Dear Shoeblossom:
I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the gardener greets me respectfully "Mr. Wegg, how are you?" I grin at him.
Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city... and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan.
"Hello, Pom." She greets me, smiling.
Zee smiles and my cock hardens in the chastity device, a plastic polycarbonate locking mechanism.
Zee is ash blonde and has an adorable pug nose, and looks like she's twelve, if you don't see the large generous double D breasts below her neck, or the long curvy legs that she keeps in seamed stockings and high heeled pumps much of the time.
" But then Zee points a long amber nail at the coffee table and, sadly I can observe a thick wooden paddle, a leather strop and two canes.
"I think you're up for a discipline session, Palmer."
Zee says coldly, taking an appraisal of my dismay.
"It's been a good little while, and I've noticed a lack of respect....almost as if you were adjusting to my rule, instead of accepting it."
I stammered. "But-but darling, I've not given you any reason for discipline, have I?
I 've kept up with the housework, and I baby sit so you can go out with your boyfriends.
I even blew your bisexual lover Dirk when you asked me, even though I'm not gay, it's disgusting, and he doesn't bathe his private parts."
I flung down my briefcase and looked at Zenobia resentfully." I've tried so hard to be a good boy, and please you, honey. And I've not cum in 93 days!"
Normally Zee lets me jerk off every 90 days, and of course on Christmas and my birthday, but she had not given me a "Squirtie date" at the ninety day mark.
"Why do I need a discipline training session?"
"Because it's a TRAINING session, Palmer."
Zee said, casually picking up the thick wooden paddle.
"It's for your own good. Certainly you've manipulated things lately so you've not gotten any punishment, but you always were an apple polisher,.
Zee laughs "I remember that from when we were in college, at nineteen years old...my greaser friends in the Engineering Department used to rub your nose in the grass for having the right test answers and showing them up.
No, you need a bit of training, and I insist that you take off your jacket, your pants and underpants—leave on your socks and shoes, you may be whipped in the back yard—and bend over the armchair of the couch."
As I bitterly began taking down my trousers, speak of the devil, Dirk the lover walks in, holding yet another cane in his tanned hands. Zee smiles.
"Dirk is here to help me out...when my little arms get tired of whipping you, he will take up the slack, won't you darling? And you'll learn what it's like to be whipped by a MAN."
When I was in my twenties, my brothers and I all decided to live with my father and his girlfriend, Mistress Hedwig...we had grown up without any discipline at all, but at ages 25, 23, and 28 decided to let a dominatrix change our lives!
"Take out your penis, Pearson" Mistress Hedwig would order in her gravelly voice. She was quite beautiful, Mistress Hedwig—long red hair tied up in a bun, and full sturdy breasts...she wore these high-necked dresses, but you could still tell how beautiful she was—but she was strict and implacable.
As was her friend Tammy, who lived in the attic, and was also a temptress...
30 year old Pearson would beg and cry, as our woman cousins, in their cute little tube tops and shorts would giggle, watching.
But Mistress Hedwig's teeth would grit, and Pearson, on the verge of tears, would unzip his pants and pull out his long cock, and, kneeling on a stool, would lay it on the counter, blushing in humiliation.
"You see, Pearson?" Mistress Hedwig would smile as she pulled out the car oriel that she'd cut off her Grandpa's Studebaker just before they junked it.
"Is it worth it, your incessant onanism?
Now, Tammy, rub Pearson's dickie a little, and give me a big target."
And 20 year old Tammy, the cute little ash blonde cousin, who lived a comparatively free life, not having to wear formal clothes (she dressed like a Daisy Duke slut) and no early curfew, who came to visit us just to have stories to humiliate us with at school...
Yes, sexy, curvy Tammy would then reach over and run her long purple nails up and down Pearson's cock, stroking the underside of his penis until it was quite large and pulsating, before she pulled away.
And then Mistress Hedwig would command Pearson to put his hands behind his back ("Must I tie them?") as he begged and cried and pleaded.
But then of course he would, and Mistress Hedwig would swing the car oriel repeatedly against Pearson's dick whacking it again and again into the unforgiving Formica until it was small and bloody...before she'd then ask Tammy to stroke it hard again, so she could take another shot!
Mistress Hedwig could be cruel, but she did teach me self control. I now can hold my bowels for hours if need be, as well as my bladder.
Mistress Hedwig used to punish me by making me conjugate Latin verbs for hours at my desk, wearing only a pair of over-sized plastic pants in the shape of a diaper.
I would become very in need of a bathroom break, but Mistress Hedwig would forbid me to leave my desk until I had completed my task.
Sometimes the pee would drool out, as well as the poop, after I'd been working at the Latin task for more than four or five hours.
But then Mistress Hedwig and Tammi would take me out in the back yard, strip me naked, and turn the hose on me, no matter what the weather was.
Mistress Hedwig also would put me on "bowel restriction" and lock me into a small metal cap around my cock, with a catheter inserted, and send me to school, after giving me a few glasses of iced tea.
I would have to sit through the day, my kidneys aching, before rushing home to beg Mistress Hedwig to let me out of my catheter.
Of course sometimes she would lock the front door and make me wait from three to six on the steps, holding my stomach and hoping I didn't explode.
Mistress Hedwig also was very strict about chores. She would instruct me, an adult grad student to mow the lawn and then cut around the edges, and she would inspect the work.
If I missed one blade of grass, Mistress Hedwig would cut a switch, and, ordering me to strip, would whip me with a thorny rose branch until my screams alerted the neighborhood, and all the cute college girls who lived down the block would come and watch me jumping around naked as Mistress Hedwig chased me with the switch, her breasts heaving in her print frock.
So discipline was tight..and I learned to appreciate the little blessings...little as they were...
Mistress Hedwig also made Pearson and I sell magazine subscriptions for her church, and if we were lacking in our sales, she would cane our cocks in the front yard, as our hands were chained together.
Yes, us back to back, stark naked while Mistress Hedwig whacked one cock and Tammy whacked the other, as we froze in the February weather, quite bitter in Kansas...
My housemate Tammy was quite beautiful, though...and later, after I was dressed and my tears dried, Tammy would kiss me and apologize for having to be so mean..." Pom, you know I love you..."
Zenobia, my darling wife is quite beautiful, and after long months in chastity I am almost out of my mind as she parades in front of me in demibra bikini underwear...
Oh her small but perfectly formed buttocks twitching in my face as I kneel miserably...her breasts bouncing merrily as she dances in my face!
How I cry when Zee rubs her breasts and taunts me with them, reminding me that I've not been allowed to touch them since the honeymoon, and how only real men, her sexy boyfriends get to kiss her smooth nipples, and titty-fuck her with their large cocks.
"Your penis is like a hanging labia, Palmer...isn't that too bad?"
But Tammi's body was formidable, and she would also decorate her own peach breasts in frilly underwire bras, and sometimes she would tie me to the bed, remove my underwear and then dance in front of me, laughing nastily as my cock would grow.
As I lay there, bound and writhing, my horny body bouncing, Tammi would lean down and rub her pink orbs against my own narrow chest and then sometimes rub her nipples on my penis, which would harden into a baseball bat, it seemed...
Tammi would sometimes then lecture me solemnly for my bad wee- wee, and take one of her thick mules off, and beat my balls with the heel until I screamed!
Before dropping the shoe again... and kissing my tear stained face, and telling me she was my sweet baby, as she'd stroke my nipples, before of course, twisting them!
Other times Tammi would jerk my cock for hours, pulling back just as I was on the brink of cumming...
Yes, she'd sometimes shove one of her pointed purple nails into my urethra until I was about to scream, though of course I didn't want Mistress Hedwig to catch us!
Three hours into a teasing, my cock and balls would be quite a hue of blue, and Tammi would be laughing as she'd bunch her cleavage together with one hand as she stroked the pulsing, throbbing vein on the bottom of my engorged penis with the other.
"You are such a dork, Palmer. I know you want me. My boyfriend, Skezz Mulcahy, the head gangster in the Smoking area thinks you are such an honor society dork.
He really loves punching your face in when you sneak by the Engineering seminar on your way to choir practice. What a little faggot you are...and you'd do anything to get in my pants, wouldn't you?"
And there she had me...
One of the worst situations that Tammi put me in, was when she invited me to a rainbow party.
A rainbow party is when a group of twentysomethings get together, and the girls try on different lipsticks and then give the boys blowjobs.
I had seen my cousin and her friends holding multicolored lipsticks at the cosmetics counter at Walgreens, and I was excited for attending this...
After all, I was a star athlete, and thought all the high school football stars would be there...and they were!
I'd heard from a friend that after one party he'd been at, (I had wanted to go, but Mistress Hedwig wouldn't let me out that night)
That he'd had a rainbow of different lipstick marks on his penis, as seven different girls had gone down on him...what fun!
And Tammi ran interference with Mistress Hedwig so I could get out...but when I got to the party, Tammi and her friends Naomi, Rachel, Eden and Ruthie, put me in a ballet tutu and gave me a wig...
Yes and told me that I would be "Pernilla" for the night...they wanted my cocksucking skills!
