how much time it costs to take
care of a lady.'

Betty said: "That took almost an hour."

I said: "Normally it takes longer Miss Betty."

She said: "Why?"

I said: "You weren't feeling randy while I gave you the massage,
you took a quick shower instead of a nice bath, your nails were
done a few days ago, you knew what you wanted to wear and didn't
change your mind, and your make-up went right on. No adjustments
or try something else."

Betty said: "What should we budget?"

I said: "Can we say on average it would take ninety minutes, but
I would never disappoint a lady and say I have to go, so
sometimes longer, ma'am."

Betty said: "Could you do three ninety minute sessions in a
row?"

I said: "I think so, ma'am."

Betty said: "You need to understand that I will demand you
perform on the schedule I give you, and of course you know the
consequence of not pleasing us."

I said: "Yes ma'am, the problem is my lovely clientele is not
average or typical or anything like that. One day fifty minutes,
next day twice that."

Betty said: "What are we going to do?"

I said: "Schedule one hour per lady and after each schedule one
and a half hours of cleaning. If a lady takes too long, I will
report to you that the cleaning was delayed."

Betty said: "How can I allow you to have that much discretion?"

I said: "Maybe the ladies can sign a time sheet;" the answer was
she had to trust me

Betty said: "You will report to me when you have finished with
mom or Sarah. Then I'll know where you are whenever I want to."

I said: "Yes ma'am that will work."

Kathleen is my best massage subject because I've done her the
most. I remembered how sexy I used to find her while dressing
her and I would fear her accusing me of lusting. I could easily
lust for her. I put her stockings on looking straight into her
pussy. I wondered what she would do if I kissed her thighs or
started licking her pussy. I saw her smiling. She liked me to
have these thoughts.

I reported to Betty who was sitting in the dining room snacking
on something she found, since she was alone I curtsied and
started kissing her feet. She let me do that for a few minutes
and then said: "Take off my shoes and socks."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and took off her tennis shoes and socks.
And started kissing her toes after a few minutes she said: "What
do you want to report?"

I said: "I finished Miss Kathleen, ma'am."

Betty said: "What do you want to do?"

I said: "I can collect the laundry and sort it and start the
washer, then vacuum the downstairs, and that should bring me to
Miss Sarah."

Betty said: "Put my socks and shoes back on then you may go do
that."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I did not kiss one more toe or do
anything to get this lady riled.

I curtsied and visited the ladies bathrooms and as far as I was
concerned it was a panty raid; along with bras, stockings, panty
hose, a few blouses, skirts and jeans.

At times when I get turned on by touching my ladies' panties and
bras, I wonder are these ladies pushing my buttons with
exquisite skill because they love me or did I fall into their
hands and they are using me. The panty washing is an example of
this. The benefit to me is that I get aroused, the benefit to
the ladies is they 'know' I'm thinking about them. It makes me
wonder. Are they doing it for me or am I doing it for them?

While I'm scrubbing some faint stain from the crotch of a panty
I imagine the webs of restraint by which I'm bound. They may
inspect it and say I didn't clean it, or they will notice I
didn't iron a bra properly. So I am fastidious about the
underwear the clothes and every little thing. I never considered
myself a perfectionist, but I'm so under their control. And I
realize I put myself there and I'm most afraid they will put me
out. So I'm trying harder to always please.

But what's fun is finding the 'freshest' panty and sniffing it.
After I dump them into soapy water it's just work; or I may
imagine how under control I am by the ladies wearing these,

I hung them all over the dryer racks, I now have two but I will
need another.

Then I vacuumed, and learned where Sarah, Kathleen and Betty
were. I washed up and put on after shave and visited Sarah in
what was our bedroom with the massage table. I was sure to
curtsy, and I set up.

Sarah is so lovely, I asked with some trepidation: "Miss Sarah
may I use my tongue and mouth during today's massage?"

Sarah said: "Jim you know you are not allowed to come on with
propositions, please report this violation of a basic rule to
Betty and tell her I want to watch when she punishes you. Yes
you may use your mouth, but remember I have a cane if I'm not
satisfied."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" but I was amazed by my wife. I took extra
care giving her my best massage. At first I sucked on her toes
and that was all, but while I was massaging her thighs a pair of
hands grabbed my hair and put my tongue to work. I didn't think
she would have to use her cane.

I reported to Betty who was in her room reading, by kissing her
feet. Betty let me do that until I was getting myself hot. She
said: "What do you have to report?"

I said: "I finished Miss Sarah, but she asks that I report that
I propositioned her and it is a basic rule that I may not come
on to her or Kathleen, Miss Betty and she said she wanted to
watch while you punished me."

Betty said: "What do you have to do today?"

I have more vacuuming to do, then it will be lunch time, then
clean up from lunch, in the afternoon I have to do the toilets
and empty all the trash, normally I vacuum after that but there
is probably a mess somewhere."

Betty rearranged my work, I thought it was 'thoughtful' but it
didn't much matter because one guy working alone still has to do
everything.

Cleaning toilets and taking out trash is a slightly yucky job so
I wear gloves. Also when I do sinks and clean mirrors. Then I
washed up and made lunch for three beloved ladies (and me).

While standing at more or less attention with a towel on my
elbow I listened to the conversation. They were talking about
politics and Hilary Clinton. I was just the 'help'.

I ate the leftovers and washed the dishes and vacuumed. I
reported to Betty, who was in her room reading, and I went to
kiss her feet and she stopped me.

She said: "You are under a punishment sentence. You are adding
to your burden by forgetting the procedures. Stand at
attention."

I did. I feel awfully stupid standing at attention, in Betty's
bedroom. But I don't want to cross her. By now I shouldn't even
have these thoughts. I am a slave and they get to tell me to do
anything they want and I try to do it. I guess that makes it
better.

Betty said: "You may move over to the corner and put your hands
on your head."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "No talking and no moving."

I feel the corner is only a few degrees this side of total
rejection, of course that's totally ridiculous. Why do I have
such attitude problems now? I wondered.

Betty left, but I daren't move. Then I heard voices; it was
Sarah and Betty chatting about some memory they had. I'm a big
guy but they don't see me, standing in the corner with my hands
on my head.

Finally Betty says: "Jim, go put yourself into the stocks."

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

I have really begun to hate this contraption. I fastened my
ankles tightly because I know Betty will check; and I leaned in
and put my hands and neck into the cutouts and waited. Finally
the door opened and Betty and Sarah came in. Sarah moved the
chair in front of me and sat down. Of course she looked lovely
and desirable. Betty fixed the strap and checked my ankles and
lowered the top of the pillory.

All the while Betty was chatting with Sarah, distracted from
locking me up. I'm not the object of this activity, I'm not even
here.

Betty says as if she was being interrupted: "Okay Jim, tell us
why you're fastened down here."

I said: "I made an overture to Miss Sarah and I'm not allowed
to."

Betty said: "Have you done this before."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "Were you punished?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "Do you remember what the punishment was?"

I said: "No ma'am."

Betty said to Sarah, "Don't you think he should remember the
punishment?"

Sarah said: "Maybe we've been too soft on him."

Betty said: "Jim, my policy is to make each punishment memorable
because the next one for the same offense will be worse. That
will prevent you from committing such an offensive behavior
again."

An instant later my world exploded in pain. Betty slashed me
with a strap and I saw stars and had trouble inhaling, when
another one exploded. I got fifteen like that and I was
devastated with pain. Just breathing was difficult. Betty was
also winded.

She said: "We'll be back;" she said to Sarah: "Let's have some
wine."

Lights went out, the door was closed. And I waited.

Betty and Sarah came back. Sarah sat in the chair looking fresh
and lovely sipping wine.

Betty said: "I like to precede the caning with a little
strapping to make the skin tender."

I said: "Oh no Miss Betty I can't take a caning after that."

Betty said: "Haven't I told you that you may not talk while you
are assigned punishment. I'll add a few strokes to remind you.
When I'm punishing you I expect you to comport yourself properly
or you will earn considerably more strokes. Is that clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I wondered if this was being taken further.

I received seventeen very hard strokes and was completely broken
down, I cried, I coughed, my nose ran, and my breathing was
ragged.

Sarah said: "I want you to think about not coming on and I want
you to think about how important it is for you to obey our
rules. We're going to have a discussion afterward and if you
can't answer thoughtfully, there will be more caning."

I was left for a long time, I estimate an hour, but I was
discomfited by the tears I couldn't blink away, my nose being
stuffed up and of course the rigid uncomfortable posture I was
held in.

Sarah and Betty came back. I could only see Sarah. She said:
"Tell me Jim, why is it important that you refrain from coming
on to us?"

I said: "You should be safe from male predation. I'm not allowed
to ask for sexual activity because we agreed on that."

Sarah said: "That was very good. Now tell us why obeying our
rules is so important."

I said: "I said the rules create the framework where I can be
your slave and be accountable. I try to obey them so that you
will continue to be my owner."

Sarah said: "Will you come on to us again?"

I said; "No ma'am."

Sarah said: "Betty is making a note on the beating you're
getting and she will give you worse if you come on to us again."

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

Did she say beating I'm getting, how about beating I got; of
course I didn't ask anything.

Betty said: "You can fix dinner and clean up but your punishment
will continue in my room, report promptly after you clean up."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" they completely defeat me.

I went into the kitchen and washed my face and hands. I just
wanted to cry I was so beaten down.

I steamed a bunch of brown rice. I opened a Trader Joe's bag of
oriental chicken with orange sauce. I made a warm spinach salad
with tomatoes. I set the table. The rice took all the time. They
loved it, there was hardly any leftovers for me. I even ate what
was left on the plates. There was plenty of rice. Cleaning up
was easy and quick.

I reported to Betty, and I saw a grim countenance, she was
wearing her black teddy, after curtsying I stood at attention;
and waited. I knew I was being tested. I remember the severe
strapping I got the last time she wore her teddy. Finally she
told me to get the paddle. I knew where it was because I put it
away when I unpacked her.

I handed over the paddle and she said I should strip, and lie
across her knees.

I felt closer to Betty than I had in days, her skin was warmer
than mine and I inhaled her scent, never mind that she was going
to hurt me, our skin touched and I felt electricity flowing
between us.

As I expected, she really hurt me. I got fifteen very hard
strokes and they smashed the ridges from the caning and the
tenderizing effect of the strap. I wondered if I could walk. I
could but stretching the injured skin hurt.

She made me stand in the corner again. She turned on the
television. I could tell from the TV that I stood there nearly
an hour.

She told me to put away the paddle. Then I was allowed to
undress her and take her to the toilet. While kissing her pussy
to get off drops of moisture she said my punishment was over.
She said she Betty was happy because Sarah thought her methods
were working. I felt so boxed in.

Betty let me sleep with her but she told me to kiss her feet
until she fell asleep. I just fell asleep there too.

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