Lisa and robert - Part I
I'm a 33 year old partner in a major Washington, D.C., law firm, and for the
past two years, I've been living with Lisa, a para-legal at the same firm.
Lisa's an absolutely georgeous woman with long, almost black hair which she
usually wears in a pony-tail. A year older than I am, she's also a couple of
inches taller, nearly six feet in flats. She was a ballet dancer when she was
younger and retains the grace, flexibility and ease of movement of a dancer.
She still gets a lot of exercise -- aerobics and weight training. She's
unusually strong for a woman.
She's my mistress, and I'm her slave. I wear a ring through my scrotum, just
below the base of my balls, and I have her signature tattooed on my ass. We're
getting married next month, and the only reason I'm not taking her name, which I
would certainly do if she demanded it, is that she feels it might hurt me
professionally. She is keeping her name, of course.
Here's how our adventure began. We worked together a little, and I was quickly
attracted to her because she's smart, agreeable to be around, witty and sexy as
well as beautiful. Dating co-workers is a bit tricky, and I also feared that
Lisa might balk at going out with someone shorter than she is. But I decided to
give it a whirl and persuaded her to have dinner and go to the movies with me
one night, and we clicked. We had conventional sex on our second date and were
soon together several nights a week, despite office demands. I fell completely
in love with her and asked her to marry me. She demurred but agreed to live
with me.
Six months after Lisa moved in, I screwed up my courage and told her my
fantasies about female domination. They've been with me for years, refreshed
regularly by reading the Internet. Up to then, I hadn't had any experience with
my fantasies but I really wanted Lisa to take control. Maybe subconsciously I
had chosen Lisa to begin with because I recognized her as my superior.
She resisted the idea at first, saying she loved me too and was afraid it would
demean me. But eventually I succeeded in convincing her to try it as a game.
At first, I supplied most of the ideas. But that didn't last long. Lisa soon
found that she enjoyed my submission and before long it was no longer a game.
Lisa has one hell of an imagination -- I stipulated that she was smart. Once
she embraced her dominant position, she took me far beyond anything I ever
dreamed of. My ideas are no longer wanted.
At her command, I wear a locked chastity device to which she has the only key.
While she permits me to have bodily hair in my groin, she requires me to
eliminate all hair on my scrotum and around my anus. I am examined, over her
lap, once a week. Any hairs on my balls that escaped my razor are removed with
wax and I am severely punished for having missed them. Hairs in the crack in my
ass are also stripped with wax, and there's a punishment for missing those too,
though less severe because it's harder for me to shave back there.
Under my clothes, at all times during the day, I wear Lisa's soiled panties from
the previous day. It arouses me by keeping me conscious of my slave status.
The chastity device prevents me from having an erection but I am in a constant
state of arousal. Recently, Lisa has taken to wearing panty girdles, though
she does not require them with her trim figure. They are worn for me, not for
her. The control panels increase the tightness around my cock and balls.
When Lisa's menstruating, I also wear her used rag. She never uses a tampon at
night, and her night-time pad is transferred to me in the morning. Sometimes,
if I'm being punished for being too hairy, my balls are tied off with rawhide,
which is anchored in the ring. The discomfort increases as the day wears on.
With the chastity device on, I am unable to loosen the knot, and in any case
would be severely punished if I tried.
We make love often. Sometimes, it's normal sex. But since Lisa is now my
Mistress and no longer play-acting, my slavery is generally incorporated in our
love-making.
Frequently the sex begins when Lisa returns from her thrice-weekly exercise
class. She wears gear I purchased for her on her instructions that is designed
to increase bodily heat and, therefore, perspiration. She continues to wear
those clothes through the first part of our encounter, when she exerts a lot of
energy and continues to sweat profusely.
I greet her on her return from class in the nude and with my forehead pressed to
the carpet. On Inspection Day, making me my balls and anus hairless is the
first order of business. I am required to keep track of the hairs she finds,
knowing that I will be punished for every hair.
On other days, I am simply draped over her lap for an initial spanking with her
hand and a hairbrush or slipper. Lisa knows very well how much I can tolerate
-- and takes me much further. She stops when she's ready, not when I am.
After my ass is fiery red, I am made to bend over and hold my ankles while she
swats me with my old fraternity paddle. Because of Lisa's physical strength,
the paddling is quite harsh. Receiving it several times a week really gets to
my sitter, so I now have a standing desk at the office and use it most of the
time. Sitting through long meetings is agony. I am required to tell Lisa when
such meetings are scheduled so that she can add more swats to make certain I am
aware during those meetings of her presence.
Once a week on Inspection Day, when the spanking and paddling have concluded, I
am ordered to lie face down on the bed while she uses the springy horsewhip I
bought her. She whips me until she draws blood. The welts make a wonderful
criss-cross pattern and last the entire week.
Strokes are added for the number of hairs she was forced to pluck: one for each
hair taken from my balls and one for every three hairs from the crack in my ass.
If the total of extra strokes is five or more, I will have my balls bound in
rawhide the next day.
When she's done with the spanking, paddle and whip, we make love. I help her
out of her sweat gear and begin by tonguing and massaging her entire body,
drinking in her odor and perspiration. That takes about an hour. After the
massage is completed, I get to eat her sweaty pussy, a wonderful taste treat. I
cannot begin to describe how arousing I find it to service my mistress when she
has been perspiring. It is far more powerful for me than any perfume.
Only after Lisa is completely satisfied does she invites me to enter her. As
we fuck, I am very conscious of the ring I wear in my sac. I feel it as I slam
into her. The sensation is incredibly erotic. Sometimes Lisa has me lie on my
back while she climbs on my prick facing my feet. She likes to play with my
ring while she uses me.
When we're all finished, Lisa goes off to take her shower. Before stepping into
the shower stall, she wipes herself thoroughly with her panties. Her juices and
mine, the remainder of her perspiration, and the odor of her asshole will flavor
the panties I wear the following day.
While Lisa takes her shower, I don her sweat suit, which will be my night
clothes. Her sweat encompasses me. Lisa sleeps in the nude and I am expected
to tongue her back and front whenever I wake during the night. She will
sometimes allow me to eat her to orgasm in the middle of the night but she has
never invited me to take off her/my clothes and fuck.
In the morning, I am made to strip and receive a wake up spanking, refreshing
the redness of my ass. Then I shower, dress in her precious panty girdle and
business suit, and we have breakfast and go to work. When the rawhide cord is
part of my day's uniform, Lisa ties it, pulling hard to make sure it bites.
Lisa has been careful to keep my status secret. I had my scrotum pierced and
the tattoo done on a trip we took to New York. She signed my ass with a felt
tip pen, and the tattoo artist did the rest. The ring she had inserted in me is
an earring with a dangle bearing her initials. It feel it against me as I
walk.
The only person in Washington who's in our secret thus far is my female
internist, Heidi, whom Lisa chose for me. I resisted the idea of seeing a
female doctor but Lisa silenced my protests. Not until later did I discover
that Heidi and Lisa had been roommates in college.
The first time I went to see Heidi was the most embarrassing experience of my
life. She took my medical history in her office, then sent me into an
examining room to undress. By design -- she knew my schedule -- Lisa had used
the whip on me the night before, so my welts were fresh. Having failed
inspection, I also had my balls tied in rawhide. And of course Heidi saw my
chastity device, the ring in my sac and the tattoo. She smiled and said:
"Well, I see what you're into." That was all. But it completed my humiliation.
Of course, I was seriously aroused when she finished. Lisa made me recite the
details that evening.
Heidi has since been to dinner at our house. Lisa forced me to make the call
and extend the invitation. I tried to refuse and received an especially severe
whipping that night. For my temerity, she also made me wear the rawhide cord
around my balls for three straight days and nights, which was exceptionally
painful and left a mark on my scrotum that lasted more than a week.
The night that Heidi came to dinner the principal topic of conversation was my
slave routine. Lisa told Heidi how I had tried to refuse calling and explained
how she had punished me. I was in a high state of arousal all evening though
the chastity device prevented me from achieving an erection. As she left,
Heidi said: "I hope you will use him harshly this evening. I think he needs
it."
After Heidi left, Lisa took me up to our bedroom and beat me with particular
relish. For the first time, she got me not merely to beg for mercy but actually
to cry. When I joined her in bed, she was less sweaty than usual but she was
drenched in her own juices. Clearly, the scene with Heidi and my humiliation
had aroused her mightily.
I'm not sure what the future holds for Lisa and me after marriage but I'm sure
her plans for me will involve further humiliations. I can almost get hard
thinking about it.
