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Story codes: FDom/M Anal Nipple Oral Tort

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Good Morning Miss Lynn
  By Subhub Jeffy & Miss Lynn


Forward

     I am an owed male.  I live with my lovely bride Miss Lynn.  Miss
Lynn and I have been married for a few years now but it has only
be recently that I confided in Her my desire to be sexually
submissive in the bedroom.  After some discussion and some play,
my wife thought it was wonderful idea to own me sexually.  My
genitals and my nipples became Her property for Her use, abuse
and amusement solely.  Therefore, She set in place some very
simple rules:

     Rule 1: Miss Lynn owns Jeffy's cock, balls and nipples
             (collectively known as Miss Lynn's property).
     Rule 2: Jeffy will not masturbate or touch Miss Lynn's property
             Miss Lynn's knowledge and permission.
     Rule 3: Jeffy will not ejaculate without Miss Lynn's knowledge
             and permission.
     Rule 4: When Jeffy does ejaculate, be it with or without Miss Lynn's 
             knowledge and permission, he is required to clean up after
             himself by eating his ejaculate.  This includes lovingly lick 
             and suck the cum out of Miss Lynn.
     Rule 5: Jeffy is not to lie to or in any way try to deceive Miss
             Lynn, especially with regard to the rules.


The Story Begins...

     It was typical morning.  My wife, the lovely Miss Lynn, was
letting me sleep in or so She thought.  You see, I usually wake
up horny.  I also usually wake up alone and finding myself alone
in bed and horny, not sure where Miss Lynn or kids were or what
they were doing and not wanting to disturb them, I start looking
through Tumblr pictures on my phone.  As thumb through the
pictures, I pull my shirt up and start playing with my nipples,
eh-um Miss Lynn's nipples.  That's when Stanley, our white cat,
wakes up from his sleep/catnap and starts demanding attention.  
So to say that I'm thumbing through tumblr pictures is a little
bit of misnomer at this point.  I find it impossible to hold the
phone and use my thumb to flip through pictures with Stanley head
butting my hands and phone for attention.  With Stanley's help,
it's next to impossible to do that and stimulate my (um Miss
Lynn's) nipples.  If Miss Lynn only knew what problems Stanley
causes at these times, She wouldn't be so jealous of Stanley. 
But instead of thanking Stanley for keeping my hands from Miss
Lynn's nipples, my wife gets disappointed, sad and then extremely
pissed off.  All of which She keeps to herself.

Such was the typical morning when Miss Lynn would let me sleep
in.  "Was" that is until this morning.

                      MISS LYNN takes over

     This morning, however, Miss Lynn comes seeing her Jeffy is such
state.  Her face turns from hurt to disappointment to anger as
thoughts go through her head.

     "Jeffy," She says, "what are you doing?  Are you playing with
your nipples, you bad little slut?"

     Starting off with "Jeffy" instead of my name lets me know that
we've going from husband and wife to domme/slave play; and that
might not be the best for me; um Jeffy.  Especially since I've
been caught with my nipples exposed.

     I think long and hard before I reply.  Keeping rule 5 close in
mind, I reply sheepishly, "Maybe, … yes …. Miss Lynn"

     "WHAT?  MAYBE, YES???! Listen slave that was a yes/no question. 
And you were a little slow in acknowledging me as your superior
but we'll attend to that in moment.  First, now were you or were
you not playing with MY nipples?  You know those are MY nipples
and I decide who and when they get played with." Miss Lynn
sternly demanded.

     "Yes, Miss Lynn, they are your nipples.  You decide who and
when they are to be touched," I replied with my eyes looking
down.

     "Look at Me, slave, and answer the question you are pathetically
trying to avoid.  Were you or were you not playing with MY
nipples?" Miss Lynn asks again in calm firm tone.

     "I was trying to Miss Lynn but Stanley makes it difficult to so…"

     "SILENCE!  Answer the question.  I don't need excuses or  your
blame shifting"

     "Yes, Miss Lynn"

     Miss Lynn waits for more and a brief moment of silence asks, "Yes
what?  Are you purposefully trying My patience?"

     "Yes, Miss Lynn, I was playing with Your nipples."

     "Now that wasn't so difficult, now was it?"  Miss Lynn says, coyly.

     I nod my head affirmatively.

     "Well if wasn't that difficult," She snaps, "why did you make so
difficult for Me?  That will only add to your punishment"

     "Here I was keeping the children quiet, so Jeffy could get
some sleep.  I come in here at 8:30 and once again find Jeffy in
bed with his phone and his shirt up. I know, of course, the
meaning this; that he was playing with MY property.  AND I am
hurt and disappointed in Jeffy.  This will not be tolerated. 
Jeffy will be punishment for breaking Rule #2."

     With that, Miss Lynn turned around, locked the door, walked over
to the leather fly swatter (that She purchased for Jeffy with
spanking in mind).  Jeffy did not look happy to be caught in the
act… though he did not deny it, he was slow to admit it.

     "Get undressed.  Completely undressed.  I want to see if you've
also broken Rules 3 and 4."  She commanded sharply.  Closely She
inspects my private area; I mean Her property.  Satisfied that I
had not ejaculated, She commands "Cage, the hand-cuff style one."

     I know I'm in trouble now.  I can only hope to endure what is
coming next.  Cage is Her command for me put on a chastity
device.  It is humiliating command for me because it is also the
command we give the dogs when they are to go into their kennel. 
Recently, we have been experimenting with male chastity devices
and given I am high ball grower we've had limited success.  We've
gotten two devices to work but neither are good for the long term
use.  The handcuff-style one pinches when going on and, in order
to work and not immediately fall off, traps my nuts in pinching
crushing sort of way.  So to have Her order me to put that one, I
know I'm in trouble.

     While I am putting on the device, Miss Lynn leaves the room only
to return a few moments later with piece of string and Saran
wrap.  I look at Her with a confused look and without
acknowledging it She says, "Good I see you've got the device on.
Now lock it and hand Me the key."  I close the lock and hand Her
the key in submissive compliant manner; still confused about the
string and Saran wrap.  Miss Lynn takes the key ties to one end
of the string.  Next She takes a piece of Saran wrap and wraps it
around the key until no sharp edges can be felt.

     Turning Her attention back to me, She places my slave collar on,
which is Her signal that Her commands are now to be followed
promptly and without questions, and attaches a leash to my
collar.   Next, She inserts a ball gag into my mouth.  Another
signal that play is about to get rough and I'm not to make noises
the kids will hear.  Next She commands, "Assume the standing
spanking position." Quickly and promptly, so as not to incur more
my Goddess' wrath, I turn my back to Miss Lynn and bend over,
grabbing ankles.  Suddenly without warning, She spreads my butt
checks and I feel Her shove something roughly up my ass as far up
as Her finger can go.  Without lube and without stretching me,
the insertion is not at all painful and, aside from the rough
manner, is neither pleasant nor too unpleasant.  Therefore, I
know it was not large object.

     "Oh look," teases Miss Lynn, "Jeffy must be on the rag today.  I
can see the string of 'her' tampon string hanging out of 'her
pussy'.  I guess that's off limits for today.  Too bad for Jeffy,
I know what a slut he is.  Oh well, we'll just have get on with
the punishment instead."  Hearing Her say this, I no longer
confused about the string and the Saran wrap.  Nor do I have any
doubts as to where the key to the chastity belt might be.

     Miss Lynn then lights into my bottom, smacking it hard, all the
while retelling my offenses: how it hurts Her to know that I play
with myself and that I don't give Her my orgasms; how
disappointed She was in me; and how I need to learn to control
myself like a good slave does and not like the slut I am now. 
She tells me that after this done I will thank Her by getting Her
off through oral worship of Her sweet juicy pussy (or at least
try, as I know She is a hard woman to please, or more
appropriately, at least a hard woman to get off).  I am less than
pleased with my predicament and soon I am whimpering a little
through my ball gag.  I take every blow without talking back or
saying that doesn't hurt because I know that will only add to the
blows until she makes sure that it hurts worse.  As the blows
land I can sense Her anger leaving; Her disappointment appeased
and Her hurt redressed.  I can sense Her starting to relax even
becoming sexually excited.  Using a mirror, Miss Lynn now shows
me my ass is now nice shade of red.  Such is the cost of
atonement and pertinence.

     "I feel better.  Looks like you do too" Miss Lynn says jokingly.
"You have now made up for your slutty transgression of playing
with My property without permission.  Now to address your further
punishment for breaking Rule #5 for being difficult in answering
my questions by trying to shift blame and for being slow to admit
you were playing with My property you will receive 5 stroke on
each butt cheek for each of these offenses.  You will also
receive 5 stroke on each butt cheek for being slow to acknowledge
Me as your superior.  That's a total of 30 additional strokes. 
Since you are gagged, I will count them.  You better hope I don't
forget the count and have to start over.  I don't think your red
ass can take much more."  With that Miss Lynn begins to
administer the strokes.  With Her anger satisfied the strokes are
not as hard or painful.

     With the punishment over, Miss Lynn orders me to lay on my back
in the middle of the bed.  She then starts licking "Her nipples,"
interspersed with a good hard pinch.  She stops this after about
5 minutes seeing how much I enjoy it.  She then places
clothespins on those little naughty tempting nipples and I moan
with pain/pleasure.  Having had thought of something better to be
in my mouth, She then took the ball gag out of my mouth.  She
allowed me the honor and privilege to suckle Her beautiful breast
but She only permits me to suck and lick, not to bite as She so
thoroughly enjoys.  Tiring of my attention there, She moves up to
straddle my face.  I taste Her and found that She was as wet as
She has ever been.  Once again I start whimpering with the
pain/pleasure of the clothespins on "Her nipples" and the
glorious thought of licking up all Her delicious juice…

To be continued…


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Hope you enjoyed this story.  This fictional work is based in
part on author's actual experience and, but more so, on his over
active imagination.