Dear Shoeblossom,
How did I become a bald slave-pig to my husband and his waitress girlfriend?
I'm an intelligent Institutional Equity Sales Representative having worked at subsidiaries of AT&T, Disney, Rainbow Media Corporation and Liberty Media Corporation. I speak five languages and am a marathon runner.
I work out every day and am considered beautiful by most men...what's wrong with me?
I have (or had) full bodied, shoulder length curly copper hair, and hazel eyes with long lashes, and nice 36 C breasts and long legs...
I broke a lot of hearts before I met Leo, who is a fairly noncompetitive artist-he teaches film scoring and music synthesis at Champlain.
It all started out a year ago when I told my husband that I had fantasies of being a submissive. "Are you sure, Tess?" Leo said hesitantly.
But I could tell that he was aroused by the idea of spanking my shapely ass, and that night he took a wooden ruler with one hand and pulled down my panties with the other, flipping up my tweed business skirt.
"Honey, you can hit harder than that, don't be a wimp" I said, but soon regretted it as he began whacking excitedly, the thick ruler bouncing off my full pink buttocks.
I bit my lip and eventually burst into tears, realizing that my fantasies were not nearly as painful as the reality apparently was.
Leo took me in his arms after the spanking was over, and I sobbed into his shoulder, but soon pushed myself off his lap and unzipped his pants, sucking his dick until he came hard.
"Wow, Tess...usually you don't like oral sex." This was true. I generally didn't, and NEVER swallowed, but as a slavegirl things were different. Leo watched in astonishment as I kissed his feet.
After I'd given Leo his world-class blowjob, he was so happy, and went on about my spanking..."I just couldn't believe how hot that was, Tess."
But he didn't know how (foolishly) indefagitable I was. I went outside and cut a couple of switches from our spruce tree,and hosed them off so they would be nice and wet.
I came in to where Leo was reading his Atlantic Monthly, and handed him a martini. At this point I was naked, except for a pair of panties.
Leo's eyes bugged out as he looked at me, but he just sipped his drink.
"Thanks, hon. It's great." I looked down at my feet (I was wearing heels, too).
"If the martini isn't to your liking, Master, I understand if you wish to thrash me."
"No-no, it's fine, Tessie." Leo said, but I noticed the bulge in his jammies.
"Because if punishment is what I deserve, I have cut and wet five spruce switches."
You should have seen him bounce out of the chair!
"You-you're right, Tess. You're going to have to be punished."
I said, "Master, perhaps you should secure me over the bed instead of your knee so I don't bounce around from the pain-that I deserve." I didn't want him to take pity on me!
Leo used clothesline to bind my hands and feet, lying me on our bed. He pulled my panties down to my knees, and came back in with the wet spruce switches.
"Wench, you have made me an inferior drink." Leo said firmly. (Have I mentioned he was a Dungeons and Dragons type in highschool?)
"You will have to be punished severely."
I bit into the pillow to keep from crying out as Leo broke four of the five switches on my plump bottom over the next ten minutes.
He hit my buttocks, my upper thighs, my calves and my back. I could tell he was very, very excited.
"When will you learn to make a decent martini?" Leo screamed. Before tonight, he'd made ME the Martinis...but he knew the score now.
Suddenly, I noticed he'd stopped, and was looking at my breasts, which were pushed into the blankets, as of course I was on my stomach.
"I think I should punish your boobs as well...but is that all right?" Leo didn't want to go too far. I panicked silently, my breasts were very, VERY sensitive...but I was in this whole hog so...
"Whatever you think is best, Master Leo."
Leo turned me over so my bound hands were under me. Giggling, he (he is kind of a geek, Shoeblossom) shoved pillows under my manacled hands so that my boobs were now jutting up a little.
Leo paused and played with my beautiful, strawberry colored nipples. I had made him wait nearly four months dating before I'd let him touch them, taunting him in tight crop tops with low cleavages...
Or tight black T shirts that made the boobies look like the gold at the end of the rainbow.
But worship was over now.
Leo grinned and tweaked one nipple harshly. "You're going to have a nice time now, aren't you, you lazy whore-bitch..."
God, he was learning fast! Leo noticed that my vagina was wet.
"I'll teach you to slop the gin in this martini..."
Leo lifted the switch over my tender breasts. THWACK! The first cut hit me just under the right nipple. I bit my lip.
Leo swung again. SLASH! Bingo! The switch landed across both nipples at the same time and I screamed in acute pain.
Leo dropped the switch. "Honey, are you okay?" He grabbed my arm.
"Master Leo, please finish my punishment." It took SO much to say that...
To think if I'd gone the other way, he would have spent the rest of the night rubbing Vicks Vapo-Rub in my nipples, and probably would have bought me a necklace the next day as apology...
Leo faltered, and I decided to feed the flame.
"I hope you're man enough to be my Master, Sir...will I need someone else?"
Leo gritted his teeth and, within five minutes, broke the final switch across my breasts in twenty harsh strokes.
As I cried bitterly, bound with my aching breasts shaking, Leo was still stomping around. "I should lock you in the garage for saying that, Tessie."
"Let me make it up to you." I said, gritting my teeth against the pain in my boobs and buttocks. "Let me serve you tonight-all night-with my tongue."
And indeed I did. I was exhausted by the time Leo fell asleep at three a.m...but still I knelt on the ground and diddled myself with a broken pencil until I had a big orgasm.
The first night, I was too submissive to use my own nice vibrator!
The next day, Leo seemed somewhat apologetic, I guess he wasn't used to whipping his beautiful wife's ass and breasts like that.
He was kind of a geek who I'd felt sorry for at college, and then fallen for...he still worshipped me.
The next day, Leo seemed somewhat apologetic, I guess he wasn't used to whipping his beautiful wife's ass and breasts like that. He was kind of a geek who I'd felt sorry for at college, and then fallen for...he still worshipped me.
But the next day, I brought Leo breakfast in bed, and then told him apologetically that I hadn' t had time to scrub the bathroom to his liking.
Of course we have a maid, and I usually don't touch a sponge, but Leo quickly comprehended.
After he finished letting me spoon feed him, Leo jumped out of bed, grabbed me by the right nipple and dragged me to the bathroom.
As I hurried to wash the windows, laundered the shower curtain and scrubbed mirrors, Leo was right there, swinging his evil hanger again and again.
Finally he got so horny from whipping me that he pulled me out of the bathroom by my hair and made me suck him off, slamming his dick in and out of my mouth in a skull-fuck motion.
"This bathroom is a shit-hole, and you're going to clean it! And I'm going to show you how!"
And Leo could, since he had helped his mother clean medical offices to support their family. He'd recounted more than one hilarious story about stealing Codeine and Dilaudid for high school drug fests!
I on the other hand had never worked a day in my life other than internships until I'd gotten my MBA. My parents had servants and as a feminist's daughter,I don't think I'd ever touched a vacuum.
"Okay, we'll start with the sink, get all the stuff off of it, pour in the Comet and scrub in circles, including the faucets and the toothbrush holders, you lazy bitch, scrub the pedestal of the sink, too..."
When I didn't clean one of the floor tiles to his liking, Leo went into the bedroom and brought out a wire clothes hanger, which he heated on the stove.
WHACK! SLAP SMASH! My poor but and back were singed as his gloved hand brought the red hot hanger down on my naked body.
Scrubbing the inside of the toilet was especially difficult. Leo came to check my work with a little mirror, and when it didn't look good, he took me by the scruff of the neck and shoved my head into the bowl, and flushed repeatedly, until I thought I would drown.
"This is great" Leo laughed as I coughed and sputtered Comet spattered water, "It's like waterboarding for spoiled 'Sex In the City' bitches. Get back to scrubbing!"
But I just couldn't get the toilet scrubbed clean enough. There was an indelible stain that apparently wasn't going to come out, even when Leo pushed my head in the toilet again,demanding that I lick it clean.
Enraged, he straightened the hanger and gave me another whipping. I just couldn't convince him that I was doing the best I could!
"Oh-please-Master-"I cried as the hanger slashed me again and again across the shoulders, my head still in the commode, "I-I can't stand this anymore...please don't..."
Finally he lost interest in the toilet, but not before I almost lost my mind!
By the end of the morning, my entire body was covered with welts, and I'd done everything you can do to a bathroom, including re-sealing grout lines on the bathtub and cleaning out the vacuum ventilator.
Leo was overcome with joy at these developments. "I think perhaps I'll fire our housekeeper...use the money to get myself a new satellite dish!"