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Date: Wed, 06 Nov 1996 12:38:13 -0800
From: AnonEMoose <an000000@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.bondage, alt.sex.femdom
Subject: STORY (updated): Menstruation Slavery (FM, bd, Fdom)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage.stories,alt.sex.femdom
Subject: STORY (updated): Menstruation Slavery (FM, bd, Fdom)

This story was extremely crude in its original form; I have tried to
add in a few touches of semi-sophistication (don't bother telling me
if you think it might not have been really worth the effort).

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From: mayost@leland.Stanford.EDU
Date: Mon, 16 Aug 93 12:26:27 GMT
Message-ID: <CMwn5J.2EJ@cs.uiuc.edu>
Subject: Male submission, Transvestism, Tampons

                         MENSTRUATION SLAVERY

             (By Le Carnard - The Purveyor of Fine Filth)

My slave training began two months ago when my thirty-seven year old
next door neighbor happened to catch me buying my supply of sanitary
napkins and Tampax.  Melanie is a sexy-looking lady with a dynamite
body.  She had just recently moved into the apartment complex where I
live.  As I found out later, after becoming her slave, she works as a
legal secretary and was recently divorced.  She said her former
husband was a lousy lover, only caring about his own orgasms, and
that at first she had been hurt by his running off with some young
slut.  She soon realized that he was the loser, not her.  She sold
the big fancy house he had bought her and moved to this apartment
complex.  She said that she had checked out all the single men when
she first moved here.  I was the one that most appealed to her, and
she was glad that she caught me in the grocery store.

No sooner had I arrived home that day, then Melanie, my neighbor and
soon to be my Mistress, was at my door.  At first she made it seem
that it was purely accidental that she was there at that moment.  But
she was not at all shy or embarassed when she pretended to notice the
Tampax in my grocery bag, and said that she had seen me buying such
items several times in the grocery store -- and that she knew I was
not married, and that she had never seen any women enter or leave my
apartment.  On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy my embarassment and
humiliation, as she boldly asked me why did I then buy such items.  I
was caught out, and my guard was down, and I really wanted to confess
my secret to somebody anyway.  She quickly dropped the pretence of
being a mere nosey neighbour, and we got down to business -- she
asked about my fetish, saying that she was interested in such kinds
of sexual practices, and that herself had some "kinky" preferences,
such as dominating and humiliating men, though she had never yet
really acted on them.

I somewhat sheepishly confessed that since my college days I have
enjoyed wearing certain feminine products.  I described how the soft
cotton of a sanitary napkin against my balls was wonderful, and how
going out in public with a Kotex between my legs and a Tampax up my
ass would keep my cock hard for hours.  She was so easy to talk to,
and so understanding.  She asked me what I thought was the basis of
my fetish.  I couldn't answer precisely; but I told her that maybe I
really thought of the female genitals as being very mysterious and
exotic, but also very important -- the basic difference between men
and women and the foundation of all sex -- and that the flow of blood
made the female genitals even more mysterious and exotic, more
different from anything that can be found in my own uninteresting
male body.  And whatever is mysterious and exotic and unknown may be
considered as dangerous and repulsive (the way most men have viewed
menstruation, maybe), but also as attractive and alluring.  So for me
menstruation has some kind of basic connection to sex -- and besides,
blood also has some kind of special powerful meaning (though I know
that menstrual flow is not really `blood').  The word `blood' is
mentioned over 350 times in the Old Testament (a book I am very
familiar with from my childhood).  And the Old Testament laws on
menstruation show that those old-time people thought that
menstruation had great importance and power (even if the men in the
Old Testament viewed it as dangerous and repulsive also).

Anyway, I am not an intellectual or a psycho-analyst, and maybe this
is all bullshit, but we talked all about this, and that was the best
I was able to explain it to her or myself.  She did not try and put
me down for my fetish, and I soon confessed to her some other little
quirks that I had.  I told her that I was not really a transvestite,
but that I was aroused by women's underwear, and I sometimes wore
women's lace panties -- and that the sanitary napkins kept me from
staining them when I would suddenly have a climax, just from thinking
about women wearing them too.

She told me that she thought some of my "kinkiness" and fetishes
were compatible in a way with hers, and that maybe she could use a
relationship between us to finally act on some of her own fantasies
also.  She said that one of her fantasies was to have a slave.  She
said she had fantasies where the slave was a man and sometimes the
slave was a woman.  She asked if I had any such Dominant fantasies.
I told her no.  She smiled, and she told me she had thought I was a
submissive, which was why she had come to me.

She told me that she was attracted to me, but that she had just come
out of a marriage where for eleven years sex was the missionary
position twice or three times a week (or less often if her husband
was cheating on her), and she really didn't want to get into another
relationship with anybody that remotely resembled that one.  That was
why she had been so excited when she had begun to find out about my
fetish, and especially that my fetish had submissive tendencies.

Taking my hands into hers, she gazed into my eyes and ask if I wanted
to take my fetish one step further and become her menstrual slave.
After years of fantasizing about women on the rag, here was one
wanting me to service her monthly.  I quickly agreed.  She said my
training would begin the following week when her period was due to
start.  She admitted that she wasn't very experienced at this kind of
dominant-submissive relationship, and I'm not either, but we talked
about the basic way things would work between us, and we agreed that
she would be free to improvise somewhat and draw up precise rules and
requirements for me to follow, but that if I was uncomfortable or I
thought my needs were not being met, I could bring it up, and we
would talk about it.

                            *  *  *

The following Wednesday evening, Melanie called and put my week-long
nervousness to rest.  She wanted me at her apartment, dressed only in
a robe.  Upon entering her place Melanie presented me with a list of
rules I must follow to the letter.   She asked if I wanted to be her
slave and accept her as my mistress.  When I replied, "Oh!  Yes,
Melanie! more than anything," she ordered me to kneel down and read
the list of rules out loud to her.

Falling immediately to my knees, I began:

 1) I must wear a Kotex and have a Tampax up my ass at all times.
 2) During her period, I will wear Melanie's used Kotex or Tampax.
 3) During non-work hours, I must change Melanie's protection for her.
 4) I will lick her pussy on command until it is clean.
 5) I will receive an enema at the beginning and end of her period.
 6) I will not be allowed to cum unless Melanie jerks me off.
 7) I will only be allowed to wear feminine underwear while serving
    Melanie.
 8) From now on, I must treat my genitals as if they were female,
    and use feminine hygiene products, and douches, Tampax, and
    vaginal lubricants.
 9) I will be Melanie's slave, and do chores and menial work for her,
    and obey her orders, as long as there would be nothing harmful
    and my job and other outside commitments would not be interfered
    with.

Melanie said that if I broke any of the rules I would be punished.
And if I refused to carry out any command she would probably dismiss
me as her slave, never to see her again.

I quickly agreed to obey her, and began my life as a slave.  Melanie
began by giving me a soapy enema, followed by the insertion of a
Tampax Super.  My cock was rock hard.  Melanie then presented me with
a sanitary napkin belt, which I put around my waist.  Melanie then
lay down on the bed, and commanded me to remove her Kotex.  Raising
her skirt, I quickly lowered her panties.  She even helped by raising
her hips from the bed.  Once I had the used pad detached from her
belt, she instructed me to attach it to my own.  It was still warm
from being in contact with her crotch.  Once it was in place, my cock
seemed to swell larger.  Melanie then ordered me to get a new
sanitary napkin from the bathroom.  On returning, I stood at the end
of the bed.  Melanie had put her feet up on the bed.  She now spread
her legs widely, showing me her vagina.  A small amount of menstrual
fluid had leaked from the lips of her pussy.  She had unbuttoned her
blouse and pushed her bra up and was now playing with her own breast.
Pinching the nipples, she smiled up at me and said "Clean the outer
lips of my pussy before you attach the new Kotex to the belt, Slave."
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I lowered my head to her crotch.  At
first I ran my tongue around the edges of her pubic hair, not sure if
I could go through with it, even though it was my fantasy.

Leaning up on her elbows, Melanie commanded "Do it, Slave."  Closing
my eyes, I ran my tongue alongside her right pussy lip.  The taste
was different but not bad.  I began licking in earnest, once the
bloody discharge was gone and her pussy was clean.  I spread her cunt
open and darted my tongue into the center of her hole.  The more I
ate her the better she tasted.  Melanie even reached down to hold
herself open.  She moaned for me to lick her clit.  When she
orgasmed, the flavor of the juices changed.  When she finally had had
enough, she reached down and pulled my face up, and said "Enough for
now, attach the clean Kotex.  You'll have to change me again in four
hours."

Once she had her panties and the rest of clothes on, she had me lie
on the bed.  She removed the Kotex and instructed me to bring my legs
back over my head.  The tip of my cock was now only two or three
inches from my face.  She stroked my dick slowly then faster and
faster.  When I moaned I was cumming.  She order me to open my mouth
wide.  In no time, cum began shooting from the head of my cock in
great streams and landed right on my tongue.  I swished it around in
my mouth and tasted it, before she commanded "Swallow it."  My spunk
didn't taste bad and I was sure I would taste it often.

Melanie then reattached the Kotex to my belt and dressed me up in a
beautiful pair of panties.  I then went to work cleaning up the
apartment, knowing that in less than four hours I would be changing
her again.  She said that this time I would have to insert a Tampax
into her vagina, but that she would need to cleaned up first.

So far, it's been heaven for me since that fateful day she caught me
buying my Kotex.  Now when we go shopping, she makes me hand carry
both our Feminine Products to the check-out counter.  I can hardly
wait; in another week, I'll be helping my mistress to stay clean and
feminine for another of her periods.