Dear Shoeblossom
I am an experienced master who got his start in his hometown of Bombay. For some weird reason, fat, entitled American expatriate women love to subjugate themselves before Master Dwali...
Finally, I fell in love with Carolyn, who was rich and a true pain slut. Caro brought me home to her Michigan hometown, and here we settled.
Things have jumped, though, since I got Caro to submit to a woman. Who better to bring this heiress to her knees than a stripper from the proletariat?
Timber has pleased us far beyond my greatest expectations!
On Timber's last night with me, I felt a tremendous loss.
"Shall I summon the pig?" Timber asked me sleepily. The young erotic dancer kissed my chest and snickered.
"We're going to miss you, Timber." I replied, grinning. Timber whistled, and my wife Carolyn came into the room hesitantly.
Our bedroom was dark except for some low lights, just enough to see Timber's gorgeous, petite figure as well as Caro's more Rubenesque shape.
The two women couldn't be more different-Timber is a tiny thing with smallish breasts that she refuses to augment to the anguish of her employer, the owner of the strip club "Cherries 4ever!"
It's fun to hold Timber's tiny body in my arms!
Caro is a knockout, even after all these years, but very full figured. She is sensitive about this, and I wouldn't dream of reassuring her.
Never let a submissive know that they are desirable, right?
"Well, my sow, how did the oven cleaning go?"
"I bet she licked it out instead of cleaning it." Timber smirked.
Caro looked at the floor sheepishly. I admired how her full breasts gleamed in the moonlight.
"I did the best I could, Dwali. We need more cleansing--"
"You are a lazy, pot-bellied pig." My acerbic comment sent Timber off into helpless giggles as she lay in my strong brown arms.
When we moved back into Caro's fabulous manse, I insisted that all the servants be let go, and that Caro do all the cleaning and cooking, and she had thrived under this regimen, though since she'd been spoiled all her life, it took a steep learning curve.
Timber had been fending for herself since she left the trailer park at fifteen, and eight years later, when I met her, she was remarkably accomplished.
Though of course she had the usual class resentments against my wealthy spouse...
"You are a whining pile of suet." I said crisply. "I will have to get a cattle prod or something to get you to work harder, the bullwhip just doesn't do the trick."
I watched with great satisfaction as a tear rolled down Carolyn's cheek. She of course is in fine shape and teaches a Zumba class on Saturday mornings.
But I noticed that Caro's pierced quim was glistening. She hadn't had an orgasm in a bit, and is a true chastity sub, but even with all the tension, she thrives on a steady diet of scorn and insults.
I hadn't given Caro permission to unlock her piercing or masturbate in some time. Caro had asked me for an orgasm "cleanse"
For an entire month, I'd had her suck me off five times a day, as well as go down on Timber, and this was the only time I touched my wife...
Timber wasn't really a bisexual, so she endured Caro's oral affections, but I really enjoyed it. Still, I didn't touch Caro even in the rare affectionate way I had before.
This had made Caro sad in a way, especially when she'd seen Timber and I cuddling, but on the other hand it got her very, very horny, and I saw her doing weird shit to try and get off, such as sitting on a lively Maytag washing machine.
Timber had tried to touch Caro a bit, she'd use a whippy cane to make Caro dance when my wife had gone to clean Timber's apartment.
Now I motioned to the bed. "Come and clean Timber and I off, you warthog. We've gotten greasy with all this passion."
Caro climbed on the bed and moved to Timber's clitoris where she began sucking out my spunk.
Timber then kicked Carolyn in the shoulder as my poor spouse's head bobbed between Timber's glorious thighs.
"You're doing a shitty job, ass wipe, you filthy old dyke!" Timber kicked even harder and I'm afraid Carolyn fell off our bed.
But later Caro and Timber had a weepy embrace, since Timber was going back to California.
I was worried that when Timber left, Caro would slack off in her personal habits. Caro had been a heavy smoker since her schooldays, and Timber was instrumental in helping Caro quit.
I had told Carolyn that I was going to watch her closely, and give her a slash with my three foot dog whip for every cigarette she smoked.
Caro was constantly smoking--in the bathroom, out in the yard as she did the gardening...(That was another place she occasionally got a whipping from me, when she would accidentally cut down one of my tomato plants.)
But Carolyn couldn't give up the cancer sticks!
I also called Carolyn's work (she had, like any rich bitch, her own art gallery) and asked Carolyn's personal assistant, who I had fooled around with a bit, to watch her employer's smoking habits.
According to Chalfonte, Carolyn's assistant, an enormous but sexy black woman...
Caro had smoked twenty cigarettes in a day!
"And the artists find it really gross. She refuses to smoke outside, Dwali." Chalfonte told me on the phone.
This was back before Timber had gotten directly involved with our lives. I had begun an affair with Timber, and it wasn't exactly clandestine, but I didn't bring her home or anything.
At that time it still hadn't occurred to me that I might need help with this anti-smoking project.
What was I to do? The doctor had advised Caro that she had a spot of emphysema on her lung, and it was terribly off putting. I thought I could punish her, but Caro liked being punished by me...I am gorgeous, eh?
Kind of a Brad Pitt, polished with Man-Tan.
Caro had probably forgotten that first day about my ultimatum, and when she got in from the gallery, she was horrified because first, I had the short dog whip out, and secondly, Timber, my stripper girlfriend was over visiting.
Carolyn know I was sleeping with Timber and a host of other girls (including two of Caro's sisters) and accepted this as part of her slave status.
But up until then Carolyn had never had to experience these women in her life, in her face, and she would have been horrified to find they knew of her submissive fantasies.
And then I told Caro that Timber was going to punish her for the twenty cigarettes she'd smoked, and Caro had gasped.
Carolyn was enraged when I told her to disrobe in front of this insolent slut, this whore-ish dancer.
Then Caro became somewhat recalcitrant after Timber suggested we do the punishment in the back yard and even more embarrassed as she knew that would lead to her neighbors discovering her secret...
Caro stripped and bent over a hassock.
"Nice to have someone else take off their clothes while I stay dressed for a change" Timber had remarked. Oh, how Caro was fuming!
At that time, Carolyn had never been punished by a woman. Whenever we were at a dungeon (there is a nice one in Ann Arbor) Caro's lip would curl watching girl-on-girl BDSM couples.
Carolyn was very old fashioned.
After the whipping, which Timber thoroughly enjoyed doing for a first time, Caro had a new look in her eyes. I watched her thank Timber and kiss her feet.
The next day, Caro only smoked seventeen cigarettes at home and four or five at work, and Timber was busy so I had then given Caro her whipping.
Twenty-one with my blacksnake flogger, and Caro could barely walk when it was over. I wondered if this might make her smoke less...
Timber had dropped by later, and suggested Caro be bound and a cucumber stuffed in her mouth to cure her of this oral addiction.
"Not too long ya know?" Timber had said, popping her gum as Caro wept in humiliation. "Four or five hours while you and I go and get a bite and then go fuck, Dwali. What do you think?"
Yes, this punishment helped considerably. I began tying Caro up for a couple of hours every night. Sometimes I would put her in the corner, facing the wall, and others, I'd let her watch Timber and I go at it in the sack.
