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04-27-2008, 11:20 AM
Part 3
After time had run out Lady Samantha appraised my domestic efforts which were without excuses below standard. Later in Her office she amusedly asked me if i had even practiced my housework at all, to which i sheepishly answered "not much", though i had thought i had practiced, i was ashamed to claim i had practiced after such subpar efforts.
i crawled on hands and knees up the stairs to Her office. In Her office i knelt on all fours across from Her back presented for use as Her footstool. Apart from the submissive aspect, i was surprised at how good it physically felt when Her sexy stockinged legs and feet settled on my back. Her legs felt incredibly soft but toned and sexy, and i felt i could stay down there all day. i felt the hunger for Her but strangely, my cock only twitched but did not painfully fight for full erection in the CB-6000. i think it is true of me as it is of most men that concentrating on a task or simply on listening will indeed tame one's manhood, that and the downward pressure of the CB-6000 itself ensured my cock remained respectfully only semi-hard in its prison as i focused on making sure i caught Her every divine word.
Typing duties: the divine Lady then set about testing my typing abilities. i created a text file and took some dictation about the collared male programme from Her. She spoke at a conversational pace and i found that if i did not fully concentrate or if i made a typo that needed time correcting i would be left behind. Thinking about it again it may be better to ignore initial typos in future, and correct them later after the Lady has finished Her dictation.
i found myself having to pause an extra second or two with words such as "i" and "my", as when i type them for myself they are always in lower case but when typing for Lady Samantha they are in upper case. In one case i made the mistake of typing a "My" as "my", which the Lady pointed out was a grave error. This along with falling behind in one instance and having to ask the Lady to repeat Herself drew punishment: back to "position B", all fours rump presented, to submit to Her whacks from the wooden spoon.
Part 4
Some time during the "office bitch" session i lit Lady Samantha's cigarette for the first time. i learnt that i must without waiting to be told to raise the lighter to Her cigarette, as a goddess she must never have to bend down due to a slave's forgetfulness.
In Her office she commanded me to worship Her foot; at the reception i had kissed Her foot gingerly but in Her office for the first time i fully pressed my lips with devotion and hunger to Her achingly beautiful toes.
With my head pressed to Her feet Lady Samantha explained the next task to me: helping Her get dressed for my play/punishment session.
As i was to learn there is a difference between the fantasy of helping a beautiful woman dress and the reality when faced with actually doing it - the slave must get the details right!
The first task was to help Lady Samantha change out of Her suit. i helped Her out of Her grey suit and skirt and folded and hung Her clothing as per Her instructions. i bent down reverently and helped Her remove Her shoes, i always felt there is something touching about a man doing this for a Lady and i enjoyed this moment.
i was ordered to turn round, and face the wall with a poster of Audrey Hepburn (and i couldn't help thinking to myself, is this a process of evolution, where Audrey's beauty back then was enough but really not up to 21st century standards as evidenced by the taller, more beautiful and sexier Lady Samantha), as the Lady changed Her undergarments. i knew She was naked behind me but i would never in a million years look behind me and disobey Her.
Next was to help Her remove Her stockings. i learnt that this must be done carefully, Lady Samantha's amazingly sexy legs and thighs within inches of my nose as i helped Her out of Her stockings. i still can't get over how perfectly shaped and creamy white Her thighs are. Still i had to focus on the task at hand, if i recall correctly the tops of the stockings must be held gently and pulled carefully back to the knee, and then be pulled gently down the Lady's calves, taking care not to tear or damage the stockings as one gets down to the heel.
Part 5
i then received detailed instructions from the Lady Samantha on how to fit Her fishnet stockings onto Her divine legs and thighs. i learned in detail some facts i did not know before - i am writing this out more for myself also so that i remember: there is no "left" or "right" stocking, the elastic needs to be on the outside, the stocking needs to be gathered together, the seam on the foot needs to point the right way. It then needs to be pulled up carefully but with firm pressure, taking care not to leave any wrinkles or to damage them.
Of course while i am doing this Lady Samantha is sitting comfortably in Her underwear, i keep my gaze down as i should at all times, as per Her orders and know i must avoid unauthorized staring at Her crotch.
Earlier in the day the thought that i was underperforming in the housework, that i'd missed Her bell and the resulting fear of being rejected from the collared male program and being banished forever was enough to keep my cock only semi-hard in its prison, such was my anxiety.
But by now i had put those thoughts to the back of my mind, and helping Her dress and being so close to Her rare beauty my cock attempted erection a few times, but was beaten back each time by the hard plastic of the CB-6000.
At one point She pulls me closer to Her teasing me, i keep my head and eyes lowered and i am so close my downward gaze is on Her upper thighs, move my gaze up so much as an inch and i will be looking at Her crotch. i obediently keep my gaze down just the same but the tension and excitement in my heart is at its maximum, my hunger for Her so strong but i'm just Her slave, obedient and kneeling and not to move or even raise his eyes, at this point the realisation that i will never be allowed to touch Her on my own terms sinks in, and again cock flesh strains against the CB-6000, this one more persistent than the other attempts, but in the end even this mighty attempt is painfully defeated by the hard unyielding plastic.
i helped Her put on Her little black mini-skirt, which was relatively straightforward - there was just one detail i have to remember about it - the zipper ALWAYS at the back for the skirt of the superior female. How different from the zipper at the front for the inferior male.
Her boots were also not straightforward to help Her with for the uninitiated inferior male. i had to carefully follow Her instructions helping Her to put them on, and had to take great care not to snag or damage the fishnets. At one point a zipper on one of the boots caught on the fishnet and i held my breath anxiously as Lady Samantha inspected for damage. Luckily there was none but it only underlined how careful i needed to be. But at the same time, Lady Samantha did not have all day and so i needed to get the boots up quickly. In Her words, "less haste and more speed". i felt very privileged to be helping Her dress, to be so close to Her and to be Her helper.
After time had run out Lady Samantha appraised my domestic efforts which were without excuses below standard. Later in Her office she amusedly asked me if i had even practiced my housework at all, to which i sheepishly answered "not much", though i had thought i had practiced, i was ashamed to claim i had practiced after such subpar efforts.
i crawled on hands and knees up the stairs to Her office. In Her office i knelt on all fours across from Her back presented for use as Her footstool. Apart from the submissive aspect, i was surprised at how good it physically felt when Her sexy stockinged legs and feet settled on my back. Her legs felt incredibly soft but toned and sexy, and i felt i could stay down there all day. i felt the hunger for Her but strangely, my cock only twitched but did not painfully fight for full erection in the CB-6000. i think it is true of me as it is of most men that concentrating on a task or simply on listening will indeed tame one's manhood, that and the downward pressure of the CB-6000 itself ensured my cock remained respectfully only semi-hard in its prison as i focused on making sure i caught Her every divine word.
Typing duties: the divine Lady then set about testing my typing abilities. i created a text file and took some dictation about the collared male programme from Her. She spoke at a conversational pace and i found that if i did not fully concentrate or if i made a typo that needed time correcting i would be left behind. Thinking about it again it may be better to ignore initial typos in future, and correct them later after the Lady has finished Her dictation.
i found myself having to pause an extra second or two with words such as "i" and "my", as when i type them for myself they are always in lower case but when typing for Lady Samantha they are in upper case. In one case i made the mistake of typing a "My" as "my", which the Lady pointed out was a grave error. This along with falling behind in one instance and having to ask the Lady to repeat Herself drew punishment: back to "position B", all fours rump presented, to submit to Her whacks from the wooden spoon.
Part 4
Some time during the "office bitch" session i lit Lady Samantha's cigarette for the first time. i learnt that i must without waiting to be told to raise the lighter to Her cigarette, as a goddess she must never have to bend down due to a slave's forgetfulness.
In Her office she commanded me to worship Her foot; at the reception i had kissed Her foot gingerly but in Her office for the first time i fully pressed my lips with devotion and hunger to Her achingly beautiful toes.
With my head pressed to Her feet Lady Samantha explained the next task to me: helping Her get dressed for my play/punishment session.
As i was to learn there is a difference between the fantasy of helping a beautiful woman dress and the reality when faced with actually doing it - the slave must get the details right!
The first task was to help Lady Samantha change out of Her suit. i helped Her out of Her grey suit and skirt and folded and hung Her clothing as per Her instructions. i bent down reverently and helped Her remove Her shoes, i always felt there is something touching about a man doing this for a Lady and i enjoyed this moment.
i was ordered to turn round, and face the wall with a poster of Audrey Hepburn (and i couldn't help thinking to myself, is this a process of evolution, where Audrey's beauty back then was enough but really not up to 21st century standards as evidenced by the taller, more beautiful and sexier Lady Samantha), as the Lady changed Her undergarments. i knew She was naked behind me but i would never in a million years look behind me and disobey Her.
Next was to help Her remove Her stockings. i learnt that this must be done carefully, Lady Samantha's amazingly sexy legs and thighs within inches of my nose as i helped Her out of Her stockings. i still can't get over how perfectly shaped and creamy white Her thighs are. Still i had to focus on the task at hand, if i recall correctly the tops of the stockings must be held gently and pulled carefully back to the knee, and then be pulled gently down the Lady's calves, taking care not to tear or damage the stockings as one gets down to the heel.
Part 5
i then received detailed instructions from the Lady Samantha on how to fit Her fishnet stockings onto Her divine legs and thighs. i learned in detail some facts i did not know before - i am writing this out more for myself also so that i remember: there is no "left" or "right" stocking, the elastic needs to be on the outside, the stocking needs to be gathered together, the seam on the foot needs to point the right way. It then needs to be pulled up carefully but with firm pressure, taking care not to leave any wrinkles or to damage them.
Of course while i am doing this Lady Samantha is sitting comfortably in Her underwear, i keep my gaze down as i should at all times, as per Her orders and know i must avoid unauthorized staring at Her crotch.
Earlier in the day the thought that i was underperforming in the housework, that i'd missed Her bell and the resulting fear of being rejected from the collared male program and being banished forever was enough to keep my cock only semi-hard in its prison, such was my anxiety.
But by now i had put those thoughts to the back of my mind, and helping Her dress and being so close to Her rare beauty my cock attempted erection a few times, but was beaten back each time by the hard plastic of the CB-6000.
At one point She pulls me closer to Her teasing me, i keep my head and eyes lowered and i am so close my downward gaze is on Her upper thighs, move my gaze up so much as an inch and i will be looking at Her crotch. i obediently keep my gaze down just the same but the tension and excitement in my heart is at its maximum, my hunger for Her so strong but i'm just Her slave, obedient and kneeling and not to move or even raise his eyes, at this point the realisation that i will never be allowed to touch Her on my own terms sinks in, and again cock flesh strains against the CB-6000, this one more persistent than the other attempts, but in the end even this mighty attempt is painfully defeated by the hard unyielding plastic.
i helped Her put on Her little black mini-skirt, which was relatively straightforward - there was just one detail i have to remember about it - the zipper ALWAYS at the back for the skirt of the superior female. How different from the zipper at the front for the inferior male.
Her boots were also not straightforward to help Her with for the uninitiated inferior male. i had to carefully follow Her instructions helping Her to put them on, and had to take great care not to snag or damage the fishnets. At one point a zipper on one of the boots caught on the fishnet and i held my breath anxiously as Lady Samantha inspected for damage. Luckily there was none but it only underlined how careful i needed to be. But at the same time, Lady Samantha did not have all day and so i needed to get the boots up quickly. In Her words, "less haste and more speed". i felt very privileged to be helping Her dress, to be so close to Her and to be Her helper.