Dear Shoeblossom...
The stuff your readers send in amazes me! I have my own little dominant gal, and it is getting out of hand, but she is worth it, I think.
I spoil Finnian, I really do. I just bought her a natural Autumn Haze Trotteur mink coat with matching muff.
Finnian claims to be anti-animal cruelty, but when she saw the mink she squealed with joy, so there's not much to that theory.
And she's on the payroll of my company, ten grand a month, as a "physical therapist and health consultant." which is perhaps an odd position for an employee of an employee of a budget analysis office.
And I indulge Finnian shamelessly. I take her to Barbados, San Juan, skiing in Vail and lots of other places. Luckily, she condescends to with me.
Sometimes Finnian gets bored with Chadderton, which is a sub-average town, and goes to New York by herself with a boyfriend (or girlfriend) and I stay in town, locked in my chastity device, until she returns.
And I still pay her...a girl has to live. She also buys great clothes in the Big Apple, and I don't mind underwriting that, as well.
Finnian is very young, twenty-six or so, and I met her on a female domination thread. She lived about fifteen miles away. She is a full-lipped, high breasted honey, and she'd been involved with the "scene" since her second year of college.
That, apparently was all the school she had to attend, because almost immediately Finnian found rich guys who begged her to punish and humiliate them, and lock them in chastity.
By the time I'd met Finnian, she'd stayed with a number of wealthy submissives, both male and female, and I was able to seduce her away from them with my high bids...and hopefully my tolerance for pain!
One problem, though with dating a young woman is, they have lots of stupid opinions, social justice garbage about the environment and feminism fills their pretty heads.
Not much understanding of history or economics either, except of course how to get ten grand a month out of a nasty miser like me.
And one night, things went kind of south at one of these parties where most of my friends and their wives were congregating.
And you know, my peers are in their fifties and sixties, and of course my darling youthful Finnian had to run her mouth...
Exercising her uninformed opinions about the World Bank or gay rights or something else ridiculous, and I am afraid she pissed off some people.
I finally dragged her out of there as Finnian was screaming about postmodernism at my old friend Humphrey.
And Finnian was livid, not at them, of course, but at me for not backing her up.
And, when we got home she decided to make me pay.
"I can't believe what a tool you are, Biff. You let Humphrey and Dickie and Cooper just humiliate me!"
As she shouted at me, Finnian's boobs bounced in the tight blue and white striped sweater, and how cute her little hands were, in fists.
"Finnian, baby, I love you but you can't be embarrassing me, talking about things you know nothing about-"
"That's it, Biff. Take off your clothes, we're going down to the basement to work on your attitude."
I tried to explain to Finnian that we shouldn't have a "play" session while she was so angry, but she looked so venomous that I querulously disrobed, and stood in front of her in my chastity belt.
Finnian looked at my trapped organ in that vile little plastic pouch and she smiled cruelly.
"Yes, you were supposed to get out next Monday for a little nookie with me, weren't you, Biff?"
"W-well, wait a moment, I've worked really hard for my release, honey, you promised, after all the favors..."
It had been quite a time...a long time since she'd let me cum.
And three or four times a week, beautiful Finnian had stroked my dick and kissed my ears and whispered about when we'd finally get to make love...
In the eighteen months that she'd lived with me, I'd gotten to cum five times, and only twice in coitus with her. I still kept hoping for a blowjob.
"Oh, you've worked so hard for your release, Biffie Boy...Mister Know-It-All, who defends his creepy friends at parties against poor me, who I foolishly thought was the love of your life."
She was so beautiful. As she shouted at me, she waved her manicured hands around and her boobs bounced angrily in the snug striped sweater.
"Darling, you are the love of my life. Really you are."
Finnian opened the basement door and pointed a long red nail to the stairs. She furrowed her brow and I felt a little ridiculous, being naked as she was still dressed in the hot little sweater and tartan skirt.
And quite frightened I was, but I scurried down the steps. Finnian followed, breathing hard. She guided me to a step ladder in the middle of the room and made me get up and have my hands cuffed to an eyebolt I'd put in the ceiling.
You never knew what she'd do when I was locked up here, naked, swinging from the ceiling. Once she'd brought in my sexy secretary, Miss Brazaitis, who had looked at me in contempt as Finnian had given me a horsewhipping...
Finnian loved to humiliate me as I hung from the damn eyebolt!
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" I asked now, eyeing her bouncing breasts in the sweater hungrily.
"No, of course not. This isn't a sex session for you, you arrogant prick!" Finnian stalked over to the corner of the basement and took up a cut willow switch that she'd brought down earlier.
Finnian came up close and she whacked me across the butt and I squealed.
"I should wrap baling wire around your nuts and have Gaylord pull you around the block on his Harley again at midnight, that might encourage you not to be such a tool..."
Oh, how I hated Gaylord, and Eye-Ball and Throckmorton and all her other boyfriends...but on the other hand, she was so amazingly inventive!
Finnian whacked me five or six more times, and I bit my tongue.
"I wish I could bring your old chauvinist pig buddies down here, too and whip them, and maybe their codependent, worshipping wives."
I owed Finnian so much. I'd spent much of my life and my company's money on drug addiction and treatment centers. And Finnian had gotten me off heroin, cocaine, amphetamines, Dilaudid, Demerol, Oxycontin, Vicodin, barbiturates, tobacco, and alcohol...
She still partook of some of these, but I was clean now, and, with the assistance of her bullwhip, I'd become a regular maven for exercise and diet...
The doctors were thrilled with me finally.
Finally, I was in great shape, and it was thanks to Finnian's ministrations.
But of course now, I was having difficulties...
Finnian grinned. "I usually use binder clips on your nips, but I'm out, so here are a couple of safety pins."
"No, please don't-"
Finnian dismissed my objections. "Silly, silly boy. I endured the first stab of the pin in my right nipple stoically, but yelped a bit when she put through the second.
Then Finnian went back and picked up her willow and lay into my butt for nearly ten minutes, making me bounce and wave my legs around, as of course I was suspended and in the air.
She came around front and unlocked my chastity belt and whacked my growing cock and slapped my nuts too, with the willow, and I tried to cover my genitals instinctively, by raising my legs, and she just laughed.
Finally the switch broke.
At this point I was weeping, although I was also very aroused. Finnian rolled her fingers up and down my cock, and it began to swell even more.
"See, you like it that I'm young and cute and as long as I don't talk, right?" Finnian rubbed my frenulum, the sensitive underside of my penis. "As long as I have no opinions, just a robot, right?"
"No, that's not true, Finnian, you have a creative mind." What could I say to this woman? My undergraduate degree thesis was on the unified field theory.
"I'm surprised you don't just buy one of those sex dolls, Biff." Finnian used her pretty fingers to toy with my bulbous glans.
Now my cock was almost steaming. I hadn't been allowed to orgasm in quite a while, and it was really driving me a bit banannas.
