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2/1/2018 6:58:53 AM

So, for very many years I carved something what it was developed over time. I know what it is. I want what it is. I crave what it is. But of course there are two sides to every story. My story is I want to be spanked by a lady who enjoys spanking men. This lady will know how to spank a man and will know (or learn) how to drive him beyond his limits. Yes I want to be driven to my limits and beyond. 

What I dread is humiliation as I submit to being told to bend over her knee and remain there no matter what until she is finished. The embarrassment of having to drop my pants down to my ankles when she tells me to do so. The utter humiliation and embarrassment of bending over her lap knowing that in just a few seconds I will be sore. Knowing that I will not respond or for that matter even influence when it stopped. It is as if she owns my body. Her closeness and intimate behaviour is hers to enjoy and mine to fear. Not knowing what will come and how it will come and for how long it will come. 

Then, those dreaded moments when the underpants are to be brought down to my ankles, when I pass over her lap as I rub slightly offer her nylons, so embarrassing yet my humiliation is hers to enjoy. Even when she puts me over a bench and bears down with her full might on my bottom again and again. Her enjoyment I crave just as much as my spanking.

 

I have this insatiable need to be spanked. My ravenous need to feel her pleasure as pain with the sting and the thump of an implement means doing and acting as she so desires. To obey without ion and to take my fate as my only ive willingly by embracing its discomfort. Not something I care to make available to all but only to those I can trust, respect and kneel in submission to.

 

Is it all about me, no, it’s about us both. I am the bottom and she is the top. When I kneel in front of her I give my submission, when she calls for me to bend over her lap I am hers to spank and to explore her desires for her pleasure.  What she desires is pleasure from my torment and I gladly give it. So, when she wants to make it interesting why not as we can have our trust built up to try something different, new and exhilarating adding excitement and a further step on our journey of top and bottom.

 

Oh it’s the place to be 
Across her knee 
For a spanking 
So that I can be free

So when she says that she would like to spank me I am at once shaking in anticipation yet grateful indeed and look forward to it. The lead in, the expectation and execution all combine adding to the overall promise of my submission. I so want to be up the mark for her enjoyment and titillation. It is my place where my obedience is desired and expected and it is my desire to submit to her gratification, her enjoyment, her pleasure, her indulgence, her desires and her dreams. It is my sole desire to empower her irations without question and with total obedience.

My promise to her is to give up total control, by us growing trust and limits over time. I will take satisfaction from her pleasure as she sets the scene, keeps me in suspense, anticipating, vulnerable, exposed and spanked. Her contentment and elation totally turns me into my submissive self.

 

What then does a bottom like me want? Have I got a profile? The answer is no – except for an interest and desire to spank for your pleasure. After that there is only obedience from me and dominance from you.


6/16/2010 5:14:38 AM

What I Deserve

 

 

 

Yes Ma’am I can just imagine what you would do to me.

 

Striped to my jocks awaiting your pleasure.

 

Waiting in fear and awe of your female authority and might.

 

Trembling and sweating knowing my time will come.

 

Then it comes.

 

Positioned across your knee like a little boy.

 

Helpless and submissive relinquishing control.

 

Lilly white backside in need of a colour.

 

Then spanked without mercy for being a brat.

 

Spanked quiet a lot and deserving it.

 

Spanked until Ma’am is happy and finds

 

A reason to continue and spank yet again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


6/13/2010 3:20:00 PM

Bedtime

 

Out of the blue my wife said to me that she was going to spank each night for a full month before we go to bed.  I just stood there like a fool when she said it.  Then she took off her skirt and caught hold of me and put me across her knee with trousers down.

 The first night she gave me fifty hand spanks. 

 The second night she gave me fifty hand spanks and twenty hair brush.  That brush hurt really badly. 

 

The third night she gave me 100 hand spanks 40 hair brush and then 100 hand spanks again.  The fourth night it was just the hair brush for 200 spanks. 

 

The fifth night she bent me over the high dressing table and tied me down.  After 500 hand spanks she took a light cane from the press set the alarm on the clock for ten minutes and continually used it until the alarm went off.  Then she untied me stripped me naked bent me over her knees and used the hair brush for 100 swats.  Needless to say my eyes were full of tears. 

 

The sixth night was like the first night and so were all the other days except for the tenth night. 

 

I expected to get the same which I did right up until she took out a heaver cane.  The pattern continued on the fifteenth night.  Again a much heavier cane but everything else was the same.  On the fortieth night I was on the floor wiping the tears from my eyes when I say her sitting on a chair.  She had her tights on and a bra but no panties. 

 

When she saw me looking at her she slowly spread her legs revealing herself.  She gestured slowly with her hands for me to go to her and I responded.  Licking, sucking, and kissing feverishly with all my passion and might.  She screamed in release and remained breathless for minutes after as I continued.   Then she slowly stopped me.  “Thank you I needed that”.

 

She slowly turned my legs back against the bed so that my penis was aimed down at my mouth.  With her breasts on my very sore buttocks she slowly began to milk.  Then raising the tempo and as I straightened up to release she open my mouth and aimed my load straight in.  Each drop was carefully put in my mouth. 

 

I noticed she was back on her spanking chair again so I went over wondering what was going to happen.  With her hands she gestured I get into position and I did.  I stayed there perfectly still without moving even in response to the spanks like I usually did.  I don’t know how long I was there but I remained totally resigned to my spanking.    When the cycle began again I did the same.  Perhaps she trained me to be a good spank toy for her and truly submissive.                      


6/10/2010 2:10:21 PM

I Had a Dream

I had a dream that one day you met me far away from Cork and far away from Limerick.  You told me to have on me a track suit bottom, a pair of clingy boxers and a t-shirt.  You gave me a time and a place.  You told me to be there ahead of time and be waiting for you to arrive.  You told me to have showered well and I did.

 

And so I went two hours ahead of time sitting in my car waiting for you to arrive.  When you did you had told me that I was to get into the back of your car face down and I did.  We arrived and you got into the back seat.  You had told me to kiss your two legs and then place myself over your knees and did this too.  I was to pick up your bat and hand it to you and I did as well. 

 

You told me that for 20 minutes you were going to build up some pain and you did.  Then you stopped you told me that I was to pull down my track suit bottoms and you would tie down my legs so that they were restricted.  Then you told me that I would be punished again for at least 30 minutes this time.  Finally you told me that when we met you would then put me in the front passenger’s seat on my hands and knees facing backwards.  When you would clap your hands I was to drop my boxers for you to view your work and I did. 

 

You told me you would laugh at me and if you desired you would put me back over your knee again just because you wanted to and I was to obey and I said I would.  You told me not to say anything to you and I didn’t and not to look you in the eye from start to finish and I didn’t.  You promised me that you would hold me down and should I resist you would go even harder and you did. 

 

You told me that if we met you would break me and you did.  You told me that if I bent over your lap you would make me cry and I did.  And most of all you told me that you would enjoy every second of it and you did.  Its just a pity it was a dream.          


3/16/2010 9:51:09 AM

Visions of My Deserved Punishment

 

It was entirely my own fault.  I had lied to her.  There was no excuse.  Now my time of atonement had come.  It was time to feel for the first time the power of her discipline.  I will enter the room of punishment crawling like the snake I am.  I will receive my punishment that is HER right to inflict.  My blood pounded through my veins.  My body over heated to the point of sweat.  I was beginning to panic. 

 

The door creaked as I shoved it in front of me. I got on all fours.  I crawled towards HER in the centre of the room.  SHE sat there like a queen.  Glorious and radiant as the sun shown down on HER like rays from heaven.  I quickly took my eyes away.  Still terrified and totally apprehensive about what was in store.  I moved on all fours until I could see HER beautiful nylon clad legs in front of me without lifting up my eyes. There I rested totally on the ground.  No longer could I see HER legs, for they looked so shiny, so silky, so soft and oh so sexy that for a moment my arousal was uncomfortable. 

 

My instruction was like a gift.  I was to kiss these beauty pillars of female supremacy.  I am to kiss gently and slowly from the foot to the very top with loving lips for her pleasure.  I took my time, slowly and gently kissing each part of the front of HER left leg and making my way to the knee.  Once there my instructions were to go down the right leg.  Slowly and surely I kissed my way to HER left foot.  I kissed loving moments like roses in honour of feminist.  It was such a pleasure such an honour such excitement that again my discomfort was evident.  But SHE knew from the first moment my eyes were fixed on those beautiful legs.  Those legs of beauty that would be the resting place of pain for HER pleasure and for my own good.

 

HER legs spread and I would go between them without raising my head above HERS.  Resting on HER left knee and held by the right leg, it was time for penance as my underpants was pushed down.  I laid there wondering and waiting, totally vulnerable and submissive.   SHE felt the target area and caressed it so gently.  My arousal was instant.  I could feel the nylons resting against my body and as SHE moved me into position my wet penis, glanced against those pillars of femdom and became an encumbrance of humiliation as SHE laughed.  Then all went silent.  HER hand held in position on my arse I knew the time had come. 

 

Now I noticed for the first time music playing in the back ground.  Its beat was continuous.  Each stroke from HER beautiful hand came to rest as the beat pounded.   Each smack was rested.  Each beat delivered a light stinging sensation.  SHE increased the intensity moment by moment.  My body reacted when it hurt too much.  But SHE would keep every following spank a level just below.  But then the intensity would again increase piece by piece and blow by blow.  SHE watched my reaction as SHE would meet my tolerance level and then push me beyond it inch by inch.  When my reactions stopped and I became immune SHE would discontinue and massage her target, gently, lovingly and tenderly.  I became uncomfortable as her nails clawed my bottom creating an instant erection.   I was very afraid to wet HER nylons but SHE again knew when to draw back.  Punishment would continue.  This process happened again and again.  Now and then I would be let kneel up straight allowing the blood back into all areas. 

 

My manhood would loose its excitement, but again and again with the rubbing of my buttocks and a nail or two it would be rekindled.  This was my punitive denial and SHE enjoyed every moment of my uncomfortable moments and laughed.  SHE was strong having played games in HER youth.  Each stroke was sure and painful.  Each swat was held as the jaw of each struck buttock wobbled.  SHE knew what SHE was doing and executed this tuition with proficiency. 

My struggling was met with higher and faster intensity.  I could only lay there totally submissive and aligned to my situation.  I could feel my bottom like as if it would glow in the dark.  My eyes began to leak and tears filled up distorting my view.  When the music stopped nothing could be heard except the impact of my punishment.  Each spank registered soundly in my brain from the noise and my bottom now pulsing, recorded the continuous elevation of my threshold driven onward slowly and surely by Ma’am.   Time marched on lots of time marched on and my lesson would only end when Ma’am felt it was time to end regardless of my tears or my beseeching, and rightly so.  My introduction to HER might left me trembling, sobbing and totally yielding to HER wonderful and intelligent mind as I stood in the corner for HER to admire her work on my naked bottom.     

        

 

          

 

 

 


1/4/2010 10:09:53 AM

Judgemental Punishment

 

 

It was a really difficult situation for Rose.  She hadn’t found herself in such a situation before and would really have preferred if she hadn’t written her blogs which resulted in this.  However the group was her life and Rose was not going to give that up for this jackass, this slime ball, this pathetic male pig that had spoken out of turn to her.  Rose found it difficult even to say Pete’s name.  Before Rose would always put a comment on her portion of the blog site and the rest of the group would agree with her and offer comments as well.  They had, but slime ball responded with his almighty apology which was sent to Rose first.  She conveniently extracted portions that would add credence to her own argument and put into her blog.  But when it appeared on the site, the full unabridged version it made Rose look like the offending party, how did Pete get it up there she wondered as he was new?  His offer of a ‘Judgemental Punishment’ was well received by the group and the pressure mounted for Rose to accept his offering.  No one could tell Rose what to do as she was a domme of some seniority and Pete was a new sub.  But club rules were now being mentioned in blogs and Rose had to accept his submission to a JP. 

 

“Right” she thought “if that is what he wants I will give it to him, good and hard”.  The club will meet in July to accept new members by secret ballot and Rose planned to say no as only rejection was enough to keep him out.  But right now his provisional membership gave him rights and he had swung the group against her and “by god I will make him pay for that”.    The rules which were never adhered to before were now being pushed forward by Liz.  Liz and Rose never really spoke that much but this was the first time their paths crossed.  From reading the blogs it appeared to Rose that Liz was the one canvassing for Pete’s atonement.  Liz was 53 and liked younger men so why was she so interested in Pete as he was 52? 

 

The rules were simple and his JP would be spread over sometime.  It would start first of all on cam.  He would have to present himself on line to a committee of the group.  There would have control over him for the duration of the interview.  As many of the group members could look in as they wished and Pete would have to allow it.  The ten people would elect a chair each night and that person would have tasks for Pete to perform each evening.  At first Rose didn’t look but unknown to the others she had a different log on name that she used.  He was made undress a few times to the laughter of the committee.  Rose envied the girls on the committee as she loved being part of a group that enjoyed and screamed at the male do their bidding. 

 

When stage on was over stage two would commence.  Out of the committee of ten, four would be elected as the ‘referees’.  Now don’t let that name misguide you.  As Rose only to well knew for being a referee was great fun indeed.   Total and absolute power was signed over to the referees by the JP candidate, ooohhh the sky was the limit here and Rose would get wet at the thoughts of it usually.  Pete on the other hand would be viewed in cold detachment.  “What a plonker” she muttered to herself.  This stage involved Pete in the same room as the four referees and on cam so the rest of the group could enjoy as well.  Rose tuned in using her other name.  The signing over was done at a table, stamped and approved on behalf of the group by the four.  Then the fun usually began.  They had four nights to soften him up for Rose and they really made the most of it.  By the time Rose would have her opportunity he would be so tender that the slightest punishment would make his squirm.  Now Rose had every intension to make the most of her JP finale but wasn’t asked yet what she had intended to do.

 

Much to her surprise Liz was very much over the top with Pete.  Once the table was removed after the signing she immediately caught hold of Pete turned him around and used her crop on him without mercy for ten minutes. The other three had to hold him as she was not sparing him one bit.  “Now” said Liz “When we are finished with you, you will never speak to Rose like that again.”  Rose was quiet chuffed by this.  Liz was actually on her side and by the trashing she gave Pete no on was under any doubt.  The pathetic male would cry aloud for mercy but none would come.  Once his cloths were off the four would keep him squirming and crying for mercy for two full hours each night.  Rose enjoyed it, she enjoyed it a lot.  A rest day was always given so Liz emailed Rose asking what she needed for his JP finale.  Rose really didn’t know what to say so she asked for some suggestions.  Liz again came up with a good idea.  She said “lets give him another two hours of fun, am lets make it an extra hours, that’s three full hours of fun and then Rose we will tied him down flat to a bed with butt raised.  Liz had a strap that would do the job just nicely and offered it to Rose.  Liz told Rose that she must be very deliberate and put her back into each stroke.  “Take your time Rose” she offered as advice.  “How many should he get?” enquired Rose.  “Why not give him five sets of ten” replied Liz.

 

The last night had finally come and Rose really didn’t want to be there.  She would have easily asked Liz to do it for her but the rules would not allow it.  Now Rose had to go into the same room as this piece of dung, and really Rose wondered how she could do it.  A great gathering of members came that night.  The cam was on but apart from the two members in the U.K and the one in Australia no one else was on line.  The room was filled with twenty five people. Rose was outside on her own for the first hour.  Liz came in for her and sat beside her.  Rose looked at her and could smell sweat as a bead rolled down her breast.  Rose looked in total surprise as Liz took her hand and brought her into the room.  There Rose could see her dung heap Pete crying like a little school boy as member after member took their turns in giving him various swots of their favourite instrument.  As the end of the third hour came close a spanking frenzy crept in.  Two and even three would spank Pete at the one time.  Rose stood there now very happy and in total appreciation. 

 

When it stopped Pete was untied and was made kneel in front of Rose.  He was visibly crying and very sore.  His buns were so red and marked that Rose believed they would glow in the dark.  The tears flowed down his cheeks and now he knew that Rose had that final say.  When she clicked her fingers he wondered what to do.  As no response came Liz quickly flogged him again needing others to hold him.  “Now boy, when Madame Rose clicks her fingers again you run to this table and lie face down on it.”  Liz explained to him.  Again he was positioned in front of Rose who eventually clicked her fingers and he got up and ran to the table only to find Liz and a few more pull him down and again flog him.  His cries filled the room leaving it in total silence and in realization that Pete was totally broken.  Again he was positioned in front of Rose and she took her time clicking the third time.  However when she did Pete got on the table so fast it amazed everyone including Rose. 

 

Liz came over to Rose and said “You know you can get help doing this, as long as you participate as well”.  Rose accepted immediately.  Now Pete was quiet.  He was faced down on a short table with his arms tied securely and legs tied apart.  His buns were slightly raised up giving a clear and visible look at the target.  Rose walked over slowly, picked up the strap Liz had given her, wow it was hard and strong.  Ten strokes followed that were totally deliberate and watching Rose it was obvious she was putting everything into the downward strokes. Pete began to jump on impact after the second one.  A few minutes was allowed before the second set would start.  Now Liz would do every second stroke the opposite side of the table with as much gusto as Rose.  Thirty down and twenty left to go.  Now a third lady got up on the table facing Pete’s butt with a narrower strap.  Her aim was right between the two legs.  The three took turns, first Rose then Liz and then the table lady, each bringing their strap down with as much weight as they could. 

 

Somewhere along the way the count was forgotten.  Rose didn’t care she was enjoying it.  He wanted to clear the slate well Rose was going to have it scrubbed.  After all this he still didn’t have any rights and Rose no obligation to accept him in any form.  She began to pull harder and harder each stroke as the other two stopped Rose kept going.  It excited her when he jumped each time she made contact. 

 

Rose smiled at Pete when she was finished and put her face close to his and said “Now boy what you got to say “.  In total surprise to everyone Pete replied “May I please you Ma’am?”  As Rose hesitated, Liz had taken her panties off and had positioned herself and pulled Pete’s head between her legs.  It only took two to three seconds and Liz screamed in excitement.  The lady on the table did the same and screamed like as if she was about to die.  Rose could not do it, she left and was dressing her self in the room next door hearing group member after group member taking advantage of the sluts offer as he was common property for the duration.  He wasn’t coming into the group as far as Rose was concerned, never would he be accepted as she was never going to vote for him and he needed every vote to join. 

 

The group of domes emailed Rose the following day congratulating her and thanking her for the great night.  Roomer had it that some of the domes would encourage their subs to be disrespectful so that they could have another session of RJ but nothing matched the one with Pete.  Rose totally put Pete out of her head and told Liz she could burn the slut if she so wished.  Liz had become friends with Rose but she left the group within a few months. 

 

Two years later Rose was attending a fair in Dublin that had a great gathering of various life styles and had a lot of things in stands that were not available elsewhere.  There right in front of her was Pete selling some straps and whips.  Rose looked at him and began to remember the night of his JP.  Wow she was getting wet thinking back on it.  Her mind regretted not availing his offer of the ‘no strings screaming lick out’ which would have rounded off the evening nicely.  She was watching him for sometime.  Pete was a very gentle and kind individual. Very respectful to everyone no matter whom they were.  “So why was he rude to me” Rose thought, “what was it exactly he said to me” as she tried to remember.  Rose remembered the punishment he took those nights especially the last night when all he ladies including herself got a bit carried away.  “Perhaps…..” thought Rose as she pondered to herself.  “….am…perhaps I was a bit to hard on him… maybe a bit…..”   

 

“ROSE” cried a familiar voice.  It was Liz.  They embraced and kissed.  Liz was so delighted to meet Rose again and she was very happy and extremely talkative.  As Liz carried on and on Rose’s mind drifted with her eyes towards Pete.  “You did tell me I could do what I wished with him Rose…Rose…” Liz said with a smiling face.  “Yes, yes I did Liz” said Rose.  “I didn’t like the way he was rude to you so I took it upon myself to make him pay for his bad manners and teach him a good lesson and send a clear message out to those male sluts to learn respect or else.  But Rose he wasn’t like that at all, he was a most respectful man altogether.  You know Rose, when you didn’t want him I decided to give him a go.  I enjoyed making him cry and I was going to use him as entertainment when things got frustrating for me.   But as time went on I realised that if he was prepared to do all that just to make amends for a careless remark then perhaps there was more to him than appeared at first glance.”   Liz explained.  “When I got to know him Rose, I just fell in love with him, because he was such a sweet sub.   He is a good obedient submissive man.  He would do anything for me no matter where or when”.  Then Liz started to smile and said “Would you like to try out some of our new straps on his butt?”  “No….no….no…. I have to go I didn’t realise what the time was.”  Rose exclaimed.  “It was lovely to meet you again Liz, keep in touch, I will tell the group you were asking for them.”         

 

“He did deserve his punishment those nights, didn’t he, well he looked for it, it doesn’t bother me, no, not one bit, why should it?”  Rose thought as she walked away.  Then just for a moment Rose turned back for a quick look.  She saw Liz waking back to Pete and he immediately kissed her cheek and continued working on the stall.  Liz appeared to be energised and became even more dominant looking as a result with a very contented smile on her face.    People seemed to be attracted to them both.  Shrugging her shoulders Rose walked on.


12/31/2009 9:06:06 AM

Jo’s Skirt

 

She really takes her role as the dominant very seriously indeed.  It is a pleasure to be her submissive and to willingly give her absolute control over me and my body.  Believe it or not she is a few inches short of five feet even with her high heels on.  Don’t let that fool you.  She is a delight to look at as her shape magnetizes the lowly basic male eyes.  It is very difficult to look away from her splendidly fashioned body and her physical beauty is natural without make up or hours of attention.  Believe me when I say you can not imagine her beauty when she dresses up and puts her make up on. 

 

However it wasn’t her body that first attracted me to her.  It was her keen and sharp mind and her ability to penetrate deep within my very soul.  It seemed natural to respond to her in the manner she chose that to be.  Her natural flame red hair flowed to her shoulders perfectly combed, matched her deep and dominant personality.  What ever she did in life was without doubt taken on with spirit and passion.  Her devotion was endless and constant to her project and no one could ever say that she didn’t earn her position no matter what she participated in either in work or socially.  My partner would focus totally and put her back into anything she devoted her time to.  Overall it was this quality that kept me at her feet and made me fall madly in love with the greatest person I have ever met in my life.

 

So how does a petite lady handle a male over six foot.  My youth was filled with sports and if I may say it my body still reflects those years of training, perhaps the fitness element might need some working on!  Even for a well built tall lady it would be difficult to move me about.  Should I resist then neither would be able to hold me.  Jo my partner found this frustrating at first.  She would pounce all of a sudden when I stepped out of line, not at the precise moment, but at a time and place of her choosing.  I would learn to know by her reactions when I had stepped out of line and then live in dread for hours or days.  She would leave me sweat in anticipation of admonishment.   My worried face would give her pleasure and she would delight in my fearful expectancy of her wrath. 

 

When the moment did come it would nearly always be spoiled by delays in either me taking off clothes or her inability to pull them off with the binding.  Now Jo enjoyed building up the level of intensity of punishment, with phased undressing.  You know slow but sure to fast and definite to an unrelenting climax of unbearable swots.  My cries and whining excites her and spasms of ecstasy control her body visibly.  Oh but she is a joy to submit to as Jo is not afraid to climax five or six times during these sessions and the only stimulation is my submission.  Eventually Jo had a brain wave.  She saw a skirt like garment in an old Egyptian book.  This was body hugging and crossed over at the front.  She got one in my size.  Now I am not into ladies cloths and Jo has no interest is dressing me up but this was a brilliant idea.  The top had an elastic belt that secured at the top of the hips.  The rest of it came down four inches below the buttocks.  The front could be pulled back for access.  The whole skirt clings to ever curve nothing is hidden.  Lately Jo has being using a chastity device and this protrudes.  She gets me to stand in front of her sometimes at an angle and she becomes very excited and uneasy in her chair. 

 

The real beauty of this garment is that it can be worn at all times.  When she says “Get ready” pants, underpants, shoes, shirt etc are off in a second and I pull the skirt down over my butt. Naturally, Jo has spent some time conditioning my rear for what is coming up.  Feeling the clinging skirt does, I must admit add sometime to my feelings this time but what is even more pleasing is how Jo spends time enjoying the view!  After my skirt punishment is finished Jo leave me in position and secures me even more.  She hugs me and excites me, as her body drifts about mine.  Then without warning and suddenly the skirt is pulled back up to the waist and an immediate barrage is unleashed.  This starts virtually at the point of being bearable but begins to increase bit by bit making me resist my shackles and cry in vein.  Every now and then she asks “Will you do this for me John” and with tear filled eyes I respectfully reply “Yes Jo, I love you”.  When she is finished I kiss ever part of her body with love and passion which lasts for hours. When my love flows we both scream in unison. 


12/31/2009 9:05:27 AM

First Contact

 

Perhaps it was twenty to twenty five years ago but I wont forget it in hurry.  I had just started delivering in the van and of course I was young and full of my own importance.  I was the king of deliveries and the customer was not really featured in my mind.  Then aren’t we all like that when young? 

 

It was a Friday evening, you know the nigh us young people hit the streets for a bit of the necessary social life.  I love the Friday nights outings as I got the opportunity to meet many exciting people who were full of life and had to a large extent the same interests as me.  As luck would have it things ran a tad late this Friday night.  It never happens the rest of the week NEVER that things run this late.  So I rang a few delivery stops and they told me that they would be gone by the time I got there.  Reporting back to base they were okay with this as it was their fault in the first place that things were delayed.  A few home deliveries were most accommodating and said it was ok to leave it until Wednesday, the next day I would be travelling this direction.  Wednesdays were off days anyway so it would not be too much of an extra load then.  The last delivery was to an old house just beside the sea.  It was the furthest away and last on my list for the day. 

 

When I rang a woman with a BBC accent answered the phone.  I told her how I would not be delivering today and that I would be back on Wednesday.  There was silence on the other end of the phone, which indicated displeasure.  However the tone or accent didn’t change one bit.  The woman said ok and hung up.  Within five minutes I got a phone call from the owner and he asked me to deliver this package.  I explained my case to him in my high and mighty attitude but he asked me to do this as a favour to him.  He explained that not only was she his aunt but that she had the controlling interest in the company.  Ringing her was indeed most humiliating for me as now I had to turn around and drive to her and ensure she would be there.  Again the same woman answered the phone.  I told her how long it would take me to get to her and she said again most calmly that it would be ok.  Now that wasn’t so hard I thought.  She appeared ok and didn’t sneer at my change of heart. 

 

Arriving at the old house I could not hear the door bell as the roar of the sea as it bashed and pounded the rocks drowned out even my voice.  When the woman answered she immediately beckoned me in.  On closing the door she said Ma’am was in the living room and that I was to go straight in.  Following her I could not help noticing her grey hair tied back in a pony tail and her one piece skirt that was tight.  Imagine that an old woman with a tight dress I thought!  Well I guess at eighteen she appeared old to me.  Looking back she must have been about forty or forty five and look good for her age.  Inside the living room I presented my book and package and asked Ma’am – as I was introduced to her – to sign it.  The other woman (names Lil signed it) leaving me to wonder why I had to come in here in the first place.  “You know who I am boy?” Ma’am spoke while still looking out at the sea.  “Yea….sure…am..a…” I responded.  She turned quickly and said to me “HAVE YOU ANY MANNERS BOY”.  I was left speechless suspended in a bewildered animation as my mouth remained open.  “Come here” Lil said.  She took my book and pen and before I realised it my jacket and T-shirt was off as well.  Lil got on her knees and loosened my shoes and took them off as well as my pants.  I stood there in my underpants.  Those were the days of the short tight ones.  Ma’am came over to me as my whole body sweated and my hands were still out in front of me like as if I still had the pad and pen still in my hands.  What would I do?  What could I do?  The boss was very specific that I do this run and that I be respectful to his aunt and do whatever she wanted of me.  Geez he must have know she was weird.

 

Lil caught me by the arm and brought me to the next room and there secured my wrists on an X Framed stand. Just down from where the boards crossed was large semi circled log.  Lil pushed me so that my waist was resting against this.  Then around the small of my back a wide band was put around me and secured by Velcro.  The same was done just below my buttocks.  Lil inserted my feet into an opening at the bottom of each leg of the cross.  She then asked me to move, which I could not do.  Before I knew it I was secured and my movement restricted totally. 

 

Now Lil went out in front of me.  For the first time her face smiled as she looked to the ground.  She took off her one piece dress by carefully and skilfully unzipping the back and it immediately dropped to the floor, revealing a most beautifully bra and panty.  She said to me “I will start for Ma’am” Now for the first time terror came over me.  Start, start what I wondered.  I wasn’t long about fining out.  The cross was on a pivot and swung down until I was vertical with the floor.  In her graceful manner Lil moved to my side and rested a cane on me.  She would bring this cane down again and again with great effort right on target creating an instant reaction from this brash, manner less pup that came to their door. 

 

After a while Lil said to me “If you count them I will stop at 100”.  And so I counted the 100 strokes and as tears rolled down my face I exhaled in relief on reaching the end.  Ma’am came and stood in front of me looking at this piece of manner less male scum.  As she did a short strap began.  I began to count after the first five or so and Ma’am said as she turned away “Good this boy learns fast”.  Ma’am a fifty year old left handed big beautiful woman opened a drawer and took out another short strap and came over to me with great speed and began to do alternative strokes.  After counting my hundred strokes Lil said after a great deal of time that   “a stroke is one from each”  and so I began to count again ever second swot.    

 

When that came to its conclusion I held my breath and indeed the long strap was used by Lil and the I counted and when the two were working on me and if I missed a count they would make me start all over again.  Lil told me it was alright to scream as no one would hurt me and besides they had heard men scream before.  Ma’am said “What happens here will start here boy” which was more of an order than a statement.  By ten o clock my manners were adjusted for a life time and my first contact was indeed an experience never to be repeated.  But I would always keep an eye out for a package for Ma’am and Lil and when one came I would always personally deliver it.  My treatment was never as sever as the first time but then again I was a hell of a lot more respectful.  Over time I really enjoyed submitting to them both and I would regularly visit them both long after I had moved n from the company.  I kept going back because I learned manners and how to be respectful to  people and in particular to women.         

 

                


12/29/2009 6:11:09 AM



Confession of a Stupid Male

 

My earliest beliefs were that a man should be a submissive to a WOMAN.  It is correct and right in my mind for a man to submit his body as proof of his submission, to succumb to a WOMAN’S pleasure and forget and be denied his own.  It is a man’s place to make a LADY happy, please HER and empower HER and relinquish control over his sexuality to HER totally, absolutely, unreservedly and willingly. 

 

However it has taken such a long time to figure out just what exactly this would entail for me.  So for the past few years I have discovered dominance and submissive behaviour of the sexes and I am now totally engaged in the submissive element of these activities from the male point of view.  Oh yes my submissiveness awakens from the darkest recesses of my soul which craved the passive environment of the obedient male.  My essence cries to the dominant, HER feminine aurora HER power HER poise for my opportunity to prove surrender.  But it is not a free gift nor is it on offer to just anyone.  I have travelled along the road viewing the dominant forces seeing many and accepted by few.  But this acceptance is of prime importance to me, not just for the sake of it but for the correctness of its implementation. 

 

But then again it is not just anyone that I would like to please and surrender to.  Many have shown tremendous attitudinal self serving distain for the submissive male, not my cup of tea however.  I have been seeking HER who is intelligent and strict, kind and firm, knowledgeable and wise, but above all can drive HER submissive to greater and greater adoration of HER dominance and enjoy every moment of his anguish. 

 

And then I did find one that fits that list and she did take time to send a message and then to chat and later to view this submissive.  Never had I shown my face online never had I spoken online, never but never was I so besotted by the magnetism of a dominant presence, never had I been so obedient.  When SHE asked to see the slut I readily submitted as HER request was my command.  When SHE told me to undress I did without question, never had I done this before.  And clipping on small bulldogs to the very tip of my nipples SHE left me this way for a taste and then released me seeing my distress.  My manhood appeared to be spring loaded once these were attached as SHE correctly pointed out to me.  What a LADY, how tremendously privileged this lowly subservient is.  How thankful I am for HER time, HER patience, HER love HER firm approach.  I gave my obedience willing and without question to HER, I am in total awe of HER.

 

And then I ruin it.  In my frustration and stupidity I request a meeting for tribute forgetting all the rules, my manners, I upset a most gracious LADY, and I hurt HER very person.  My very nature cannot hurt a WOMAN physically but through my ignorance and stupidity I hurt HER very heart.  What stupidity this low life slut showed through arrogant ignorance what damage was done to the most courteous dominant LADY of class that I have ever come across.  Then this fool makes it worse.  Begging HER forgiveness again and again and further annoying this queen of men this icon of beauty this LADY of his dreams. 

 

Hoping that atonement would rectify my stupidity I would offer my pain.  Bulldogs with elastic to intensify the pain, a ruler that would strike the testicles ten times without stopping, a strap that could be self administered for as long as SHE desired.  Perhaps I thought that in person I would lay on a table to receive HER might full force on target until tears would roll.  Again my ignorance my stupidity prevailed missing out on the hurt I inflicted my betrayal of HER trust.  The one true dominant LADY that enjoyed HER role, who knew HER role and would drive my inner cry’s to fruition giving HER willingly total control and obedience was destroyed in a careless self serving stupid moment.  Through the lack of common sense I erased my greatest opportunity to serve.  

 

 

I stand in front of YOU naked, vulnerable and subservient with my head and eyes to the ground in shame of my actions realising the need for further instruction to mould and develop what I so crave to prove my submissiveness to ONE such as YOU, and knowing that I have a long road to travel.  Still, given the opportunity on line I would without qualification openly admit my utter stupid behaviour to YOU and in person I would get on my knees – in public – kiss the toes of your sloes slowly and then pause and get up.  MsR send me away if you must, admonish me on line, punish me, do as you desire as I would submit to you but please, please in this season of good will I beg you on my knees to be at least a friend.  I know it’s not earned or deserved.  luv_her_control@yahoo.co.uk                            


11/22/2009 9:02:02 AM

 

Bank Spanked

 

I had always gone into that bank for the company I worked for.  Indeed Maria had served me several times but not on a regular basis.  She appeared to be a senior member of staff with specific responsibilities but would cover lunch times etc as need be.  She had a ‘roundish’ face with black hair, good looking and would look on me square on without fear or embarrassment.  Not once did she react like the other ladies in the bank, she was different, very different indeed as I was about to find out.  Oh yes Maria would always call me by name, a nice touch I reckoned but then again this bank was not renowned for its customer orientated service.  She would not say my name out loud but quietly, confidently like as if she was looking right through my soul. 

 

Not that I am a skinny chicken myself or that I am oozing with muscle relief which was covered by a smattering of fat.  Maria was plump but solid and strong looking.  Her cloths were tight but didn’t make her look stout.  What struck me the most about her was that she had this stern face that did not have baggage or dislike to the male species.  She was an interesting lady but alas my business could not be mixed with pleasure.

 

I thought nothing more of this but just transacted my business in this small bank twice a week on Tuesdays and Fridays and actually felt great when she would deal with me in her easygoing matter of fact manner.  She would instill confidence and could possible get any man to jump off a cliff just because she said it. 

 

Late one Friday evening I was walking down the street and just happened to be passing the bank when its doors swung open and Maria came out.  Pardon me Roy” she said in her controlled voice, “I wonder if you could lift something for me please?”  Being the gentleman I am I replied, “Of course I can”.  With that I noted her lips tightening up and glimmer of appreciation in her eye.  At that moment I thought there was something else in her mind but I quickly dismissed it.  On the floor just inside the door were four large parcels.  Maria asked me to put them into the back room.  She told me everyone had gone when they arrived and she wasn’t able to lift them herself.  So I bent down and lifted them up and walked forward.  She passed me out and opened a few doors and told me where to drop them.  I did exactly as I was told.  Nothing else was spoken.  I then returned and did the same with the other three packages.  Each time bending over and lifting the parcels and each time Maria stood behind me.  After the second time I began to think that this was a small bit odd but carried on just the same.

 

With the last parcel I left it on the floor but the other three were stacked up on top of each other.  The sweat was poring out of me by this stage so I just dropped it on the nearest point in the storeroom.  You naughty boy” she exclaimed “It would be better to put all four together” between my panting I replied “bite me” why I said that I don’t really know but the arms were dragged out of me, I was panting like a marathon runner and holding myself up with a shelf.  Then the shelf gave way and everything fell all over the floor.  It’s a good spanking you need Roy for that”.  Of course my big mouth couldn’t stay shut and I fought back with.  “Not that would be an interesting sight….hah”.  Oops I exclaimed in my own mind as she said.  And why is that Roy, do you think a woman like me would not be able to spank you, do you think I wouldn’t rise to the challenge then?” 

 

At this stage I realized I had set the suffragette off on a solo run and god knows where it would end.  “Put that parcel up on top of the other three” she demanded.  I reluctantly did as I was told.  Maria sat down and began to putt her tight skirt up to as far as she could make it go and then said to me.  “Now let’s see how much of a macho man you really are.”  I looked in bewilderment.  After her skirt was pulled up I could see two wide soft legs that were then spread apart.  She reached over to my belt and released my pants quicker than I could do it.  Then she looked up at me and said.  “Take your jacket shirt and vest off.  When you have that done take your pants off completely along with your shoes and socks” a moment passed as I gazed.  Then I heard which shocked me into action “NOW ROY I SAID DO IT” and I did as she demanded.  Next she took a cat’s collar from her bag and looked up at this sorry man with total disbelief on his face.  Those lips tightened again and then she pulled my briefs down to my ankles and then put collar over my penis and under my testicles and tightened it somewhat and then brought it back up over the testicles and clamped them.  “Now Roy get over my right knee” and I did.  She had pulled my hand so that I straddled one of her sexy legs.  As I did she made sure my testicles rested on her leg.  Her soft caressing hand on my butt was in sharp contrast to the most uncomfortable ness of being on her knee.  The sickly pain of my bound testicles began to sting.  “Now Roy raise up you legs from the knees for me” and the position got even more uncomfortable.  She started with an unmerciful slap of a hairbrush, which I hadn’t seen but oh my it hurt like mad.  Immediately dropping my legs to the floor I could feel her looking at me.  Somehow I knew the best thing to do would be to get them back up again without delay as the longer I left them there the more I would suffer.  She would give me ten to fifteen very quickly first and then caress me.  Next Maria would give me ten to fifteen swats slowly in rhythm with every now and then a stinger, not that the rest were easy either.  The pain in my testicles now reached my stomach.  I had the softness of her body against my skin and the weight of myself inflicting pain plus her punishment cycle repeated over and over again and again.

 

During these cycles she would get me to stand up and turn around.  I would hear “Bend over” and I would remain that way for sometime.  Then I’d be told to straighten up and get on my tiptoes, and I would.  At this stage I began to wonder how I had gotten into this situation.  I would return to her most soft leg and made straddle it for some time.  Maria would keep me excited making it all the worse when I would be quickly returned to her favorite position. Time would pass while she kept me most uncomfortable on her deliciously sexy soft lovable skin.  The uncomfortable ness was compounded by expectation and the variable severity of impact.    

 

When I went into the bank it was 6.30pm and when she told me to put my briefs on again it was 9.15pm I could not help noticing her face totally lit up but still stern in appearance.  Then she told me to stand up on the four parcels.  She would go around me looking and looking and looking.  Get down and bend over with your hands on the parcels Roy” and I did.  At that stage I could not help thinking that should the lights go out then the room would be lit up with the glow from my butt!  Now Roy get over to the wall spread your legs and get up on your toes for me” Again I did exactly what I was told.  I like her commanding way with me.  It seemed so right to be told by her to do these things and it felt so correct to obey her.  She went over to the corner near me and stopped there a moment looking at me and as I turned my head she picked out a long bamboo cane that was used in the garden outside.  She looked at me as she felt it up and down.  Then all of a sudden she went over to my left and held the cane held back over her head.  Get ready for me” as I caught her posture out of the corner of my eye and then the cane ripping through the air towards me.  It made me jump.  Get in position Roy” she said to me again just like if we were at the counter.  I waited and waited for each cane stroke, not knowing when it would be delivered.  My legs began to shake and the total discomfort of standing with my legs apart and on my toes began to make weep slightly as I looked away from her position not able to anymore to see it coming.  Finger tips only on the wall Roy” again said like as if I was at her counter.  After a while she stopped and went behind me.  Her hand felt me up and down all over.  “Now Roy… what do you think of me know?”  She asked but not really looking for an answer.  My eyes were filled with tears but I dare not move until she undone my cats collar and told me to move.  Immediately I could feel my penis weeping as the tightness wore off.  Then she said, “I’m done so are we good?”  I replied instinctively “Yes Ma’am”.  When my eyes were clear again I managed to put on my cloths, shoes, and socks.  I was sitting on the boxes in the storeroom and she said to me.  Will you bring them back to the door please?”  I looked in complete puzzlement but I was not going to argue with her, not now after she had reduced me sobbing, naked man.  She put her head down and smiled as she went to open the door.  I did as I was told and then she said thanks and left me out side the door of the back totally puzzled and with one very sore rear. 

 

On Monday I unexpectedly had to go to the bank and half way there I remember the previous Friday and this slowed my advance somewhat.  But I decided to go on and so I hoped she would not be around.  Slipping my hand into my pocket I found the cat’s collar and entered the world of Maria with such great ecstasy.  I carefully took it out had a glance at it and then returned it to my pocket.  As I walked in Maria was there with a deliveryman and he was taking the parcels away on a small truck.  Entering the bank I was just like anyone else not acknowledged or looked upon.  As I approached my turn in the queue Maria suddenly appeared as my teller.  Everything went well and as she gave me back some change and her hand gently rested a second or two longer on mine.  This was nice and filled me with relief.  Taking out the cat’s collar I put it in her hand.  She took it and looked at me as if it was a bank transaction.  “Thank you Maria” I said to which she replied, “Anytime Roy” and I looked back at her immediately to gaze on her lips tightening again.  I knew full well punishment from her was so attractive that I longed for it again but alas perhaps never again.  I looked back again saying “Thank you”, and I left the bank.     

 

Didn’t really see her after that but about four weeks later I saw her standing outside her car in a car park in town.  She was looking at punctured wheel and so being the gentleman I was I offered to change it for her.  She stood behind me and watched.  I could feel her eyes on me.  After it was all done she gave me a wet wipe to clean my hands.  Thank you naughty boy…..you know what I like to do to naughty boys…?”  My whole body reacted like as if I had been given a million dollars.  My whole body exclaimed ohhh yesssss.  I looked at Maria with total relief, smiling in anticipation and knowing my time had come yet again.  I was ready to fall at her feet right there and then.  My eyes lit up with loving surrender as I replied “Please show me Ma’am”.


11/12/2009 2:24:12 AM

Woman, the dominant.


I always had this intense appetite for fetish even from a very young age albeit not as understandable to me then as it now is.  This appetite was a secret even from myself for years and years.  It wasn’t really until quiet by accident that I drifted into the world of fetish but for countless years this frustration, this totally unexplainable longing this desire ripped through my sexuality without explanation haunted me like a ghost crying out for release or as a fulfillment totally denied.   It remained completely locked up within my body eagerly waiting the dawn to gradual realization. 


This recognition was not a sudden enlightenment in fact it took years once on the road, a thoroughfare I might hasten to add not yet fully mapped.  As the more I learned about fetish the more it appeared to be as diverse as the universe itself.  Progressively my longing drifted towards discipline but even then it was out of boredom that brought me there.  Not having a partner to administer discipline it became just another yearning for something not readily achievable.  But my thoughts focused more and more as time went by, on discipline, on domination and most of all on male submission. 


 My whole being fell totally in love with woman her intellect, her walk, her habits her shape her smile her wishes.  It was like going through a checklist marking off the things I would or would not do.  I knew I would never hit a woman (even if she so desired) under any circumstances so that ruled out domination. The notion of being stripped in front of a woman and submitting to her every wish was for the most part alien, but its magnetism cut deep into the dark caverns of my soul my unexplained emotions and my mysterious desires lured me on further and further each day down the road of male submission.  What once looked weird and totally off the wall became accepted; commonplace and preferred utterly over time that satisfied this age old unexplained hunger that lurked deep within my unsolved sexual existence.    


 


A realization, an understanding an acceptance fused with absolute love for the female body made my identification as a submissive stronger and stronger.  The womanly look of control of total gifted supremacy all wrapped up in a smile guided my compliance my acceptance my instant obedience now all came together.  It really didn’t matter whom as long as there was a meeting of our minds; hers of total control mine of total submission and both accommodating to each other’s role.  For me my submission deepens when I feel her love oozing from her every pore, her gentleness, her softness, her sexuality her loving touch contrasting with the firm administration of punishment served on a platter of uncomfortable pain, anticipation, unrestrained feminine power and my unqualified surrender to what I consider the most beautiful thing on this earth; WOMAN.    


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 Age: 31
 Escanaba, Michigan