------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: This is a work of adult fiction and is not intended for minors, nor for any persons likely to be offended by explicit erotic content. Distribution in any area where possession may violate laws or community standards is likewise prohibited. The author retains copyright for this work; you are hereby granted license to download, print, and/or archive this work for personal use only. License is not granted to archive or publish this work by any means in any publicly available archive, or physical form, except ASSTR, without the author's prior consent. Like the story? Loathe it? Let the author know. Look him up on /authors.html ~Subhub Jeffy Story codes: FDom/M Anal Nipple Oral Tort ------------------------------------------------------------- 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… ------------------------------------------------------------- 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.