An Extra X Chromosome

You might want to check out a show called Prime Time Family Secrets on ABC Tuesday night at 10 p.m.

It's about a family in Ohio in which the husband has an extra X Chromosome, which is called Klinefelter' Syndrome.

The man has had a gender change operation and is now an attractive woman with a blog chloeprince.blogspot.com in which she says, "I ask you to watch this episode with an open heart and an open mind.''

The show apparently features the wife and their 7 and 6 year old boys, one of whom is quoted as saying, "She had girl inside her...so she went to a surgeon to get it out.''

And the wife, who married a man, is now living with a woman although she's not having sex with her former husband. And the wife still expects her former husband to do the man type chores like cutting the grass while the former husband wants to be a mommy.

This has caused stresses and one of the boys said, "We feel bad. We don't want them to argue.''

If you want to read about this, you can google prime time family secrets.

I just wonder if their marriage can survive all this and I'm curious why they would agree to go on national TV. Your thoughts? I'm especially interested in what you think if you watch the show.

Sex Addiction

What is the definition of a sex addict?
A. A male.

Hey, I like the joke if I say so myself.

What brought it up was a column in the USA Weekend issue called relationship tips by Dennie Hughes. She is asked if there is such a thing as a sex addict because when people get caught cheating, they blame a sex addiction.

She quotes author and psycotherapist Tina B. Tessina as saying that true sex addicts addicts are so obsessed with their need to have sex that they are dysfunctional in every aspect of their lives. Sounds like a blogger. (Another joke).

"The need to have sex is stronger than any of their relationships, their careers, their health or their reputation,'' she is quoted as saying.

I'm still not convinced there is such a thing as a sex addict but here's another joke:
What's the cure for sex addiction?
A. Having kids around the house.

So what are your thoughts. Do you think there is such a thing as sex addiction?

Training Lisa, part 7

For those of you who've been patient while I reposted the first six chapters of the Training Lisa Series, you'll be happy to know that this is a new chapter that wasn't previously posted on PK's elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com site although she was kind enough to provide the pictures.

I hope it has been worth the wait.

Florida Dom

Training Lisa, Part 7

Lisa was cramped and uncomfortable in her cage. She couldn't stretch out and if she moved too much, the welts on the front of her body from the morning's intense session would get irritated. So she tried to lie quietly and rest. She knew she was in for another intense session in her Sir's bondage room in the afternoon. She wanted to be prepared for that.

Yet, despite her discomfort, she was pleased. She had passed a big test this morning when her Sir brought her level of submission to new heights. She was happy that she served him, had endured the pain and hadn't used her safeword. She knew now she really was a pain slut who was turned on by absorbing the pain her Sir gave her. And, oh, the rewards. She had come so many times that she couldn't count them. By the end, she was begging for him to stop giving her more orgasms because both her clit and her pussy were so sore. She had never imagined wanting orgasms to stop. But since she didn't use her safeword, he just grinned and didn't stop. He waited until she was so exhausted that she stopped bucking against his tight bonds and just lay back on the table in exhaustion.

That was an experience that she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. Her Sir had brought her to levels that were more than she had ever fantasized about. She knew for a long time, even since before puberty, since before she had masturbated for the first time and was stunned by the pleasure she got when the orgasm wracked her body, that she wanted to submit to a Master. She wanted to be controlled. She wanted to serve. When she played games as a kid, she always waned to be tied up. She didn't know why she liked it, but she did. She had dreamed about light bondage and spanking. But never to this level. And now she had a chance to cool down and relax, she knew she wanted more. Even though all the welts were sensitive, she still wasn't sated.

She was eager to find out what he had in store for next. Coming over and over again like that as the pain turned to pleasure had become like a drug for her. She couldn't get enough. The more she got the more she wanted. She wasn't even sure what was happening to her. She was puzzled that she could get so much pleasure from pain. But she knew she did and now she knew she wanted to continue. She couldn't even imagine getting turned this way on by vanilla sex. She wanted the pain. She wanted the control.. She wanted to submit. She kept waiting for the room to the bondage door to open. And even though he still had a hood on and she couldn't see his face, she loved his muscular body, his big hands, his strong legs. It made her want to submit to him even more. This was a man's man, a man of her dreams, a man who could tame her, a man who could dominate her the way she wanted to be dominated.

She kept looking at the door, hoping for her Sir to return to the room. There were no clocks so she had no idea how long she had been in the cage. She figured she had dozed off a bit but not for long because she was so anxious to find out what was next. She was started to get hungry, but her real appetite was to submit to her Sir.

The reason was the door wasn't opening was that her Sir was in his den at his computer, blogging the latest chapter in his training of Lisa. He would always get a lot of hits every time he posted another chapter in his training of this woman. He knew that other men - and even women - enjoyed reading how he had molded her like a block of clay into the image he wanted. But he also knew she wanted to be molded. Even though she was a high powered business woman, she craved submitting to his desires. They were a perfect match.

He was an executive who had domed several women, but none of them like Lisa. She was not only beautiful with a body with a feminine scent that didn't need perfume and made his mouth water, but she was a strong woman. She was his intellectual equal. They could discuss business and politics as if she were a colleague. Which is why it was such a turnon to him to bend her to his will. It was much better than dealing with a compliant woman or a woman who wasn't as smart as he is. Doming a strong woman was much more satisfying. He was pleased with his training of her. She had started slowly to give her orders and each time she obeyed, there were new orders. And each time she obeyed, he kept bringing her to a new level.

And this morning in the bondage room, he had found out his first suspicions were correct. Beneath the well tailored business suits, beneath her commanding veneer, beneath her brusque manner in the board room was a woman who loved to absorb the pain, who was turned on by it. He was now pretty convinced that no matter what he had in store for her, she wouldn't use her safe word. Even if she didn't want to do something, she would eventually submit because she craved it. He knew that Monday morning, she would walk into the board room and be in total control and that none of her colleagues would dream that beneath her suit, she was wearing welts and bruises as a badge of honor. She knew that she liked to carry his marks. Just like she was proud that she wasn't allowed to shave under her arms. Or having to ask permission to go to
the bathroom. It was another sign of her submission.

Just when he was finishing his blog entry, the doorbell rang. The timing was perfect. He had ordered Chinese takeout delivered to his door. It was perfect for the meal he planned for her. The shrimp and fried rice and the wonton soup could be eaten out of bowls that he could place on the floor. She would have to eat on her knees like she was a pet. He knew she hated that, but
he knew she would submit to his wishes.

She got excited as she heard the door open. She couldn't wait to see him again. But she was disappointed when she saw him carrying two bowls. She knew what that meant. It was one thing to lap up water out of the bowl in her cage. It was another thing to eat food out of a bowl. It was so messy and got all over her face. She prided herself of always being so well groomed, on
having her makeup perfectly in place. It was so humiliating to have to eat like a pet. But she knew she couldn't resist him now. She would please him by submitting.

"So is my pet pleased to see me?'' he asked as he walked to the cage. "Yes, Sir,'' she said. "Are you enjoying your time in the bondage room?'' "Yes, Sir,'' she said. "Do you like serving your Sir?'' "Yes, Sir,'' she responded. "Are you ready for the next step?'' "Yes, Sir,'' she said. He knew the answers, but he liked to hear her say them.





He then put the bowls next to the cage, unlocked it and ordered her to crawl out. He then put cuffs on her wrists and fastened them behind her back so she couldn't use her hands while she was eating. He then took the bowl of water from the cage and placed it next to the other two bowls. "Ok, it's lunch time,'' he said. She crawled slowly to the three bowls. She didn't want to
eat this way, but she knew it would please him and she always wanted to please him. And he cracked her on the butt when she hesitated. So she stuck her face into the shrimp fried rice and started eating. She had to admit it was tasty and she was hungry so she ate most of the shrimp fried rice and the soup and not only drank the water but stuck her face in it to try to wash it
off. But her face was still messy and she hated that.

She didn't know it but he then had a treat for her. He put the blindfold back on her, which puzzled her, and then led her by the leash on her hands and knees. She heard the door open so she figured they were going to another part of the house. Then another door opened and she felt she was crawling on tiles. She thought it might be the bathroom. She found out she was right when he took off the blindfold, the wrist cuffs and her collar.

"Are you ready for a shower?'' "Yes, Sir,'' she said with a smile. She had sweated a lot during their intense scene and her face was covered with the food. "Are you going to beg me for a shower,'' he asked. 'Yes, Sir,'' she said and she started begging. "Please, Sir, your pet would like Sir to give her the privilege of a shower. Please, please, please.'' He enjoyed seeing her begging. He knew she really wanted a shower and he finally consented and opened the shower door, helped her up off the floor.

As she walked into the shower, he asked her if she needed to pee. "Yes, Sir,'' she said. "Ok, you're allowed to pee,'' he said. She started to come back out of the shower, but he stopped her and told her she wasn't going to be allowed to use the toilet. She would pee in the shower while he watched. Oh, she hated that idea. She decided she'd rather hold it in, but he was having none of that. "I'll wait. You're not showering until you pee,'' she said. Oh, she was so humiliated by the idea of peeing in front of him standing up. She didn't even know if she could do it. Even when she tried, it took a long time for it to come out and she felt so humiliated as she spread her legs
and it splashed on the tile floor. All she could do was tell herself that she was making her Sir happy.

When she finished, he told her she could shower although he would watch. She didn't mind that. The shower felt so good although it stung when the water hit her welts that were still so sensitive. She was in such a dreamy state showering that she didn't want to stop until he finally told her that was enough and she reluctantly turned the water off. As she came out, he dried her
off and put cream on her welts. He then put her back on her hands and knees, put the wrist cuffs and collar back on along with the blindfold and then led her back to the bondage room.

After they entered, he then took the blindfold off again and told her that she was now ready for the next test. He told her this was the final one. If she passed and didn't use her safeword, the next time they would meet, he would take her on a real date to a fancy restaurant. She would then be more than his pet. She would be his woman. She would be seen in public with him. The thought thrilled her. She couldn't wait to see him and go out on a date with him. But she wondered what the test would be. It didn't take her long to find out. First he told her to raise her arms above her head and attached each wrist cuff to a chain from the ceiling. Holding your arms about your head might not seem like much, but it's an unnatural position. He knew it wouldn't be long before her arms started to ache.

But he also upped the ante. He put big clamps on her nipples attached to a chain and then pulled them up so she had to stand on her tiptoes to keep the pressure off her nipples. He then attached the nipple chain to another one from the ceiling. It didn't take long for her to realize how difficult this would be. She stood on her toes as long as she could, but as soon as she put it heels on the floor, the nipple clamps would be pulled and the pain would shoot through her nipples.

He then distracted her by playing with her. He cupped her tits, ran his hands down her stomach and started playing with her clit. When he stuck his fingers into her, she felt how wet she was. But she was also in pain. Her arms ached. Her toes also were in pain, but when she relieved them by coming down on her heels, she'd feel the pain in her nipples. She didn't know how long she could keep doing this. She kept thinking about using her safeword. But then she started coming. She didn't know whether she was coming from him playing with her or from the pain. She was almost out of her head. The pain was mixed with her coming. She started screaming and crying. She was bathed in sweat and yet she kept coming and kept feeling the pain, first in her toes until she couldn't stand that and put her heels down and then in her nipples. Her clit was so now so sore she didn't want to come anymore. She was bathed in sweat. The tears were rolling down her face. Yet she kept herself from using the safeword. This was almost an out of body experience for her like she was watching it happen to somebody else. She was in pain, but when he played with her clit and massaged her G spot, the pleasure rolled over her.

Finally, when he saw she was exhausted, he released the clamps off her nipples. That fired another shot of pain into her tits as the blood rushed into them. But then she could stand again on her heels without feeling any pain. She was panting as she tried to collect her wits and calm down and he petted her, rubbing her hands over her to give her the aftercare she needed.

He then released the cuffs from the ceiling and she collapsed in his arms. Her toes, nipples and clit all still felt like they were on fire. But she was so happy she had done it. She hadn't used her safeword. She had shown him she wanted to submit to his wishes. She wanted to be controlled by him. She wanted to be his pet.

And now she would get her reward. As he rubbed her and congratulated her, he reminded her that she had now earned a date with him. The next time he was at her door, he would be taking her to a fine restaurant. They would be like two lovers out on a town. Then a thought flashed through her mind. Would he bring her flowers? She smiled as she hugged him tightly. She was his woman as well as his pet.

Do Opposites Attract?

The question of whether opposites attract is a continuing debate so I decided to throw out the idea for some comments.

My feeling is that opposites can attract but a relationship has a better chance of succeeding if both are more alike than opposite.

Your thoughts? And is your relationship an attraction of opposites?

Training Lisa, Chapter 6

This is the sixth chapter in my Training Lisa saga and the last that was posted on PK's elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com site.

Yes, the seventh chapter will be a new one, the first posted only on this site. Watch for it Thursday night or Friday.

Enjoy.

Florida Dom

Training Lisa, Chapter 6

Lisa was a bundle of nerves as her Sir opened the door to his bondage room. She was scared and excited at the same time. She knew she was getting wet just thinking about what lay ahead. She had found out like she liked pain and it turned into pleasure for her. And she liked submitting to her Sir, following his orders and being controlled by him. This was what she had fantasized about for a long time and now it was a reality.

But she didn't know what her limits were and how far was he going to push her. She didn't know how much pain she could take and she was now going to find out. Her Sir was ready to take her to the next level. This was a big test for her so he could find out how much she wanted. He wanted to go to her limits, to scare her, to make her scream out in pain that eventually turnedto pleasure. But he didn't want to go too far and scare her away. He wanted to give her what she wanted. Now he had to find out exactly what that was.

So has he opened the door, they were both looking for answers. He was fully dressed and she was on the floor, on her hands and knees, blindfolded and naked with a collar around her neck attached to a leash that was in his hand. He had found out that being a pet was a turnon for her and after some hesitation, she was even willing to drink out of a bowl like a real pet.

As he pulled on the leash and she started walking on her hands and knees, they entered the bondage room and he closed the door and she heard him lock it. She shuddered a bit. She knew there was no turning back. But she was eager to find out what was going to come next and how she would deal with it.

He had told her that once they started, she could use her safeword at any time and bring everything to a halt. But he warned her that if she did that, he wouldn't push the envelope any farther. And she might miss out on a lot. If she were able to endure the pain, he would bring her to heights that she couldn't imagine. She could scream all she wanted. He had soundproofed the
room. But he would ignore the screams and go forward as long as she didn't use the safeword.

As promised, he then took off her blindfold. It was the first time she had been without the blindfold in his presence. It took her a while to adjust to the light after being in the dark with the blindfold over her eyes. But he was wearing a hood so she couldn't see his face. She would be denied that privilege until she passed his test. But her stomach flipped when she saw his
muscular shoulders. He had the body of a man who works out and takes care of himself. She couldn't wait to see his face, but she knew that wasn't her decision to make. She knew she had one more test to meet before she got that privilege.

She also was stunned as she looked around the bondage room. On one wall were all kinds of floggers and canes. And nipple clamps and ropes. On one table was an assortment of dildos and butt plugs, needles, shaving cream and a razor. She shuddered at the sight of the needles. She didn't even like to get shots. But she knew if he planned to decorate her body with needles, she would accept it. She had come this far and she was willing to accept whatever he wanted to do to her. She was determined to show him she wanted to submit to whatever he had planned for her.

And she noticed the other three walls had floor length mirrors and the ceiling also had a mirror on it so she could see what was going on from several angles. And there was a video camera set up in the corner. He told he wanted a record of this day for his enjoyment so he could relive it in the future if she passed the test.

As he led her around the room, she also saw his bondage table, his St. Andrews cross, a spanking bench, wrist cuffs attached to chains hanging from the ceiling and a stand with a dildo attached to the top. She noticed it appeared to be just tall enough to fit in her.pussy when she was standing up. He told her he had built it specifically for her. And there was a cage with a mattress, a blanket and a bowl of water. She figured she would be spending time in it.

On another table were several lit candles. She knew this probably meant that wax play was going to be something she would have to endure during this session. She wondered how she would cope with hot wax being dribbled on her naked body. She assumed she was going to find out. Seeing everything in the room filled her with conflicting emotions. She knew this was going to be an
intense session. She knew she was going to have to accept more pain than she had ever dealt with before. But she was starting to understand that she must be a pain slut. Just the thought of the pain and the bondage he had planned for her was a huge turnon. She knew she was getting so wet that she might go over the top just from the pain. And the thought of getting orgasms from
the pain turned her on even more. She felt like she was gushing.

He suddenly broke her train of thought with a question.

Are you ready? he asked. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready for this but she knew she had only give one answer. "Yes, Sir,'' she said.

Are you willingly ready to submit to whatever I have planned for you? Again, she didn't know if she'd ever be ready, but she found herself almost eager to get started. She now wanted to find out if she had any limits, if she could submit fully to his wishes. Again, she answered in a soft voice, "Yes, Sir.''

Are you happy to be under my control and live by my rules? This answer was easy. She had fantasized a long time about submitting to a Sir who would bring her to new heights. "Yes, Sir,'' she said.

He then tugged her leash and led her to the bondage table, told her to stand up and sit on the table. He then gently laid her down on the table on her back and put cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She then pulled her arms and secured them tightly to the front legs of the table. He then spread her legs and tied them tightly to the bottom legs of the table. She was now spread eagled. He then took off her dog collar and replaced it with a posture collar that covered her entire neck and prevented her from lifting her neck. And then he tied a strap across her forehead to make sure she couldn't move her head. Now she couldn't virtually move a muscle. She was completely tied down. Just to make sure, he poked a needle in one of her tits. By reflex action, she tried to move but she couldn't move at all. She could only watch what was going on while looking at the ceiling mirror. He smiled. Now he had her bound the way he wanted.

He then took a pair of her panties out of his pocket. He had her wear panties that day instead of her usual thong because he waned her scent on them. He then pushed them inside of her pussy to absorb all of her juices. He then took the panties out, folded them and put them on her nose so she could sniff her scent and have evidence of how turned on she was, how much she wanted
this. He told her the panties had another purpose. She was allowed to scream, but it would not stop him. Only the safeword would stop him. But he preferred her to process the pain and if he decided her screams were distracting him, he were stuff the panties in her mouth.

He was now ready to begin.

The first thing she saw in the ceiling mirror was that he was bringing the shaving cream and razor to the table. That meant he was going to shave her pussy again. He liked to begin each session that way so she had a very smooth pussy. Her armpits, of course, were unshaven. She was not allowed to shave those. The unshaved pits were his mark on her. And she wasn't allowed to shave her own pussy. That task for reserved for him. And she liked it when she felt him squirting the shaving cream all over her pussy as she watched in the ceiling mirror.

Then she watched and felt him stroking the razor across her pussy and removing all the stubble. She loved the feeling and knew she was gushing. It felt so intimate because she felt like she was offering the most intimate part of her body to him. As he kept wielding the razor over her pussy, she wanted to wiggle in her excitement, but she was tied down too securely to move. That added to the sensation as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. After he finished, he wiped a warm towel over her pussy to get rid of the last of the shaving cream. Oh, that felt so good to her. She again tried to wiggle, but she couldn't and she started to sweat. She knew she was right on the
verge of coming if only he touched her more. As she groaned, she said, "please.''

The mood was suddenly broken when she felt him slap one of her tits. Hard. She was stunned. But he reminded her that she was not to beg to come. She would get a chance to come if she were a good girl and submitted to the pain, but she would do it on his schedule, not hers. "I'm sorry sir,'' she said. "It won't happen again.'' He replied, "It better not.''

He then asked her the question that she dreaded and yet was eager to hear at the same time. "Are you ready for pain,'' he asked. "Yes, sir,'' she said.

He then brought a tray of lit candles in glass containers to the table. She knew what was next. Wax play. She had read about wax play. But she hadn't experienced it. The thought of that hot candle wax dribbling on her body scared her. She didn't want to get burned. She figured he would give her pain, but trusted him enough that he wouldn't burn her. She didn't know it, but he knew how to do it to give her pain, but not burn her. The key to wax play was the height from which it was dropped. It cooled in the air. So he got on a step stool and held the glass with the candle in it several feel above her. He would judge the right height from her reaction. He wanted her to feel pain but didn't want to leave her any burns.

She was apprehensive as she watched in the ceiling as he held the glass with the candle above her. She was almost gasping for breath as she awaited her fate. And suddenly, he turned the glass over and she felt the wax falling on her tits. She flinched but was surprised to find out it wasn't that hot. When he saw she didn't flinch much, he lowered it the next time. She gasped,
but he saw it didn't burn her. He had the right height. It caused her pain, but didn't burn the skin. So he started dribbling it over her. He planned to cover the front of her body from her tits to her pussy.

She was able to process the pain and found it was turning her on as the wax from candle after candle continued to dribble on her body. She knew she was a pain slut. She loved the fact she was submitting to him and accepting the pain he wanted her to feel. She again tried to wiggle and buck against her bonds, but she couldn't move. Finally, when she was covered, he stopped and
she exhaled. She had endured the pain without using her safeword. She had gasped and groaned, but hadn't screamed at a full pitch and he hadn't stuffed the panties in her mouth. As she lay there quietly now that the first stage was over and processed everything in her mind, he decided to she show her how turned on she was. He took the panties and once again shoved them in her
pussy to soak up her juices once again. And then he took them out and once again put them on top of her nose. As she breathed in her scent, she realized it had become stronger. The wax play had stimulated her.

She also need time to come down from the experience and her Sir quietly petted her as she collected her wits about her and started wondering what was next. As he went to the wall and took down one of his canes, she knew. A caning was next on his agenda. He told her that he would cane some of the wax off her body, but she would get pleasure from the pain. The thought of getting pleasure made her smile, but she knew she'd also have to endure the pain.

As she lay thinking about her conflicting emotions, she saw him raise his arm in the ceiling mirror and quickly felt the lash against her tits. The wax came flying off, but a thin red stripe also appeared on her tits. She gasped as he kept the blows coming and she started crying. The pain wracked her body. She didn't know how much more she could take, but then he rubbed her
clit and she came in a shudder. Her body almost exploded against her bonds. And then he repeated the process. She felt the pain and came again. And again. She was getting exhausted as her body kept reaching new heights. She started panting as she processed both the pain and the pleasure. She wanted it to stop and yet to wanted more. She started sweating and felt like it was an out of body experience as she saw herself in the ceiling mirror trying to move in her tight bonds.

Just when she didn't think she could take it anymore, he stopped. She just exhaled and sighed. She had come so many times that she didn't think she could do it again. And she could see in the ceiling mirrors that the front of her body was covered with red stripes and welts. They stung, but she felt relieved that she had absorbed everything he had given her. She was happy that
she had pleased him. As she lay there catching her breath, he again took her panties and stuffed them in her pussy one more time to absorb more of her fluids. And then he put them on her nose and she drank in the scent. She liked the smell that showed how turned on she was submitting to him.

He then took a knife, scraped the rest of the wax off her body and then treated her welts and stripes with cream. Oh, that felt so good. And then he untied her and she stretched her legs and arms, which were almost numb of being tied so tightly. He had her sit up on the table and he sat down next to her and cuddled her, petting her, giving her aftercare and congratulating her
for being a good girl. As he stroked her, he reminded her that she had met his expectations and that he was pleased with her. She loved to hear that. Hearing that she had pleased her Sir made her tingle all over.

He then tied the dog collar back around her neck, attached the leash and had her slide off the table back on her hands and knees. He then led her to her cage and told her to enter it. He slapped her butt as she went on and told her that this afternoon, it would get some red coloring. But first, he locked her in the cage and told her to rest. She stretched out onto the mattress, thinking about everything that had happened and savoring it.

As he left the room, she wondered what else he had in store for her in the afternoon. She wound find out soon enough.

Training Lisa, Chapter 5

This is the fifth chapter of my Lisa's Training series. The first were first posted on PK's newbeginnings site at elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com

For those of you who read the first six on her site, be patient because a new seventh chapter is coming soon.

And let me know your thoughts on the saga of a woman who is dominant in the boardroom and submissive in the bedroom.

Florida Dom

Lisa's Training, Chapter Five

As Lisa briskly walked towards her office with her high heels clicking on the floor to announce her presence, she was the picture of confidence.

She wore an expensive designer suit that showed she was all business, but it still showed off her curves that she knew distracted her colleagues even when she was barking orders at them. She was proud of her figure and she kept in shape by working out hours at the gym and jogging. And her breasts were firm and well-rounded and a vivid contrast to her thin waist. She liked to be in charge in the office but she also liked to show off her feminine side.

And she announced her arrival with her high heels making a staccato sound as she took each step on the floor. She knew the guys checked her out and she liked that but she also knew while she was very feminine, she demanded perfection. She looked the same way she did every day when she arrived in her office like she was a master of the universe.

What her colleagues didn't know was how her life had changed. They didn't know about the welts and bruises all over her body from last night's session with her Sir. They didn't know if she stood and paced the floor during their meeting, it wasn't that she was trying to make a point about how she wanted better results. It was that she didn't know how long she could sit on her red bottom. From her tits to the top of her thighs, her body had the marks from the intense session with Sir.

The pain from the caning almost took her breath away. She couldn't stop crying as he landed blow after blow. And yet she couldn't stop coming from the combination of the pain and the pleasure she felt when he touched her clit with the vibrator. And when he untied her after beating her bottom, top of her thighs and her back, she thought it was over. Instead, he turned her over, retied her and did the same thing to her tits, belly and pussy. And she kept coming until she was completely spent and just slumped on the bed.

He knew he had to let her down softly with a lot of aftercare and didn't leave until he had petted her a long time and she had seem to recover from her intense experience. As she started getting sleepy, he laid her back down on the bed, gave her a reminder that all the rules were still in place and tied her right wrist to the headboard. That was to let her know that once again, she was not allowed to touch herself without permission. Not that she wanted to right now. She just wanted to sleep although every time she turned, she could feel the welts, but she liked that feel. It was reminder of how intense the experience was and she knew she had never been brought to such heights of pain and pleasure.

When the alarm rang in the morning, she was still in a languid mood. As she rolled over, she could feel the sting of the welts but it was a good feeling because she knew she had made her Sir happy. As she untied the rope to the headboard, her first thought was how good it would feel to put her hand between her legs, but she knew she wasn't allowed that privilege. That was part of serving her Sir. When she got up, she checked herself out in the mirror and admired the welts and the cane marks. They were a symbol of her submission to her Sir. She was proud of them as she thought about how often she had come as the blows landed on her.

She then realized she only had five minutes to sign in and get her daily instructions from her Sir on what she was allowed to wear and what she was allowed to eat for breakfast. Sir was pleased when she signed in with a minute
to spare. He asked her if she was naked and sitting on the sandpaper. When the answer came back, "Yes, sir,'' he knew that she was continuing to submit to him. She hadn't absent-mindedly put on her bathrobe. She was thinking of him and his rules and that was part of his control over her. And sitting on the sandpaper made her welts sting and she squirmed, but she had the satisfaction of doing what she was told to do.

He told her that her breakfast would be a yogurt and a banana. She silently groaned when she read that. She'd much prefer a gooey Danish, but he knew she liked that and he would deny her that pleasure. And it was healthy, too. He then ordered her to take a shower and gave her permission to use the bathroom. Once she got in the shower, the water pelted down on her welts, but she enjoyed the sensation even though it burned. It was a turn on for her and her hand started to drift towards her pussy, but she suddenly stopped. She knew that wasn't allowed. And she was careful to keep a washcloth in her hands so she didn't touch any areas that now belonged to her Sir. She knew her pussy belonged to him.

She then got ready for work and even sitting in her car while she was driving was a constant reminder of how she had submitted to the cane. Her colleagues, of course, knew nothing about this because she could almost turn on a switch when she entered the office. In the office, she was in charge and she made sure everybody knew it. She didn't suffer fools gladly. She found an excuse to stand more than usual while showing off some charts to avoid sitting on her bruised butt, but nobody knew the difference.

She also had to concentrate on following his rules. Like no snacking. And getting permission to go to the bathroom. She knew that was part of his control, part of her submitting to him and she knew she wanted that, but it was still annoying. At one point in the afternoon, she absent-mindedly went to the ladies room, entered the stall and pulled down her panties when she realized she hadn't emailed for permission. She had a debate in his head. He would never know if she didn't ask. What was the harm? Still, she pulled up her panties and walked back to office and sent the coded message asking for permission. As much as she didn't want to follow this rule, she wanted to be submissive to him. It was a turn-on for her. And this was part of the deal. He emailed back that she had eight minutes. Eight minutes!! She got annoyed all over again. She knew he was just showing his control over her. But she waited the eight minutes. She followed the rules.

He was pleased to get the email. It was another sign that she liked to be controlled, that she liked being told what to do, that it wasn't about what she wanted but it was about what he wanted and her only job was to obey. He was pleased that her training was going so well. She took to submission like a duck to water. It was obviously buried deep into her psyche and he was the vessel for bringing it out. And she had to admit that she liked going home after dealing with all the stress of the business world and not having to make any major decisions. She just turned on her computer and found out what she was allowed to wear in the evening, what she was allowed to eat, what TV shows she was allowed to watch and when her bedtime was.

Some nights, he allowed her to be fully dressed. Another night, she had to be topless or bottomless. Or nude. He always kept her guessing. She might have to eat dinner with a clothespin attached to each nipple. She never knew what to expect. She just knew she had to obey. Eating dinner with a clothespin on each nipple was not something she liked. But she knew it wasn't about what she liked. She knew she was being trained and she accepted that.

That night, there was another message for her, reminding her to keep Saturday free because she was going to spend the day at his place in his bondage room.

Just reading that email made her start to get wet with of mixture of fear and anticipation. What was his bondage room like? What was he going to do to her there? Could she endure it? The next two nights, she slept fitfully as her wrist pulled against the rope tied to the headboard. She had so many different emotions. She was turned on and wanted to put her hand between her legs and massage her sweet parts to make them feel even more juicy. She wanted to stick several fingers inside her. Oh, to be allowed to put her vibrator against her clit and turn it up high. But she also had a feeling of fear because she didn't know what to expect. All those thoughts kept bouncing around in her mind.

She woke up early Saturday morning but wasn't allowed to get up until the alarm rang. Her adrenalin was pumping. She quickly untied the rope when it rang and hustled to the computer to get the instructions for the day. She was told to shower and prepare herself and to be at her door at 10 a.m. sharp on her knees, blindfolded. She only was to wear a skirt and a blouse. No underwear.


As she showered, she thought about how her life was changing. Just two weeks ago, she couldn't have imagined all this happening to her. She couldn't imagine all the hair under her arms because she wasn't allowed to shave her pits. That was a sign of how she submitted to him. And her pussy hair was only a stubble from the last time he shaved it. He had reserved shaving it for himself. She wasn't allowed to do that. And now she knew she was going to visit his bondage room. She didn't know what that was going to be like.

At 10 a.m. sharp, she unlocked the door and got on her knees. A few seconds later, the door opened and she recognized his voice telling her he was pleased that she had prepared the way she was told to. He put the dog collar around her neck and took her arm for the quick walk to his car. He had checked there was nobody around so she wouldn't be seen with the blindfold. As she slid into the passenger seat, he told her to lift her butt and he lifted her skirt so her bare butt was on the seat. He then bunched the front of her skirt so her pussy was accessible to him and told her to spread her legs. And he unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse so he also had easy access to her breasts. He then fastened her seat belt. She was almost happy to be blindfolded so she couldn't see how open her pussy and breasts were. She was so embarrassed to be in public like this. But again, she knew it was part of his control. She craved this lifestyle and this was part of it.

As he drove to his place, he had one hand on the wheel and the other hand fondling her breasts. And then he massaged her pussy and inserted one, two and then three fingers into his very wet pussy. She was almost gushing and that was a sign of how much of a turn-on it was for her even though she felt embarrassed to be exposed in public. She didn't want to admit it, but it was something that made her tingle in her pussy. She wondered if any bystanders or drivers in the other cars could see her being fondled and while she hated that idea, it was still something she craved. It only made her wetter.

Finally, the car came to a stop. She didn't have any idea of where they were or where he lived. He came over to the passenger's side of the car, fastened the buttons on her blouse and pulled her skirt down. Again, there was no one in the area and he led her to his front door. After he opened it, he told her to stand still with her hands at her side. She obeyed. She always did. He quickly took off the blouse and the skirt. He had told her not to wear any underwear so he had less to take off. She was now naked and would remain that way until it was time to take her home.

He then asked her if she was ready to see his bondage room. Her tongue was almost dry. She said softly, "Yes, Sir.'' She didn't know if she was ready or not, but she knew that didn't matter. He was ready and that's what mattered. He told her that after she entered the bondage room, he would take her blindfold off. He wanted her to see all the delights in it. He had personally built some of them. He told her he would wear a hood because she still wasn't allowed to see his face until he passed this final test. He then told her to get on her hands and knees and attached a leash to her dog collar. He then started to pull and she followed him to the door of the room that he had turned into the bondage room.

She heard the door opening and he told her that she would be entering the bondage room. There was no turning back. This was one more step in her training, one more step in her submission, one more step in him controlling her.

Was she ready for it? As she followed him in the room and heard the door close, she knew she would soon find out.

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Sexual Orientation

In her new book, "You Lie About Your Age, the Terrorists Win,'' comedian and author Carol Leifer says she didn't realie she was a lesbian until she was 40.

"I really didn't have any clue, and in fact, had very good physical relationships with men It was around when I turned 40 that I had this intense desire to have an affair with a woman,'' he said.

She said she was surprised it led to her falling in love with her partner, Lori.

I know some women don't turn to lesbian relationships until they've been married but I always thought they had inclinations that they were denying.

Also, she had an interesting comment about the difference in relationships between a man and a woman and two women that seems to ring true.

"In my relationships with men,, whenever a woman says we have to sit down and talk, the walls come up and the guy freaks out. With two women, it's like, "Hey, let's pop the champagne.'' We could go all night talking. Talking is never a problem. In fact, it can get to be too much because it's two verbal people,'' she said.

This sounds like the old Mars-Venus thing with women feeling they're not getting enough communication with the man in their lives.

Your thoughts?