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So here it is, a normal Sunday afternoon, and then it happens, a severe infraction of the rules by slave desiree.  It was during a relatively normal situation for us.  Desiree was in the bathroom, just stepping out of the shower.  I happened to walk in as she was drying, and, in a passionate moment, we started to kiss.  After a couple minutes of this, I ordered her to go to the bed so that we could elevate the amore.  She eagerly complied. 

Laying on her back, hips on the edge so that I can have easy access to her genitalia, I start gently licking her pussy.  This is an activity in which I take great pleasure and can do literally for hours.  I love the smell, taste, wetness, and, most importantly, her response to my efforts.  I know I may be the Dom, but I love performing this “submissive” sex act for desiree.

Anyway, she is responding to my efforts in a positive manner, moving her hips up and down so that she can “masturbate” on my tongue, which is resting on the opening of her urethra (the spot she likes the most).  In my excitement, I move my lips up to her clit, and start to suck on it…and the clit ring at the same time.  Apparently this action caused much pain, because it caused her to perform a “felony”; she told me to “stop”.

There are only two felony infractions in my book for my slave: 1) not being naked in my presence, and 2) not immediately complying with an order, or asking me to stop during some activity.  Since these are serious mistakes, I take the correction just as seriously.  So where’s the problem?  I should just render the punishment and move on, just like it states in most every document or book that you read on “how to be a Dom”.   The problem is the fact that I do love her, and she loves me, and it is difficult to determine the appropriate sentence while her tears are dropping on my face.  I know she does not like pain.  I am sure that she would do most anything to avoid a punishment, and really does go out of her way to please me.  She did not make the mistake willingly, as the dreaded word “stop” just slipped, almost unconsciously, out of her mouth.  She was definitely upset that such a pleasurable, tender, loving moment turned suddenly into a felonious predicament.  It wasn’t like she absolutely refused to carry out a direct command, or pranced around me with her clothes on.  No, this was just an innocent slip of the tongue.

However, if I let this infraction slide by, what good is my word?  I told her long ago that if she ever told me to stop, that it would have serious consequences.  She even agreed that this should be a punishable offence.  But the tears keep flowing. And the look on her face is one of extreme sadness, not fear of an impending torment, but sadness.  I must have missed the chapter in the “How To Be a Dom” book explaining how to punish a person you love, someone you value as more than just a BDSM play partner.  Damn, this 24/7 Dom/sub stuff is truly hard to live if you love each other, and the sub is not into pain, but the Dom is (at least to a certain degree).

My desiree knows that a felony punishment is meant to be harsh, and definitely more painful than anything we have done up to this point.  This should be so intense that she will never think of doing this misdeed ever again, regardless of the circumstances.  My goal, after all, is to have a perfectly trained slave that performs all tasks to a standard of excellence, not one that I have to punish frequently to get the desired results.  And definitely not one that would willingly break one of the two cardinal sins that I have carefully spelled out for her.

So after careful thought, I decided on a punishment that is meant for a much less harsh crime:  ten hard spanks with a hairbrush.  I thought about adding in a full day of drinking my urine as well, since I know she does not particularly like that activity, but then I passed on that idea.  I did, however, let her know that another breach of this agreement would result is a severe punishment suitable for a felonious act.  I actually felt good about my decision, because I know deep down that desiree is doing her best to make my life great, and that I would receive no pleasure in carrying out a harsh sentence. 

In this case, compassion was a greater thrill than the sadistic joy of delivering torment.  After announcing my sentence, desiree smiled in approval, knowing that I was giving her a mindful, and just, punishment.

We ended this session with three orgasms for her, one very good for myself, and the satisfaction that we worked through yet another problem faced by a loving couple that is trying to make this alternative lifestyle work.

The lights of Omaha have long been out of view as we are heading south down I29 toward Missouri.  Yes, it is our roadtrip to visit the family for Thanksgiving.  It’s dark outside, and the traffic has subsided as we speed on our way toward St. Joseph, MO, where we will be spending the night at the local Holidy Inn. 

 This trip is a little different than previous ones because we are using a rental Toyota Matrix, a vehicle definitely designed with economy in mind,  instead of my roomy Ford F150 (the mechanic broke off 4 spark plugs during a tune up, so it’s still in the shop). Trying to make a positive out of a negative, I at least know that desiree will be much closer to me while performing some of our travel rituals. 

Somewhere between Omaha and the Missouri border, I order desiree to remove her pants and shoes.  As stated in an earlier blog, I many times will have her naked, or nearly naked, in the car.  Well, now is the perfect time for her to begin undressing.  Once she has removed the specified clothing, she adjusts her position in the seat to comply with my demands while sitting in the car without clothes.  Essentially, her back is resting against the passenger side door with her legs spread wide.  One bare foot is resting on the front of the seat, turned in such a way that I can view the arch of her foot (I have a foot fetish, so I attempt to have her feet in the most visible position possible at all times).  Her other foot , at this moment is on my lap.

It’s dark in the car, so I cannot see her beautiful body very well, but my fingers can definitely manipulate her pussy.  I alternate between placing my fingers inside her opening and gently rubbing inside her sensitive pussy,next to the G spot, and then removing the fingers so that I can stroke her hairy labia.  I love to feel her moistening cunt and pussy, so  my hand explores this area for many miles.

desiree loves to have her feet rubbed, and since I have a foot fetish, I enjoy indulging  her with this treat on occasion.  Leaving her pussy, my right hand now begins to massage her left foot.  Soft moans can be heard from the passenger’s seat as I use varying pressure on the sole.  She is now warmed up to be finger fucked.

It hasn’t been mentioned yet in any blog posts, but desiree is VERY orgasmic.  To give any readers a general idea as to how orgasmic she truly is, on a 5 day summer trip to Door County, WI, she had well over 300 orgasms (I stopped counting at that point).   It is not uncommon for her to have up to 10 in a relatively short love making session, so give us 5 days, a lot of interstate driving time, and plenty of alone time in a motel, and 300 is not hard to achieve.

Anyway, now that she is primed, desiree takes my right hand and places it on her pussy, which is her  signal meaning “fuck me Master”. 

Happy to oblige, I start by inserting one finger while she readjusts herself in the seat so that I can more easily thrust my finger as deeply as possible in her cunt.  One finger can just barely hit the target I am groping for (her cervix), but she is now so hot that the first orgasm is already on the way.  I now add a second finger so I can now probe deeper into the vagina. 

From experience I know that there is a spot on her cervix that, if stimulated with the appropriate pressure, will produce an orgasm almost everytime.  Two fingers allows me to massage this spot easily.  By now, she has adjusted her hips so that her opening is pointing more toward the car ceiling, allowing me easy access to her pleasure center.  Eight or so orgasms later, I remove my fingers and let her gain her composure.

Later on, after refueling at some distant off ramp, I now have her remove all of her clothing.  It’s safe for her to have this kind of exposure due to the relatively light traffic and the fact that the car is dark inside.  If I feel that there is a chance for othes to see, I have her cover her top so that no one  is offended.  Her nudity, at least in the car, is for my pleasure only.  In my truck, we can get away with removing her pants even during daylight hours, because we are generally much higher than other vehicles, so I exploit this fact to allow myself the pleasure of finger fucking her even during short daytime trips around town.  This is a little more risky for sure, but we are very discreet.

She remains naked until we arrive in St. Joseph.  We check into the Holiday Inn, and once we step into the room, desiree immediately removes all of her clothes.  Unfortunately for her, she forgot to pack my razor,which she admitted to me earlier at dinner, so she will now receive her punishment for being unfocused.  I gave her the option of whipping her pussy with my belt, or having her butt spanked with my hairbrush, a sensation I know she does not like.  Predictably, she opts for the belt. 

Laying on the bed, legs up in the air, hands on her ankles, she awaits her punishment. I double up the belt, and, with medium intensity, whip her clit….and clit ring.  Apparently, the clit ring adds much in terms of stimulation , because she immediately doubled up in pain, and tears came swiftly to her eyes.  I gave her time to recover, and offered her the option to receive the hairbrush instead, which she  accepted.

Immediately, I instruct her to get into the greeting position (forehead and tits on the floor, kneeling on her wide spread knees, arms  crossed in front of her head, large toes touching).  This position gives me such a beautiful view of her lovely shaped ass and her pussy, but it also affords me unfettered access to these regions as well for punishments.  I have decided on ten smacks with the hairbrush, each hit alternately striking opposite cheeks.  She yelps with each blow, but I am undeterred.  Finally her ordeal is finished, and we then soak into our jacuzzi, turn on the air conditioner, slip into bed, and quickly drift off to sleep.

The alarm clock starts to beep at 6 AM, signalling the start to a normal Tuesday morning.  desiree asks permission to get up and feed the cats.  This request is granted, but before she leaves the warm bed, she takes my flaccid cock in her mouth, and gently brings it to an erection, alternately deep throating the entire shaft and licking the sides like her favorite flavored lollipop.  This is a well rehearsed requirement that is automatically performed anytime desiree is permitted to leave the bed. 

Once erect, she gives me a kiss and stumbles out of bed.  She disappears into the kitchen, while I remain in bed, attempting to squeeze a last few moments of rest before starting  my day.  Once the cats are taken care of, desiree slips into the master bathroom to start the shower.  This accomplished, she returns to the bedroom,  naked, and turns down the sheet and blanket.  Extending her beautiful hand, I grab it so that she can help  tug my 230 lb body out of bed.  Hand in hand, we walk to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the shower, I watch her step inside to adjust the water to my preferred warm, but not hot, temperature.  Satisfied, she invites me in to join her.  It is now her duty to act as my personal attendant, performing all tasks necessary, and some not so necessary, to make my morning as enjoyable as possible.

First, she washes my hair.  Usually I will enjoy this step  with my eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her slender fingers massaging my scalp while she applies the shampoo, warm water all the while pounding on my back.  I turn around, facing the shower nozzle, and rinse.

Next, she washes my entire body with a washcloth and the soap of her choice.  She makes special note to wash my cock and balls and anal region with great care.  After rinsing, I will now, usually, have her kneel in front of me.  Though she is not fond of her next task, this is one in which I enjoy.  Once properly positioned, I proceed to urinate on her beautiful tits, stomach, sometimes up to her neck, and maybe her arms, legs, or her hands.  This is part of her humiliation training, and she has now become accustomed to this ritual.  At first, she admitted to me that this made her feel objectified, but after numerous discussions, she is now accepting of this treatment, knowing that she is participating in an activity that I enjoy.  It was important for me to explain to her that I, in no way, do this to lower her self esteem or to make her feel less than human, but in fact, the reason for this activity is the simple truth that I like water sports, nothing more, nothing less. 

Once I have completely relieved myself, I help her to her feet so that she can rinse off.  Once clean, she turns off the water, and completely dries me from head to toe.

Now it’s time for desiree to do my hair, apply deoderant, shave my face and neck, dispense my medications, and apply moisturizer to my face.  While I personally place my contacts, floss, and brush my teeth, I will have her either kneel in front or behind me, and either suck on my cock or lick my anal region.  This is the reason that she places so much attention on cleaning these areas while in the shower.  For me, what a better way to enjoy such mundane tasks than to have my slave pleasuring me while engaged in these activities.

Bathroom duties completed, now we head back into the bedroom.  After turning on the TV to CNN, she proceeds to dress me.  She has predetermined what I will wear, and has precisely pressed my shirt and pants.  She wants her Master to look his best at work, so she knows  the importance of this step. 

Satisfied, I send her off to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast, which usually consists of breakfast cereal.  She will eat with me as well.  It is at this time that we will usually discuss the business of the day, and I will present my list of services that I will have her perform before I return home from work.  These are usually a mixture of household duties, items to address for either her or my business, and researching various sexual topics on the Internet.  I leave it up to her to decide when to work out at the gym, but she knows that I require her to remain in great shape, so she attempts to make this trip as often as possible.

Finally, as time permits, I may engage in some sensation training for her.  This may involve clothespin placement, slapping and /or whipping her pussy, caning of the buttocks, or anything else that I desire.  To her credit, she is adjusting to this training well, and never hesitates to carry out the tasks demanded of her.  I am careful not to extend her limits too far, since she is not (yet, at least) a pain slut.  Before I leave, I will have her place clothes pins on her tits and pussy, and stand in the window facing the driveway so that I may see her beautiful body and face as I drive off to work.

Thus starts another day at our household.

A recurring topic between Myself and desiree is how to structure our finances.  Even though we’re not currently married, we are living together and are totally committed to each other and to making our Dom/sub relationship work.  But how should the finances be handled?  I am a high-earning professional who makes enough money to pay our living expenses, with enough left over to make  mortgage payments on a house that I cannot sell to save my soul. I also make alimony payments to an ex.  So money is really not the problem. 

Desiree, on the other hand, is a freelance copywriter who is working on many projects, but none of which, at this time, are producing much of an income.  So she is somewhat reliant on me to help her  make ends meet. 

There are many financial and practical questions that come to mind as I further enslave desiree.  One of the largest is, as a slave…should she be able to have access to any money? 

I feel that the answer should be “no”, and she is in agreement.  A slave should be totally reliant on her Master to support her, so the financial details are what we are working on today.  We’re transferring all of her automatic withdrawals to my checking account and I am paying all other bills for her as well.  She does not currently have a credit or debit card, so I don’t have to cancel any of those accounts. 

She does have a business and personal checking account which we will close, so that all money will be deposited into my personal checking account.  She will not have access to this money.  There’s a relatively small amount of money in a 401k, which we have decided will require a double signature to withdraw any of those funds. 

She was worried about having emergency funds available should the need arise.  To solve this problem, I’ll apply for another credit card which will have a small credit limit. This will allow her access for any unforeseen situations.  But I will receive the monthly statement to make sure that no transactions take place. 

To complete the financial picture, desiree does have approximately $15,000 in debt from a previous marriage.  I’ll also pay these, but to help reduce her debt she’s agreed to sell me all of her assets. That money will be used to pay down the debt. 

I’m also a firm believer that a slave should own no possessions, so her selling everything to me will help to complete her enslavement.  We’re still working out the arrangements for the asset purchase, but there will be a bill of sale so that there will be no legal issues with the ownership.

Obviously, this is a great leap of faith for desiree.  To totally have nothing is indeed scary.  But for her to feel completely enslaved, this must be accomplished.  On my side, I realize that I’m taking on a major responsibility, one which I do not take lightly.  She trusts me to take care of her, and to not “screw her” in the end.  The reward, for my efforts, is owning desiree.

So now I have a slave.  What is it that I really want from desiree?  This is not as easy to figure out as I thought it would be.  First of all, I have to keep in mind that there are two people involved in this arrangement, not just me.  Of course I have fantasies, many of them dark and Sadistic.  I also love humiliation play.  As I mentioned earlier, I myself was for a short time a toilet slave, so am well versed in scat and urine play.  This does not mean that everybody enjoys this type of play.  And desiree has made it clear that she has no interest in playing with my waste.  However….I would not let her have any hard limits if she was willing to be my slave. 

Why should she have the choice whether to allow me the pleasure of using her anyway I see fit?  So she agreed to not have any limits whatsoever.  This, however, will be a topic for a future blog post.   As easy as it would be to demonstrate my total control over her, and live every fantasy, make her consume all of my waste, and perform all domestic duties around the house, I have to remember that she has willingly agreed to be my submissive, because she loves me greatly.  I, in turn, love her just as much. 

Consequently, I do want to make every effort to control her, yet make it as pleasurable for her as I can, so that she will feel that her submission to me was not a mistake.  I guess it is possible to be a Master with a conscience, and to keep my best friend and lover (who also happens to be my slave for life) happy as well.

Keeping all of this in mind, what have I decided that I want her to do for me?  First of all, I want her to be an excellent domestic servant.  We have already developed a morning routine that she follows to help me get ready for work in the morning.  She has to keep the house in immaculate condition, keep herself in great shape, cook an excellent meal in the evening, and help me at work in any manner that I require.  The list will continue to grow as we settle in to this lifestyle more.  But for now, this list of activities keeps her busy. 

Secondly, she must be naked at all times, except when her 18 year old daughter is present.  She has no problem with this, and I love her body.  The recent piercings that she endured set off a lovely set of breasts, and the clit hood ring dangles so beautifully below her labia. 

She will, at my command, remove her clothing in the car, and also in my office when nobody else is present.  Nudity is one of major tenets of her submission to me, and I will be unyielding in this demand. 

Beyond the requirements of her domestic servitude and her nudity, I have not yet decided how much of the other aspects of slavery that I will demand.  I know that I will continue her sensation training, even though she does not enjoy pain.  One may ask why I would do this.  The answer is pretty simple….I enjoy inflicting pain.  This is where I need to maintain control of myself, however.  I will continue to explore, and push desiree’s rather limited boundaries, and live out some of my fantasies as well.   It would just be easier if she was into pain, but oh well.  We have talked about this very topic at length, and she has agreed to let me do whatever I want, so…………

The activity that scares desiree the most is my love of humiliation.  I know that I will make her drink my urine, and she knows this also, but, for the time being, we have taken consuming scat off of the table.  She agreed to be my slave FOREVER if I would not make her eat shit (and if I agreed to not make her have a nude wedding).  With this lifetime agreement on the line, I thought I could give up scat as a requirement.  I do secretly hope that she will give me the opportunity to do this though as a gift to her Master.  Whether I would actually do this to her or not is still a question, but just knowing I could do it if I wanted would be a great gesture on her part.

So there you have it, this is what I want from my slave.  I will keep working on her sensation and humiliation training, just because I love it, but I will also keep her thoughts and emotions in mind as I do this.  My goal for her though is to make her my ultimate slave, one who can perform any task that I require, with grace and beauty.

Well, deciding to be Dominant was one thing.  What to do and how to do it was something else.  I have looked at numerous web sites, and read alot of material, not to mention the fact that I have fantasized and dreamt of a time like this occurring, but now I was actually faced with trying this lifestyle for real.  How to approach this was going to take some soul searching, and a tremendous amount of honest communication. 

First of all, I must say that to have desiree trust me enough to have me as her Dom is quite an honor.  First of all, to look at us, you would never think in a million years that we would be a couple who would explore this lifestyle option.  We are both professional, well regarded in our fields, articulate, funny, outwardly loving toward each other in public,  fun loving, and fit.  Not to say that others who explore this life are not the same, but we do not fit the caricature that the general public thinks of those who are “into S and M”.  To meet us you would think that we are just your everyday, average couple of 40 somethings who act like they love and respect each other.  When I met desiree, I never picked up on the submissive vibe.  Honestly, she had not been that sexually active due to her past relationships, so I wasn’t even sure if we would be sexually compatible (I am very sexual).  But we had a great first date, and have been virtually inseparable ever since.

So when I thought about this, I needed to put this type of lifestyle into a proper perspective.  desiree and Myself came up with a list of who she is, and how I think of her.  It goes something like this, and the order is important:

desiree, who are you?

1)  desiree

2)  your best friend

3)  your queen

4)  your partner

5)  sexy and sensual

6)  your slave

7)  a nymphomaniac

8)  your slut

9)  a nudist

10)  an exhibitionist

11)  anything you want me to be

That’s the list.  In one of desiree’s posts she will explain what each item on the list means and why it is in the order that it is.  Basically, it is important to note that we would still be together whether she was my submissive or not.  She brings alot of great qualities to the table and has tremendously improved my life.  So the items before the “slave” entry are there for a reason.  The fact that I get to be her Dom is truly just icing on the cake, but this icing is indeed very sweet and very rich.    With these thoughts in mind, I now had to decide what was important to me in this Dom/sub relationship.

Maybe most Doms knew that they were destined to live this type of lifestyle, but not me.  Of course I had fantasies about controlling beautiful women, directing them to do as I pleased, but I never suspected that I could actually live this lifestyle for real.  But getting to this point has been a circuitous path, to say the least.

Actually, I thought I was more suited to be a submissive.  Most of my BDSM fantasies revolved around cock and ball torture, the more over the top, the better.  It was not too hard to find partners willing to play “the game” with me.  However, when the scene was over, it somehow felt empty.  To compensate for this, I fantasized about even more  extreme scenarios. Eventually, I landed on toilet slavery as a potential path to sexual satisfaction.  Though I could perform the tasks required, it still did not lead me on the path to personal happiness (as if eating and drinking human waste could really do this, lol).  I really thought that surrendering myself to someone in this most intimate of ways would allow me to show them how much I loved them, and would let me express myself in a most unique and extreme fashion.   I also wanted to give myself to my partner in all ways, just not sexually. The thought really excited me.  Unfortunately…..doing this in even for a short period brought me into a near depression.  I just could not figure out why I felt I needed to make myself someone’s slave.  The thought was arousing, but actually doing it went against every feeling I had about myself. 

I slowly began to realize that I needed to have control over my life.  The lack of my control in the past could havebeen what led to two divorces and a whole host of other problems.  One of my goals has always been for my personal life to be as rewarding as my professional life, but no matter how hard I tried, this goal always seemed to be just out of reach, though I could always seem to see it dangling in front of me.  Being submissive was just not allowing me to achieve my goals.

My relationship with desiree did not start out as a Dom/sub relationship.   We met on an internet dating site (and not adultfriendfinder or alt.com, lol), and started dating in a traditional fashion.  I had, however, confessed to her that I had submissive tendencies, which did not scare her away.  She was very curious, and supported me in my quest, even encouraging me to pursue the submissive role with her, maybe for a week, or a month, just to see how it worked for me.  I began to tell her my deepest sub fantasies.  It was hard for me, but she understood my need to explore this lifestyle, since I had been seeking this for a good portion of my life.   We talked about it more and more, concentrating mostly on the toilet slavery aspect.  We played with it eventually, even having me sign a contract stating my duties and the consequences of me not following the intricacies of the contract to the letter.  The problem was, however, that neither one of us could stick to the program.  desiree stated, “You suck as a submissive” after one of our failures at living this life.  We laughed about it, but she was right, I really was not meant to be submissive.

During this same conversation, we discussed  whether we were going to continue pursuing BDSM as a lifestyle, or even for fun, for that matter.  Eventually desiree confessed that she found the submissive role to be much more to her liking than being dominant.  Honestly,she sucked at being a dominant, which she would readily admit to.  In past relationships, I had actually switched roles from time to time, and truly enjoyed being the Dom, but my fantasies always lead me back to the sub role.  But I had finally admitted to myself that I was not going to ever be a submissive, so I was willing to explore the Dominant lifestyle, since desiree was more than willing to try the submissive role.

We have now been exploring this for about two months, and it has been going well.  I no longer feel that I am compromising myself, and am living life the way that I should.  I am much closer to realizing the dream of having my personal life becoming as satisfying as my professional life.  And our relationship is growing closer by the day.  We have decided that this is going to be a long term, possibly a permanent, lifestyle.  On further posts I will try to explain what I am wanting from desiree, and why this is what I am seeking.  Being new to this type of lifestyle, I would enjoy hearing from other couples who have a similar arrangement.  Both desiree and myself understand that there will be certain challenges to overcome, since we are pursuing this as a 24/7 lifestyle.  If anyone has insights that could be helpful, such as things to try or avoid, I am eager to listen. I tend to be a quick study.