Dear Shoeblossom
I got the idea to write after reading "Letter from Windrift" about the housewife who used cigarettes to get her hubby to quit smoking in a "Punishment fits the crime" philosophy.
I met my best friend and my first true Dominant at Indiana State University here in Terra Haute, not to be confused with Indiana University over in Bloomington, a far cooler place, where they filmed the 1980 classic, "Breaking Away".
But I guess we're hip enough here. I had reservations, as I was raised in France, but as free-wheeling as Europe is, here in quiet Indiana I found a woman who could really put me through the mill...as I am a masochist.
You'd think growing up abroad, I would have seen all kinds of kink, but my first domme, when I was 19 was at a Swiss boarding school, and it was a Yankee!
Yes, my roommate, Desdemona, Daisy for short, whipped my bare buttocks with a slipper when I'd mislaid her Chanel No. 5.
I told her at the time that I needed such consequences, and Daisy looked at me oddly and began going for it quite heavily...
Another time Daisy kicked me in the stomach when, during finals, I was just sitting about, watching "Antiques Roadshow"
This had turned me on so much that I'd eaten Daisy out and asked her for more and more punishment.
Daisy was shameless. Once my sister, Chiapel, came to visit, Chia had always looked up to me, but also resented me a bit...I wasn't always nice, and Daisy had not only whipped me with an umbrella on the train, but allowed Chia to remove my panties and do it again at home!
But I loved Daisy, even with all the humiliation!
And I followed Daisy back to America so she would continue my "mistreatment" but Daisy, sadly was just an experimenter...
Daisy's married now, kids, runs some hedge fund called Stonevelt-Stonewiler. I get wet thinking of her, but alas...she was unique!
I went through a few more male and female dominants, in my search for another Daisy!
It wasn't until I came to do graduate work at Indiana State that I met Triena.
I am getting a PhD in astrophysics, and this school may not be the best one, but I stayed here for Trie, way past the M.A. I was supposed to get, and I've even gotten a job in town, just so I can look after my beautiful, cruel roommie.
Trie has dominated me everywhere, it seems. My lab assistant Neilia quit after Trie asked to use Neilia's belt to "remind" me not to leave the bathroom in a mess before I left for work in the morning...
I tried to confront Triena, to explain to her that there are limits, but it seems impossible!
I remember that Triena could never understand how I could be so into her, and even as my Dominant Mistress, she insisted on reimbursing me for half the cost of the silver necklace with a rose quartz pendant I gave her for her birthday.
"It's not that I am in love with you, Triena" I told her once, "But you press my buttons...the exact thing I need, you know?"
Triena understood that I was straight for men, but loved to be disciplined by women. But she does know how to torture a girl!
And I'd better get hints.
Instead of ordering me to empty the dishwasher, Trie will just hint that her back hurts when she has to do it, and if I don't get the hint, I get thrashed with the pancake spatula!
The other night Triena was testing me on our couch, burning my nipples as I sat next to her, stripped to the waist.
It was a good lesson. Trie found my cigarettes, and I have been trying to quit. Everyone in France smokes, but it's been cutting into my wind as a sprinter, and I have such little self-discipline!
I remember when Triena caned me for eating too much starch and put me on green tea and antioxidants.
When I balked, she humiliated me by making me eat oatmeal from little packets while the rest of our friends gorged themselves in a restaurant!
Once I protested too much, when I was enjoying birthday ice cream cake on MY birthday at the Cheesecake Factory...
Triena took me out to the car by my ear and took my skirt and panties down and thrashed me with an old fan belt that I had in the back of my Volvo.
Then Triena made me spend the rest of the evening sitting in the car and waiting for her, making me remove my skirt and undies post spanking,
Triena put them in her handbag so she could be sure I'd stay there for the three hours until she came back out.
My mother used to do this to me when I acted up in restaurants, and I had made the mistake of telling Triena about this. Triena grew up in a far harsher African American family...but she still remembered my humiliating memories.
So sending me to the car on my twenty fifth birthday was pure joy for her!
Another friend, Ellesia, noted what happened, and whaddya know, she was a masochist in the making as well...
I understand she took Trie away from the festive board and went down on her, Ellesia did, in the Ladies' bathroom, while my friends ate my cake and I sat sadly in the bathroom...so Triena has quite the dance card of subs now, I surmise.
That night I missed my whole party and sobbed miserably in the car, but after that I did adjust my diet! Gobbled lentils like they were Madeleines. But smoking was a bear...and I kept sneaking off and having a cancer stick or two.
I knew Trie would be angry. When she is annoyed, it's trouble for me. A few nights ago she gave me a vicious caning because when I came home, I had a run in my stocking.
I explained that it had been a tough day for the team I supervise, and very stressful for me...but my panties came down anyway!
Wherever I go, she canes me on the spot, I recall when we were vacationing at the Sandy Lane Hotel in Barbados, I was short with the bellhop, and oh, Trie borrowed his belt...agh
But the stocking thing a few nights ago was an epic whipping!
As the cane came down, I remember Triena kept calling me "Old Elephant legs" because of the bulges in the nylon...
But tonight, the torture is far crueler, against my luscious titties...
"Hold still, Oliete, don't cry so much. That's a good girl." Trie pushed the burning top of my American Spirit cigarette right in the middle of my areola, the one my boyfriend calls "luscious" and I clenched my teeth.
It's probably not as bad as when Daisy, my old roommate rubbed habaneras peppers on my tits, or the time I was doused with Icy Hot, at a BDSM club in North Carolina.
"Oh, it hurts Trie..." I moaned. "And you are making my nips look awful."
"This is good for you, and I so enjoy it." Triena snickered.
Part of this I think is that Triena has always been jealous of my rack. I have quite a bosom, and since Fourth Form in school, boys and some girls have flocked to it like flies to a turd.
When I first asked Triena to take over my discipline, she immediately went to punching and tormenting my honeys as often as she could.
Lauralyn, a local subbie I met here in town, who had heard my laments about Triena's assault on my breasts, was quite focused when she met Trie.
Immediately, after shaking hands, Lauralyn had unbuttoned her top and pulled out her melons and stared at the floor, and Trie had gotten the message.
I remember leaving the room while Triena assaulted them with a salad fork...
But now my own boobies are in the dock, so to speak!
Triena giggled. "My sister had this experience. White people are cray-cray, I think.
Tundra married a little submissive Jewish boy who needed punishment, and then his father told Tundi that HE could use it too, so now Tundra goes over to the old guy's house and whips his bare ass when he neglects to dust his library...what's with y'all?"
As she asks me, Trie casually slaps my right tit, scratching it with her razor sharp bright purple nails. "I mean, we black folk have been struggling just for a little respect, and you guys want to be taken down a peg. It's too much, it really is."
Triena chuckled.
"The other day I was over there, and Tundra told Myron to come in the library without his pants and carrying the belt, she wanted to show me something on how to whip a guy, and Myron whines "I've been so good, Tundra, I've given you no reason to be upset with me..."
And then she goes "Myron, I didn't ask you how your behavior was, I asked you to take off your pants and undies and bring me the belt! " And she really made his ass a cherry pie, let me tell you!"
Suddenly Treina pushed the glowing butt over a part of my nipple that was already sore from when she'd twisted it, and I moaned.
Triena boxed my right ear, laughing as I looked somewhat dazed. I began crying quietly.
"No, Oliete," Trie said tenderly.
She stroked my chin as I burst into further fresh tears. "You ain't supposed to be a crybaby-you teach judo after all. You must know how sad I was when Kaci told me she saw you smoking in Deming Park."
Triena looked sad, and burned a new welt just under the areola of my left tit.
"And Tineke Merrethew told me you bummed a fag on Thursday after you two went jogging. That's no good for your lungs. How can we let that go?"
I nodded, tears rolling down my face. "I (sob) understand, Triena."
"Please don't exacerbate your sins by making all these moaning noises. Tineke also said you dropped your butt on the ground and stomped it and left it there."
Triena re-lit the cigarette, as the last poke had extinguished it into my skin, and then gave my pretty flat tummy a jab, and made a nice little reddish charcoal spot there, right above my navel. Now how am I going to show my belly button at the beach?
"I will reward your littering of Deming Park by making you eat this ciggie butt when I'm done with it. Don't make that face or our burn this out on your tongue as well."
She snickered. "Remember, I gave you training sucking off my stylist to prep you for impressing your new boyfriend!
And if you can get a fag like Friedly hard, and I whipped you while you were doing it, Gilbert should fall in love with you..."
"I'm a great domina and I do it for free, you ungrateful little bitch."
I knew what she was referring to!
You see, once a month I pay two guys to tie me down and whip me and take turns fucking my face and ass until they've cum several times...and then they pee on me as I frig myself while kneeling on sandpaper, though Triena has made me masturbate while kneeling on broken glass.
This thing with the paid male hustlers has nothing to do with my relationship with my new boyfriend, Gilbert, who has asked curiously from time to time about the fading welts on private parts of my skin!
I have a dream that one day I will break away psychologically from the dependence of a sadomasochistic relationship.
I mean, every provocation and interaction with Triena seems to result in an OTK spanking for me.
A month ago, I tutored Triena through her German exam, and she was so angry that I understood the material better than she (I am multilingual, having grown up speaking five languages) that even after she got an "A" she whipped my bare clit with a slide rule for my "arrogance" about being so smart!
I should complain but it's so damn hot! I love Gilbert, but he really can't take me to the heights I take myself rubbing my vaj against a table leg as Triena whips my bare ass...I like the idea of a normal relationship, I think, more than the relationship itself, but I would die if Gil knew this.
