1. First time

(NOTE: This is pretty much a true story based on my first time with a Pro-Domme.)

It was Jarrod's first time with a dominatrix. Tall mean woman of various races hurting and humiliating him was the basis of his masturbatory fantasies since he was just a kid. He didn't know the source of this desire; it was just part of him. At 24 he finally had worked up the courage to visit a Femdom studio. He had planned it for a week. He lived in the suburbs surrounding a large Midwest city that offered him several choices. It took him a while to select one. Each had a website, each featured photos of beautiful dominant woman, scary but cool looking dungeons and list of available services. He had nervously called each establishment and inquired about the price. And after much internal conflict he made his decision. He called the day before and made an appointment for noon. He took the day off from work. He had checked out the building on Google map. It was in a light industrial neighborhood. There was a parking lot a block away. He arrived an hour early and parked there. He was sure the attendant, and everyone he passed, knew he was on his way to perform perverted sex. At exactly noon he rang the bell for the 7th floor apartment. A female voice said:

"Yes."
"This is Jarrod. I have a noon appointment."
"Take the elevator to the 7th floor."

A buzz came over the intercom. Jarrod pushed the door open and entered a hallway. The elevator was about halfway down. He rode it to the 7th floor. It opened into a tiny lobby. A non-descript door was slightly ajar. He wasn't sure what or who was behind the door but it was too late to turn back now. With visions of tall evil leather clad vixens in his head he opened the door and stepped into a living room of an apartment furnished with a comfy looking sofa and a desk. Sitting behind the desk was not the creature of his fantasy but a middle age soccer mom type woman talking to someone on the telephone.

"No dear, you would not be allowed to do that," she was saying. She motioned Jarrod to sit down and held up a finger saying she would just be a minute. "Yes they would do that but there is a $50 up-charge and we have to know ahead of time so she can drink enough water." A pause. "Alright. Call back when you make up..." Turning to Jarrod she said "He hung up. We get a lot of calls from guys who just want to talk dirty to a woman. At least this one didn't make an appointment and not show up. " She smiled at him and said "First time here right?" He acknowledge that was true. "Ok. Fill out this form. We will keep it on file so you don't have to re-explain what you like every time you come here. It ask for a name, use one you'll remember. 'And" she said smiling "the ladies leave notes. So that the more you come the better we get to know you."

She handed him a piece of paper with a list of possible activities. Next to each was a a place to mark LOVE, LIKE, NEUTRAL, DISLIKE, NEVER. The activities included such things as flogging, severe bondage, forced fem etc. He marked everything either LOVE or LIKE. A couple of things he wasn't sure of so he marked those as NEUTRAL. When he finished he handed the paper back to the receptionist. She looked it over and said:

"Your pretty much game for anything aren't you." He just smiled shyly and shook his head. "Do you have a particular woman type in mind? Because I think we have the perfect lady for you. Her name is Mistress Clare. She is about your age. She's petite with short red hair and a wicked sense of humor. Would that work for you? Jarrod said that that sounded great. "Well then follow me and well get you settled into the room and get started.

The room was once a bedroom, not very big but big enough. The walls and the ceiling were painted a dark gray. The floor was a scuffed dark wood, with a black area rug in the middle. The only light was from a floor lamp in one corner and the little sunlight leaking in from the curtained window. On one wall was a cross with tie downs. Opposite it was a padded bench. It too had a many places to put ropes and strap to hold the submissive down. Coils of ropes hung on the walls. In the center of the room, hanging down was a chain with a hook on it. The only other piece of furniture was a heavy wooden chair which Jarrod thought could be used as a throne or another piece of bondage furniture.

"Get undressed. There is a hanger on the back of the door. Put your shoes in the corner. I'll be back in five minutes to collect the tribute." She turned and stepped out of the room leaving him alone. He was a nervous, excited and even a little frightened. This was something he had fantasized about a long time, he pretty well knew what to expect but not really. What if she wanted him to get hard and he couldn't? What if he got hard and she didn't want him to? Would she mock his small cock? Would she laugh at his quiet demeanor? All this went through his head while he looked around. Then he remembered that the lady was coming back so he quickly strip naked and followed her instructions of what to do with his clothes. Now naked he tried to calm down. Jarrod was a virgin and he realized the first woman to see his adult body naked was going to be the soccer mom. This made him smile a bit. As he though this the door opened and she walked in. He felt a stirring in his cock.

"Very nice" she said. "You followed my instructions. Following instructions is a good thing to do here. Is this for us?" she said looking down at an envelope he had laid on the padded bench.

"Yes Ma'am." She looked at his dick. He knew it was getting hard.

"I see you are ready. I'll send Mistress Clair in." She picked up the money and headed out the door. "Have fun." She started to close the door but stopped and looked back at the naked man. "Maybe you might want to be kneeling". She waited until he got down on his knees. Smiled and closed the door.

Jarrod was alone, naked and on his knees waiting for his first Dominatrix. And he waited and waited and then.

Click click, click... he heard the sound of high heel walking down the hallway.

Click click click...the sound was closer now.

Clic click, click just five or six feet away.

Click, click, click...the sound stopped... and the door slowly opened.


2. The Special Day

Arthur had been on the cross for five hours but he didn't know that. He had lost all sense of time. He was exhausted; it had been a very long day. It had started early. He had much to do. Prior to his wife waking he had to do the "quiet" cleaning. Dusting, polishing, sweeping and hand washing her delicates "How could a woman have this many dirty panties?" But he really didn't mind. He would hold each pair to his nose and take a deep breath. He had done all this naked. At 9 he brought her breakfast into her bedroom. He didn't get to sleep in it on night before his "chore days" His early rising for chores might disturb her and that would not be tolerated. So he slept on the sofa in the den, it wasn't very comfortable but:

"The guest room is for guest. You're not a guest are you dear?"

So it goes. She on the other hand had a very comfortable king-size bed with fresh sheets all to herself. On the bed side table was a vibrator, a dildo, an empty wine class and her bong. He was not needed last night. She had given him her breakfast order the night before; biscuits, eggs over, bacon. plain yogurt, tomato juice and tea. It was a hardy breakfast and he knew she would not eat all of it. The scrapes would be his. Often mixed into a blob of unappealing slop. Some of it would have been already chewed. He would be given about two minutes to eat it all without the benefit of utensils. Sometimes without the benefit of using his hands. But today was a special day so she was kind and fed him directly from her plate as she ate. Yes she smeared some of it on his face but that was what she did. After her meal he prepared her shower. Turning on the water and adjusting it to her preferred temperature. When she stepped in he took a towel to the laundry room and put it in the dryer so that it would be warm. After her shower she spent time primping at her vanity and he was sent back to do the rest of his chores. Vacuuming, laundry and cleaning the bathrooms and the kitchen. The last two jobs included scrubbing the floors on his hands and knees. At noon she came and got him and took him to their basement "playroom."

"Let's get you dressed. Ok?" It wasn't really a question.

She had purchased a new corset for him. It was mostly pink with white lace trim. The corset had come with garters so it was appropriate for her to put stockings on his shaved legs. These were white fish net. A pink leather collar was then added.

"ON the cross dear."

The cross was a free standing construction in the middle of the room. He had built it himself. She attached his wrist to a pair of cuffs clipped to chains. The chains were just the right length to keep Arthurs heels off the ground.

"Oh honey you look so uncomfortable. But I have something that will help. "

Her solution was to put on a pair of really crazy high heels. Something he would never be able to walk in but he wouldn't be walking for awhile. They did help relieve the pressure from not having any support under his heels. But the way they bent his foot gave him a whole new way to be uncomfortable.

When she completed that she went around on the other side and leaning in gave him a deep probing tongue kiss that lasted almost a minute. When she backed away she pushed a ball gag into his mouth and buckled behind his head.

"It's time for the first 10," she said sounding a little sad. He knew she wasn't.

He didn't know what tool she would use but he knew it would hurt. He bit into the ball and waited but not long. The blow came and hit him squarely across the ass. The gag prevented him from making any sound other than "Umph." He recognized the belt at once. A 2' wide belt of well worn leather she bought in a flea market. It was pretty old but that made it nice and pliant. She used it doubled over and he was right that it was going to hurt.

She was pretty good at this. Each blow landing exactly where she wanted it. She had started in the middle then worked her way up and down. By the time she reached 10 his ass was awash in the color crimsons and burning like a fire.

"So that wasn't so bad. Was it?" He grunted. "So at this point in the proceedings I am going to have to leave you here. Maggie and Kim are coming for lunch and I have to get ready. They can't stay passed 2 so you won't have to wait too long. And she left him hanging.

There was no electric light on in the room and the only light he got came from a small mostly opaque window behind him As the pain in his ass died down the pain in his joints got worse. He hung their listening to her prepare lunch for her friends. He heard them arrive. Heard the walk around a bit. Heard them settle into lunch (he was directly under them.). Heard them chatting, laughing and eventually leaving. And he knew what that meant.

She didn't come down right away. When she did she stood behind him without saying anything. He made some pitiful sounds.

"Shut the fuck up you pathetic little cunt." And she gave him the next ten. These were with a cane. These made him cry.

She came to his side. He saw that she was naked. She had put on dark makeup. Heavy eye liner, gray shadow, deep red lipstick. She pulled his hair, slapped him and spat in his face. "Oh stop crying you little bitch. I should have brought my friends down to see the sissy motherfucker I married. Maybe they would have called their husbands over to fuck you in the ass. Can you imagine us watching them pound your tight little girly ass. Watching the cum running down your leg. Making you clean the shit and cum off their cocks with your mouth. Kim says John has 10". Would that be the biggest cock you ever had up there? Probably not. Well scumbag I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon with my vibrator and leave you hanging like a piece of rancid meat. Better hope I don't forget you are here." And she was gone. She left all the doors open and he spent the next 90 minutes listening to her orgasms.

It was just a little pass 5:00 when she returned. She looked marvelous. Her makeup was done like she did it on a night out. She wore a low cut black dress with no bra. Her legs were incased in nude stockings with seams up the back. And she wore his favorite perfume. Throughout his ordeal he did not get an erection but one whiff of that perfume changed all that.

"Arthur" she said in her sexiest voice. "It's just 10 more, I know you can handle 10 more and I know you want to get off the cross so I will do this as quickly as possible. And she did. She banged his ass mercilessly with a two handed oak paddle. She hit him rapidly so as there not being enough time to take a breath between each. And then it was over. He was in so much pain that he couldn't think straight. When she removed the gag he realized he was sobbing like infant. She released his wrist then helped him down to the ground. He lay on his stomach on the cool concrete floor, every joint in his body screaming. She let him regain his composure and then said:

"I have something for you" She ran upstairs and came down a couple of minutes later. She was carrying a cake. Its top ablaze with 30 candles. She sang the song and blew out the candles for him. She told him that she loved him. He told her he loved her too.

"And you know it's only 84 more days to my birthday."

"I know. I can't wait."

"Me either." She said.


3. BFF's

Brenda Miller and Lucille Sawyer had been friends since childhood. A day never went by when they didn't communicate with each other one way or the other. They both had been married for 30 years. Brenda's husband Paul and Lucille's husband Richard got along well too with many common interests. At least once a month the two couples would get together for dinner. This evening they were at the Miller's. Brenda had made a roast beef with potatoes and gravy and a variety of sides. Both ladies were excellent cooks, something attested to by the boy's waistlines. Lucille had brought a chocolate mousse cake she had made that afternoon. The conversation was lively and punctuated with loud laughter throughout. All four looked forward to these dinners. They ate good food and drank fine wines. Life was good . At the conclusion of the meal, like a well oil machine the four clean up the remnants and washed and put away all the dishes. When everything that could be done was done Brenda said;

"Well that looks like it. I guess it is time to begin."

"You boys know what to do with the sofa. Get that done and get yourself ready while Brenda and I get ourselves ready."

Neither man answered but got busy moving the sofa into the middle of the room. Meanwhile the ladies adjourned to Brenda's bedroom to "slip into something more comfortable," as the old expression goes. When they returned they found their husbands waiting for them. The men were standing next to each other. They had removed their outer clothing. Paul was now wearing just a pink garter and stockings set with a matching lacy camisole. Richard was wearing a pair of pantyhose, his bright pink CB6000s chastity device clearly visible through the nylon. Both men had worn the outfits under their clothes at work earlier. Their wives had also changed. Brenda, who was as thin as the day she married, wore a tiny backless, leather dress with no underwear. The skirt barely covered her bottom, while the neckline went down to her navel. She also had put on a pair of bright red high-heels open toe shoes. Lucille had gained weight since her wedding day, giving her a voluptuous look. She had the same shoes on and a black corset. Nothing else. Her breast, butt and sex were totally exposed.

"Get in position please." Brenda said.

Following her instructions the two men went behind the sofa and bent over it. Brenda and Lucille went to the coffee table where their husbands had laid out a large variety of punishment tools. They had their choice of several, floggers, straps, crops and canes. There was also a selection of nipple clamps, butt plugs strap ons and various cbt toys but for now it was the impact instruments; the stuff would be used later in the bedroom. Having made their choices they walked over to the sofa. Lucille went around behind and stood over her friends husband. She held a short leather slapper in her hand. Twelve inches twin straps on a wooden handle. She waited for Brenda to join her. But Brenda had something to do first. She sat down on the couch between the two men and turned to Richard. She kissed him softly on the lips. The smell of her perfume, leather dress and her own personal scent gave his penis a stir inside its plastic cage. As she pulled away her tongue she gave his lips a slow lick. Then she said;

"Richard I am afraid I am going to be extra hard on you this evening. I think you know why." She was speaking to him in a sad voice. "The last time your oral pleasuring of me was simply inadequate. You have been servicing me for years so I know what you are capable of and you did not fulfill those expectations; neither in the front nor in the back. So that is why I asked Lucille to lock you in your little cage for the last three weeks and give me the key. Let me disavow you of any thought that you will be freed from it tonight. Regardless of how well you perform you are only about halfway through that little reminder. So tonight I'll be using wood on you, to be precise the long handled bath brush and I am sure we will be here long after Lucy and Paul have gone off to the bedroom. There will be no mercy regardless of how much begging and pleading. I'm sorry it has come to this but it is important to have standards. Do you understand?"

A very sad Richard said he did. Brenda kissed him again then stood and joined her friend behind the boys. "I guess we can begin" she said.


4. A Naughty Nephew

"What the fuck now," Dorothy said as she stepped into the foyer of her home.

Dorothy Millburn was a very attractive and very fit business woman. She owned several very successful lingerie stores in upscale towns and a fitness center geared to woman. She also had a discreet small business selling sex toys. She lived in a large home with her 20 year old twin daughters, Catlin and Isabella; the father long gone. The girls had long ago learned discipline over their mothers lap and that actions had consequences. Dorothy's no nonsense discipline was well known in the family and almost all of her nephews and nieces had received an early lesson in said consequences. Almost all had gotten the lesson.

When Dorothy had entered her foyer she found the one who had not learned that lesson. Her sister had asked her to have a talk with him about his future which at this point seemed pretty bleak so she had sent him to stay the weekend. She had planned on talking with him that evening but someone had changed that plan. His name was Timothy, he was her 19 year old, 250 lbs., unhygienic loser of a nephew who was now hog-tied and naked lying on the cold tiles just inside the door. There was a lot to take in. Beside the rope and his flabby nudity she saw that someone had written all over him with black and red magic markers words like "pussy". "fag", "cocksucker" "Timothy the pig" etc. and they had also drawn several pictures of erect penises. One most noticeably heading towards his asshole. They had also taken scissors to his long shaggy hair and had cut huge chunks out of it. She had a pretty good idea who did it she just wondered why. This was pretty extreme even for them. She knelt down besides him; he was facing away from her. She said his name and he turned. Both cheeks had dick pictures, one in black the other red. Across his forehead was the word "pervert." He hadn't spoken because his mouth had been duct tape shut. Without much regard for his comfort she ripped off the tape.

"Why did the girls do this to you?"

Before he was able to speak he had to spit out a pair of red panties that had been stuffed into his mouth.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything. They just grabbed me slapped me, took off my clothes, tied me up, cut my hair off, drew all over me and stuffed their disgusting dirty panties in my mouth."

"My panties."

"What?" he said.

"Those are my panties. I wore them all day yesterday and last night when I played volleyball. They must have taken them out of the laundry basket."

The look on his face told her he found the fact that they were her panties and not Isabella or Cat's made it so much worse. She went to the bottom of the stairs and called up

"Isabella, Catlin get you little asses down here now."

She waited at the bottom of the steps for the twins. As they descended the stairs she gave them her most stern look. They for their part, looked pretty cool and collected.

"What's up Mom?" said Isabella in her most casual voice. Dorothy knew she would be the one to take the lead; she was often the instigator,

She turned around and walked back to the young man in the foyer. The girls dutifully followed. "That's what's up."

"Oh you mean fucktard. Yeah we did that."

"Watch your language please. And you did this because?"

Catlin held up a phone. Dorothy didn't recognize it so she assumed it was the boys. "Watch," she said. She played a video. It showed Catlin in the shower. The angle was such as that it must have been taken in the doorway, "I was taken a shower and forgot this shiteater was here and left the door open a crack so the room wouldn't steam up and stuck his phone in and took his little video."

"I caught him," said Isabella. "I came out of my room and caught him. I beat the shit out of him. When Catlin heard the fuss she came out. I told her what he was doing and she started beating on him too. We really didn't have a plan but this" she said pointing to the boy on the floor "is how it ended up."

Dorothy was speechless. This perverted clown had violated her daughter in her home.

"That's not all," said Catlin. "There are other videos on the phone, He must have had it hidden in a public bathroom somehow because there are videos' of women peeing. And you know those panties in his mouth? We found them in his room. We think he jerked off in them"

With that Dorothy's rage settled down to a cold focused anger. "One of you go get me a knife."

He had been lying there without making a sound, his head was turned away from them but hearing her ask for a knife made him squeal like a pig. He tried pathetically to get away from the women but he could barely move. Catlin returned with a large kitchen knife. But before she gave it to her mother she asked what she was going to do with it

"Don't worry I'm not going to jail for this fucktard"

"Language Mom" Isabella said starting to enjoy herself.

She used the knife to cut the rope tying his wrist and angles together. Both came crashing down, his feet banging onto the hard surface. "Get him on his knees," Dorothy said. When they did she stood over him. She slapped him hard across the face. "You sick fuck. What do you think would happen to you if I turned this over to the police," she said holding up his phone. He did not look at her. She slapped him again. He began to cry. "It's just because I love your mother that you aren't already in custody." Turning to her daughters she said "Get me the foot stool from the living room." Both girls went and together pushed the heavy leather stool into the foyer. Following their mothers instructions they got him laying across it with his ass in the air.

"The last time I gave you a spanking you were 15 years old. Older then any of the others I spanked. I pulled you over my knee and pulled downed your pants and gave you one of the worse beatings I had ever given anyone. That was nothing compared to what is about to happen to you."

She just used her hand. The hand that has been spiking volleyball serves for years. A hand that was as hard as the leather of the ball. He started to bawl loudly and get up after the first half dozen. Dorothy stopped long enough to pick up the befouled panties and after spitting on them shoved them back into his mouth and then reapplied the duct tape. She then continued the beating. When he struggled too much Isabella put her knee with all her weight on his back. The beating went on for a long time. Finally when even the girls thought it was a bit much she stopped. "Keep him here in that position. I'm going to call his mom. Oh and feel free to do whatever you want to him."

She was gone for nearly a half hour when she returned she was carrying a medium sized Tupperware. Catlin and Isabella went over to inspect its contents.

"I just spoke with your mother. I did not tell her what you did just that you were pretty awful a person and I thought the best thing for you was to spend some time with me and the girls to learn how to be a proper person. She was more than happy to get you out of her house for the summer. And you know she will never make the 5 hour drive to visit. So you belong to us."

"Hey Mom," said Isabella "where did you get this stuff?" She was holding up a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag. "And what the hell is this?"

"That's a cock cage. A chastity ... Why are you looking at me like that?" Caitlin said.

Neither lady wished to pursue it and turned their attention back to the now quivering boy on the floor.

"So let me tell you your immediate future Timothy. I am going to use all these implements on you. I am going to put you in chastity, I am going to gag you, I am going to put a butt plug up your ass I am going to put a pair of nipple clips on you and then I am going to lock you in a closet for several hours. When I release you, you will have the choice of living here under my rules or leaving and I give the cell phone to the cops. But just so you know your life here will be just a shade better than prison. I can run my businesses from home so I can watch you. You'll eat nothing but healthy food. I think maybe 1000 calories a day diet. I will lead you in calisthenics twice a day. You'll do all the housework including making the girls bed and cleaning their toilet every day. You won't be naked all the time, I have some pieces in the store which I can't wait to make you wear. Including a darling sexy French maids outfit. Lucky for you I carry a plus size line. Oh and I haven't even begun bringing home the stuff from my sex toys line. So chose carefully. Jail and almost daily rape until someone kills you or slave to me until I feel it is safe to set you free.


5. The Step Dad

Of course it was a trap. Maria saw the way her new step dad looked at her. He was a weasel of a man and she knew her mother had married him for his money and the fact she could control him.

It wasn't until she found the "toys" that she understood the nature and extent of that control. She had been away at college for most of their marriage but now she was

home and she wanted a piece of the action. The trap was easy. She left a pair of her wet and very smelly panties lying next to the washing machine where he was sure to see

them and then pretended to leave the house. She gave him ten minutes then snuck back in and there he was just as she knew he would be. His pants were down around his ankles,

he had the panties held tight against his nose with one hand and was furiously pulling on his dick with the . She took over 30 seconds of video before he knew she was there.

"Maria? I I I thought you went out. I am sorry...please don't tell your mother."

She laughed at him "You pathetic fuck. Look at you jerking off like a little boy. Well guess what bitch, your ass belongs to me now. You will do what I say or fuck yeah I'll tell mom. Now get down on

your back, wrap my panties around your little worm and start jerking it again."

He did what she said immediately but he couldn't get hard. "I can't do it. I can't get hard."

"You really are a fucktard. Let me help." She stood over his face. She wore a short dress with no panties. He had a clear view of her shaved pussy and the little clit ring and

other piercings. She stuck her finger into her pussy then after withdrawing it she wiped it on his lips. This worked and he started to get hard. His hand pumped vigorously.

She watched his excitement grow until he was on the verge of cumming and then she released a stream of piss right into his face. His cock exploded drenching his belly and

chest with his cum.

"Wipe yourself off with the panties. Get the piss too." He did what she said. "Now put them in your mouth."

Totally humiliated, physically and emotionally drained he complied. He said right before putting the drenched piece of cloth into his mouth "And you won't tell your mom?"

"Fuck that. I sent her the video of you jerking and sniffing 10 minutes ago. You're fucked." Just then her phone dinged. She looked at the displayed message.

"She says she will be home in an hour and you should be waiting in the basement for her. I think you should keep those panties in your mouth until then."


6. The Cleaning Lady

Dennis woke up to the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen This came as a surprise because it was Saturday and he didn't remember setting it up last night, but he was pretty stoned last night so maybe he did prepare and turned on the timer.. He wandered into his kitchen to get some wearing just a pair of pajama bottoms but stopped short when he saw a black woman sitting at the kitchen table.

"Who are you? How the..."

Before he could finish that sentence she held up her cup and wiggled it in the universal sign for more coffee,

"...fuck did you get in here."

She wiggled her cup again; now looking at over a pair of reading glasses.

Confused by her certitude and not knowing what else to do he took her cup and refilled it. "How do you drink it?"

"Black," was all she said.

Dennis put the cup down in front of her. Her eyes never left him. He found it hard to make eye contact but he did take her in. She was tall. Even sitting in the chair he could tell she was how much taller than him she was. She was thick bodied. Her dark chocolate colored arms and shoulders looked muscular, her hands looked strong. Her hair was long and wavy and reached the small of her back. She wore a black spaghetti strap top and tight jeans. She also had on a pair of high heeled boots.

"Who are you?" Dennis asked again.

Instead of answering she looked down at the bulge in front of his PJ's. She reached down and squeezed his penis between her finger and her thumb. "Got a little morning wood going. Eh" He was about to slap her hand away when he looked at her face and it said "You don't want to do that." He didn't do it. She kept squeezing. What started out as embarrassing, became pleasurable and then as she kept squeezing it became painful. After a few seconds she let go. It was noticeably bigger. He took a deep breath and worked up the courage to ask again.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

She picked up a key on a lanyard and swung it back and forth. Dennis recognized it at once.

"Hey that's my Mom's key," he said.

She then slid a piece of note paper over to him. He unfolded it and saw it was written in his mother's handwriting. It said:

Dennis,

I know how much you value your privacy but your home is a disaster. I don't know how you'll ever get a girl living like that so I hired a cleaning service. It recommended by my sister. I know she is a little odd at times and you don't always get along with her but she thinks this is what you need. They advertise to be a motivational cleaning service. I don't know what that means but we both know you need motivation.

Now Son I want you to cooperate with this and if you don't Iam prepared to cut off all financial support, including paying your rent, car and your student loans, which are as you know, are in your name.

I'm not being mean but I think this is important. I'm doingthis because I love you.

Love Mom.

He put the letter down and said "So you're..." he scrambled for the proper words "the cleaning lady?"

"Oh" Still thinking about her sq""Actually I am a motivational cleaning lady."

"And what exactly is a motivational cleaning lady?"

"Well your home here needs cleaning so my job is to motivate you to clean it." And then she grabbed him and pulled him over her lap. He didn't stand a chance. Her grip was like a steel vice. Once on her lap she pulled down his pajama bottoms and proceeded to smack him on his bare ass. She didn't do it for very long but to Dennis it seemed like forever. When she finished she stood up causing him to fall to the floor. She looked down at him.''

"Do you feel motivated now?"

"You can't come in her and beat me up like that and make me do things."

She smiled at him for the first time. "Bitch" she said towering over him. "we both know I can make you do anything I want. And judging by that little boner of yours. you want me to."

"But I not gonna..." He stopped speaking when she put her foot down on his hand and started allowing a large portion of her considerable weight to come to rest on it. "Oww. Please stop. You're hurting me. You're going to break it."

"Lick it."

"What?" he said not sure of what she said,

"If you want me to stop you'll have to lick my boot."

He only hesitated a second before lowering his head and started licking. She lightened up on the pressure but kept some so he would continue to lick.

"Like I said I can make you do anything. Now lose those jammies. I might need to do a little more motivating and I want a clear shot at the pretty pink ass of yours."


7. The Mistresses

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Well look at this one. All kneeling down and naked. Acting like a real subbie. Too bad it's so little.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Little? Are you talking about his dick or everything in general?

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Well everything I guess but you are right about his pee-pee. With no hair around it hardly looks like something hanging off a man. But look when I poke it with my toe it gets bigger. Ha Ha.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Oh that is cute. Reminds me of my sister's baby.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: LOL. Little Miss Baby Dick. What a perfect name. So what should we do with it?

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Pink. I think we should dress it in pink and take it out to meet everyone.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: We do have that new maid's uniform.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Oh yes! The one with the petticoats and apron! That will be perfect except he has a bit of a belly.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: We have corsets. The one I'm thinking is all lacy and has such nice garters to hold up his stockings. And we can make it real tight.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Yes. White stockings with seams. Or maybe fishnets for the slutty look.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Nice. We'll dress him and take him outside and find some nice maid work for him or should I say her to do.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Bathroom always needs cleaning. And maybe a good floor scrubbing on his hands and knees too. I think we have a toothbrush just for that.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: And I am sure the other ladies would appreciate a cup of coffee served to them.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Coffee and some foot worship. Yes that is a good way to spend their morning.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Master James is here. He drinks coffee too. Wouldn't want to leave him out.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Absolutely not. I think he will be particularly fond of the idea of Little Miss Baby Dick running his tongue over his bare feet.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: While we all watch. Yummy

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: And maybe take her over his knee for a spanking?

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Uh-oh Little Miss Baby Dick doesn't like that idea. Well you can go out there and tell him that. He doesn't take rejection well.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: And then what? Outside?

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Oh yes. Absolutely. Will get him naked and put him in the pit in the garden. After drinking all that coffee I am sure the Mistress's will need to pee and what's better than an outdoors piss.

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: Great. There is a garden hose for him to wash off with. It is pretty cold but I really don't care.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: Me either. Big question. Do we let him cum?

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: I don't see why not. He'll have to eat it of course but to not let him cum would be cruel. And I wouldn't want him to think we were mean.

MISTRESS BRIANNA: You know Mistress Elizabeth I think sometimes you are just too nice to people..

MISTRESS ELIZABETH: I know it's a weakness but that's the way I am.