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Working extra hours at work and then getting home, having to shave, put my make-up and female clothes on, make dinner and do my chores is a real drag (no pun intended), but that’s not to say I really mind that much. Miss A and I did sit down and have a long chat after my last post, and it did make me come to realise and understand certain things. I know now that is laughable for me to “be her man” because I can’t be.
Allowing my masculinity to be locked away, accepting dressing as a girl but most importantly “accepting” Miss A’s relationship with Chris changed how she thought and looked at me. She did admit that although she still loved me, she was not “in love” with me. I have to admit it did make me cry, but she was so soft and sensitive and we ended up cuddling into the early hours.
So the outcome?
Yes, I am still wearing the CB-3000. To be honest it’s so long since I even started to get aroused it doesn’t even feel like I could or ever did.
Yes, I am still dressing as a girl; underwear all day and full make-up, my wig, clothes and heels in the evening and at weekends.
The one positive thing is Miss A is not interested in getting a new boyfriend, although she did admit if she met a guy she liked she would start seeing him. As you can imagine I have, literally, been bending over backwards to keep her happy (she is still pretty cut up and upset about Chris) and make her life as easy and fun as possible. She has taken the break-up out on me somewhat, but I suppose that’s to be expected, as we are so close. She does have Miss A Catherine, but she hasn’t spent that muh time with her because Tony is one of Chris’s best friends. I do think she feels that Chris may have been scared off because of me, and she did insinuate that if I’d been “more of a man” she would never had to start seeing him in the first place. I suppose she has a point. I’m glad that it’s just us two again and I really am trying my best to make this work and keep us together.
Things have got “back to normal” so to speak, although the first Sunday after we had our heart-to-heart I was punished far more than I had before. I had my hands cuffed behind my back, as I do every Sunday when I am unlocked and cleaned. Miss A came up and gave me a hug…for a moment I thought it would lead to some intimacy between us…and in a way I suppose it did. Before I knew anything about it she’d quickly raised her knee between my legs. I fell to the floor in agony, banging the side of my head on the bath. I could hardly breath, it felt like my testicles had been pushed up into my stomach and I was in a cold sweat. Miss A quickly knelt next to me,
“Are you OK?” she asked with a real look of concern and worry on her face.
I tried to answer but all the breath had been knocked out of me and I could only nod.
“I’m so sorry, darling, but you know you deserved that?”
Again I could only nod.
For the rest of the day I had a dull ache in my testicles, which I suppose served as a reminder that I will never be “her man” and I had no right to even suggest it. I shan’t even be thinking of it again.
Originally posted 2008-04-18 14:30:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
by eosuchus
“Let’s take a look at him,” said the deeper voice above his
head. “You said you dropped his name, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah, he hasn’t been anything except “slave” for about a
year now. I don’t really see why they need names, unless you have
more than one, you know like a stable.”
“You’re so right. I like to train them so I don’t have to say
anything much, and they always know when I want something.”
‘That sounds ideal.”
“Slave, look up.”
For the first time he dared to raise his head. He felt his
eyes widen involuntarily.
His new Mistress was indeed voluptuous, with big hips and a
massive bustline. She was also very beautiful. Her skin was a
light brown, her hair straight black and curled in an expensive
looking coiffed. There was a slight African American cast to her
features, which apart from the size and spacing of her eyes and
the generous, full lips were delicate and small.
On top of that she was wearing, correction, she was crammed
into– a tight fitting suit with a faux leopardskin pattern, and
her heavy breasts were pressing out against the fabric. The skirt
was cut to the knee, but tight, and her fish net stockings ran
down to ankle boots in the same fake leopardskin with five-inch
heels.
At the sight of her he felt his penis harden inside the
chastity tube. She was older than him, but she was earth-mother
beautiful. Maybe being sold wouldn’t be so terrible after
all.
“Okay, I want you stand up now.”
He sprang to his feet and stood at attention.
“You got something he can stand on?” said Mistress Brenda.
“Oh, sure. Slave, bring over the kitchen stool and stand on it
for your new Mistress.”
When he was up on the stool with his hands on his head.
Mistress Brenda peeled down his slave panties. His penis bobbed
up and down, straining inside the chastity tube.
“You got the key, I hope.” Both women laughed. There had been
a news story a month before about someone losing the key to her
slave’s chastity device and how this had complicated her sale of
him to another woman.
The key was produced, turned in the lock and then the tube was
pulled free.
He felt his cock leap instantly to a throbbing, full tilt
erection.
“My… that does seem interesting.” Mistress Brenda took his
penis in her hand and felt it carefully, testing its size and
heft. He shivered and shook at her touch, which was firm and yet
quite casual. Mistress Brenda was obviously familiar with slave
cock. “Mmmm, impressive, I like that. Never did like men with
weenies, you know what I’m saying?”
“Oh, sure, he’s a nice size there. But I never let him come,
you know, that way…”
Mistress Brenda laughed again. A generous hearty laugh that
filled the room. “Damned right, girl, slaves don’t come very
often and when they do they got to pay for it.” Her hand had
taken him by the balls now and she kneaded them between her
fingers. “These babies are full, huh?”
“Oh, sure, I keep him as frustrated as possible. They’re so
much more obedient when they’re desperate that way.”
“That’s how we rule them, no doubt about it.”
A quirt had appeared from nowhere in Mistress Brenda’s hand.
Casually, but with force, she stropped it down on his ass. A line
of fire shot through him and he almost fell off the stool. His
erection lost a little of its intensity and with it went the
chance that he might come accidentally.
“Down on your knees now.” Mistress Brenda said without even
looking at him. His total obedience was simply expected. She was
reading something off her Blackberry.
“Okay, we have to finalise the Divorce and then do the
Marriage thing.”
He knelt, that hot line on his ass still smarting. The way she
wielded that quirt was just a little scary. He wouldn’t want
Mistress Brenda like, really mad at him. Ever.
“Here,” said Mistress Brenda. “Put this back on and lock it up
good and give me the key.”
He crammed his semi-erect cock into the tube and replaced the
lock. Mistress Brenda took the key on its chain and slipped it
over her head. He watched the little brass key bounce down
between her massive breasts. Control over his sexuality had been
transferred from one woman to another. There were just the legal
formalities and it would all be over.
Mistress Sarah had the State Female Lead Marriage Website up
on her laptop.
“There’s a webcam connection. They say it’s all very
easy.”
“Yeah, my friend Shanika took a new slave last month. I was
her Bridesmistress. The whole thing took about five minutes.”
Mistress Brenda sighed and patted her fabulous looking ass.
“Then we took that boy to the bedroom and had him eat some
ass. By the time we were done he was about passed out. So we
whupped on him a little, Shanika has a strong arm, so he came
back to life pretty quick.”
Both women giggled.
“And then we did him with some different sized strap-ons, get
him used to being a slave bitch boi.”
By the sound of it life as Mistress Brenda’s slave was going
to be stretching his limits. Mistress Sarah had never been that
interested in the strap-on thing and hadn’t done it to him in
months.
“Okay, we’re on.” Mistress Sarah pointed to the screen.
A female judge, looking smart and just a little stern,
appeared on the screen.
“Good evening, you have petitioned the court for a Divorce and
New Marriage under the FLM Act, Section Eleven, is that
correct?”
“Uh, yes, Ma’am,” said Mistress Sarah.
“Is the husband present?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Please put him on the webcam. He has signed Section Eleven,
but he still has the right to ask for Clemency and a dissolution
of Contract. Beyond that, you have full ownership rights, of
course.”
“If he does that, we just put him out on the street,
correct?”
“No, that would lead to a public nuisance. We don’t want men
in panties wandering around the streets. Someone who’s been a
house slave for ten years or more is pretty much helpless
outdoors. So, he would have the choice of job training at the
County Center, or being put up for auction, again under the FLM
rules of Section Eleven. You would be responsible for
transporting him to the County Center and booking him in
there.”
“Okay.” Mistress Sarah turned to him. “You better get up here
so the Judge can see you.”
He found himself standing there in front of the the little
camera on the laptop, trembling a little, trying to concentrate,
trying to think. He’d been a slave now for almost two years. He
could barely remember what his previous life had been like, when
he’d had a job, and driven a car and all those things that marked
a free man from a Woman’s slave and property. If he spoke up, he
could have his freedom again. He could get job training, he would
get to live his own life, he could have a car again, he would be
somebody, not a Woman’s property.
The judge was reading a file on a secondary screen.
“You are David Green, correct?”
His name. He hadn’t heard it in a long time now. It was a bit
strange to be addressed by that name now. He’d been slave, or
honey, or baby, for so long, that was what he thought when he
thought of himself, not “david.”
“Uhh, yeah.”
“You married Sarah Person on September 4th, 2019,
correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you signed Section Eleven of the Female Lead Marriage
Contract, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Under the law she may divorce you and sell your contract to
another woman. You have been introduced to that woman?”
“Uh, yes, Mistress.”
The judge looked up and stared at him through the webcam. She
had a slight smile on her lips. “No, honey, I’m the Judge, not
your new wife.”
“S-s-s-sorry,” he stammered and blushed. The judge was
amused.
“Okay. Do you agree with these actions under Section Eleven?
That Sarah Person will divorce you and sell your contract to Miss
Brenda McKay?”
So this was the moment. This was where he had his last chance
to stop this. Did he want to be “david” again? To be something
more than “slave.” To be able to touch his own penis, to even,
god, masturbate? How long had it been since he’d done that? Was
he going to make a stand? Or accept his fate as a male slave and
be taken away by Mistress Brenda to a new life under her
heel?
“Well?”
“I,” he hesitated, saw Mistress Brenda frown, and
instinctively flinched inside. To have Mistress Brenda frown in
his direction terrified him.
“I accept,” he said.
The judge smiled again. “Good. I like to see a man who is
happy under Section Eleven. I put my husband under contract some
years ago, after he lost his job. I have to say that we’re both
very happy.”
Mistress Brenda,however, was still unhappy with him, he could
tell, but for now she was eager to get on with the ceremony.
“For the Divorce proceedings, the wife just has to say on
camera, ‘I divorce my husband, David Green, and pass his contract
to, and then you give the name of the lady who is purchasing
David from you.”
“Got it,” said Mistress Sarah. She repeated the formula, and
downloaded a copy of the official divorce document.
“You are keeping all of his property?” said the judge who was
putting in notes on another laptop by her side.
“Yes.”
“He must have at least a pair of panties.”
“He does.”
“Okay. Now, for the Marriage Ceremony, Miss, uh,”
“McKay, Brenda McKay.”
“Good, Miss McKay, all you have to say is “I, Brenda McKay do
take ownership of FLM Contract 11D38-473-736, and the person of
David Green, to be my husband under the rules established in
Section Eleven of the FLM Act. I have complied with all
regulations and codes therein and I promise to keep said David
Green in health and in legal compliance with all county laws,
rules, regulations and codes.”
Mistress Brenda repeated the words and as she did, so he felt
something shift under him, whether it was the ground or his life,
he didn’t know. It was all happening so quickly, and he had no
way of stopping it.
And, he didn’t want to, either.
“Now, David, you have to say, “I accept Marriage to Brenda
McKay under Section Eleven of the FLM Act and her ownership of
Contract 11D38-473-736. I promise to serve her as a good husband,
within the laws and regulations of the county.”
He said the words and with each one he felt something stronger
than iron binding around him.
“Good,” said the judge. “I declare you Wife and man, and may
you be happy for as long as she wants. Go in peace.”
The ceremony was over. He had been sold. Brenda was actually
cutting an electronic check for Mistress Sarah, while he knelt in
the corner again.
“Okay, that’s it,” Sarah said. Both women turned back to
him.
Mistress Brenda had produced a thick black leather collar from
her bag.
“I believe in keeping a slave collared,” she said. “And
leashed in public.”
“Oh, yeah, well I never went that far with him,” said
Sarah.
“Slave, kneel up.”
He raised his head and Mistress Brenda set the collar around
his neck and fastened it in place. A moment later she clipped a
braided leather leash to it, then turned back to Mistress
Sarah.
“Well, Ms Person, thank you very much. I think that’s
everything.”
She jerked on the leash. “Say your goodbyes to Mistress Sarah,
slave.”
He bent down for the last time to kiss Mistress Sarah’s feet,
and for a moment he remembered the first time, when he was still
her boyfriend, and she was just introducing him to her style of
Female Domination. That night, playing FemDom games, letting her
spank him for the first time, had been so innocent, so sexually
stimulating, it’d opened the door to his own true submissive
nature. At the time he’d had no idea where it would lead, or that
within three months he would’ve married Sarah and become her
official, contract slave under the Female Lead Marriage Law.
If he’d known then what he knew now? Would he have run for his
life? No. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would still have
called her the next day, and kept calling, and begged to see her,
begged to be allowed to worship her.
“Goodbye, slave,” she said, and Mistress Brenda tugged lightly
on the leash and he knelt up. For a moment his eyes met Sarah’s,
she smiled slightly and then she and Mistress Brenda were talking
and he was being lead to the door.
The door opened, Mistress Brenda walked out, her fabulous
buttocks, which were quite a bit bigger than Sarah’s, doing
incredible things inside that tight faux leopard skin skirt and
he followed her, barely hearing the door shut behind him.
Ahead was a bright yellow Mini station wagon. Mistress Brenda
lead him to the hatch back which was rising with a little beep as
she pressed a button on her keyset.
Suddenly it came home to him that he was outdoors, wearing
nothing but a pair of pink panties and a chastity system. He
hadn’t been outside for more than a year, and he hadn’t worn
anything except slave panties for about the same length of time.
The blue sky seemed enormous. Distances were frightening for some
reason, and he blushed deep red when a woman drove by and stared
at him standing there in nothing but pink slave panties, slave
collar and leash.
“Get in, lie down on the bed there.”
There was an extra large dog bed in the back of the Mini
wagon. He got up onto it and lay down. Mistress Brenda clipped a
special safety belt across his body. He saw “Slavertransit Belt”
printed on it and felt his jaw drop. Wow, the market for this
kind of thing must have boomed in recent years. Women really were
taking over. For a moment she looked down at him, then she put
her hand on his thigh and ran it up and inside to his crotch,
taking him by the balls. Her grip was firm, but comfortable, as
if she’d owned his balls for years and years. His cock was as
hard as it could get inside the chastity system.
“You know you’re going to be punished the moment we get home,
don’t you?”
He did. He nodded, frightened already by the thought.
“You hesitated there, when the judge asked you the question.
That embarrassed me, and no slave ever embarrasses me twice,
understood?”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress, I, I, it was all so sudden. I didn’t
know…”
“Didn’t know what?”
“Uh, well, that Mistress was going to sell me, not until just
an hour ago.”
His whole life had been turned upside down in less than an
hour.
From massaging Sarah’s perfect rump and keeping the little
house in Floral Park clean and perfect for his former girlfriend,
who’d become his owner under the law, he’d been sold, he’d been
handed over to another woman, a perfect stranger, that he had
only met a few minutes ago. And then he’d been made to stand
before that judge, with her knowing eyes, and accept that he was
just a piece of property to be bought and sold by women whenever
they wanted. He’d been sold and he was going to be this other
woman’s property now, and her slave, just like that. And he’d
agreed, and he was incredibly aroused by Mistress Brenda’s body
and her attitude, but he was also deeply afraid of her.
Mistress Brenda softened. She could see how frightened and
confused he was. The concern in her eys melted his heart like wax
under a blowtorch. She was such a beautiful lady. It would be a
privilege to serve her. He resolved to be the best slave he could
possibly be for her.
“I see, well, yeah that could be a little hard. Okay, that
will be taken into account, but you will still be punished. Just
a spanking perhaps, and then you can show me how good you are at
worshiping my ass.”
“Yes, Mistress, of course.”
She squeezed his balls, and patted his cheek, then shut the
hatch door, went around to the front, got in and started the car.
A moment later they were on their way driving into a whole new
slavery for him, and as they went he saw in his mind’s eye,
Mistress Brenda’s majestic behind, swaying in front of him,
regal, gorgeous and destined to take him to a whole new
understanding of Female Domination.
Copyright Permian Systems 2008
Originally posted 2009-07-12 21:07:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
The Sadness of an Abandoned Male Slave
I am sitting along with the others waiting for her to appear. This is nothing unusual. Gisele always likes to keep everyone waiting. It is one of her secrets in controlling the world around her. I squirm in my seat as I feel the plug slide inside of my ass. Being her submissive, I must wear what she commands no matter the venue whether it be in public or the privacy of the dungeon constructed in her basement. The G-string and matching bra under my suit seem natural. I never thought that I would ever happen, but through Gisele’s strict guidance it finally has. She opened and shown me a world I thought only existed in fantasies and books. For over a year, Gisele slowly molded me into her slave (even though she detested that word and I would be severely punished for using it in her presence).
The adventures we shared together will never happen again for me. It will be only a pale imitation. Everything I believed about myself was challenged and stripped away. There was nothing that prepared me for Gisele’s dominant urges or appetite. My intellect or strength did not prevent her from reducing me to a confident alpha male in the business world to a quivering submissive on his knees begging for her to stop then pleading her for release. All of this happening while we laughed, cried, and experienced intense powerful emotions.
And now it is over. The end. I would no longer be her submissive man. She let me go in favor of another. Gisele explained it all to me when we finished an intense situation. Her words cut through me worse than the crop she used. Words like security, love, and happiness flew at me. I felt hurt and angry. A pit in my stomach formed as tears ran down her beautiful face. For the first time, I saw her tears. Gisele knew what I was feeling and that it hurt. Things change, she explained, and this is the right thing to do. More tears except they are mine. Her arms hold me as I cry. Kisses and promises are made to be loyal until he is hers. We play after that but with dread overshadowing all that we do during the next few months. All happening while she prepares for the him that will follow. The last dinner we shared, Gisele makes me promise to be there for her. I agree but it is hard for me to be happy about it. She is giving up much for him and I am part of what she will lose for him.
Words . . . nothing but words which is all that they are. The music makes everyone turn in their seats to stare at her beauty. Everyone knows that it is her song. I spot a few of her former partners. Some look miserable and bitter. Others smile and are happy for her. I feel neither joy nor despair. Instead, I feel calm. I accept what is and no that soon I will be free of her. Gisele made some suggestions of being together again, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen no matter how much I wished it. This was it for us and it was symbolized by the ceremony to come. I catch the eye of her first submissive partner. I know he is the first because of the stories she has told me and the video tapes of their scenes together. Gisele would direct me to observe some reaction and how it affected her at the time. They kept in touch by phone after he moved away. Of all her past partners, she values his opinion the most. I’m certain that he knows all that is on her mind for he advises her on all matters relating to her submissive partners. He is one of the happy ones and gives me a nod of recognition. We only spoke a few times, but I know that he likes me because I would be gone if he did not. The blonde beauty next to him must be the Mistress he now lives with. I guess he proves that there is life after Gisele.
Adriana, Gisele’s female submissive, walks ahead in a beautiful, elegant, low-cut dress, honored of her position and role. I wonder, idly, if she is wearing her nipple rings. Gisele commanded Adriana to get them and was there holding her hand as the needle pierced them. It was the first of many piercings and tatoos Adriana would get to prove herself to Gisele. Her thin, delicate body was a shrine to Gisele. I didn’t doubt that Adriana would be one of the miserable ones. She is totally devoted to Gisele. The new man would be taking Gisele away from Adriana as well as from me. While Adriana declares herself to be bisexual, she is in love with Gisele. No man or woman could ever be loved as much by her.
We never got along. Adriana’s jealously and plain looks made for some interesting scenes, but I didn’t personally find her attractive. Also, whenever Gisele made Adriana dominate me while she was dominated by Gisele, she would hurt me unnecessarily. Worst of all, she used a strap-on like a battering ram. Adriana was a rapist whenever she used it. Gisele got angry with her that the next time, I was allowed and encouraged to take Adriana brutally. So threatened by me, that she didn’t see that Gisele had fallen for another. By the time she found out, it was too late for her to insinuate herself into their lives. As I watched her walk by, I noticed that both her pussy and ass were full. Her stiff walk was only noticed by those who had experienced Gisele’s domination. How long would she wait for Gisele? Probably forever.
Gisele appears and new music begins to play.
Her dress is white and modern arm and arm with some distinguished older handsome man walks alongside her. She is smiling and nervous. It is so uncharacteristic of her to be so nervous. I have never seen her so vulnerable and happy as she walks by me. She doesn’t see me. She is too busy moving to the altar where her new man is waiting for her. The flowers in her hands shake as they reach the man and his friend. A few words are spoken by the Minister and the distinguished escort leaves her. Gisele and the man say their vows to each other. Adriana is losing the battle not to cry as is Gisele. Her words are spoken with such fragility that I almost believe that she is a stranger. What happened to the commanding voice that I could hear from across the room? Where is the confidence she displayed as she performed in our scenes?
Finally, the Minister pronounces them man and wife. Everyone applauds some more enthusiastically than others. They walk down the aisle. He is good looking and she is beautiful. Everyone heads for the reception. I pile into a car with some of the Groom’s relatives. They talk about the ceremony and the bride. Nothing bad is said, but it all seems forced as if there is something unspoken being said. I wonder if they know about Gisele’s not so hidden lifestyle. She is out to her friends and colleagues. The Groom must certainly know. Why didn’t I ask Gisele about him when I had the chance? We pull up and get out of the car. I speak to the strangers politely and tell them a little about myself. I’ll never see any of them again, so there is a polite honesty between us. Don’t go into the details, keep everything general.
The reception is upscale enough to impress the women. The drinks are free which impresses the men. I am taken aside by her first submissive. We talk and he asks me if I am okay with this. Seeing that I am, we trade some war stories about Gisele. His current Mistress joins us and says that she will have two ceremonies when she gets married. Too bad the Groom isn’t into kink, she says with a knowing smile. We drink and talk about other things but after the third drink we are back discussing the scene. Another one of Gisele’s submissive men joins in and there is flirting between him and a Dominant male. Soon, we become the kink table a good distance away from the vanilla world surrounding us. Adriana joins us with her date who is comfortable with the topic at the moment: magic wands. He tells everyone he is a sexual adventurer but doesn’t play seriously in any scene. Adriana smiles at him, but we all know that her thoughts are focused upon her Domme who is happily chatting with her Mother-in-law. When they leave to visit another table, I can see the relief coming from everyone. We all start making catty comments about Adriana. She isn’t well liked and all agree that she is plugged and stuffed.
The lunch, wedding toast, and cake cutting ceremony happens next. After the gushing of the women and some of the men, everyone returns to their tables. The deejay has the music pumping with what could only be called “safe” music. People begin to dance. The floor is cleared for the Groom and Bride for their dance. They seem happy and smiles are permanently fixed on their faces. She is teary-eyed while he is relieved. Everyone returns to the floor and soon everyone is dancing. Adriana surprises me and asks me to dance.
On the floor we move stiffly because of our plugs. She tries to be friendly with varying success. We talk about what will happen next. Adriana reveals to me that after the bachelorette party, she and Gisele played. It disappointed her when I just smiled politely. She then adds that she will continue to be Gisele’s slave. Her number one submissive status is safe. This upsets me because I feel that Gisele could have done better mainly by picking me. I feel the song ending and I quickly slide my hand down her ass and push on the plug causing her to gasp in discomfort. I walk back to the table with a smile.
I go to the bathroom and remove my plug and undergarments. Looking at them for a second, I drop them into the garbage. Rejoining the table, we all make mundane small talk and steer away from the scene. Gisele comes over and joins us. She then asks each one of us to dance with her. The women do non-nasty dancing invented by the Baptists renamed line dancing. Eventually it is my turn to dance with her. We smile and I tell her how beautiful she looks. She asked me what gift I gave her. I spoke about the crystal glass set. Then I told her my gift to her. Leaning over, I whispered that in my box was the collar I had worn for her. There was a pause before she spoke something I couldn’t make out. …
Originally posted 2010-10-25 13:28:02. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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And what happened after that is still sort of a daze. she told me she wanted me to engage in hand-to-hand combat with her, to prove whether women were really superior to men, or whether I was just a bad example of man. She promised me she wouldn’t use my groin against me, and ordered me to use everything within my power to beat her up. If I could beat her, she would never, ever, speak or act disrespectfully toward me again. And, with that preamble, she engaged me in combat.
She circled me – I was still rather dazed – and took a couple of swipes at my head. They landed, but I didn’t feel any worse for it; I felt like I had already lost, and was just waiting for her to take me down and obliterate me. She grabbed me by the arm, twisted it behind me, put her foot around my ankles and tripped me to the floor. When I was down, afraid to get back up, she slammed her foot into my rear end four times in rapid succession. I howled in pain and humiliation. Then she bent down and slammed her fist into my mouth: instantly I tasted blood, mingled with tears.
“Oh, you’re lost, boy! You’re just like all men, David! You’re a puny, wormy little coward!”
I felt her trying to drag me to my feet – no doubt she hadn’t had enough fun with me yet. She got me standing, then pounded my shoulders a few times. I felt myself swaying this way and that, nearly falling over.
“Take a swing at me, David! Go for it! Try to hurt me, little man! I dare you.”
I was already defeated; I was crushed; rendered as useless as any man confronted with the natural superiority of womanhood. I knew she was going to ruin me before the evening was up, so I decided to obey her; maybe if I tried a swing at her, she’d get mad and get my torture over with, whatever it was. So I swung a lazy fist at her.
To my dazed amazement, I hit her on the side of the face, and she toppled. She let out a pathetic moan, and had to support herself on a chest of drawers. And suddenly I was alive again. Suddenly, I was a man again.
Before she could recover, I hit her again: one more fist to the face. And one more. And one more. And then she was on the floor, crying like a fucking little baby. I stood over her body – she was covering her head with her arms, sobbing – and I spat on her breasts. I kicked her in the side, then put my bare foot over one of her breasts, and pressed on it. And that’s when I had an idea.
I grabbed her feet from the floor, lifted them up, and spread her legs apart. She was too weak, too stunned, to resist. And I laid the ball of my foot over her snatch. Then I began wriggling my toes into her filthy little slit. And I burst into laughter, because I had never heard of a man foot-fucking a chick before. I was treading on her like she had trampled on my manhood. But this was fair: this was the way of nature: man rules, woman serves. And pressed all of my toes into her snatch, and started shoving my foot inside her. At first she screamed, then she began pleading. Then it was all over.
I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t know how it happened. She suddenly freed one of her feet from my grip, then pounded it into my stomach. All of the air was knocked out of my body, and I was doubled over, kneeling on the floor. And then she was all over me like a fucking wildcat; her nails scratching my back, my shoulders, her fists pounding my head and my face. She grabbed me by the hair and yanked my onto my back with a thud, then hammered her fists against my head like drumsticks. Then her pussy, which moments before had been at my mercy, was suddenly gagging my face – she had it over my mouth and nose – and she beat her fists against my chest and my stomach. I gasped for air; I felt dizzy; I became extremely weak, and thought I would black out.
“See, David?” she shrieked at me, “Who’s on top in the end? Huh? And I didn’t use your male weakness against you, did I? DID I?”
She pounded my chest some more, then reached below her belly batter my chin, and reached behind her to thump my head with her fist.
“But you tried to rape me, didn’t you? You tried to fuck me with your foot. You tried to hurt my sexuality. Well, now I’m going to do that to you, David.”
And, holding her hands in a double-fist, she swung them like a jack-hammer against my balls. Not once. Not twice. She hammered my groin repeatedly like a layer of rock to be smashed through to get at valuable mineral deposits. I was weeping again; I was sobbing again. My last memory of the evening was feeling her lips suck up my balls into her mouth; I began to feel her molars grind against them.
Weeks later, after she had begun to train me to serve her absolutely, she asked me if I had ever doubted that she would conquer me. I asked her, in turn, if I had been too easy for her – to little a challenge. I asked her, “If you had to try dominating me and my friend Mack – you know, Mack from the gym – do you think you would’ve won?”
She looked at me, and smiled.
“Want to find out?”
Continued …
Originally posted 2009-01-18 15:00:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Beyond the Norm Volume II, Dr. Guenter Klow
See some of Dr Guenter Klow’s books.
On a pleasure drive we met the Russian prince in his carriage. He
seemed to be unpleasantly surprised to see me by Wanda’s side, and
looked as if he wanted to pierce her through and through with his
electric gray eyes. She, however, did not seem to notice him. I felt
at that moment like kneeling down before her and kissing her feet.
She let her glance glide over him indifferently as though he were an
inanimate object, a tree, for instance, and turned to me with her
gracious smile.
Originally posted 2007-06-19 15:12:27. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
My wife is superior in our relationship and she tends to have an angry streak, she knows that i like sph but she does not think it is a laughing matter.The only way i can imagine her being light hearted about it would be if we had a man in our relationship who would first be hung and second be willing to sleep with her even though she is married.
When my wife and i were dating we started out as fishing buddies and she saw other guys while we hung out, so she got to know me before she found out that i have a small penis. I feel a since of gilt because she didn’t know up front that i am a short dick man.
Later on we started talking phone sex before we ever started making out. I knew then that she was a women of specific taste when it came to size and that means she liked and had dated guys that were few and far between on the heavy hung side,these guys that she described were just like some guys a played high school football with. I’m talking about guys who made fun of my small 1″+ nothing flaccid penis.From hear i could branch out into many different stories but I’ll just be talking about my wifes previous experiences.
Since i have had a small one all my life i have tried to perfect every other aspect of my sexuality; therefore, I watched all types of porn flix and practiced oral sex on every girl that would let me.I have never been much in the doggy position but I have always heard that it is a position unlike the majority of others; so, that position has always fascinated my curiosity since I have never really been able to do it. I always hoped to marry a women who had not done doggy ever before. When i met my wife i had finally found such a woman, with the exception of her fetish for sucking long fat ones i was most pleased, but that was before i found out that she didn’t like to suck skinny shorties.
Eventually I found out that her mother had always warned her to never have sex in the doggy position with a boy who had a long penis,she told her that she would regret it and end of discussion. She had t old me that she had never seen a penis shorter than 7″ or longer than 9″ so I felt very insecure about how she would react once she saw my proud 4.5″ pipe lol. On rainy days we often watched movies in her bedroom at her parents house. One day I discovered a large blue exercise ball on the floor of her room, she said she used it to practice balance, and did i mention that she was a cheerleader in highschool.
My wife has the kind of ass that everyone stares at, not just men, and don’t let me forget to mention her perky DD breast. I used to enjoy her modeling her cheer outfits for me before we married.One night after a long day of fishing while separate from each other at home on the phone she and I were once again talking phone sex, but something was different about that night and the attitude of my wife, she was very silly and open about things she had done in the past. she told me that the blue excercise ball was something that her and Jay her highschool sweetheart had used as a tool for having sex.Kay my wife told me that she would wear hear cheer outfit and drop her undies and lay on her stomach on that blue ball and that Jay would squat over her from behind and give it to her somewhat like the doggy position.Kay told me that if her mother came home, it didn’t take long to regain composure from this technique. kay started giggling on the phone and i immediately asked her what was so funny.
I forgot to mention that up until this point Kay was under the impression that i had a good sized penis, at least that was what i had always told her. She began telling me something that should have been a deal breaker but i was to into her to even try to bail out of the relationship, and besides it was the first time that she had locked up my subservientness and i wanted more.
Kay told of how one day while having slow spine tingling sex with jay on the ball that the ball had sprung an air leak or so she would believe for a while until Jay later admited to having pulled the plug.Kay said that as the air left the ball she sl owly ended up on all fours finally in the traditional doggy style position, at which point Jay decided to stop and ask for her permission to continue.
Kay screamed yes and Jay as the ego maniac that he was, asked kay to pull her hair back into a pony tail so that he could hold it.Kay told me that she did without question what he said.Jay then after resuming his 9″ thrust began to slap Kay on the ass, this both bothered and pleased kay as she asked him why he was treating her like a porno chick. Jay answered and said that he was the boss and that he could stop at any time if she didn’t like it. Kay, at this point with her inner thighs shaking begged Jay not to stop and as Jay continued he told Kay to call herself a nasty slut, and she quickly did as she was told.
By the time they were done she had already declared herself his slut forever. Much to my satisfaction and pain I tried to act cool on the phone, and I asked her why she let him punk her out like that and she told me that she knew now what her mother was talking about…. if anyone reads this, particularly women, I would love to talk with you and get some feed back on what the big deal is about the doggy style position.
Feel free to e-mail me at aradams39@aol.com. By the way I go by the name Dillinger and i’ll be glad to explain why later.
Originally posted 2009-06-06 19:47:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Wife Humiliates Her Husband With Help of a Girlfriend
Me and Buffy, my wife, were home and my sister-in-law Kruella was over to spend the evening. We were watching television, flicking through the channels, when we hit a fighting show, some kind of martial art. Kruella asked me if we could watch it and I obliged her and left the station on. She was really getting into it, acknowleging certain blows and strikes. I said “tough girl, how long have you been taking judjitsu”. She replied “long enough to kick your ass”. Kruella was 28 years old and about 5’5″ 115 lbs. “come on Kruella, do you really think you could kick my ass, your a skinny girl”.
Kruella looked me right in the eye
“Yes, I know I could not only kick your ass, I could make you kiss my ass three times in less than 10 minutes”.
I laughed
“You will make me kiss yor ass, yea right”.
She stood up and lifted her shirt exposing her shapely spandex covered ass, and pointed to her ass.
“I can make you kiss me right here, three times, and I’ll bet on it. she yanked the spandex up her crack and said “I don’t mean I can make you kiss my cheeks, I can make you kiss my spandex covered asshole.”
My wife Buffy joined in
“Go for it tough guy, I’d love to see you smooch her ass you faggot, got any balls.”
I looked at her and asked her,
“How much you want to bet”? Buffy looked at me
“I don’t want money, If I make you kiss my ass three times in less than ten minutes, you have to be your wifes slave and my slave till 2:00am. You have to serve both of us in any way we ask, anything goes, you must grovel at are feet, ass etc. anything, even be our toilet.”
I looked at her in shock
“be your toilet, what do you mean?”
She giggled “Exactly what I said, Be our toilet, drink our piss, eat our shit. Did you ever eat your wifes shit?”
I looked up at her in amazement
“Can’t say that I did, and what are you going to put up?” Buffy opened her purse and whipped out her wallet and took out money. Ten, hundred dollar bills.
“Thats one thousand dollars, faggot, still afraid of a 115 lb. girl?”
This was getting hard to resist, all I had to do was avoid her for 10 minutes and the grand was mine.
She looked at me
“I’m serios about the money and what you have to do, if you agree and loose, I hope you realize what you will have to do.” I stood up “Ten minutes, thats all right”. She smiled “Yes three asshole kisses in ten minutes or less and we win, other than that you win.” I was confident when I saw the money “Lets do it, Iwin its one thousand, you win, I am your slave and Buffy’s slave up to the point of being your toilet till 2:00am.”
We entered the living room, to start the match. I looked at the clock it was 8:15. I told her at 8:16 we start and at 8:26 give me my money. The clock creeped close to 8:16, she looked so confident it scared me, My heart raced. 8:16 she attacked me like an animal, It seemed like she had her strategy plotted out. Before I knew it I was on my back with my legs over my head. She was facing my feet with her knees straddeling my head and all her weight over my arms. She actually started to laugh, “Its all over, save youself punishment and smooch my ass”. Her ass was right on top of my face, and I was helpless, but I refused to smooch her crack. She leaned back and put her crack on my nose. Buffy stood up and shouted “Kiss her ass you faggot, smooch her butthole, then your slavery begins at both of our assholes.”
Kruella now laughing out loud
“Kiss it three times or I’ll punch your balls.”
The position she was in made it impossible to block a punch. My wife stood up and said,
“Punch him Kruella, I want to see him on his knees for us”.
Kruella grabbed my balls and squeezed, I was in an awfull predicament. Kruella leaned back and farted in my face. “Thats just an appetizer, I’ll give you one more chance to kiss three times”. I still refused. My wife said, “Punch his balls in, make him smooch, I have to pee”. Kruella whaled on my balls three times, the pain was unreal, I had no choice. She lifted her crack one inch above my face ” Raise your head and kiss my ass hole three times or else” The pain was to intense, I pressed my lips between her crack and kissed once. She hit me again “Two more times slave”. My wife was excited “Kiss it, kiss it now and become our slave.” Kruella grabed my balls one more time and I conceded. I pressed my lips between her crack and gently kissed her spandex covered hole two more times. I lost, I would have to serve both of them. Both of them acted as if they won the lottery, I was completely humiliated. Kruella sat back one more time on my face and farted on my nose. “I definately think I have to go to the bathroom soon”. The slavery was about to begin, I could not believe I lost. > >
After the two stopped celebrating, they both stood there and looked at me, Kruella said, “Look Buffy, look at him, twenty minutes ago he was your husband and a man, Now he is our fucking slave, our servant, our groveling pig and especially our toilet.” My wife joined in “I always wondered what it would be like to use a mans mouth, as my toilet, and today I will find out. I feel a bowel movement sometime soon”. Kruella looked at me “how did it feel on your back when I sat on your face and farted and you couldn’t do a dam thing about it, but sniff it and kiss my ass”. I told her
“I can’t believe you beat me and made me kiss your ass, I am in shock, I also can’t believe what I have to do”. Kruella said
” you lost the bet and now its time to pay up, get on your knees”.
I kneeled down before the both of them. My wife removed the loose pair of warmup pants, she had on and she was wearing spandex also. Kruella lokked at Buffy
“Aren’t those the same tights you had on in the gym this afternoon”.
Buffy replied,”
Yes, same ones, Why”
Kruella said
“I thought you would change after that crazy workout and the fact that it was 90 degrees today, but it turned out good because our slave might like the taste of sweat on our bodies”. Just then Buffy yelled “Slave come here and press your face between my cheeks.” I went over to her on my knees and inserted my nose in her behind, seconds later she farted in my face.
“Sniff that fart, slave, accept my gift”.
I inhaled deeply, and this was a first, I never before had intentionally smelled my wifes farts. Both laughed in my face as
I inhaled. Kruella sat on the couch and said “Its time for our slave to pay hommege to our tired sweaty feet.” Buffy joined in
“I agree ,time to grovel slave”.
They both got comfortable on the couch and told me to kneel before them. I got down on my knees in front of them. Kruella said “Kiss your wifes sneakers, bow your head and kiss her gym shoes”. I lowered my head to the floor and smooched her sneakers again and again. My wife now said, “Do the same to my sisters shoes”. Kruella was wearing a plain flat leather shoe with bare feet. I bowed down and kissed her shoes. Kruella looked down at me
“This is the way you should always greet me, on your knees and at my feet, Slave go get us two beers, then get back to my feet”.
I ran to the kitchen and got two beers, came back and handed the beer to them, and got back on my knees. “Good boy”, Kruella said, “Now pick up my leg and clean the bottom of my shoe”. I lifed her leg and dragged my tongue on the shoe she walked in the streets with. She sipped on her beer and smiled in my pathetic face “Did I step in anything today? no, you better check the other foot”. I changed feet and began licking the other sole.
“Your so obedient, now go and clean the bottom of you wifes sneaker”.
I repeated the entire process.
“Let a little girl beat you up” Buffy said, “Your a weak faggot, a little sissy, she yelled as she stood up in fron of me.
“Kiss my ass faggot, kiss your wifes ass”. I gently kissed my wifes ass all over, both cheeks, her crack etc. Kruella was giggling at the sight of this. Now my wife sat down again and barked “Take off my sneakers, you need to find out how hard I worked out”. I untied the laces and removed her right sneaker. “Sniff my toes through the sock”. Her right leg was crossed over and elevated, I pressed my nose to the very moist white sox and sniffed. Both broke out laughing as I sniffed at the base of her toes. Her toes had a sour cheesy smell to them. “Take of the sock and really get into it”. I peeled the sock off and once again began sniffing her toes. “I love the look of you on your knees sniffing my sweaty toes, like that aroma,
Ask me if you can taste my toes, beg to lick my feet”. I looked up at her “Please Buffy, may I lick your pretty toes”. They laughed and Kruella said “Make him do it better, Make him put his hands together like he’s praying and beg you to lick”. “You heard her slave beg to lick my toes”. I put my hands together and asked her over and over if I may lick her toes, and inbetween each request I kissed the top of her foot. “You may clean my toes with you tongue.” I lowered my head and licked her sweaty toes. “Make sure you get that sock lint out and all the toecheese.” I slipped my humiliated tongue in between my wifes dirty feet as the two laughed and ragged on me. “Now my other foot”. The whole process one more time. Now it was my sister-in-laws turn. Kruella stood up and told me to get on my back. She made me untie her leather shoe and take it off and then stepped on my face with her bare foot. Her feet had a stronger smell than my wives and she held it there and made me sniff out loud. Out of nowhere she squatted down and let another fart rip on my nose “I want to hear you sniff, sniff my sweaty ass”. Her ass did have a funky smell and the fart was potent also. She ground her crack back and forth on my nose and said “Now I know where to come if my ass itches”. she finally stood up and told me to stick my tongue out. Then she ran her foot across my tongue from heel to toe, as if I were a door mat. She made me remove her other shoe and smell the base of her toes.
“Open your mouth and suck my big toe”.
I opened and she stuck it in, and I sucked.
“Keep your mouth open wide” as she squatted down on my face and positioned her asshole over my mouth. A moment passed , then her fart passed right in my mouth. It was muffeled and the two of them started laughing like crazy. My wife stood up
“First she beats you up, now you eat her fartgas, what a pathetic speciman of a man.
” Kruella looks at me”Get up, go over to your wife and lick her armpits. Buffy puts her hands behind her head, exposing her pits and says “Yes slaveboy, tongue my pits clean, it was hot today.” I lower my head and lick my wifes pits. “Bet it tastes good, I’m next, Kruella said. I walk over to Kruella, she lifts her arms and pushes my head to her armpit for cleaning.
“That beer went right through me”, Buffy says “I have to take a leak toilet boy, get on your back”. My wife looks right at me and points to my mouth “I’m going to piss right in your mouth and you have to drink it, on your back”. Buffy removed her spandex and squatted over my face. Kruella got in close for a good look at the human toilet. Buffy sent a hot stream of piss im my mouth, I gulped her salty gift as fast as I could. It was very strong and acidic, sort of burned mu throat a little.
When she was done she looked down at me “How did it taste toilet, wait till you have to eat, that will realy be the show.”
Kruella went to the kitchen and got a glass. She pulled her spandex halfway down and held the large glass under cunt. She giggled in my face , right before she started to urinate, then she filled the glass, and put it on the table. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face to the glass.”Smell my golden wine, I made for you.” My nose was an inch from the piss and I inhaled the urine stench to satisfy her. “Dip your tongue in the piss and taste it, who’s piss tastes better.” I dipped my tongue in the liquid waste and sampled its flavor, it was much less acidic than my wifes piss. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a straw. “Drink it with this straw, you can taste it better and you can’t gulp it. I drank Kruellas piss.
When I finished,Kruella got me down on my knees, at her ass. She pulled her spandex half way down and pulled her cheeks apart “I hope you don’t get offended Buffy, that your faggot husband is about to eat my ass, because this is where this faggot belongs, on his knees licking my asshole.” To my suprise, my wife says “I don’t care what you do, I was just going to suggest that he give us both head, he is good at that.” A smile came to Kruellas face “Thats the best idea all day, your little faggot hubby eating me out till I come. She removed her spandex and sat on a tall barstool we had. Her feet were on the stool seat also, which exposed everything, her asshole and cunt. “On your knees boy, kneel at my vagina”. I Went down in front of her bush, My wife came over and said “Eat my sister out, start on her clit and do it good”. Kruella interupted “I’d rather him start on my asshole, There is somthing about a man on his knees licking my ass that sets me off.” No problem Kruella, Slave, eat my sisters asshole, rim that thing”. I moved in close to the chair and touched the tip of my tongue to her puckered ass. She obviously liked it and I began licking harder and faster. Eventually I sucked her cunt, starting on top with the clit, then separating her lips with my tongue sucking on each lip. It took about ten minutes and she came like a wild woman in my face. While she recovered I was ordered to eat my wife and as usuall she came also. While the two relaxed they ordered me to make them coffee. My wife told me very bluntly, “Coffee makes me shit, and I can’t wait to use your moth as my bowl.”
Both sat bottomless in the living room sipping their coffee. Kruella called me over to massage her asshole with my tongue.
After about twenty minutes my wife smiled “I think its time toilet boy, I feel a log on the move” A minute later “OH its time, get on your back.” My wife stood over me and laughed. My heart started to race in anticipation. “This is ultimate humiliation, The ultimate worship of one to another is willingly devouring the others shit, Oh it feels like a load. Buffy squatted over my mouth and mouned as the feces got closer to her anus. My wifes anus started to dilate “Here it comes toilet boy”. Kruella moved in for a closer look of the act. As her anus dilated I could see the head of the log, slowly emerge. ” Hubby its time to eat my shit, open that mouth”. She squatted down lower, directly over my toilet mouth. The log was about an inch in diameter as it slid from her bung hole. It started to dangle and shake and I guess she sensed it was going to break and squatted to a point where she could direct it in my mouth. Once the head of the log was in she lowered her ass to me breaking off the log in my mouth. She turned to watch me eat it. It was on the hard side so I had to chew it. Both of them looked at me in amazement as I chewed and ate it. MY wife turned her ass to me again and sat down I my mouth, centering her anus. “Suck the next one out as I push it in”. I created a suction against her anus with my lips and sucked out another three inch turd and ate it. She squatted once again and pulled her cheeks apart
“Now lick it clean you faggot shiteater”. I stuck my tongue up her ass and licked away any residual shit that was left.
Kruella began hinting that she had to go but was going to do somthing different. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a plate and put the plate on my chest. Now Kruella straddled my body, squatting over the plate and began to concentrate. Her cheeks spread and her ass began to open. She emptied her colon on the plate, depositing three, three inch logs. She squatted over my face “Rim my hole clean servant”. I lapped her entire crack and her asshole, cleaning it well. “Now its time to eat, get on your knees”. She removed the plate and put it on the coffee table.
“Here’s the fork Kruella, feed it to our slave.” Both were starring at me as Kruella pearced the turd with the fork and held it to my nose. “Smell my shit, sniff the log slave.” I sniffed at the repulsive bodily waste. “Open your mouth”. I opened my mouth and both watched carfully. Kruella stuck the turd in my mouth. “Chew it you pathetic shiteater, eat my stinking log.” Kruellas shit was much softer and easier to swallow. Then she stuck in piece Number two and I ate it. Now My wife came up with her own idea and told Kruella and both agreed. My wife went upstais and came down in a pair of pumps. Buffy stepped her heel on the log, it broke in half, but the one half stayed on the heel. She lifted it up to my mouth as Kruella said, “Eat my shit off you wifes heel”. I opened up and she stuck it in and I sucked the shit off the heel. Both were in tears they were laughing so hard. My wife now stepped the sole of the pump in the shit smearing it all over the bottom. She slowly lifted the pump to my mouth and said “Clean my sisters shit of the bottom of my pump, with your tongue. Ask Kruella if you can lick her shit.” “Kruella may I clean your shit off the bottom of my wifes shoe.” Kruella stood up and said “Sure after you kiss my asshole”. I pushed Kruellas cheeks apart and planted a big wet gentil kiss on her sphincter. My wife still held the shoe up and I went over to it and licked the squashed feces off the pump. The two rehashed what they just made me do for about a half hour and both fell assleep. My servatude was over but my memory of this humiliation will never go away.
Originally posted 2011-07-25 08:55:42. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
In the 1960’s, I was 19 years old and a student and on the visit to my selected lodgings met the land lady who was a school teacher of about 35 years of age and rather attractive with almost black long hair tied in a ponytail and blue eyes. She introduced me to the various rules of the house and raised the subject of ‘discipline’.
To my surprise, she said that her form of discipline was face slapping. She said that she would keep clear of the eyes and ears and that her slaps would not really hurt but sting the surface of the skin and the ‘punishment’ was really to have to walk around with a pair of red cheeks for a time depending on the seriousness of the wrong doing. She asked me if I was prepared to accept this, implying that this would be a condition for my staying. I actually felt excited at the thought and agreed. She then said that I would have to raise the level of my sideburns to just above my cheekbones to bare the whole of my cheeks and offered to do this for me and cut my hair: a service that she continued to do for me during the whole of my stay.
My first mistake was to leave my bed untidy. She told me off and led me into a spare unfurnished room and told me to hold my hands behind my back and face her. First she repeatedly patted my left cheek with the fingers of her right forehand, working upwards from my jaw bone and ending high on my cheek bone to find the best slapping level, indicated by the sharpest sound. Then she gave me a light ‘test’ slap just below the cheekbone, which made a loud high pitched sound and said “Right. Now we’re ready. We’ll do the left cheek first.’
She told me to clench my teeth, stay still and focus on her forehead. She also gave me a daub of cotton wool to put in my left ear to avoid ringing. She then brought her arm back and slapped my left cheek six times with a flick of her supple wrist, very accurately on the same place. The sounds of the slaps were very high pitched and reverberated around the room. The stinging on my left cheek quickly gave way to a warm glowing sensation. She then repeated the slapping on my right cheek with the forefingers of her left hand I found her slapping very ‘feminine’ and stimulating and it did have an effect which must have been obvious to her because she immediately sent me to the bathroom. When there, I actually gained pleasure from the sight of the red marks on my cheeks in the mirror.
Shortly after this, she invited me downstairs for a coffee and actually remarked that I was quite lucky because the colour in my cheeks improved my looks. Later, I committed the more serious offence of bringing in mud on the carpet from my feet. This time, I received twenty slaps on each side. This left my face very red and a little sore to the touch. My cheeks were still noticably rosy a day later.
Sometimes she would slap me for reasons other than discipline. She started to give me regular evening slappings, to purify my skin against acne, doing it in the evenings so that the redness was not too obvious . After each hair cutting, she always gave me a light double slap on the left cheek to indicate when she had finished.
Once I had the courage to tell her that I enjoyed her doing it. Then she said ‘Come on then’ led me up to the spare room and offered to give me as many slaps as I wanted. I said can we try three each side.
After this, I asked if they were very red. She looked at each side and said “Just a little pink. Would you like more?” I nodded and asked if she could make them really red. She said lets try double slaps. She placed both hands on my cheeks and started slapping both sides simultaneously and quickly, making really sharp slapping sounds which I enjoyed.
Originally posted 2009-03-02 15:03:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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