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 In retrospect, it's all my own damn fault.  I let myself be distracted, and
didn't hear Her walking toward the door.  By the time She opened it, it was
too late.

   I leapt up, turning my back toward the door.  I shoved Her soiled,
fragrant panties down my shorts, while attempting to pull the shorts up,
along with my pants.  "FREEZE!" I heard behind me.  I stopped, my butt
still exposed, pants halfway up my thigh.  "Uh-oh," I thought, "I'm in
trouble this time."

   "What the hell are you doing?" She inquired.  I didn't turn around
before replying, "I was just changing, Ma'am."

   "Turn around," She instructed.  I took a deep breath, closed my eyes,
and turned toward Her.  When I opened my eyes, Her gaze was fixed on my
erect and reddened member.  She reached down, and grabbed the corner of the
panties visible just above my shorts, pulling them out.  "I see," She said,
Her voice dripping with sarcasm.  "And were you putting these on," waving
Her panties before my face, "or taking them off?"

   I must admit I blushed at Her sarcasm.  "Hands on head!" She ordered,
walking past me, towards Her chest of drawers.  I obeyed, my pants dropping
around my ankles, my thoughts inventorying the possibilities of what may
lie within those drawers.  I hear the drawer close, and a swish through the
air.  WHACK!  This time, it's the paddle!

   After warming my ass thoroughly, She begins Her lecture, accenting the
major points with additional strokes on my now-tender ass.  "How dare you!"
(whack!) "Not ONLY do you disobey me," (Whack!) "You try to LIE about it!!"
(Whack, Whack, WHACK!!) "And where in hell did you get those panties?"
(Whack!) "You must have been rooting around in the laundry for them!"
(Whack, Whack!) My hands are still on my head, squeezing my skull, trying
to keep from crying out from the pain.  Finally, her arm (I assume) tires
out, and the paddling is done.  "Get out of those damned clothes and get in
your corner," She commands.  Seems this issue is still not closed.

   It's been six months since I've agreed to this subservient lifestyle. 
I'm Her first sub, She's my first dom.  The approved title is "Ma'am," and
it's expected to be used everywhere (she believes "Mistress" or "Goddess"
would be inappropriate in public).  I've spent a good number of hours in
those six months in "my corner," this arrangement is a much tougher
adjustment than I thought it would be.  My corner is in the dining room,
situated between the kitchen and the living room, easily seen from nearly
all the functional areas of the house.  When assigned there, I stand -
naked, face into the corner, hands on head.  No matter what I may hear, I'm
not allowed to look anywhere except straight ahead, into my corner.

   So I'm standing in my corner, alone with my thoughts - except when She
passes by, when She takes the opportunity to smack my reddened ass with her
hand.  Seems She passing by quite a bit, too.  She goes into the kitchen
(Smack!).  Back to the living room with a glass of water (smack!).  Back to
the kitchen for some ice (smack!).  Returns to the living room (smack!). 
Oops, forgot to turn off light in the kitchen (smack!).  Now I can sit down
(smack!).  Where's my book (smack!)?  Oh, there it is (smack!)!  As She
approaches one more time, I flinch, expecting the next assault on my poor,
tender ass.  She stops.  "Did you just clinch your ass?" She asks.  "Huh?
What?" I respond.  "Goddam it," She mutters, turning away and heading back
into the bedroom.  Jeez, She's mad.  Maybe I shouldn't have played dumb
right then.

   I return my gaze into the corner, my mind racing, thinking I might have
REALLY overstepped this time.  God, I love Ma'am.  She's such a tender
heart.  She NEVER punishes me unless I truly deserve it, and most times I
know She finds it difficult to render the correction She (and I) knows that
needs to be done.  Sometimes I feel so bad that I upset Her.

   After a few minutes, I hear Her approaching.  Suddenly, I feel my
asshole being violated, nearly driving me to my knees.  She's taken my
dildo and shoved it up my ass!  She starts beating my violated ass, just
giving me hell - "How DARE you act like you don't know what I'm talking
about!  Acting like I'm stupid!  You want to clinch your ass?  Here's
something nice and firm to clinch with!"

   Her anger dissipated for the moment, she returns to the living room.  As
I stand in my corner, dildo up my reddened ass, hands on my head, I can
tell She's agitated.  She can't seem to concentrate on anything.  In the
half hour or so, she's given up on her book, turned on, then turned off,
the TV; and gotten on the computer.  The phone rings, and She goes into the
bedroom to pick it up.  She returns, and is back on the computer.  Another
ten, maybe fifteen, minutes pass (it's hard to tell for sure in the
corner). I hear the door open.  SHIT!  I'm already in enough trouble, so I
don't dare move.  Then I hear Ma'am's sister's voice - and my heart is in
my throat.

   While Ma'am is a kind-hearted dom, her older sister is mean.  Ma'am and
I are both rather new to the dom/sub relationship, but her sister has some
rather extensive experience.  I've had one session with her, when Ma'am
called her over, back at the beginning of our relationship.  I had made the
TERRIBLE mistake of trying to penetrate Ma'am without express permission (I
just didn't understand at the time); and her sister came over to show me
the error of my ways - not only that, but "evil sister" really enjoyed
herself.  I still recall, in vivid and horrid detail, my cock and balls
being tied so tight I thought they would fall off.  and the blade of that
KNIFE - with which she threatened to cut off my balls - slapping the flat
of the blade against my swollen, aching balls.  and now she's here again.

   "Well, well," I hear that grating voice saying behind me, "what HAVE we
here?" I feel her coarse hands on my still throbbing ass.  "Looks like a
significant spanking - nice color, maybe even a little bruising developing
there - complete with a dildo penetration.  Very well done," she says for
her sister's benefit.  "So, slave, what have you done to deserve this?" she
asks.  It has been made extremely clear to me - prior to this - that any
request or order from "evil sister" carries the same weight as Ma'am
herself, so I respond, "I was caught pleasuring myself, Ma'am."

   "PLEASURING YOURSELF??!!" I hear Ma'am call from the living room.  "Why
don't you tell her EVERYTHING!  Like how you stole some of my DIRTY panties
to PLEASURE YOURSELF with!  How you LIED about it when I caught you!  How
you like to PLAY DUMB when you think you can get away with it!  PLEASURING
YOURSELF, INDEED!" She had gotten up, and was approaching during this
tirade, and ended up screaming the last three words in my ear.  Having
worked Herself up, She then beat my ass all over again, striking me hard
enough so She actually hurt Her own hand.

   "Let's go into the kitchen, I'll get you some ice, sis" I heard Ma'am's
sister say.  As Ma'am sat at the kitchen table, I was listening to the
conversation.

   "Sorry I had to call you - I'm just at the end of my rope," I heard
Ma'am say.  She continued, "You know sis - he's not THAT bad.  He's such an
ADORABLE little pervert.  I know he tries, he just can't help himself -
sometimes I almost feel sorry for him.  If he would only learn to CONTROL
his baser urges!"

   "Now, STOP THAT!" I heard the "evil one" say.  "Don't you DARE feel
sorry for him!  All men are the same - and they can all be trained.  It's
come down to a power struggle between you two - he does most things ok, but
he's trying to make his stand on his masturbation!  You break him on that,
and everything else will fall in place!"

   "I don't know if we can break him on this one - this is the third time!
And he keeps getting worse!  Panties!  - Jesus!" Ma'am replied.

   The "evil sister" went on.  "Listen to me - he'll break.  I have my
slave so scared to even THINK about touching himself, he won't even WASH
without my permission to do so!  Leave him to me for the night, you'll have
no further problems - remember last time?"

   "No," Ma'am answered (and I - despite myself - let out a sigh of
relief), "He's MY slave, and I've got to fix it.  I can't have you over
here every time he gets out of hand.  It's just I've run out of ideas!"

   "Let's take a walk," suggested sister, "I can float some ideas, you
decide what you want to do.  I'll leave it completely up to you." She
raised her voice, "SLAVE - I KNOW you're listening - you STAY in that
corner, don't move a muscle, until we get back!"

   God, I HATE her.  I stayed.

   They returned some time later.  Ma'am came over, caressed my ass, and
gently removing the dildo, whispered "I love you and you're adorable. 
Please behave - I hate it when I have to punish you.  Now - go put on your
tie, and make dinner - my sister is staying for dinner." Thank God.  Ma'am
knows I'm sorry, and I'll try to do better.  That evil bitch sister of Hers
didn't convince Her to abuse me any more.

   Dinner is interesting.  I wear a black tie, nothing else.  I prepare
dinner and serve Ma'am (and this evening her sister as well).  I eat after
they're done, and clean up.  It's usually a relaxing, enjoyable time of
day. Sometimes Ma'am is in the other room, but sometimes She's there in the
kitchen, just talking with me as I prepare the meal.  Tonight, probably
because She didn't want to appear to be civil in front of "evil sister,"
She and Her sister sat in the living room as I made dinner.  Dinner this
evening was nice, except when it came time for me to eat, and Ma'am's
sister suggested "Put the plate on the floor, and let him eat like the
animal that he is." Ma'am overruled that, and I ate at the counter as
usual.

   Dinner was done, the kitchen was clean, and I was just about to read the
paper - I figured I'd stand at the counter and read tonight, as I didn't
feel like sitting - when Ma'am called out, "Come in here." I reported to
her in the living room, she was sitting on the couch, her sister was in one
of the chairs.

   "I've been considering things," Ma'am told me, "and I've decided I'll
let you masturbate.  BUT - only with permission from me, and you CAN'T use
my panties." I saw "evil sister" roll her eyes.  Good - she was pissed. 
Teach her to try to make my beloved Ma'am abuse me.  "So," Ma'am continued,
"do you want to masturbate?"

   "Well..  Yes, Ma'am," I replied.

   "OK," Ma'am said, "go get some lube and a tissue.  Come out here and
masturbate in front of me.  I want to watch you."

   Hmmm.  This wasn't EXACTLY what I wanted.  I don't mind cumming in front
of Ma'am; but Her sister, well.  But this was better than I had hoped for,
so I guess I couldn't complain.  I was SURE it was a helluva lot better
than what sister had in mind.  I went and got the lube and tissues.  "Get
your pillow for your sore little butt," I heard Ma'am call.  Good idea.

   I put the pillow down in from of Ma'am, sat on it, and lubed myself
generously.  As I started to relieve myself, I was told to lie back, relax.
It didn't take long.  The pain in my ass was subsiding, it was more erotic
than painful now, and I spurt copiously.  I was a little nervous, but got
most of it into the tissue.

   "You know," I heard sister say, "it still cracks me up to see them cum.
They just lose all control, go all over the place.  Just proves they're
worthless without a woman to take control of them." Screw her - Ma'am and I
have worked this out.  We don't need her.

   "Go dispose of the tissue," Ma'am instructed me, "then come back here."
I went and flushed the tissue, washed my hands, and went back to my Ma'am.

   "Now," said Ma'am, "do you want to masturbate again, right now?"

   "No, Ma'am," I replied, "I'm fine."

   "But you were severely spanked today," Ma'am pointed out, "don't you
think you should COMPLETELY relieve yourself while you have the chance?"

   "No, Ma'am," I said again, "I'm relieved just fine now."

   "ARE YOU ARGUING WITH YOUR MISTRESS?!!" I suddenly heard "evil sister"
scream, "SIT DOWN AND JERK OFF AGAIN, SCUMBAG!"

   Well, shit.  I knew sister would screw this up.  OK.  I sat down, lubed
up again, got it hard again, and worked at it.  This wasn't as much fun as
last time.  Finally, after a bit of time, I came.  It wasn't very much, but
I had really blown my load the first time.  I would think that Ma'am would
be satisfied.

   "Very good," Ma'am said approvingly, "dispose of the tissue and come
back here."

   Once again, I flushed the tissue, washed my hands, and returned to
Ma'am.

   "Now," Ma'am told me, "masturbate again."

   "But Ma'am," I protested, "I can't.  I'm all out.  Please don't make me
try again.  It's starting to get sore."

   "SCREW THIS!" "evil sister" spouted, "Restrain him, sis - I'm going to
milk the little bastard!"

   OH SHIT!  "Hands on head," Ma'am told me, no nonsense in Her voice.  She
returned, and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs on one wrist, then the
other as She took each wrist in turn.  Then I was forced to the floor, and
the leg spreader went on, first one ankle, then the other.  I'd seen the
leg spreader before, Ma'am had used it as I became accustomed to Her
strap-on, but I didn't know Ma'am had handcuffs.  The cuffs were then
attached to a hook near the baseboard behind the couch I had never noticed
before.  I was stretched out, hands above my head, attached to the
baseboard, with my legs forced apart.  "Evil sister" had left for the
kitchen, and presently returned with a black bag.  Heaven help me.  I knew
one of the things in that bag - a constricting cock ring, that sister knew
how to use with vengeance.  Sister roughly grabbed my cock, and started
pumping.  Oh, God, it's sore!

   "He's fighting me," sister said, "shove your pussy in his face."

   Ma'am undid her pants, shed those and Her panties, and put Her knees on
either side of my face.  She lowered her luscious pussy onto my mouth, and
instructed me to start licking.  Despite my soreness, I could feel myself
getting hard as Ma'am exposed Herself to me.  Sister was unrelenting.  She
kept jerking my dick, never giving me a chance.  The combination of the two
women's efforts eventually had its desired effect.  As I started to cum,
sister shoved her finger up my ass, and pressed against my prostrate,
continuing all the while to jerk my dick relentlessly.  I was amazed as my
dick, throbbing in pain, spurt almost as much as my first orgasm.  Even as
the spurts subsided, sister kept the pressure on my prostrate, coaxing the
last few molecules of cum from my body.

   I was left gasping for breath, my dick limp and sore, my violated ass
throbbing.  Sis said, "Now THAT'S how you milk a worthless dick!"

   "God, I was watching," Ma'am said, "that was great!  I'll remember that!
Christ!  I'm horny now!"

   "Well," evil sister pointed out, "you have your slave - have him
pleasure you until you're satisfied!  You better get ready, slave!"

   "Oh no," I cried, "I can't - really - I've absolutely nothing left - you
took it from me!  Please - Ma'am - I can pleasure you Ma'am ALL DAY
tomorrow!  Please!"

   "Do you understand now, slave?" I heard sister taunt.  "YOU NEVER
pleasure yourself!  You keep yourself ready AT ALL TIMES in case your
mistress needs you!  YOU WILL give your mistress pleasure!  RIGHT NOW! 
Mount him, sis!"

   Ma'am was naked, in all Her glory now.  She positioned Herself over my
limp cock, brushing it with her pussy hair back and forth.  Oh, God, it
ached!  My dick became semi-erect, and I could feel its throbbing soreness
with each beat of my heart.  Ma'am took my cock, and crammed it against her
entrance, thrusting Herself upon me, forcing me to get harder, and
simultaneously forcing me into Her.  Her thrusts just compounded my pain.
My poor, abused dick was just SO sore.  I started to get softer, even
within Her.

   "I'm not going to get off like this," Ma'am said despairingly.  "He's
just not getting anywhere NEAR the spot I need."

   "Lay on the floor, I'll roll the sorry bastard on top of you," sister
said, "If he doesn't start performing, I'll use a little motivation on
him!"

   "Evil Sister" rolled me on top of Ma'am.  Ma'am grabbed my semi-erect,
sore cock and shoved it into Her.  "Oh, Christ," Ma'am despaired, "it's
even worse like this."

   I was trying.  Sister - that bitch - was opening her black bag.  I was
getting desperate.  I wanted SO bad to satisfy Ma'am, I tried to
concentrate on anything but my sore cock.  Suddenly, <swish>, <Whack!> I
felt sister use a hunting crop on me!  Oh, my GOD!  She hit a spot where I
had been spanked, I could see bright light from the pain!  "You better get
to work, slave!" I heard the bitch say, with more strokes raining upon my
abused ass.  The astonishing pain seemed to draw the soreness from my dick,
hardness was returning.

   "It's a little better, but STILL not enough!" Ma'am advised sister.  I'm
despairing.

   Sister quit raising welts on my ass, and returned to her black bag. 
This is just getting worse.  I started pumping as hard as I could.  Ma'am
was thrusting against me, and beginning to moan (that was different - Ma'am
had NEVER moaned before).

   "Too late, you little prick!" I heard the evil voice of sister.  "You
should have started satisfying her 15 minutes ago - now you're going to get
what you deserve!" I looked.  I gaped.  Sister was naked, except for a
strap-on.  And it was TWICE the thickness of what Ma'am uses on me!  It was
black and knarled, looking for all the world like the strap-on from hell. I
redoubled my efforts.  I heard the bitch behind me.  "You sorry little
bastard - you could have been doing this from the start!  You want to play
games!  Ooooo!  (said in a mocking tone) My dick is sore!  Ooooo!  I don't
have anything left!  NOW you'll find out what SORE is, you worthless waste
of life!"

   When sister decides to fuck someone, she's serious, I'll tell you.  I
felt like my asshole was being torn in half.  She was putting her weight
into that strap-on, on every time she thrust into me, I thrust into Ma'am.
Oh my GOD!  I was screaming, Ma'am was moaning louder, sister was grunting
from her effort!  It seems to go on for hours.  When Ma'am came, I ended up
with scratches down my back.  As sister reamed me, she started slapping my
ass, just increasing my discomfort.  When it was done, and Ma'am had
declared Herself satisfied, I was released from my bonds.  Sister left,
declaring her slave would have a busy night.  I certainly don't envy him.
Ma'am and I were left alone, and she told me to go shower and go to bed.

   I started down the hallway, then thought.  I went back, looked at Ma'am,
and asked, "Ma'am, with your permission, may I wash my genitalia?"
   She kissed me.