Gagging On Her Shoe While She Texts Her Boyfriend.

Instant punishment

Imagine the day when a woman's flogger will be as common place as a handbag, and by law any male allowed to be in public gives implied consent for instant discipline by any woman.

Today's pin-up for keen foot-lickers. I take the view that in a Femdom relationship, foot-licking is about the submission/voluntary abasement of the male. Therefore it is very appropriate if the feet in question are calloused and heavily perspiring. And if the Mistress goes out of her way to get them like that, it is an act of kindness on her part for which the male should be deeply grateful.

Sunday was a beautiful day and there were many pleasant ways I could have spent it. I chose to take a train to Surrey, spend the afternoon cleaning my ex-colleague’s flat, naked except for a leather collar and chastity cage, then submit to a beating for being jealous of her new man friend. Not acting on my jealousy; just feeling jealous, as I freely confessed when she asked me.

I had N’s company the whole time this week, as her sister had visited her on Saturday and so there was no need for N to visit her on Sunday. She even “helped” me clean, though that seemed to involve more teasing and tormenting than actual help. For example, she “helped” me scrub the bathroom floor mainly by dropping her dirty cloth in the water and then dripping it all over the clean floor!

She also went barefoot throughout and contrived to get her clothes very wet, both of which she knew would make me aroused and cause me to feel very uncomfortable in my cock cage. She tramped her dirty wet footprints all over the bathroom floor too, leaving me to wipe up after her, while tormented by the sight and smell of her bare feet, which I am forbidden to worship until November at the earliest.  

After I’d finished in the kitchen and moved to the living room, she called me back to tell me I’d “missed a bit”. When I returned, it was obvious that she had taken the rubbish bag I had left to take to the chute and deliberately emptied it out all over the floor. She had even left the bag on the floor, so there was no mistaking where the rubbish had come from; and she stood there, smiling at me, as if daring me to protest.

Of course, I couldn’t complain. I had to just bite my lip and start again. I picked up a dustpan and brush and began to sweep the rubbish back into the bag. As I did so, under her supervision, I heard the sound of her spitting and felt something light land on my hair. A couple more tiny drops splashed on the kitchen floor where I was sweeping. Then several more landed on me.

N was pushing me, testing my ability to continue to obey her without comment as she degraded and tormented me, making me feel pathetic and demoralised and at the same time, aroused and frustrated. I took it. Some people may say that makes me weak, but it actually takes a lot of self-discipline to endure such treatment without complaint. Perhaps I am stupid to choose to endure it, but I am not weak.

My actual punishment was scheduled for after the cleaning session. N had already told me by then that it wouldn’t just be confined to today. Next week, we have our session in Mistress V’s dungeon booked and N thought it would be better to save the main punishment for then. That afternoon’s beating would be by way of a prelude. That didn’t mean that it would not be lengthy and severe.

N led me into the bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt at her feet.

“So you’re jealous of me and (let’s call him “K”)?” I lowered my eyes and nodded.

“Please may I say something?” I begged.

“Go on”.

“I am sure I can control my jealousy. When I said I was jealous, I was just being honest about how I feel inside.”

“I know you were. But that’s not how you should feel. It’s not acceptable to me.” She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her, her face right up against mine.

“WHAT ARE YOU?” I felt my stomach churn. When she talks to me like this, I genuinely feel afraid of her, although physically I am stronger.

“A slave”, I replied, guessing the answer she required.

“WHOSE SLAVE?”

“Your slave, N” She slapped my face, hard.

“MISTRESS!”

Only last week, she had confirmed that I would continue to call her by her Christian name. Was the change just meant to unsettle me? In any case, I switched as required.

“Your slave, Mistress.”

“WHY DO YOU EXIST?”

“To serve you, Mistress.” A second slap.

“AND?”

“To make you happy, Mistress”, I ventured. She softened her voice slightly.

“So what is your focus, slave?”

“On whether something makes you happy, Mistress”.

“That’s right. That’s all that should matter to you. Whether it makes me happy. If it does, you help me obtain it and you rejoice when I do. You don’t think of yourself or how it affects you. If I’m happy, you’re happy. GOT IT?”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you.” I couldn’t help thinking how odd the word “rejoice” sounded coming from her lips.

She let go of my head and told me to bring her a cane and a riding crop from the small collection she kept in a metal container in a nearby cupboard. I hurried back across the room to her and when I knelt back before her, I saw that she had removed her leggings and  panties. I confess that my eyes lingered, briefly but longingly, at her vulva. I hoped that this meant she might require me to pleasure her after my beating. I felt the cock cage tighten.

To my surprise, she then pulled her panties over my head, so that I was partially blindfolded. I stayed motionless, with the cane and crop held out for her to take.

“Face down on the bed”, she ordered and I obeyed like a Pavlovian dog. I felt her hand on my buttock cheeks, her bony fingers digging in.

“18 with the cane, then another dozen with the crop. Keep count and thank me for each one”.

“Yes, N – Mistress – “WHACK! A stupid mistake, instantly corrected.

“One, thank you Mistress”.

“No, that one doesn’t count. That was for you getting my name wrong.”

N – Mistress N – continued to talk to me throughout my beating, which made it difficult to keep count, particularly when she required answers. Fortunately, the beating was well within my tolerance, though still quite painful. I always feel there is an element of shame in a beating which is as important as the pain of the strokes. It’s Mistress saying you have let her down and deserve to be beaten like a dumb beast.

Mistress N explained while caning me that she had decided after all that I should call her Mistress when we were alone or in the company of like-minded people. On reflection, she thought it would help me to remember my place. She would call me – what she liked, when she liked, because she could and to keep me on my toes. I adjusted myself mentally to the new rule.

Toward the end of the caning, she started repeating the questions she had asked me before she commenced and I answered, exactly as before. When she changed to the riding crop, she added some more questions.

“So if I want to sleep with a guy, what should you be thinking?”

I was laying face down on her bed, her collar around my neck, my cock locked in a cage to which she held the key, blinded by her panties on my head while she whipped my already striped bottom with her crop; I hadn’t had release since 24 September and I knew that she was naked from the waist down. And yet I had to somehow focus on giving her the answer she wanted.  Amazingly, I managed it!

“I should be - hoping you get him and that he satisfies you…” WHACK! “That’s four, Mistress”

“Anything else?”

“Thinking if – there’s anything I can do to help you get what you want or make the experience more – pleasurable for you”. WHACK! “That’s five, Mistress.”

“And if I want him to be my boyfriend?”

“Do whatever you wish to help you enjoy your relationship with him” WHACK! “Th-that’s six, Mistress”.

“And if I want him to move in with me?“

“Do whatever you wish to help you ensure that you both live happily together.” WHACK! “That’s seven, Mistress”.

There was a brief pause.

“If I want him to f*ck me hard, how do you feel about that?”

“I want him to f*ck you hard and satisfy you.” WHACK! “That’s eight, Mistress”.

“And if I want to see him f*ck you, p?” The prospect and the sudden use of my first name shook me, but I knew I mustn’t hesitate…

“I want him to f*ck me because it will please you”. Did I mean that? I don’t know. All that mattered was giving the answer I thought she wanted to hear. WHACK! “That’s nine, Mistress...”

I felt her hand on my arse again.

“Good boy. You’re getting there. Mistress doesn’t actually want to see you buggered just now, but you need to be prepared to do whatever it takes to please her, and do it gladly. Your greatest desire should be to satisfy mine. Now let’s finish off.”

Mistress N administered the last three strokes and then pulled her panties off my head and let me get off the bed and kneel back at her feet. I kept my eyes to the floor until she told me I could look up at her. Her head was in front of the bedroom light and it looked a little like she had a halo. At last, she pulled me to her and cuddled me.

“I know I’m horrible to you sometimes, but it’s only because I need to train you to be the best slave you can be for me. You need to trust me to do what’s best for us and not be put off by fear or outdated patriarchal ideas. You’ll be happier in the long run. You’ll learn to be happy just because I’m happy”.

Could I ever really learn to focus on her needs and desires to the extent that my own became virtually indistinguishable from hers? If I did, would life be better? I didn't know; but just then, I felt that I wanted to try.

(The top image is courtesy of Beatmyfeet and the bottom from Gynarchylife).

Source @mostlynataliedormer

You married the woman of your dreams today and the wedding day had been perfect. Especially the wedding party after. Friends and family... Everyone had a great time. You were both quite exhausted by the end.

Still you had plenty of strength to carry her into your home as husband and wife, you even carried her upstairs into the bedroom where you gently laid her down on the bed, covered in rose petals.

"Oh my God.. it's so pretty. When did you do this?" Natalie asked with a big smile on her face. You just had to pause for a moment and look at her in that dress in between a sea of red rose petals.

"David and Victoria did me a solid." You replied.

"ohh... You sneaky devil. That's why they left early." Natalie quickly deducted to which you laughed.

"Sorry." You jokingly apologized.

"Mmm... Its beautiful... Thank you." She purred as her foot slid in between your legs and up toward your caged cock.

The other 'ring' you had been wearing for many years now in devotion to her, your wife.. your Mistress... Goddess.

"I'll bet you've been thinking about 'consummating' our marriage all day, huh?" She teased. A rush quickly shooting up your spine.

"Ahh.. yes.. but I know it's up to you, my Goddess." You reply as her foot teases you.

"That's right. You may be my husband now but you are, first and foremost, my submissive." She added, pushing a bit harder into your aching balls.

"Nngg.. yes, my Goddess." You affirmed. You know your place.

"May I worship your pussy, Goddess? I wish to shower you with orgasms." You beg politely

"Yes, you may." She purred. She loved how subservient and selfless you had become. You helped her to her feet then slowly peeled the dress off her perfect body until she was only wearing her wedding ring.

You watched jump back onto the bed. "You too, Subby." She then told you. You were quick to strip bare, allowing her to see just how excited your body was.

"It's twitching so much." She noted before spreading her legs but keeping her pussy covered up with her hand. She beckoned you with the other and you slowly got onto the bed and crawled up between her legs.

You kissed her inner thighs before you reached her sex. When you looked up you noticed her loving smirk.

She loved you and loved teasing you even more. And it was working too, you wanted to taste her so badly your dick was throbbing like mad in it's permanent home.

She bit her lip, the desire on your face was easy to spot. Then she finally pulled her hand back and like a thirsty animal you went to town on her pussy.

You two lost track of time and orgasms until her body couldn't take anymore. You started a massage as she basked in the afterglow of her many orgasms until she actually fell asleep as you worked her body.

Leaving you horny and leaking like crazy... Just like always. You shivered and cuddled up to her.

The boss’s bratty daughter was in to see daddy dearest, and it was the first time you met her.

Trouble? You don’t know the half of it.

Teasing Me

I came to bed and my wife asked if I wanted to "cuddle", I thought she meant sex so I got really excited, then she told me she wasn't in the mood for me and she just meant actually cuddling. We just cuddled, but I was feeling very horny so I started telling my wife how much I loved being owned and controlled by her, and how she can have whatever she wants because I am so motivated to make her happy and serve her when I am locked in chastity. That made her want to tease me more, so she asked if it would be the most submissive to not even get to touch her and just have to watch as she touched herself. I said yes, that would be overwhelming, that I would be begging her to let me serve her. She asked which vibrator would be the hardest for me to watch, so she could tease me the most. I said the one that's penis shaped and goes insider her, because I want to be inside of her but she told me no - so getting to see another penis be in her when I can't would be too much. She told me to go get it for her, and I thanked her for letting me get it. Then she started using it on herself, and made me watch while kissed her. She eventually kicked me off of her because I was too distracting, and made me watch from the other side of the bed. When she finished I asked if I could be inside of her too, and she said no - she didn't do grownup stuff with little boys in diapers. But she did unlock me for 20 seconds while she kissed me, and that was all I needed to cum in my diaper. She told me to go get locked up, and she would power me, and put a fresh diaper on me. As she was diapering me, I asked if she was sure she didn't want me inside of her. She looked at my penis locked in a small chastity cage, with diaper cream on my balls to help with the chaffing of the cage, and baby powder all over. "I think I can get what I need from my vibrators," and she taped my diaper up and patted the front of it.