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Robbie walked in the office exactly one half-hour from the time Melinda left the kitchen of their home and walked down the flight of stairs to the garage leaving him on his knees with oatmeal and piss smeared all over his face. Now clean-faced and smartly dressed in business-causal attire, Robbie greeted their office admin as he walked past her deck located the office entry.
"Good morning Anne," greeted Robbie while he unbuttoned his leather jacket and walked by her desk on his way to his office.
"Good morning Robbie," Anne replied.
Robbie entered his office, threw his coat over one of the chairs facing his desk and settled into the executive chair behind his desk and commenced to log-on to his computer. While the computer was coming up, he fetched a cup of coffee from the little kitchenette area in the office and returned to his desk and prepared himself for a day on the phone in order to make the ten-appointment goal that Melinda set. He was already quite conscious of the uncomfortable compression and binding in his abdominal and groin areas from the extra tight girdle that Melinda compelled him to wear. He knew that its intended purpose was to keep him on task all day and serve as a reminder of the threat of punishment for failure to meet his goal.
As he continued to shift his weight around in the chair trying to get comfortable, Melinda appeared in the doorway to his office.
"Good morning Robbie. Are you having a pleasant day so far?"
Robbie raised his head and made eye contact.
"Yes. Thank you for asking. I will be making calls all day as you requested and logging at least as many sales appointments as the ten that you require."
"See that you do. I'm too busy to check up on you today so I hope that you can stay focused and be successful at your assigned task. I'm sure you remember what the consequences will be for failure?"
"Yes, I'm aware," replied Robbie as he began to uncomfortably fidget in his seat.
"Good. I'm having lunch with our neighbor Beck today. You are not allowed to eat anything in the office during the day. You had a wonderful and hardy breakfast this morning. One I'm sure that you won't soon forget. The good news for you is that I'm planning on taking you out to dinner tonight. I expect you home at 5:30. OK with that?"
"Yes".
"Yes what?"
"Yes Mistress," Robbie replied in a whisper so that his response would not likely be overheard by Melinda's other employees in adjacent offices.
"Now get to work." commanded Melinda as she walked off to handle other office business.
* * * * *
It was exactly noon when Melinda entered The Northfield Pizza Factory, a local bistro-style eatery in the center of the village and scanned the lunch-time crowd for Beck. Beck's long, wavy, auburn hair made her somewhat easy to spot. She was sitting at a small two-person table in the very rear of the restaurant. She moved in the direction of Beck's table. Beck, who was also scanning the crowd from her table noticed Melinda and gestured to her with a slight wave of her right hand.
"Hi Beck," greeted Melinda pulling out the empty chair. "What a morning! I got in late. Robbie didn't get up and make me breakfast so I had to deal with him."
Beck nodded and smiled acknowledging that she understood exactly what Melinda was saying between the lines.
Rebecca Arnsworth, known by everyone as simply "Beck", used to work as a sales rep in Melinda's office until she obtained her real estate license and left to pursue a new career. Melinda and Beck had remained friends because she and her husband Steve also live on Toll Bridge Lane only four houses apart.
"I took the liberty to ordering a wood-fired Margarita Pizza and a couple glasses of Merlot while I was waiting for you. I hope that's OK," said Beck
"That's fine. I'm really hungry and I have to get back to the office."
Beck lowered her voice so as to not be overheard by individuals in adjacent tables.
"What's up with Robbie?"
"Oh just an assortment on little infractions that I have to deal with all the time like oversleeping, failure to bring in Pembrook last night, being inattentive to my needs. I had to paddle him good this morning and discipline him in some other ways as well."
"What else did you do to him?" Beck discretely whispered.
"Trust me. You don't what to know just before lunch. It would definitely spoil your appetite," Melinda cautioned.
"Oh, probably some gross humiliation stuff – Your specialty."
"Yeah, you could say that. But enough said about my little pussy-whipped husband. How are Steve and you getting along?"
"Well, I've really been hinting around this submissive thing for a while now. I really would like to turn him into a submissive like Robbie. I really kind of admire relationship the two of you have. After all the conversations we've had over the past year I'm really beginning to recognize my latent dominate character like you did two years ago when Robbie suggested that the two of try some domestic discipline play to spice up your relationship. I can't believe how far you've come since then. How did you do it?"
"It's not something that you can just turn on like a switch. I came to realize after reading books and getting information off the web, that I've had this sadistic side to me from early childhood. Some of the incidents in my life and some of the crazy things I did began to make sense. I never quite understood why the concept of a boy or a man being tied up or punished invoked a sexual response in me before I was even old enough to realize that it was indeed a sexual response."
"And you repressed these feelings as you were growing up?"
"Sure I did Beck. I felt odd and a little frightened of them. I thought I might be psychotic of something like that. The whole think resurfaced when the most improbable thing happened. Against all odds, I just happened to marry a guy who was a closet submissive. It seems so incredible that if you read it in a book or saw it in a movie you wouldn't think the story line was realistic. But it's true. Me, a repressed sadistic woman, just by luck ended up with a masochistic husband. We lived together in marriage for five years without either of us revealing our true nature to each other."
"Unbelievable! I just wish I had the same luck with Steve," said Beck.
"You never know. There might be some submissive characteristics lurking around in Steve's personality somewhere. We just need the right key to release them. And what if he doesn't have any submissive inclinations whatsoever? I wonder if such a man could somehow be transformed into a submissive. Robbie definitely wasn't nearly as submissive when we first started experimenting with this domestic discipline lifestyle as he is now. I brought him a long way down the path of submission. Maybe you just need a subtle starting point with Steve and start to train him to be more and more involved with this type of activity. The starting point may be something as simple as withholding sex from him until he is willing to submit to being tied up or something like that. Keep the activity light and fun at first. All men like to engage in naughty sexual taboos once in a while. Then you may be able to ease him in deeper and deeper. It's something to ponder isn't it? It could make for an interesting study in human dynamics."
"Sounds like something I could try. Maybe I can lure that little submissive side out of him. Unfortunately, Steve is out of town on business until next week. So, I'll have to wait to try to try out your suggestion."
"Maybe there's silver lining to that cloud. Take the week and try to look up as much stuff as you can on the web by then. Secondly, after being on the road for a week, he'll come home probably honey as hell".
"He always does!"
"Well, Beck sounds like a golden opportunity to conduct a little scientific study by introducing Steve to some new rules in the bedroom. By the way, I was thinking of taking Robbie to a whole new level this weekend. So far it's been just Robbie and me doing our little domestic discipline routine in the privacy of our home. I wonder how humiliated he would be if suddenly a second dominate female was brought into the equation – especially someone he knows in life outside of our home. I promised Robbie that if he worked hard all Saturday cleaning the house until it was spotless that we would watch the Buffalo Bills game together Sunday afternoon. However, it's not going to be what he thinks watching the game is going to be like. I have some special plans for him – to make the game more interesting, so to speak. Why don't you come over for the game and observe and perhaps join in on the fun at poor Robbie's expense, if you feel comfortable with it?"
Beck's cheeks began to blush.
"Wow! Really! That sounds really exciting. I'll do it. Maybe it will give me some experience for handling Steve."
"OK Beck my friend. The game starts at 1:00 so show up at that time. Dress seductively as to can just to further torment Robbie. Perhaps you could wear that sexy blue dress that I know you have. Also, don't wear any stockings. Robbie goes absolutely mad when he sees bare female legs below the hem-line."
"Melinda, you're such a bitch!"
"Yeah, something like that," Melinda chuckled. "It looks like our food is coming. So, I'll see you Sunday at 1:00."
Beck smiled. "I'll be there."
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It was 5:30 and the streets of the suburban village of Northfield were being heavily traveled by commuters returning from the city. Melinda's publishing business was located in the village only a few miles from home. Robbie and Melinda drove separately to work and they were each negotiating their way through the commuter traffic at the same time in their respective vehicles.
Robbie arrived home before Melinda and waited patiently for her in the kitchen of their home. He was mad with hunger and was tempted to sneak a quick bite of something prior to Melinda's arrival. But he had second thoughts fearing that Melinda would somehow find out. She always seems to somehow find out.
At the very next moment, Robbie heard Melinda's Lexus pull into the driveway. A minute later, she was in the kitchen face to face with Robbie.
"So how many sales appointments did you log today," inquired Melinda.
"Eight," Robbie replied.
"You're two short. You know what that means?"
"Mistress, I didn't think you were going to hold me to that goal of ten. Eight appointments in a single day are far more than any of our sales staff has ever made in one day. All considering, I think I did really well today, and I've been looking forward to going out to diner as you promised."
"Robbie dear, I don't make idle threats. Two appointments short means two hours tied up naked in your room tonight with the windows open."
"Please reconsider Mistress, I feel I did really well today and probably made you a lot of money," begged Robbie.
"No way! When I make a proclamation it is final – cast in concrete. You should know that by now. You will suffer the consequences of your short coming for two hours tonight after we get back from dinner. Any further discussion of this issue will increase the time of your punishment. Now lower your paints and stand at attention with your hands clasped behind your head. I wish to observe you in your pretty little figure-control girdle."
Robbie complied with Melinda's request. Without protest, he undid the buckle on his belt and unzipped himself. A slight gyration of his hips caused he paints to fall and gather around his ankles as he raised his arms and clasped his hands behind the back of his head. He stood at ridged attention as Melinda reviewed her husband in one of her favorite submissive poses. She could see how the extra small white ladies figure-shaping girdle compressed Robbie's stomach, groin area and extended down his thighs to just above his knee caps. She thought that the girdle actually resembled an extra-tight pair of white bike pants except for the lacy trim that encircled each leg just above the knee. That little bit of femininity is what made the girdle look really exquisite on her husband. She slipped her hands inside the girdle at the waist and slowly pealed it down until it bunched up around Robbie's thighs exposing his balls and penis. She produced a four foot length of sash cord which she retrieved from a kitchen drawer. She looped the cord several times around the base of Robbie's cock behind his balls and tied it off so the she now had her submissive husband on a tether by his genitals. She then tugged the girdle back up around his midsection with the loose end of the cord draped outside of the girdle at his waist. She could now lead him around as she saw fit.
The next item on Melinda's agenda was to retrieve some caps from plastic soda bottles, which she had been saving for such an occasion, in a coffee can in the laundry room just off the kitchen. See returned with six caps. See positioned herself so as to have access to Robbie's back side and slipped the bottle caps inside the girdle. Three caps were spread out in a triangle formation about two inches apart on each ass cheek. The tight elastic girdle pushed the plastic bottle caps into the flesh of Robbie's ass and held them firmly in place. The elastic was so tight around his hips that there was no concern that the caps would shift. They were to stay in place until Melinda decided to remove them.
"OK," said Melinda, "Pick up your pants and tuck the loose end of the cord inside your shirt. You are now prepared to go to diner with me. I'm hungry, so let's get going."
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Robbie sat in the passenger seat next to Melinda, who was driving her Lexus sedan across town to Frankie Dee's Italian Restaurant. He continued to wiggle and shift his weight around in the leather bucket seat fruitlessly trying to find a position that he could tolerate for the remainder of the drive. But there was no such comfortable position to be found. One or two of the bottle caps were always burrowing into the flesh on his bottom no matter how he tried to adjust himself.
The drive to Frankie Dee's took less than fifteen minutes. Nonetheless the trip was most uncomfortable for Robbie. Melinda said nothing to him during the drive to the restaurant but glanced over in his direction several times and smiled approvingly after observing his fruitiness attempt to find a comfortable position. She was delighted that her little invention was achieving the desired effect and thought about how interesting dining experience was likely to be that evening.
Melinda backed into one of the farthest and most secluded spots in Frankie Dee's parking lot. Her Lexus was almost completed hidden from view by the big green dumpster at the rear of the lot. She babied her car and always tried to park in out of harms way if possible.
As Melinda put the car in park and switched the ignition to "off" Robbie got out of the car and quickly walked about to the driver's side to open the door for his wife. She got out of her car, and hit the lock button on the remote transmitter hanging from her key chain. Together they walked toward the restaurant.
"Enjoy the ride", Melinda teased as she playfully spanked Robbie's bottom.
"Yes Mistress," he replied trying to act as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred during the trip.
"Good! Then I assume the dining experience shall be as equally pleasurable for you." You know that the food is great here but they are a little slow with service. I estimate that well shall be sitting and having diner for about two hours. There will be plenty of time for us to talk and have a relaxing diner".
Robbie cringed slightly but did not reply. They were close to the restaurant entrance and he was preparing to open the door for Melinda.
Once the couple was inside the restaurant entrance they were greeted by the establishment's hostess. It was still early for dinner and the restaurant was not yet busy. Melinda requested a booth in one of the remotest locations in the restaurant. Part of the charm of Frankie Dee's was that the restaurant was partitioned up into several small dining areas. Thus, most of the tables seemed cozy, private, and intimate.
The couple was led to their booth. Robbie slid very gingerly into his side of the booth so as to minimize the pain from the bottle caps on his ass. The hostess handed them menus and announced that their waitress would be buy shortly to take their order. He was already squirming but was thankful that at least the benches of the booth were padded.
The hostess left the couple alone with their menus.
"Ok Robbie, hand it over," demanded Melinda.
"Please Mistress, don't do that here. People will see. It will be embarrassing for us both it someone sees it."
"Robbie you know better than to question me. What's gotten into you? I'm going to have to deal with your attitude later tonight. Now hand it over before I get really angry and take you home for discipline right now!"
Without further decent, Robbie reached inside his shirt, pulled out the cord, and discretely handed it off to Melinda's waiting hand under the table.
Melinda wasted no time in giving a strong tug to the cord, forcing her husband forward in the booth so that his lower chest was pulled right up against the edge of the table.
"Listen man-slut. I don't want any problems with you in the restaurant tonight."
She pulled a little harder on the cord.
"Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes. Yes Mistress." replied Robbie as his face grimaced from the pain.
"Good Boy," said Melinda releasing the tension on the cord while glancing at the menu.
"I think I'll have eggplant parmesan tonight and you shall have a salad and water. Sound OK with you Robbie?"
"Mistress, please! I had nothing to eat all day since your special breakfast. Couldn't I please have something a little more substantial? I'm very hungry".
"Robbie, you know the nutrition plans I have you. However, I will give you a choice. Either have the meal I recommend or order anything else you want off the menu. However, it will cost you two strokes with my bamboo cane when I get you home for punishment time for each dollar of the cost of your meal. The salad will cost you nothing. It's your choice dear."
Robbie squirmed on the padded bench. The bottle caps were really digging into him as he pondered his options.
"But Mistress, there are no meals on this menu less that $10. Even the spaghetti and meatballs is $10 here," he whined.
"That's correct dear. That warm delicious bowl of pasta will only cost you a mere twenty strokes with the cane this evening. On the other hand, that healthy salad bowl would literally save your ass. So, what will it be? The waitress is coming over."
Robbie shifted his weight on the bench once more. He could feel his stomach rumble. He could feel himself going mad with hunger.
"Hi, I'm Jenny and I'll be your waitress for the evening. May I start you folks out with something to drink or an appetizer," asked the beautiful slim teenager who looked about seventeen.
Melinda responded, "We are actually ready to order our diner. I would like a glass of your house red wine and the eggplant parmesan."
"Very good. And you sir?"
Robbie hesitated. Suddenly he could feel a tightness around his balls and became cognizant of the cord under the table slowly becoming tighter and tighter. He looked at Melinda pleasantly smiling at him from across the table. He then turned and made contact with the teenager's eyes. He felt a strong yank on the cord. He stammered and blurted out, "Spaghetti and meatballs".
Jenny stared at Robbie trying to understand the anguish he expressed in his face. She realized that something strange was going on with this guy. He seemed totally stressed out. However, she acted as if nothing was going on. "Thank you." She politely responded. "I'll be back with your bread soon," she said as she left the couple's table and headed for the restaurant kitchen to place the order.
Melinda pulled harder on the tether.
"Please Mistress Let me go. I can't stand it."
Robbie felt flush with anxiety and could detect a bead of sweat forming at his hairline and start to trickle down his forehead. He could also detect tear drops starting to form in the corner of his eyes.
"Robbie, I noticed you glance at that young twist of a waitress as she walked away from the table and I saw you check out her legs."
Melissa pulled even harder on the cord and Robbie started to lean forward actually raising his ass off the bench. He winced and whispered a low deep moan. Suddenly she relaxed her grip on the cord and he slumped back down in his seat causing the bottle caps to produce their worse pain yet on Robbie's ass. He felt self conscious and embarrassed and subtly glanced around the restaurant to reinsure himself that no one was watching him.
"Don't you dare check out another woman in my presence ever again," Melinda reprimanded. "I'm tacking six more strokes with the cane onto you punishment load this evening. Check her out again and I'll add twelve more strokes next time. How do you like that math dear?"
"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean in. It won't happen again".
"See that it doesn't or I'll cane your ass until you bleed for me".
Soon the food started to come to the couple's table first in the form of bread and salad and then the main entrees served by the cute little teenage waitress. Whenever she approached their booth, Robbie felt very ill at ease and kept his eye's focused on his wife's face so that she could not possibly perceive his eyes to be wandering in the direction of the waitress again. Of course Melinda gave Robbie a few playful yanks on his cock tether whenever the sexy young waitress was in close proximity of their booth. The result was that his face was red with embarrassment and he continued to squirm on his bench as the bottle caps continued to make their presence felt.
Robbie and Melinda spoke very little during diner. Robbie savored every bite of his meal that he knew he would have to pay a heavy price for later that evening. He thought to himself how lucky for him that his bench was padded. The bottle caps were still torturing his ass badly in spite of the bench padding as he tried to focus how delicious his meal was.
The rest of the meal proceeded without incident. Melinda paid the bill when it was presented to her with her charge card. She handed the cock tether back to Robbie for storage inside his shirt prior to leaving the restaurant.
The couple left the restaurant and entered the cool night air. Robbie estimated that the temperature was in the low forties. He noted that it seemed about fifteen degrees warmer than the previous night. He thought that this was break for him in case his wife made good on her threat later that evening of having him naked in his room for two hours with the heat registers closed and the windows open.
They were the only people in the dark parking lot as they headed toward Melinda's Lexus in the rear of the lot. She backed into the parking space so only the front end on the vehicle was visible from the parking lot. As the couple approached the auto, Melinda, unlocked the car remotely grabbed Robbie by his arm.
"I want you to walk up ahead of me my dear, get into the car and take off everything except for the girdle."
Robbie couldn't believe that he had just heard.
"What? This is dangerous Mistress. Someone could see me and it could be a very embarrassing ordeal for both of us. Please don't ask me to do that."
"Robbie, if you hurry, there's no one here right now. So get going."
"Mistress, I'm really afraid to do that. I can't ride home like that. Someone is bound to see me."
Melinda raised he voice a tone. "Robbie, just do it. That's an order. Now hurry up."
Realizing that Melinda was insistent on her little humiliation scene and that he was not going to convince her otherwise, he quickened his pace and arrived at the Lexus a good ten to fifteen steps ahead of his mistress. He got in the front seat and began to remove his clothes. Melinda hung outside the car scanning the parking lot for other people. After a minute or two she observed that the parking lot was quite void of other individuals. She opened the driver's side door and looked in on Robbie. He was naked except for the girdle and looked very vulnerable hunkered down as low as possible into the leather bucket seat of her car.
"OK Robbie. There is no time for debate or back talk. Get out and go and stand behind my car."
Robbie was startled but heeded Melinda's warning about the back talk and got out of the car and quickly walked barefoot to the rear of the vehicle. He could feel the cold damp pavement of the parking lot on his bare feet and he felt cold as the cool night air contacted the bare skin of his almost naked body.
Melinda scanned the dark and quiet parking lot and joined him at the rear of her vehicle. She popped the trunk latch with her remote and the truck gracefully glided open.
"Hop in my love. And no back talk. Now!"
Robbie was out of his head with fear. This was happening so fast and completely unexpected. His mind was whirling and he couldn't think of anything else do but climb in the truck of his wife's car. He got in quickly as he could with fear that any hesitation would increase the possibility of being seen by someone.
"Now lie on your side facing toward the front of the car and put your hands behind your back."
Robbie complied quickly assuming a fetal position which worked out well for him anyway because the bottles caps would not hurt him in that position.
Melinda produced a plastic cable tie from her purse – the kind that once on can only be cut off. She looped the tie around both of Robbie thumbs so that it was just tight enough to prevent him from getting loose and yet was not too tight to cause circulation problems. She produced a second cables tie from her purse and constrained his big toes together in as similar manner. The cock tether protruding from the girdle at Robbie's front was drawn between his legs and looped around the cable tie binding his toes and then drawn back up and tied off tightly to the cable tie encircling his thumbs. The whole procedure took less than two minutes. She scanned the parking lot once again. The coast was clear.
"I have a few errands to run before we go home so I decided that this will be the best place for you. I know how you hate shopping. Your job is to keep still and quiet in there. If I hear any noise coming from my trunk you will be in serious trouble with me. Am I making myself clear?"
Robbie was scared, shriving and on the verge of tears. "Yes, Mistress," he replied in a quivering voice not much louder than a whisper.
Melinda slammed the trunk closed. Got behind the wheel of her car, started it up, drove out of Frankie Dee's parking lot and headed for the mall for an hour or two of after dinner shopping.
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