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Domineering Female - Bill's Warning

  

domineering female  

 

My name is Bill. I would like to tell you to be very careful

what you wish for, because sometimes it comes true.

 

I met Darlene at an Obama headquarters in Los Angeles. She had a

computer problem and I was one of the volunteer computer guys.

She worked, when she wasn't working on the campaign, at a law

firm. She was a freshman lawyer.

 

It turned out that she graduated from the University of Maryland

one year after I did and we exchanged stories about how we each

got to L.A.

 

At dinner we drank a lot of wine and the talking never stopped.

We exchanged phone numbers, cell numbers, e-mail addresses, web

sites and didn't want to leave.

 

The next night we went to the planetarium in Griffith Park that

overlooks L.A. It's one of the half dozen world class sights.

She was surprised and delighted and we talked the whole time.

 

I forgot to say I thought she was beautiful, she wore her light

brown hair short, her mouth smiled when she relaxed; her blue

eyes always seemed to glitter. She had an athletic build and she

walked as fast as I did.

 

We lived near each other. So I offered to pick her up the next

evening - Friday.

 

We went to a small Italian restaurant that served great Chianti.

We talked from the moment she got into my car until we parked at

her apartment. We started groping in the car when she suggested

we go to her apartment.

 

The apartment was a one bedroom unit that looked over a

courtyard with a swimming pool in the middle of it. There was a

small kitchen open to a small eating area attached to a larger

living room and a door to a bedroom and a door to a toilet.

Darlene had furnished it modestly; there was a sofa, a coffee

table and a bookcase with lots of books and a TV.

 

We got onto the sofa and resumed where we left off in the car.

Then there was a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom.

Darlene was more aggressive than I, I wanted to kiss and touch

more, she wanted to screw more, what about protection? She said

to stop worrying about each of my concerns. I jumped her, me on

top, and that worked for us, then she jumped me, her on top and

I liked looking up at her, and seeing her cute boobs.

 

We cuddled for a while and then started talking. We got up, and

drank up her wine and went back to bed, when I found a pussy on

my face. She had me in her hands and we both did it again. Then

we cuddled again and I fell asleep.

 

I woke and saw her sitting at the tiny table in the eating area.

She had made coffee and I could smell it. I sat across from her

and we started talking. The subject of Fem-Dom came up. She knew

a lot about it, or at least she had read lots of stuff. I told

her it was one of my recurrent fantasies, being the object of a

domineering female. She asked me about it and I was as

forthright as I could be, even though I was embarrassed saying

these things, but she was so special, I could tell her

everything.

 

I remember, she said: "Women are generally smarter than men, in

our situation I'm an attorney and you're just a computer guy."

The conversation moved on and I never got to dispute that. But

it illustrates her attitude.

 

She said: "The part I don't understand is in your fantasies,

your punishments are like those given to a child."

 

I said: "I know it's kind of weird, I've never spoken about it

to anyone before."

 

We talked and talked about Fem-Dom, about the Obama campaign and

how we hated George Bush.

 

Eventually she wanted to know if I was ready to try it. I would

have said yes to her if she wanted me to do back flips from her

balcony into the swimming pool. So of course I said yes.

 

She said: "We should set a time limit like six months to a

year."

 

I said: "How about forever?"

 

She said: "Did you just propose to me?"

 

I got on my knees and took her hand and said: "I want to spend

the rest of my life with you."

 

She said: "But how do you know you will want to do Fem-Dom

forever?"

 

I said: "If you want live that way, I want to live that way;" I

had total confidence that this was the right woman. We came from

the same kinds of families, from the same area, we agreed on

religion, politics, everything. Did I say I thought she was

beautiful?

 

She said: "Are you ready to say you will do what I tell you and

you will not be able to tell me what I have to do?"

 

I said: "Yes Madam Darlene."

 

Darlene said: "I want to be sure you understand, if you wanted

sex and I didn't want it, you wouldn't get it."

 

I said: "Of course, but what has that got to do with Fem-Dom?"

 

She said: "What if I asked you to do all the household chores."

 

I said: "I hate household chores but I would do it."

 

She said: "I think you have been warned, I accept."

 

I said: "It sounds like a lawyer's disclaimer, but I love you

and I want to be with you forever;" we kissed and ended up in

bed again.

 

We cuddled and started talking. Fem-Dom came up again and she

said: "There will only be sex when I want it."

 

I said: "Darlene I could not have sex with you if you didn't

want it. Period."

 

She said: "You're a great guy, that's why I want you, but I want

to be sure you understand what you're getting into."

 

I said: "As long as you're there, I'll be happy."

  

  

 

Then nothing about Fem-Dom until after we were married. We flew

back to Maryland where our families were and her mom and dad had

a big wedding for us. We told everyone we were honeymooning in

Hawaii but we were going to hide out in her apartment for a

week.

 

Then Fem-Dom came up again. Darlene said: "This place is dirty,

please dust and vacuum the apartment and pick up the dishes and

magazines, generally clean this place up."

 

I said: "I'm reading something."

 

Darlene said: "You have to do what I tell you, do you remember

that? From now on when I give you an instruction you say 'Yes

ma'am'. Clean this apartment, NOW!"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

Darlene said: "I also want the bathroom cleaned, especially the

toilet."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

Darlene said: "I'm going out and I'll be back in about an hour

and I will inspect your work."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

I cleaned the little apartment in minutes, I scrubbed the

bathtub and toilet and wiped the mirror, I cleaned the kitchen

and washed all the dishes. It took under fifty minutes. I went

back to reading the magazine.

 

Darlene came back with a shopping bag. She said: "I've been

away, and I come into the apartment and you just sit there, if

we had a dog he would jump up and down and wag his tail, maybe

you could get up and say how glad you are to see me, maybe a hug

and a kiss."

 

I jumped up, grabbed my sweetheart, kissed her and hugged her

and told her how glad I was to see her.

 

Darlene said: "That was better: Much better. Now let's go into

the bedroom."

 

I hadn't seen what she purchased, maybe a new teddy.

 

She said: "I want you to pull down your pants and underwear and

stand in this corner."

 

I wanted to say something.

 

She yelled: "NOW!"

 

I did what she said.

 

She said: "I'm going to inspect your housework, I hope for your

sake it was done well."

 

She didn't say to follow her. Do I have to keep standing here I

wondered. I agreed to do what she told me to. I told her about

my fantasies. About the stern wife, oh my god is this what I'm

getting, is she playing? I didn't tell her how to talk in a

threatening way. Or is this real? I wondered.

 

She came back to the bedroom. She said: "I'm very satisfied with

the housework, but I am dissatisfied with your attitude. You

agreed to do what I tell you, and I expect immediate obedience.

If I give you instructions you do it immediately, you say yes

ma'am."

 

She said: "Do you agree that you were slow to respond when I

told you to clean the apartment?"

 

I said: "Yes."

 

She said: "Yes what?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Good you've learned my name. Now come over here and

get across my knee."

 

I turned around and she had pulled her skirt up, and she held a

long wooden paddle. I could barely see all the way up her

thighs, she was wearing pantyhose and her thighs looked very

sexy. I leaned over my hands on the floor, lying across her lap.

She took hold of my waist with her left hand and whacked me with

the paddle in her right hand.

 

I said: "Darlene please not so hard."

 

She said: "That's not my name and that was not hard." With that

she whacked me even harder.

 

I said urgently: "Ma'am I can't take that."

 

She said: "You will take it and you will avoid disobeying me."

And she whacked me again, and again and again.

 

And an extra mighty one.

 

She said: "Back in the corner, now."

 

I jumped up and stood in the corner.

 

She said: "What do you say when I give an order."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

I could hear her breathing hard.

 

She said: "No talking and stand still."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

I tried to remember if this was a fantasy I told her, or is this

real.

 

She left the bedroom. I heard the tea-kettle whistle. Is this

Fem-Dom? Will I be able to carry out my end of the agreement? I

wondered.

 

Darlene came back to the bedroom; I heard her sitting on the

bed. She said: "Come kneel in front of me."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "When I give an order what will you do?"

 

I said: "I will say yes ma'am and immediately start doing what

you tell me."

 

She said: "What will you do when I come in from somewhere and

you're sitting down"

 

I said: "I will get up and hug and kiss my pretty wife and tell

her I'm glad to see her."

 

She said: "Did the spanking and the corner help you decide to do

these things?

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "I wasn't going to be strict with you during our

honeymoon. But it's too good an opportunity to get used to the

rules you will have. Do you still agree that this is what we

agreed?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am; it is exactly what I agreed to, it just took

me by surprise and I am very sorry for the lapse and I

appreciate what you did."

 

She said: "You said all that perfectly, now let's see if you

meant it."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was getting aroused looking at her from

this angle, I could see her white panties, her protruding

breasts and I felt she had become all powerful.

 

Darlene said: "I went shopping for things to discipline you

with, this paddle is a board used to form pasta. It's an

excellent paddle, but I want more stuff. I didn't like the look

of the stores that sell it. Maybe you can order them online. I

brought you this pretty doggie collar, let's see if it fits;"

 

She opened the clasp on the dog collar and put it around my

neck, and she fastened the clasp and said: "It fits you

perfectly;"

 

She produced a leash she brought and snapped it onto the collar.

Then she pulled on the leash and led me into the eating area and

had me lean over one of the chairs. She had bought a long belt

that the wrapped around my waist and around the frame of the

back of the chair and fastened it.

 

She said: "I can fasten you to the chair and give you a good

spanking. Will you like that?"

 

I was so aroused and surprised I didn't realize she was asking

me anything.

 

Darlene said: "I asked you a question, I expect an answer."

 

I said: "I'm sorry ma'am, yes I like it that you can tie me down

but I'm also frightened."

 

Darlene said: "It would be good if you were a little frightened;

I'll try to live up to your worst fears." Then she kissed me. I

was still fastened to the chair. She said: "Is it very

uncomfortable?"

 

I said: "No ma'am, I'm supporting my weight with my hands on the

seat."

 

She said: "What if your hands were handcuffed behind your back?"

 

I tried putting my hands behind my back, and the back of the

chair started pressing sharply into my stomach. I told her.

 

She said: "If I handcuff you over the chair, I'll get you a

pillow to put under your tummy."

 

She said: "I want you to fix up ways I can fasten you, I know

you're good at these things. Also I want you to order stuff from

the net. I've made a list."

 

  

The List

 

Handcuffs, four sets,

Leather strap

Rod or cane

Ball gag - two pieces.

Male Chastity device - something that can be worn for extended

periods that will guarantee prevention of masturbation.

  

  

 

I sat down at Darlene's computer and searched for the items,

there were hundreds of hits and I tried to find a reputable

reseller. The first four items were almost generic but there

were special ones, the chastity device was more difficult, each

one was different and the comments indicated none was totally

satisfactory. The one I selected was guaranteed failure proof

and it could be worn over a month which I hoped was way longer

than Darlene planned for me. I printed out all the specs of the

stuff I was going to order and knelt in front of Darlene to

present them.

 

She said: "You don't have to kneel except when I tell you. It

was nice though, I'll think about how you can show me respect."

 

I said: "Here are the specs of the things you asked me to order,

would you like to review them?"

 

She took the sheets from me and went through them slowly. She

said: "These are fine, get expedited shipping if it's available.

I want the stuff so we can try it out while we have time off."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

Amazingly the stuff would arrive the day after tomorrow and it

all cost under $500.

 

I don't know if it was the spanking but Darlene looked even more

attractive and sexy than before. She seemed pleased with me for

ordering the - I was going to say sex toys, but they were

punishment toys.

 

I hugged her and told her how much I loved her. She responded

but not quite like last night. But we ended up in bed together.

It was so fantastic to have been spanked and put in the corner

by my lovely wife. I owe her so much for playing my games. We

had very passionate sex with me on top, her on top and no one on

top. I fell asleep holding my bride.

 

When I woke I saw Darlene at the table working on a piece of

paper, I thought it strange that she was working when we had a

whole week off. I said: "What are you working on sweet baby?"

 

Darlene said: "Make us some coffee and come over here and we can

talk."

 

I said: "Sure, it'll take a few minutes;"

 

We have one of those coffee makers that use pods for the coffee;

it warms up and churns out cups in fractions of minutes. I found

some oatmeal cookies and put them on a plate and brought in two

cups of coffee.

  

  

 

Darlene said: "Here are ten rules for our marriage:"

 

1. When I give you an order, you do it right away and say 'yes

ma'am'.

 

2. If I come into your presence you will kneel and wait for my

instructions.

 

3. If you come into my presence you will kneel by my feet and

wait for instructions.

 

4. The entire apartment is your responsibility to keep clean.

That includes the kitchen and bathroom. Any dirt found at any

time may result in punishment.

 

5. You will fix breakfast and dinner and when we are at home

also lunch. If I don't like what you have prepared you will be

punished.

 

6. You will not initiate sex or do anything that can be

construed as trying to initiate sex.

 

7. You are responsible for all my clothes, they must be clean

and ready to wear, that includes my shoes.

 

8. You will do all the shopping including my personal needs.

 

9. You may not have any alcoholic beverage unless I give it to

you.

 

10. You have no rights except what I allow. There is no argument

or appeal.

 

  

She said: "Let's discuss each rule and you may ask questions."

 

She said: "Rule one - we had a practical review of this one. I

tell you to do something, you must do it right away and saying

'yes ma'am' tells me you heard me and you respect my authority.

Any questions?"

 

I said: "No questions ma'am:" I couldn't believe my wife talking

like this - respect her authority.

 

She said: "Rule two - When I walk into the apartment or into a

room where you are, whatever you're doing, you stop, get on your

knees and wait. I want to emphasize that you wait. I may want to

see what you had done, or I might want a glass of water, you

wait for me to tell you what to do. Any questions?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule three - It's the same idea, but you respect that

if I'm doing something then you have to wait until I'm ready.

It's important that you understand that you have to wait, and I

don't have any urgency resulting from you arriving. Any

questions?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule four is simple and you have shown me how well

you can do it. You have the responsibility for keeping this

apartment clean. The windows, mirrors the chrome fixtures all

have to be gleaming, make sure the floor is clean, I may make

you eat off of it sometimes. The kitchen and bathrooms have to

be kept spotless, the porcelain should shine. You will make the

bed every morning. Any questions?"

 

I said "No ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule five is that you will do the cooking. I don't

want the same food every day and I want it to be nutritious,

Oprah got a nutritionist and I want the same thing. I know you

can't do that today, but what I accept today is not what I'm

going to accept next week. You have to study, maybe get the

magazines in the supermarket checkout, they always have recipes;

it's your problem. Any Questions?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule six. You wanting sex, has nothing to do with me

wanting sex. You have to figure out how to make me want sex.

Feed me well, keep the place clean, have a good attitude, be

interested in me, those things will help your cause. You may

touch me a limited amount, you may kiss my neck, you can rub my

feet, but you can't grab my boobs or put your hand on my pussy

any time you feel like it. Any questions?"

 

I said: "You are inviting me to seduce you but not demand sex,

ma'am."

 

She said: "That's exactly what I said but I don't want you to

get fresh just because you feel frisky, do you understand that?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule seven is another chore for you, mostly men are

not interested in women's clothes, but I want you to take an

interest in clothes and shoes. So it's not just laundry and shoe

polishing, I want your fashion opinions, what looks good on me,

a general interest in my clothing. You can go with me to buy

lingerie, I know you'll like that. Any questions?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

  

 

 

She said: "Rule eight is another chore. You do the shopping for

food, toiletries for you and me and cleaning supplies. Any

questions?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule nine You may not drink without my permission.

Are we clear?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Rule ten is a very large rule. It says that you can't

do anything without my permission. As a practical matter I let

you do what you want, but you haven't said you want to buy a

boat. You may not unless I give you permission, you might be a

latent sports nut and want to watch football on Sunday, only if

I let you. This rule makes me the queen and you the serf. This

rule and rule one which is the same expressed differently create

the environment where you become my slave. I tried to make

exactly ten rules so it would be concise, but this is our

constitution. Do you agree and understand? I won't ever ask

again."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am, I agree and I understand."

 

She said: "I know there will be times you may wish you hadn't

agreed. But I'll try to make this work for us. I intend to be

strict in the enforcement of the rules and I will be purposeful

with the punishments which I expect will become rarer and rarer.

But if we're in agreement let's move on."

 

Darlene said: "I want you to write the rules down and memorize

them."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am, but why do I have to write them down, you

already have."

 

Darlene said: "It will help you to start memorizing them, I

expect you to live by these rules. And tell me what is the first

rule?"

 

I said: "When you tell me to do something I will immediately do

it and say yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I will begin writing

immediately."

 

Darlene said: "I intend to enforce these rules very strictly. I

think that's what we agreed. You will be punished for

questioning an order instead of immediately doing it."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I wondered what this was going to be like.

I could do the work but what if she wanted to cane me after

tying me down, would she do that? Could I endure that?

 

I also thought that I rushed into agreeing to all the terms,

maybe I should have negotiated. But doing chores is not all that

a husband is about. She will want someone to plan and share

activities, if I don't get sex she won't get sex, and there are

other things good and bad where we are partners, and California

is a community property state. This is how I consoled myself

that everything would work out.

 

Darlene said: "I want you to make six copies, you can write on

both sides of the paper. I'm going to give you a test to make

sure you know the rules later."

 

So I started copying the rules, I changed the person (you to I

etc) so she gave orders and I had to follow them. The more I

studied them the more I realized how I had given up all my

rights and privileges. I agreed to become Darlene's object to

boss around and use. I thought at the time that everything would

work out, but it was moving so fast.

 

I made up a mnemonic to memorize the rules by number. It was

like Darlene went to some class learning about Fem-Dom and I

just had vague fantasies. Like the pro meets the amateur.

 

I had the three sheets and I knelt in front of the goddess and

waited. After a few minutes Darlene said: "When you're waiting

for me and you position yourself to look up my skirt you just

excite yourself for no good reason, I don't mind you getting

excited looking at me but it does nothing for me. Do you

understand?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;"

 

She said: "What do you want?"

 

I said: "I completed the copying of the rules, ma'am."

 

She examined each page from top to bottom. And then she said:

 

"You did neat work and I'm pleased with that. I want you to take

the original and add these words:

 

I Bill Smith agree to abide by these rules to maintain the

privilege of being married to Darlene Smith. Nothing in these

rules obligates Darlene Smith.

 

Bill Smith

DATE

Darlene Smith

DATE

And sign it if you want to."

 

I said: "But ma'am aren't you obligated to be my Mistress?"

 

Darlene said: "No, you have to make sure you serve me so well

that I will want to keep you."

 

I said: "But we're married;" I realized that that was pretty

lame after I said it.

 

Darlene said: "You're a sweet boy, what I want you to realize is

that you have to serve me, I chose you, if you don't measure up,

I will choose someone else. But you should know that before that

happens you won't have any skin left on your ass. I will do

whatever I can to train you to be the slave of my dreams."

 

I said: "Darlene don't ever leave me, I will be the most devoted

slave, you'll see;" Now I was begging.

 

Darlene bent over and hugged me. She said: "I would never leave

you to some other woman. I think you are a treasure. But isn't

this the arrangement you want?"

 

I hung my head and said: "Yes of course dearest mistress. If I

don't perform you will throw me out."

 

We kissed and hugged. She said "date it tomorrow."

 

I wrote what she had dictated and signed the document and she

signed the document.

 

Darlene said: "This is your last free night, what would you like

to do?"

 

I said "There are two rules, one says I can't drink and the

other says I can't initiate sex. How about drinking and

initiating sex?"

 

Darlene laughed and said: "Do you have any specific ideas?"

 

I said: "The first is the Italian restaurant where we had our

second date and the second is here."

 

Dinner was as good as the first time. We talked about

everything, I was actually interested in cooking and one of the

questions was what kinds of foods had she been exposed to and

liked. So we talked about our mom's and what they cooked; and

what we liked and the best selling doctors' nutrition ideas.

 

Darlene said: "I didn't know you were interested in food?"

 

I said: "You awakened my interest;" actually I said that to win

favor with my goddess.

 

At some point, maybe while we were enjoying the second bottle of

Chianti I confessed to Darlene that I was scared. Darlene said:

"What are you afraid of, that I will beat you too hard, or that

I will work you too hard?"

 

I said: "Not those things, I worry that as I become a slave

object, you won't love me any more."

 

Darlene said: "That's why we have the rules. I do love you and I

will always but in our Fem-Dom lifestyle I will be the dominant

partner and I want to control you. Don't you want to be under my

control?"

 

I said: "Of course I do, I signed a contract today."

 

Darlene said: "Would you be satisfied if I enforce the rules

lackadaisically?"

 

I said: "Of course not, I see what you mean, the rules have to

be made, and you have to be strict. And I signed up for it."

 

I said: "Can I buy presents for you?"

 

Darlene thought for a while and said: "Let's say you can spend

$250 buying presents for me, things for the apartment and so on

without further permission. But I want to be strict, if it's

$250.01 you must get permission first. That limit includes tax

and shipping. I appreciate you considering these matters and

asking. If you make me angry or frustrated you know I will

resort to severe corporal punishment. In business they sometimes

say asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission, but the

opposite will be true in our family."

 

I thought I'd better change the subject. This was easy because I

selected the restaurant's Tiramisu for dessert and our server

described the special recipe of the chef which was better than

any of the other six or seven restaurants he had worked at.

Since I was now a foodie, I had him talking for five minutes.

 

We had coffee and were the last people to leave the restaurant.

We were walking distance from Darlene's apartment but I had

trouble keeping my hands off her on the way home. When we got

into the apartment Darlene said: "I want you to describe how

this would happen tomorrow night."

 

I said: "Well I couldn't have the wine unless you shared it, but

you probably would in a restaurant, and afterwards I couldn't

touch you all over and I couldn't say lets have sex."

 

Darlene said: "So what would you do?"

 

I said: "I would offer to take off your shoes so I could give

your feet a nice rub, and if you seemed relaxed, I would offer

to undress you and tuck you in and hope you might invite me in

with you."

 

Darlene said: "That sounds very nice, why don't you try it?"

 

I said: "Madame Darlene may I take off your shoes and massage

your feet?"

 

Darlene said: "I would like that."

 

Darlene is so beautiful that when I knelt down to take off her

shoes and looked up at her my hands were almost uncontrollable.

I was in awe of her.

 

With her shoes off, I started flexing toes and rubbing her foot;

I wanted to kiss her feet but I was afraid it might not have the

right effect on her. Thinking of her when I was so aroused was

new and difficult.

 

I said: "Madam Darlene may I undress you."

 

Darlene said: "You may."

 

I unbuttoned her jeans and she raised herself up and I pulled

off her jeans then her panties; I pulled her t-shirt up and off,

and unfastened her bra and removed it.

 

Remembering what she had said I started kissing her from just

below her ear around her neck to the other side, while rubbing

her back with my hands. I let one hand start exploring her

tummy, then I moved around and my other hand went inside her

thighs and started massaging there, I bent down to kiss her

tummy, working up to her breasts and kept kissing. Then her hand

moved mine to her pussy and I started petting.

 

Afterwards when we were cuddling: Darlene said, "Two questions:

one, was that hard?, and two, what are you making for my

breakfast?"

 

I said: "Didn't I violate rule six?"

 

Darlene said: "You may kiss my feet or the back of my neck but I

may tell you to stop, that's different."

 

I said: "I haven't examined the refrigerator yet."

 

Darlene snuggled tighter letting me know we were going to sleep.

 

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Today I become Darlene's slave. I thought I would commemorate

that by serving her breakfast in bed, at least the first course.

I had noticed she was an OJ and cereal and milk person. I found

a serving tray we received as a wedding gift and took it to her.

 

Darlene said: "This is wonderful you are such a creative boy."

 

I said: "Thank you madam Darlene."

 

She said: "Why don't you call me Miss Darlene, it's easier and

it shows the same respect."

 

I said: "Yes Miss Darlene."

 

Darlene said: "Sit here with me while I enjoy this."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was trying to absorb the change in our

life, but I couldn't detect any change yet. I sat on the chair

and turned it to face the bed.

 

Darlene said: "What are your plans today?"

 

I said: "I wanted to go to the grocery store and hardware

store."

 

She said: "That's fine. Whenever you leave the apartment make

sure I have given you permission."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "If I go out usually I'll let you know. But I don't

need permission so don't get frantic."

 

I said: "Miss Darlene, may we discuss our finances, we can sign

on each others' accounts but I think we should consolidate them

into one and one of us has to take the responsibility of paying

bills."

 

She said: "You do that, I have a composition book where I'm

writing the additional duties I assign to you. I have a steno

book that I'm writing the demerits I'm handing out to you and

the punishments you receive. We'll keep the books in the

kitchen. You can look through it; I may send you to write the

demerit yourself."

 

At the hardware store I aroused myself by buying hooks, snaps,

tie wraps, chain and locks to secure me to every wall and piece

of furniture we have.

 

At the grocery store I bought a variety of yoghurt, granola and

fruit, every style of spaghetti sauce and pastas in every shape.

I also bought tampons and panty liners.

 

Darlene decided a hook should go in the corner in our bedroom; I

put a hook in the bathroom opposite the toilet; and a hook went

next to the bookcase holding the TV.

 

I attached a quick release snap to the dog collar. I put small

hooks on the insides of the front two legs of a kitchen chair.

 

I showed Darlene how it all worked. If I wore the dog collar,

she could put the snap into the hooks I put into the walls. If I

were handcuffed, I couldn't unsnap the collar. She understood

and tried the snap and it worked easily for her. She was

pleased. I showed her how she could fasten the handcuff to the

chair leg and it wouldn't slide down. Then if she handcuffed me

to the chair I would be secured but I could support myself.

 

Darlene said: "But we don't have the handcuffs yet?" And our

doorbell rang, I answered it and it was Fed Ex, I buzzed the

deliveryman in. It was our punishment toys order.

 

I attached two handcuffs to the legs of the chair. Darlene said:

"Pants down, over the chair."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She fastened the handcuffs to my wrists and used the long belt

to fasten my waist. Then she fastened the dog collar around my

neck. The snap was dangling, she found the chain I had bought

and wrapped it around the back of the chair and fastened the

ends into the snap, so my head was pulled down. Then she

fastened the gag.

 

Darlene said: "I'm going to try out our new toys. When I tell

you to copy pages you don't argue with me. When I give you an

order you say 'yes ma'am' and get to work."

 

And POW with the paddle I was gagged but the paddle made a lot

of noise

 

And pow four more times, this was much harder than yesterday.

Then I got five with the strap I'd ordered. And five more with

the five foot long fiber glass rod that really stung. I was in

agony, that had really hurt and Darlene left. I was just folded

over feeling sick.

 

Finally Darlene came back and released the snap and the chain

fell to the floor, then she unlocked the handcuffs, released the

gag and unbuckled the belt around my waist.

 

She said: "You may pull your pants up. This is a taste, only a

sample of what you will get if you don't follow the rules."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I pulled up my pants and buckled my

belt.

 

Darlene said: "Hands behind you."

 

She handcuffed me and took the snap and led me to her bedroom

and snapped me into the hook in the corner.

 

She said: "No moving, no talking, whether I'm watching you or

not."

 

A long time later Darlene came back and unlocked the handcuffs

and unhooked me. She said: "You may remove the collar."

 

She had me kneel in front of her. She said: "Why were you

punished?"

 

I said: "Because you told me to write pages and I argued."

 

She said: "What will you do in the future when I give you a

command?"

 

I said: "I will say 'yes ma'am' and get to work."

 

She said: "Which rule covers this behavior."

 

I said: "Rule number one."

 

Darlene said, "Bring me the punishments book."

 

I went to get it and came back and knelt where I had been and

waited. I knew I was being tested.

 

Finally Darlene took the book and said: "I'm writing that you

were punished for violating Rule one. You got fifteen strokes

and thirty minutes. Next time it will be more. Put the book back

and fix lunch."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

I had just been to the store and I fixed frozen beef tamales and

a corn salad. For Darlene a Corona Light, for me a diet Coke. I

waited for Darlene and seated her and put a napkin in her lap

and sat down opposite her.

 

Darlene said: "Did you give me a beer because you wanted one?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

She said: "You are lying, I won't tolerate games, go stand in a

corner someplace I can't see you."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

I went to the bedroom and stood in the corner. I felt terrible,

she was right, I had lied, but it wasn't really a lie. Who can

say why I did something. I guess I lied. How can she forgive me.

I'll probably get a beating.

 

I stood for a really long time, lunch was around 1:00 and the

sun was making long shadows in the room.

 

Finally Darlene came into the room: "Put this on:" she handed me

the collar.

 

I said: "Miss Darlene may I talk?"

 

She said: "No you are in the corner being punished."

 

She said: "Hands behind your back."

 

She handcuffed me and snapped the collar onto the hook. She

closed the blinds and the door to the bedroom. I heard her

moving around and I could tell she picked up her pocket book and

the front door opened and closed. I was feeling worse and worse

about what I had done. If only I hadn't lied. It was getting

agonizing to stand.

 

It had been dark for a long time when the front door opened.

 

The bedroom door opened and Darlene came in.

 

She said: "Have you been moving?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Have you finished lying for today?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She unsnapped the collar and led me into the eating area and

pulled me down so I was kneeling in front of her. She said: "I

have bought something to help you resolve not to lie."

 

I could see she had some castor oil.

 

She said: "You will have several spoons full."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I could see the light at the end of the

tunnel to forgiveness; I'll swallow the whole damn bottle if she

tells me to.

 

I took one teaspoon full and it was so awful. I savored it and

swallowed. I was evil and this was evil stuff.

 

She gave me another and I swallowed it.

 

She said: "I will not tolerate you gaming our rules like you did

and I will punish you for that. Also our relationship rests on

honesty with each other. Lying is like a cancer that will

destroy us. Standing for three hours and tasty castor oil was a

down payment on the punishment for lying; you were told not to

move while standing in the corner and you admit you moved. My

problem is how am I going to adequately punish you. To start

lets get you over the chair."

 

I stood and she undid my belt and jeans and pulled them down. I

leaned over the chair, where was my pillow? I decided not to

ask. She clipped the collar to the looped chain holding my head

down. She tightened the belt that held my waist to the top of

the chair. I couldn't move and the top of the chair was

painfully cutting into me. I didn't want to say anything to my

goddess who is so mad at me.

 

She left me and worked in the kitchen. Then she came back and

told me to open my mouth and in went a ball dripping with castor

oil. She had a plate to catch the drips. She fastened the gag so

I couldn't scream. I was going to be beaten. I deserve it. I

deserve the castor oil; I deserve the painful back of the chair.

 

 

 

 

Darlene said: "I'm going to beat you with this belt until you

are bright red from your waist to your knees."

 

I simply can't describe how painful they were, I heard her

exerting herself and I lost count but it was between twenty and

thirty strokes.

  

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She took off the gag, and picked up the plate and made me lick

it clean. I was hoping I wouldn't throw up, it was so vile.

 

She said: "I only used about a quarter of the bottle. When I

bought it I was going to make you drink it all. Would you like

that?"

 

I said: "I accept anything you want to do."

 

She pulled on my hair but my head could only come up a few

inches because of the chain. She unclipped the chain so she

could look at me. She said: "You want more castor oil?"

 

I said: "Miss Darlene I was so stupid, punish me as severely as

you want to, I only want you to give me another chance."

 

She said: "Tell me in your own words what happened."

 

I said: "I thought if you had a beer you would say why don't I

get one too, and when you asked if I was trying to manipulate

you, I lied. I promise, promise I will never lie to you again

under any circumstances. I'm not trying to evade punishment but

the whole time I stood in the corner I agonized how stupid I was

lying and wished I could take it back."

 

Darlene said: "All that sounds good. You don't have to worry,

you won't evade the punishment."

 

There was no question there but I still can't believe I was so

stupid. I will never lie to this glorious goddess. Please

forgive me.

 

Darlene said: "Let's put you back in the corner in the dark room

to stand and reflect on your evil ways."

 

She just took the snap on the collar and led me to the corner

and I was restrained. She turned off the light and closed the

door. There was a little street light squeezing in through the

blinds.

 

My first day as a slave and I managed to screw up big time; how

can I make it up? I kept wondering. I reviewed the rules, I

could do them all, the clothes will be a challenge but I could

do the rest in my sleep. Why did I screw up, how did it happen,

over and over.

 

I must have fallen asleep. Darlene was pushing me down on the

floor. She covered me. But I was still handcuffed. I lay on my

stomach and eventually I fell asleep again.

 

I woke and it must have been the middle of the night and I had

to pee. The previous day crashed into my consciousness, and I

felt miserable, unworthy and very uncomfortable. If I got up and

managed to go to the bathroom, how would I get my pants down? I

decided I would have to just hold it. Finally light started

filtering in. I said quietly: "Miss Darlene." I tried it again

in ten minutes or so and again, and again.

 

Finally she said: "What do you want?"

 

I said: "Miss Darlene I need to pee urgently."

 

She pulled me up by the snap on the collar and led me to the

bathroom. She undid my pants and pulled down my shorts and

pushed me down on the toilet seat.

 

I looked at her and she was naked and so beautiful my tool got

hard and I couldn't pee.

 

She said: "You are so pathetic, you woke me up because you had

to pee and then you lust at me and now you can't. Just sit

here;" She turned off the light and closed the door.

 

Eventually I peed and I waited sitting on the toilet seat with

my pants down and my hands cuffed behind me. I managed to flush

the toilet.

 

Darlene came in and pulled me up by the collar and snapped it

into the hook I had put up. Now I was standing in the bathroom,

my pants down and my hands cuffed behind me.

 

Darlene said: "You seem to be healing up. Are you finding all

this educational?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am, I will never lie to you again, never I

swear;" my voice was choked up.

 

Darlene said: "I'm giving you another chore, every morning you

will polish the handcuffs and the straps and the collar. I want

everything looking brand new. While you're polishing the

instruments I use to punish you, you can think of the oath you

just swore."

 

I said: "Thank you Miss Darlene."

 

She left. I guess smelling her bathroom odor is part of this

punishment.

 

A long time later she came in and said: "It really stinks in

here;" she flushed the toilet and unhooked me and took me into

the bedroom where she sat me down on the bed. She placed the

penis lock device on me and locked the halves together. It felt

cold.

 

She said: "I want no moving in the corner. And she snapped me

in."

 

I was so forlorn, I had a lock on my penis, I was handcuffed, my

pants and shorts were around my ankles, and I was told not to

move, I missed lunch and dinner yesterday, no coffee and no

breakfast today. My goddess has discovered I'm a liar. I wanted

to cry.

 

A long time later Darlene said: "Have you been moving?"

 

I said: "I'm afraid I have ma'am."

 

Darlene said: "I'll be back in an hour, don't move."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I resolved not to move, I would do anything

she told me.

 

A long time later Darlene said; "Have you been moving."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Don't you want to be released?"

 

I said: "Oh please Miss Darlene."

 

She said: "I told you not to move."

 

I said: "I'm sorry Miss Darlene I tried real hard not to move,

but I hiccupped, my knee started hurting and my back hurts a

lot."

 

She said: "I'm afraid you will have to stay here another hour."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She came back and said: "Have you moved."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am, I really tried not to but my back and

shoulders hurt and cramp and moving them a little helps."

 

She said: "If I let you out for a little while would you write

me an essay on what happens when a member of a couple decides to

lie?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

Darlene unlocked the handcuffs and unsnapped me from the hook; I

pulled up my pants and wriggled all my muscles and joints.

 

I sat at the table in the eating area on the chair with the hand

cuffs dangling with a pen and a sheet of paper.

 

I wrote: When two people are very close a lie comes between

them, it causes one of the partners to board a large ship that

begins moving away. There is no way to get the partners back

together again; they grow farther and farther apart. I was so

stupid; I destroyed the only thing that mattered to me.

 

Darlene said: "Have I been punishing you excessively?"

 

I said: "No ma'am."

 

Darlene said: "Should I continue to punish you?"

 

I said: "I'm at your mercy Miss Darlene."

 

Darlene said: "Unfortunately I still don't feel merciful, go

into the bedroom and resume standing."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She snapped the collar onto the hook and handcuffed me again.

Then she turned off the lights and closed the door.

 

I resolved to hold still, but in a few minutes my whole body

sort of convulsed in a sort of shiver. I was sort of crying. I

slumped my head against the wall. I was going to be here another

night.

 

Darlene came back; it must have been another hour. She said:

"Have you been moving."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Are you prepared to stand here all night?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

She said: "Are you ever going to lie to me again."

 

I said: "No ma'am, never."

 

Then Darlene turned off the light and closed the door. I

collapsed into the corner and eventually fell asleep.

 

I woke when Darlene was guiding me back to the floor where I was

last night and she covered me. I heard her getting into bed. I

was still handcuffed.

 

The light coming in the window woke me. I just lay there trying

to be comfortable in spite of the handcuffs. Darlene woke, she

went to the bathroom and came back and straddled me, she was

naked and lovely.

 

She said: "Roll over and I'll unlock your handcuffs."

 

It was so good to have my arms free, my shoulders started

burning as circulation resumed to some places. I was kneeling in

front of a naked Darlene who said:

 

"If we want this to work both of us have to be sincere and

honest. We can't play games. You can't misbehave to get punished

because it turns you on. I can misbehave because I'm the

dominant and I can get away with it. We can't lie to each other.

Do you understand?"

 

I said: "Yes ma'am, I understand and I was so stupid, I will

never ever under any circumstance lie to you again."

 

Darlene said: "Have I punished you enough?"

 

I said: "I have two answers, one - I will never lie to you

again, and two - I feel I betrayed you and I am so sorry. Maybe

if you punished me further you will eventually feel like

forgiving me."

 

Darlene said: "Are you willing to stand in the corner for

another day?"

 

I said: "I only want to be forgiven, if I have to stand in the

corner for a week I am ready."

 

Darlene said: "I might be ready to forgive you now."

 

I started kissing her feet.

 

Darlene said: "Fix us breakfast."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I was so happy, I love my mistress.

 

I found the new granolas and yoghurt and I found the OJ. I set

our little table with china and wine glasses for OJ. I started

the coffee machine.

 

I went back to the bedroom and offered to help dress my baby. I

felt very energetic. She let me select her panties and bra and I

found some socks and helped her into her jeans. I put her shoes

on and laced and tied them.

 

Darlene said: "Have you thought about how much effort it takes

to punish you. I lose my partner, no one fixes me food, and I

worry about your health. I get punished too. I want you to

realize that."

 

I was on my knees putting her shoes on and I kissed her feet. I

said: "I will be a perfect slave. I won't give you any reason to

punish me."

 

Darlene laughed: "We'll see."

 

I wanted to delight her somehow, I served her OJ and coffee, and

then I refilled it, I said: "Would you like water Miss Darlene?"

 

I said: "Is the orange juice cold enough, would you like ice

cubes?"

 

I said: "Would you like another bowl?"

 

Darlene said: "Go clean something, just get out of here."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am Miss Darlene;" I just wanted to serve her, do

anything for her.

 

I cleaned the bathroom cleaner than it had ever been. I made the

bed. I went into the closet and sorted her shoes. First I

arranged them by color, then I put all the high heel shoes on

one side and the flat shoes on the other, then.....

 

Darlene said: "What are you doing with my shoes?"

 

I said: "I was just arranging them so they would be more

convenient for you."

 

Darlene said: "That's nice, but I think the kitchen needs your

attention."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll do it at once."

 

Darlene said: "I think you're getting with the program."

 

It was such a tiny kitchen, that a little bit of use made it

look like chaos, the sink was full of dishes, the counter had

empty food packets and stuff left out of the refrigerator, the

little table had cereal boxes and used bowls and silverware, the

table cloth was soiled. In under fifteen minutes it looked

unused. I vacuumed the whole apartment in ten more. In under an

hour the whole place shined.

 

My glorious goddess was sitting on the sofa reading and I knelt

in front of her. She said: "What do you want."

 

I said: "I've finished cleaning the apartment. I was working on

the shoes and I wanted to examine your clothes."

 

Darlene said: "You may do that. I'm looking forward to hearing

your report."

 

I said: "Yes ma'am."

 

I went through all of Darlene's drawers and closets. I folded

all her underwear and placed it neatly in the drawers; I sorted

her hanging clothes by color and hung jackets that went with

skirts together or on adjacent hangers. I tried imagining mixing

the jackets and skirts and hung the combinations suggestively

together. Then I found her blouses and shirts and did some

arithmetic. If each combination worked, we could dress her 54

separate ways. Of course colored stockings and shoes could add

to the combinations.

 

I made a list. Then I found a computer program for children, I

think, that let you dress a figure with different outfits and

colors. I played with it, configuring the model so it looked

like Darlene, at least the hair.

 

Darlene played with the site for almost two hours. I just stood

and watched. I had a list of her clothes that she kept

referencing.

 

When she finished playing she hugged me and said, "Let's go into

the bedroom."

 

Darlene pulled down her jeans and panties and sat on the bed and

said I could start kissing. I started at her feet and soon I was

at her knees then thighs when she got impatient and put my head

into her pussy. I grabbed her ass and leveraged myself into her.

I sucked and licked for fifteen minutes before she came and I

continued and she quickly came again, I could tell because she

was noisy and she clamped my head by squeezing her thighs. I

would have stayed there longer but she told me to strip and I

ended up cuddling her.

 

I didn't ask and she did not offer unlocking me so I could have

sex too. But I didn't mind, because pleasing her was my one and

only goal in life.

 

I held her tightly. Then she took one of my hands and placed it

on her breast. She definitely had my interest. But Darlene got

up and went to her drawer for underwear and was so delighted she

came back into bed and hugged me tightly. I felt loved again.

 

Darlene played with her clothes for a while trying on suits and

skirts and jackets. Mostly she didn't hang the clothes back up.

I didn't wait for her to tell me, I got out of bed and hung up

the clothes she tried on and left on the bed and chair. Her

clothes are more important to her than my getting sex; Big

surprise.

 

I didn't know if I could just walk out of the bedroom so I got

on my knees.

 

Darlene said: "What do you want?"

 

I said: "I wanted to go to the kitchen to clean up but I didn't

know if I needed permission to go to the kitchen."

 

Darlene said: "You only need permission to leave the apartment.

But it's good to ask first and it's always better to get

permission from me than to beg me to forgive;" She kissed me on

the forehead.

 

I cleaned the kitchen.

  

  

  

 

Our life became almost ordinary in that I didn't get punished

much, Darlene liked my cooking, which I liked and have been

preparing for a long time. We are so similar.

 

I left the toilet seat up in our one bathroom apartment. Darlene

said: "Did you leave the toilet seat up again."

 

I said: "Miss Darlene, I did it accidentally and I apologize."

 

She said: "That's what you said the last time and what

happened."

 

I said: "You whipped me."

 

Darlene said: "Are you playing with me so you get another

whipping?"

 

I said: "No Miss Darlene, first I don't want a whipping, and

second I would never play with our relationship."

 

She said: "You will wear pantyhose for three months. You will

have to buy some. Also you will learn how irritating they can

be. You may buy four pairs, if you get a run, you will get

strapped."

 

I slowly said: "Yes ma'am."

 

Darlene retorted: "Do I hear attitude?"

 

I said: "Please forgive me, my slow mind didn't want to wear

pantyhose then it remembered rule number one and then it made

the correct reply."

 

That evening we went out and on the way home we stopped at a

Rite Aide store and bought me queen sized sheer beige pantyhose.

I don't know what the life of these hose are but I will surely

damage four pairs in three months, my backside twitched at the

thought.

 

I realized the major hazard to the pantyhose was putting them on

and taking them off and laundering to a lesser degree.

 

 

   

  

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