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I admit it. There is nothing more satisfying and challenging than being on my knees in front of a strong, dominant BBW. However, I have decided to take a break from the lifestyle. Over the past 17 years, I have served 6 dommes, each of whom it was a pleasure to serve, most recently in a domestic capacity.
Mistress was in a surly mood. After I completed her list of household chores, Mistress pulled down the red panties she gave me to wear, put me over her lap and gave me an old-fashioned OTK spanking. Thank you, Mistress.
I arrived at Mistress Bs apartment at 1 pm as I was instructed. There was a note on the door. My instructions were written out and I was told I had only two hours to do them. First I had to vacuum. Then I had to clean the bathroom. After that, I was to do some ironing. Mistress had left three blouses and two skirts on her ironing board.
As instructed, I did my chores. When she arrived sometime around 3, I was ordered to disrobe for inspection. I think she was pleased. She collared, cuffed and blindfolded me on her living-room floor before I think she freshened up. When she returned about 10 minutes later, I was released from my bondage and asked to make her dinner. Wearing only a frilly apron over my underwear, I proceeded to make her a steak with some frozen vegetables I found in her freezer.
Before dinner, I was ordered to the floor next to the table where I again I was cuffed and blindfolded. I remained there helplessly while she ate. That was a new experience for me, one I wont soon forget.
Mistress B entered the diner at 1215 sharp. I had been told to wear a red shirt so that she would instantly identify me. We had met online and talked by phone, but this was our first meeting.
Mistress sat down and asked if I was wearing the red panties she had told me to wear. I said yes and we eventually ordered lunch. She ordered chicken soup with half a sandwich.
The conversation was good, and soon it was decided we would adjourn to a motel room for our first session. I checked in to the nearby Holiday Inn and Mistress soon followed carrying a brown suitcase. First thing, I was told to strip down to my panties for inspection. She looked me over, yanked down my panties and told me to drop to my knees and lick the heels of her shoes. I did so, and it didnt take long before she blindfolded me and began placing leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists as well as a training collar around my neck.
Moments later, I was leashed and led toward what must have been the bathroom, where my wrists were somehow suspended over the doorway. At that point I was poked, prodded and paddled into complete submission. This went on for about 10 minutes until my weary arms were taken down and I was led to the edge of the bed. Upon standing up I think she put some sort of chasity device around my waist that connected to my privates. Pushed back against the bed, I could feel my ankles being attached to a spreader bar. A minute later, she gagged me with a scarf and began various s of CBT.
Ten minutes of this, I was begging for mercy as she removed the gag and to my surprise replaced it with her left boob. I was told to suck on that for about a minute, when she unattached my ankles from the spreader bar and flipped me over from some anal penetration.
When she was done with me, I was flipped on my side and hogtied face down on the bed with my ankles and hands cuffed together. She gagged me again with the scarf and I believe she left the room to wash up. Five minutes later, she returned.
Completely helpless, I was at her mercy. Again, I was whipped, teased and prodded to the point where I couldnt take anymore. Sensing this, Mistress removed the gag and told me to lick her toes, and I eagerly complied. She then removed my cuffs and ordered me to play with myself while I continued to lick her feet. Finally, it got so intense I asked her for permission to cum. Thankfully, she said yes.
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Well, apparently I blew it. As instructed, I arrived at Mistress C’s house at 11 am. But so did the UPS guy with some packages. Naturally, I offered to help bring them inside. That was my first mistake.
By the time I rang the doorbell, I was about five minutes late. Ms. C was not pleased. I was immediately told to disrobe and lie face down on the couch. Ms. C soon came in with a paddle and once again spanked me into submission. I was told she didn’t like the fact I was late, and I paid the price.
She then gave a list of chores I was to perform and handed me a pair of panties to wear. I know they were hers because they had her initials embroidered on them. Wearing only the panties, I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom, then I did some vacuuming and I ironed some clothes , just as I was told.
Lunch time, I was allowed to come downstairs and eat my sandwich. I sat on the floor at her feet while Ms. C continued her sewing. I was then told to put on my clothes so that I could clean out and reorganize the front porch. That took an hour and my last task was to windex the windows.
When I got that done, I still had about 10 minutes left before I had to leave for work. Ms. C looked over my work and seemed quite pleased. She gave me a hug and allowed me to kiss her feet. Just as I was about to leave, she called me back and asked me if I had washed the dishes. I had not, since that task was not on the list. So I hurried into the kitchen and washed the dishes. However, in my haste, I knocked over a glass and it fell to the floor. I cleaned it up, but Ms C was not pleased.
I was told to return to the living room and take off my trousers. I respectfully declined. I told her I was now running late and I had to get to my job. I begged her to hold off punishment until next week. She grudgingly agreed to let me leave but I knew she was not happy. When I arrived at my job, I had an email waiting for me. I had been dismissed from her service for insubordination. Guess I blew it. |
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It was lunchtime Wednesday when Ms. C walked into the diner wearing a long blue skirt and a white blouse with a matching headband. As I had hoped, she was a tall BBW with presence.
We sat down, ordered some soup and began to talk. I told her about my experiences and desires, and she told me about hers. We seemed to get along. I was told obedience was her obsession. If I were to become her ”houseboy,” I would need to follow her instructions. I agreed to try.
After lunch, I was told to follow her back to her two-story home. It was agreed there would be no sex since she had a female roommate who served her as a submissive. Upon arrival, I was given a quick downstairs tour before she took a seat on the couch. Nervously, I was standing across the room when she motioned me to drop my trousers and come sit next to her. It didn’t take long before she grabbed me by the collar and put me over her knee, yanked down by underwear and spanked me into submission.
When she was done, I gathered myself up and was told to return next Wednesday to begin my tenure as her house servant. Thank you, Ms. C, it should be interesting. |
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Based on past experiences, this is what I have come to expect as a houseboy.
1. My lady requires me to be prompt. If I do not arrive on time, I expect some form of punishment, most likely an OTK spanking.
2. My lady will inspect me, perhaps fitting me with an appropriate collar, perhaps a chastity device or some form of outfit to perform household chores. On several occasions, I have served my lady wearing nothing more than red panties and a frilly apron.
3. My lady will assign me a list of household chores for me to perform. These tasks usually include cleaning bathrooms, mopping floors, making beds, doing laundry, vacuuming, washing dishes. On some occasions I have been asked to do grocery shopping.
4. At some point, my lady may allow me to break for lunch. I know my place and will eat my sandwich on the floor, hopefully at her feet.
5. After lunch, my lady might ask me to bathe her feet. Foot worship, I realize, is a nice perk I enjoy providing for my lady.
6. Upon completion of my chores, my lady may determine if playtime is warranted. At times I have been collared and cuffed at my lady’s mercy. On one memorable occasion, I was hogtied on the carpet in front of her couch as she watched her soap operas. When I made some inappropriate remark about the program, I was swiftly gagged and blindfolded with a perfume-scented scarf.
7. If I did my chores to my lady’s satisfaction, I might end up helpless in a bedroom closet. And it wouldn’t surprise me if my lady positioned me prone on a table or over a couch for her pleasure.
8. Bottom line, i realize my lady deserves my obedience and, as a submissive, I am there to serve her. |
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