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Chapter
4
Jason was the perfect
husband after we redefined our roles. He gave head like and expert
any time I wanted it, and I suspected that he was even beginning
to like it. I never washed a dish, picked up a mop, or touched at
piece of dirty laundry again. The services were great. The advantages
of female control were obvious.
Yet I wanted more. I
wasn't quite sure what it was, but I wanted even more control over
Jason. Debbie warned me that domination was addictive and a little
bit wasn't enough. It was time to learn more.
Once more I confided
in Debbie. She asked me, "So, how is it going."
"I'm making good use
of your suggestions. I've tied Jason up in several locations around
the house. But, I think I'm ready to learn more now."
"Well, what have you
been doing with him?" she asked.
"Just masturbation like
you suggested."
"Do you use anything
on him?"
"Just the gloves. What
do you suggest?" I asked.
"You got to get yourself
some hardware, girl."
"I was wondering about
that myself. I mean, I can't keep a whip around, and I wouldn't
want to use it, and I wouldn't know how to use it if I did", I rambled.
"You won't need it.",
she laughed. "Discipline is a part of the scene, but it doesn't
need to be that severe. You will may even have to spank him from
time to time, frequently, if you must".
I protested, "I told
you, I don't want to hurt Jason."
"Spanking isn't necessarily
a painful punishment." she countered. "It's more of a humiliation
thing. OK, I won't force you. Obviously you and Jason aren't ready
for that part yet. Mark my words, though. The day will come when
you'll spank Jason and find it enjoyable."
"We'll find some standard
items that you can use to discipline him. None of them are harmful
at all. All of them are merely symbols of your dominance over him."
"First of all, keep
him naked at all times. As Mark Twain once observed, `Clothes make
the man. Naked people have little or no influence in society.' Taking
his clothes from him makes him feel more vulnerable. They limit
his mobility severely. After all, he's not likely to leave the house
without them. If you can figure out how to lock up his clothes,
so much the better. You've taken away some of his freedom of movement
without doing anything at all."
"Take away his power
of speech as well. Gags are easy. All you have to do is ball up
one pair of your panties and put them in his mouth. Then you can
put another pair over his mouth and fasten them at the back of his
head with a safety pin. Make sure that he can breathe easily. In
fact, you should agree on some sort of signal Jason can give you
even when gagged or bound so he can call off the action in case
something goes wrong. You don't really want to damage him physically
or psychologically. If he calls you off too often, or for trivial
reasons, stop playing. He'll come back eventually."
"Take away his sense
of sight and sound. Scarves make excellent blindfolds. Put a set
of headphones on him and turn up the volume. I did this in college
once. I blindfolded, gagged and put the earphones on one of my lovers.
I had him kneel at attention for a while, and then touched him on
the shoulder as a pre-arranged signal to play with himself. When
he got to the moment of truth, I pulled off his blindfold so he
could see that during his wait I had invited some of my sorority
sisters in to watch. No harm, no hurt, but plenty of humiliation."
"I did the reverse with
one of my coworkers on a previous job. I prepared him in just the
same way as my hapless college student, except that after having
him wait awhile, I switched the headset into an amplifier so we
could talk to him over a microphone. My roomate and I took turns
touching him. The kicker was that I had recorded other women's voices,
mixed them in with my conversation, and played them back through
the amplifier as background noise. I made the recording at a bridal
shower for one of our coworkers. It certainly seemed that there
were a number of women in the room with us having a good time. I
had him convinced that the room was full of women and that these
were women that he saw every day. I'm sure some of the voices were
familiar to him. To this day, he has no idea which of the many women
he works with, or comes in contact with on a daily basis know of
his submissive nature. A tremendous mind game."
"You can take away even
more of his mobility. There are literally all kinds of fasteners,
but ordinary clothes line will work for most applications. You can
also use bungee chords as quick `temporary' restraints. Put them
around his knees or his upper arms behind his back. People might
raise an eyebrow if you keep chains and padlocks in the bedroom,
but wrap them around your bicycle in the garage and no one asks
any questions."
"You will, of course,
need to get a leash and collar for his neck. It's only a symbolic
bond, but those are really the best kind."
"Now for the hard part.
Once you've got him tied up, you've got to do something with him.
Most men have some sort of a fetish. I try to make the fetish do
the work for me. Fetishes are something else we women don't seem
to experience the same way men do. We may like the way something
looks or feels on us, and this may make sex more enjoyable, but
the objects themselves don't turn us on. It's what we do when we
wear the object, or how the object affects men that's the real turn-on.
For men, the object
itself has sexual connotations and I'm not above using every advantage,
fair or unfair to assert control. Being a dominatrix is no fun if
you have to work hard at it. Does Jason have anything that he's
particularly fond of?"
"Like what?", I asked.
"Well, there are things,
you know: shoes, boots, handbags. There's body parts, feet, ass,
tits. And then there's materials like leather, rubber, silky stuff.
Does Jason get turned on by any of this?"
"I know he likes when
I wear sexy lingerie."
"Good, then wear it.
Making him wear it might excite him too. Try it and see what happens.
It's `forbidden' nature might appeal to him. I have a tall girl's
catalogue. I can help you order stuff for him. Anything else?"
"I don't know. He never
told me anything", I said.
"Eventually, he'll tell
you all of his fantasies. Right now, we'll have to work at it. Tell
you what. I have some more books. What you do is make him strip
for you and read them aloud. Watch his penis. Keep a note of what
he was reading every time it gets hard. Then we'll get together
and see what turns him on".
"It all sounds so scientific.",
I responded.
"When it comes to men,
there isn't much guesswork. They're so easy to figure out. A man's
cock will give him away every time."
I noticed that the new
reading material hardly touched the dominance / submission theme,
and I explained this to Debbie.
She said, "I call this
my fetish collection. I keep it around to get some ideas, and let
some of my lovers read it to see what turns them on. It tells about
men and women doing stuff using toys. You want to stay away from
the other stuff, since you don't want the description of the activity
to interfere with Jason's reaction to what's being used as a toy."
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That night, I put Jason
to the test. I explained the experiment to him: "I want to try something
out tonight. I want you to read some pornography to me, and tell
me which articles turn you on, and why." He was about to protest
when I said, "That's no way to talk to your mistress. Now get undressed
and read to me."
"Where did you get this
stuff?" he asked.
I responded, "That's
none of your business. All that matters is that I did get them,
and you will read them to me."
I propped up his pillows
and gave him a drink, and had him lay on his back on the bed and
read. I watched for the rising and falling of his erection, and
listened to what he thought turned him on.
I got together with
Debbie the next day, and pointed out the articles Jason said excited
him, and the ones where I noticed he got particularly hard.
She was quick to analyze
the results. "Jason has a foot fetish, and rubber fetish. You lucky
girl! Rubber is cheap, and it's so easy to clean. It's so easy to
use too. Taking care of a rubber lover is hardly a chore at all.
There's so many things to do to tease him and make him come." She
went on breathlessly.
"Whoa, girl", I exclaimed,
"slow down. I'm not going to get into a rubber suit just to get
my husband going."
"You're not listening
to me. It's just like the other equipment you have. You probably
have most of what you need right here."
"Yeah right!", I said.
"I don't suppose you
are aware that you are wearing rubber at this very moment".
"I am? What? My bra?"
"No, it's literally
at your feet."
"Sneakers?"
"Sneakers!", she exclaimed,
"The soles are rubber. You're even wearing the right kind. Keds
and sneakers like Keds work very well."
"How?", I asked, "Nothing
in the books talk about sneakers."
"Use a little imagination!",
she admonished, "This was an invention of mine. It doesn't take
a rocket scientist to figure out that if a guy likes rubber, and
he likes women's feet, then rubber on a woman's foot is something
he'd also like".
"OK, you've got me convinced.
It's just that I don't think about rubber very much. I know some
of the books mention rubber gloves and bathing caps. I suppose you're
going to add them to my list".
"Them, and something
else very basic -- a rubber ball."
"Debbie! Now I know
that I didn't read that one in a book, and don't tell me how logical
it is."
"Well, it is logical.
If rubber's the thing, then you experiment rubbing his penis with
anything made of rubber -- even bicycle inner tubes. In fact, a
rubber ball is an extremely powerful discipline device."
"I don't believe it.
I don't see how you can use a toy to discipline anyone."
"Compared to other rubber
objects, a rubber ball is easier to manipulate. It has a very distinct,
almost velvety texture to it. You'll be surprised how fast you can
cause an erection with one, and how you can use it to bring Jason
to the edge of orgasm without actually letting him come. Don't knock
it. This `toy' works very well."
"OK, you win, Debbie.
You know, I do have most of the stuff you mentioned. I have a whole
closet bottom and under-bed area full of sneakers. I have rubber
gloves, although I better get a pair specifically for this use and
not use the ones I use -- I mean, from now on Jason uses -- to clean
the oven. Jason's a racquetball fan, I can get him to pick some
up at the sporting goods store. I better have him pick up a bathing
cap while he's there. too."
"Atta girl! You're beginning
to get into this. Complete your collection, and I'll tell you how
to use them", Debbie said.
"You better," I laughed.
I can't begin to imagine how you could use some of this stuff."
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