LETTER FROM WILMINGTON

Dear Shoeblossom:

Xavier is locked down. I have locked his penis by it’s piercing to a small metal loop on the side of our stone fireplace. I am not speaking to Xavier, and to illustrate the point, so he can’t just go switch on the TV and wait for me to “cool off” in his sexist phrasing, I lock his hands to his feet in a hog-tie, and then connect his penis to the side of the fireplace.

Not IN the fireplace of course. But the side gets hot when I start a roaring fire. Especially when I do it in July. Then Xavier’s penis, and his thighs, which are mushed up next to the stone outer wall of the fireplace will get uncomfortably hot.

For a time, Xavier will maintain a stubborn silence, and he won’t say much, but after the stone becomes quite hot, he’ll begin moaning, and then it’ll come: “Lori Beth, please! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to forget to pick up your watch from the jewelry repair store!”

And usually I put my Discman headphones on at that point or take a nap, or read in the tub and come down later, when Xavier is weeping with the pain and discomfort of being attached to this pipin’ hot stone wall.

My boyfriend Vernon sometimes visits, and he goes downstairs and throws a few logs on the fire, and then leaves again, because in the summer certainly Vern doesn’t want to be in a hot room like that.

At times, Vernon will take a break and drop his pants and shove his dick in Xavier’s mouth, and get a quickie BJ…he sometimes comes in Xavier’s mouth, and other times gives my husband a “facial” before zipping back up and getting out of that hot room!

Xavier of course is naked, which is helpful, but as Vernon will tell me “he’s a sweatin’ like a pig”. Vernon is not from Delaware, he’s from down South, and he has contempt for these Yankee weaklings!

When I finally go and unlock Xavier, he’s really, REALLY sweating. His flabby, disgusting body is covered with rivulets of sweat, it’s covered the lenses of his horn rims, and he’s sobbing bitterly. Because of course his dick is almost SINGED being locked to the damned hot stone.

And it’s such an effective attitude adjustment technique!

Before I tell you more about my relationship with Xavier, I must tell you about how he was initially trained by Shimmer. Vinduska “Shimmer” Kroll, a second generation Czech American was Xavier’s girlfriend before I met him.

Shimmer has coal black hair, in firm ringlets, and huge green eyes and full lips…and she is built, as my daddy used to say, “like a brick shithouse” She is bitchy looking, I have met her several times…Xavier wanted me to meet the woman who changed his life!

For Xavier was a whiskey swilling, three packs of Pall Malls a day, cocaine dabbling Valium addicted asshole…And Shimmer transformed him!

After she Xavier to quit the booze and drugs, Shimmer began working on tobacco.

It was quite difficult for Shimmer to get Xavier off of cigarettes. Fortunately, Xavier’s parents discovered his incompetence early, and bought him six buildings to manage, and most of this could be done on the phone, so Shimmer could make sure he wasn’t smoking outside…

“Why don’t we try this, Xavier?” Shimmer asked one day. “I’ll let you smoke as many cigarettes as you like, but under my conditions.”

Shimmer had some odd conditions. She had an ex-husband who she called The Pincushion, because she liked putting pins and needles in his genitals and buttocks when she went over to collect her alimony…

Shimmer had quite a bit of control over this man, and she made the Pincushion come over and suck Xavier’s dick while he smoked his first cigarette of the day… “Now remember, Xavier, I don’t want you cumming in Pincushion’s mouth, and if you do, I’m going to really make you sorry. But as long as you’re smoking, you have to let him suck your dick.

Shimmer took the Pincushion’s dentures away (she’d knocked his teeth out during a particularly exciting session years before) and he began gumming Xavier’s cock and balls. Xavier found that he was immediately quite aroused, and at some point he pushed the Pincushion’s head off his cock, and when he did this…Shimmer began whipping Xavier’s bare ass!

As she swung the evil rattan cane, Shimmer shouted “I’m going to whip you until you put your dick back in Pincushion’s mouth. So hold out as long as you can, but you’re going to get the cane!”

When Xavier couldn’t stand the cane anymore, he stuck his dick back in Pincushion’s mouth, and Pin just slurped and licked Xavier’s dick, kneeling as he was on the floor, until Xavier finally was on the verge of cumming again, and then he pulled out, and Shimmer started up again with the rattan.

Finally Xavier had finished his cigarette, and he was welted and aroused. “Don’t worry, Xavier” Shimmer said to him. “I’ll have Pincushion come over again when you’re ready for your next cigarette!”

In time Xavier agreed that he would quit smoking. The Pincushion sucking-Shimmer swatting combination was a bit too much for him. But of course Xavier was cheating constantly.

He’d go to see his tenants, or tell her he was going to hang out with friends, and come back with tobacco on his breath, and Shimmer knew she had to react with firmness. The first time this happened, Shimmer told Xavier that she wondered if he just needed more experience with tobacco.

So she used a metal mouth spreader that she’d initially used to teach the Pincushion cocksucking skills. I was surprised that such a thing existed, but apparently dentists use them to keep a patient’s mouth open during surgery.

The spreader consists of two hinged metal frames that wrap around the front of the patient's head and which have sections bent to fit between the front teeth.

When spread apart, the frames separate the jaws, holding the mouth open. The desired degree of separation is set and maintained by a ratchet  mechanism on each side of the frame. Shimmer locked Xavier’s mouth open with the metal spreader, and tied him up, and then invited some friends over that were in a local Delaware-Pennsylvania motorcycle club.

Shimmer and her friends had a cigar party, and all put their cigars, cigarettes and emptied marijuana bongs out inside Xavier’s mouth and on his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and so on. When this party was over, Xavier was violently ill for nine hours, but it had the required effect on him for not smoking for some time!

Shimmer began worrying that perhaps Xavier had an oral fixation, and she thought this might be cured by teaching him to suck other men’s penises. Xavier was averse to this at first, but Shimmer’s trusty rattan and of course the dental mouth spreader did the trick in getting him to keep his mouth open.

Shimmer had a friend who was the head of the local Delaware-Pennsylvania motorcycle club (They were called The Sugar Goblins) whose name was Louis. Louis was bisexual and often would come over and have Xavier suck his dick, while the Pincushion licked Louis’s balls…the two submissives had to really be careful not to have their heads crack together while this was going on!

And Louis would kiss Shimmer and suckle her beautiful breasts, while his lower area was being stimulated…and finally when he was good and excited, he’d push both Xavier and the Pincushion back and take Shimmer to bed and give her a good fucking.

Then the boys would come and clean all the juices up…licking out Shimmer’s twat and cleaning Louis’s dick clean of all the semen and vaginal fluids.

After a time, Xavier told Shimmer that his oral fixation was gone, and he would never smoke a cigarette or a joint again, and pleaded with her to quit the cure!

Then Shimmer began making him exercise. I smile when I heard the stories of Xavier, running desperately on a treadmill that was set at six miles an hour…and whenever he slowed down, Shimmer would slash his buttocks with a rattan!

“It’s not your fault, Xavier” Shimmer told him often. “I just want a presentable fellow to look at, you know what I mean?” Shimmer also would sit on Xavier’s ankles and make him do 200 sit-ups a day, and she regulated his intake of junk food, something I’ve never quite mastered…he’s a fat little idiot under my watch…but hey, I don’t sleep with him, right?

Once a week, Shimmer would have Xavier get on the scale, and if he didn’t lose at least two pounds (which she calculated was what he could healthily lose) she would assume he had been cheating on his diet, and she’d tie him over her carpenter’s sawhorse and wear the rattan out on his bare buttocks!

“See, Xavier” Shimmer explained, “When I have a client in here, I just use one of my cloth floggers, because after all, the whole fantasy thing is less painful than the reality…but in your case, you really need the reality of a painful punishment…we’ve got to get you away from those Twinkies!”

Sometimes Shimmer would force Xavier to ingest Epsom salts so he would vomit in the toilet, but usually he had digested what he’d eaten, and there really was no hope.

When Xavier did exceptionally well, and lost some weight, Shimmer would tell him how proud she was, and at first she’d let him fuck her now and then. Xavier reported to me that Shimmer had a very tight little quim, probably because she didn’t let many men fuck her.

But other times, when it looked like he wasn’t losing enough, really begin teasing him. Sometimes when he was doing his sit-ups, she would sit on his ankles and stroke his cock, going faster and faster as he went up and down rapidly…and then when Xavier tired, and his crunches got slower and slower…so did Shimmer’s stroking!

Her long black nails would slowww down, and Xavier would beg. “Please, Mistress Shimmer, won’t you play with my penis just a little faster?”

“I’ll go as fast as you will, Xavier, honey.” Shimmer would reply. “Why don’t you put some beef into your crunches…you can come up…there we go!”

And Xavier discovered that he really could do 500 crunches a day! Usually this wasn’t quite enough for Shimmer to bring him off…but certainly he had some control over how enjoyable his hand job was going to be!

When it came to jumping jacks, Shimmer returned to the stick portion of the carrot-and-stick philosophy. As poor Xavier slowed when he was a-jumpin’ Shimmer would go behind him and slash him with the rattan, sometimes going between his legs and jabbing his balls once or twice, to prevent slacking!

Other times, Shimmer would drive and Xavier would jog outside, and she’d scream fearful imprecations at him with an electronic megaphone, and everyone stared. When he was being especially lazy, Shimmer would make Xavier run in an adult diaper (she preferred Depends) and this really made him want to get the whole “exercise” over with, and he’d really do his six laps around the block quickly.

When it came time for pushups, Shimmer would get behind Xavier with a huge black dildo, and make him go fast. If he slowed down she’d shove it in, and then make him push his anus against the long two foot phallus…it really encouraged him to do good pushups on his own.

Chin ups were done with Xavier’s legs being locked into a spreader bar. They couldn’t come together. Xavier would chin up to the bar, and put his chin over it, and as he came down Shimmer would hold a lit candle just under his balls. She’d “chase” him back up over the bar by pushing the flame as close to his testes as possible…without singeing them!

It was difficult for Shimmer to cure Xavier of snacking, but one thing she did do was to have Louis and the other members of the Sugar Goblins masturbate into little cups, which she froze, and then had Xavier suck as a treat while watching television. Sometimes she put Splenda in the frozen cups as an additional taste…but somehow after a bit Xavier didn’t wish to snack any more!

Why Shimmer decided to put Xavier into chastity is a long story…

Shimmer honestly believed (and I agree with her) that men not in chastity get in too much mischief…and when they are depleted of their semen, they’re lazy and self-centered to the extreme.

“But,” as she told me the first time we had lunch together, “Keeping a man in chastity ensures compliance in almost all affairs… and makes him generous in spirit and in wallet. As I told you, when I left my husband, the Pincushion, I left his device locked on him…and he is still quite devoted to me, and I don’t have to do much of anything!”

Shimmer keeps the Pincushion locked up, and visits him once or twice a month to unlock him, (while he’s tied down) and then she bathes his genitals and masturbates him quite slowly…and generally locks him back up before going home!

It must be quite an experience—Shimmer wears sexy punk rock clothes—low cut 50’s pink blouses, micro-mini skirts and fishnet stockings, and Doc Martens, though sometimes she switches to high heels.

The Pincushion is Surgical Care Affiliates Vice President of some healthcare conglomerate, and quite conservative looking (I saw his picture on his Visa card that Shimmer used to pay for lunch) and it must be something else to be completely controlled by a sexy punk rock princess!

Shimmer gives the Pincushion long and exciting massages, and now and then she will allow him to “climb aboard” and give her a jump…and then he must lick it all out of her quim! Other times when in a good mood but not feeling horny, she will leave his hands tied, and encourage the Pincushion to rub his penis against a chair leg, like a dog, until he finally squirts his load.

But as she tells me, if she limits him to four to six orgasms a year, the Pincushion is so thoughtful! “He buys me jewelry, and sends me flowers, and asks for pictures of me he can frame…and he’s my EX husband.”

So it was no surprise that Shimmer wanted to do the same thing for Xavier!

Of course Xavier was averse to being locked up. But Shimmer had discovered that Xavier was a habitual masturbator, and that couldn’t be tolerated. I mean, she was walking in on him, pleasuring himself guiltily while watching computer porn…ironically a lot of it was about men being whipped and put into chastity.

“But I can’t deal with that personally” Xavier told Shimmer. “It’s not my thing. Besides, I won’t have you seeing me as a castrated male type.” Xavier was already quite jealous that Shimmer had all these other boyfriends. (God knows how the Pincushion must have felt).

So Shimmer started slowly. She had often rewarded Xavier after a lot of exercise, or after a long experience of him servicing her with his tongue, with an orgasm, either allowing him to screw her, or bringing him off manually…

And she also was in the habit of giving him “some” when he brought her expensive gifts! But Shimmer began encouraging Xavier to “Save his energy” and take a few days off from cumming, and do stuff like help out around the house more.

“See, that way I know you value me” Shimmer said to Xavier. Whatever. But Xavier was under Shimmer’s spell. They made a deal that he would get to screw her on Saturdays, if he did all the chores and kept to his exercise regimen.

But Shimmer kept catching him with his hands on his dick, so finally he reluctantly allowed her to take him to one of her motorcycle friends, who did piercings. This fellow who was called Eye-Ball because he had a huge eye tattooed on his arm (perhaps to compensate for the one missing in his left eye socket on his face) did his work well.

Eye-Ball pierced Xavier’s frenulum, which is the very sensitive underside of the area right before the glans, with a small ring, and then put another loop in Xavier’s testicles, and then connected the two rings with a small padlock.

“Now you got the key, Shimmer, and this boy will have to BEG you for it” Eyeball said, laughing, and Shimmer rewarded him by fucking him on his tattoo table while Xavier watched disconsolately.

“Now you’ll be honest” Shimmer told Xavier, and he had to agree, unhappy as he was. For “healing” purposes, Shimmer didn’t unlock Xavier for a month, and then finally she let him loose one Saturday!  It had been such a long time.

Xavier was at the point where he was lusting after grandmother’s behinds, and even looking at gay boys who sashayed down the street. He had been so very horny.

Shimmer later told me that this had happened with the Pincushion also, who she kept in chastity for months at a time. The Pincushion had become so re-structured by sexual desperation that even when he was not allowed to cum, he would hire male and female prostitiutes to visit him, and he would service them orally and then beg the men to sodomize him and the women to strap-on fuck him anally so he’d just have  SOME stimulation…and poor Xavier was going to slip the same way!

Shimmer prepared carefully for this. She dressed in a sexy tight blue halter top, letting her hair down (often she kept it in a severe bun) She put full make up and lip gloss on, and painted her nails a fluorescent pink.

Shimmer locked Xavier’s hands to an eye bolt on the ceiling and then took apart the piercing, running her lube-smeared fingers on his rapidly swelling organ. Xavier was almost in shock, as he had never gone a month without having an orgasm.

This was quite dramatic—most men when introduced to chastity, from what I’ve read, start out doing four to eight day stints, or even just start with 24 hours locked up…but thirty days was really something!

And of course Shimmer had encouraged Xavier to sexually explore and enjoy her beautiful body—when he complained about being frustrated she’d say something like “Well, if you don’t want to fool around, I understand” and that made him absolutely wild!

I am quite average looking, and Xavier is all over me all the time, but Shimmer is just stunning! It must’ve been plaguing for him to have such a hottie around and be unable to release his boiling semen.

“But it was even worse” Shimmer told me over lunch that time. “Xavier is, as you probably are aware, a fairly good cuntlicker, and also an adept cocksucker, so I did invite several of my male and female friends over.

He really enjoyed my attractive female friends, tolerated my unattractive female friends, as having them facesit on him was rather smothering, and then with the guys, I really had to force him to do his good work, but it all aroused him during that first thirty days…so by the end of the month he was quite out of his mind with lust.”

So there Xavier was, hung by his wrists from the ceiling (though his feet were touching the floor) and Shimmer was having her good time

“How was it, Xavier…was it a tough month?” Shimmer asked softly as she ran her fingers around his cum-stuffed dong. “Do you think you’ve learned anything from this month, honey?”

“Well, you’ve been great in helping me break my bad habits, like smoking and drinking and drugs” Xavier answered honestly. “I think the masturbation habit might not have been so bad for me, but certainly I have become more focused on you, Shimmer.”

Shimmer laughed deep in her throat. She knew Xavier was buttering her up, hoping that she’d let him cum, or possibly let him screw her…still, he was being very sweet, and she leaned over and kissed his neck, her dark curls bouncing on his shoulder.

Xavier was so thrilled! He really hoped that this would not be just a teasing session. But with Shimmer you never knew. And of course she began rubbing those beautiful breasts against his narrow chest, the nipples poking through the powder blue halter top, and he attempted to rub his dick against Shimmer’s crotch area.

This was a mistake, because Shimmer kicked him in the balls. “This is not a screwing session” Shimmer told Xavier, who was now crying and bouncing about, his testicles feeling like they’d been attacked by pliers.

“You have to hold still, and let me enjoy giving you pleasure. If you’re going to be one of those macho rapist assholes, I’ll just lock you back up again, and melt the keys so you won’t persecute any other women, and then I’ll LEAVE YOU.”

And Xavier, tears streaming down his face, begged her for another chance. “Please oh, please, darling Shimmer…I love you so much…this month has really helped me realize that you are the princess of my life, and I’ll do anything you want. If you don’t want me to cum for a few weeks or even another month, I’ll go for it.”

Xavier paused, and his lower lip trembled, according to Shimmer. We agreed he is an incredibly weak person. “You got me off drugs and booze…my folks put me through a dozen treatment centers and couldn’t do that! I owe you everything and I dream of marrying you…please give me another chance.”

Shimmer had smiled then and she’d given Xavier a huge kiss, and bit his ear gently, and then she’d returned to massaging his cock! Slowly, slowly, and Xavier had worked to hold still to enjoy the stroking of her lovely fingers.

Xavier told me later that he felt incredibly humiliated by Shimmer, her being dressed and him naked, but he’d gone through it and eventually he’d begun moaning and gasping, still trying to stay still. And then she’d whispered in his ear “Wouldn’t you like to rub against me now?”

And she pulled up her halter top, of course she was bra-less, and flashed her tits!

And Xavier had lunged towards her again, kissing her neck and trying to kiss her breasts, and this time Shimmer had backed off, pulled down her top and taken her rattan cane off the floor and spent ten minutes whipping every available inch of Xavier’s naked body until he was utterly marked and miserable.

“You total asshole” Shimmer hissed. “I didn’t say you COULD rub against me. I said wouldn’t you like to…you are utterly hopeless!”

And then she’d left Xavier there, and gone out with friends, and stayed away for nine hours, while poor Xavier had stood there, his weary legs trying to hold him up so he wouldn’t feel the intensive pain in his wrists…

He’d really suffered, trying not to pee…and when Shimmer had finally come home, slightly drunk she’d taken one look at poor Xavier and she’d burst into laughter!

She’d unlocked him and let him make love to her (after he’d bathed, of course) but that had been the last time she’d let him fuck her, and they were together for six more years!

Shimmer had kept Xavier on a monthly release schedule for six years, thirty days of having his dick locked to his testes, and then once a month she’d allowed him to jerk off while she teased him in some absurd way…but he’d done well at work, better than ever, and gotten into great shape…

But then Shimmer had fallen in love with a new guy, who wouldn’t ironically let him dominate her, and he’d demanded she let go of Xavier and Pincushion, and she’d done this…and Xavier was alone.

He could then jerk off all he liked, but after a while this had paled, and although he never returned to drugs, alcohol or smoking, he became quite a fatty again. It was really unfortunate.

Because of course, he wanted a dominant woman, and they were hard to find!

And how did I get involved in having a slave husband might you ask? Well, certainly Xavier had a predecessor, and his name was Nelson. I am not an especially attractive woman, though I’ve had my share of admirers. I have short light brown hair, and I’m rather zaftig…so the men who go for the chest less model types have little interest in me.

One night, after my first marriage had ended (and was he an asshole) I was looking through an alternative weekly, just for fun, and I found the most interesting advertisement. I can’t recall it exactly (This was over eleven years ago) but a submissive man wanted to be spanked on his bare bottom, and he wanted to worship a Goddess.

And I tell you, I wanted to be a Goddess!

On our first date, Nelson bragged of course. He told me he was a Senior Consulting Engineer and about his responsibilities of analysis, review, design and specification of whatever boring thing… He went on and on about how he’d been a big shot at DuPont—they’re huge here in Delaware, and there was lots more about how great he was…

But I shook my finger, no more bragging. “What’s this about wanting to be spanked, Nelson?” I leaned over the table, and showed him my awesome cleavage…I had my hair tied up in a severe bun, but I let off a good vibration, I think.

Nelson blushed and stammered. “Y-yes that’s right Loribeth. I have these-uh, fantasies, but we don’t have to discuss them now, if you don’t want.”

But I did want, and I got a bit of it out of him. On our next date, he invited me to his house, and it was quite nice, and when we got inside, we sat on the couch for a few minutes before he pulled his mother’s hairbrush out of a drawer.

It was a huge thing, what they call a “paddle” hairbrush, and I fondled it a bit, I must say. I looked at Nelson. “So what—why do you have your mother’s old hairbrush? You don’t have a lot of hair, Nelson.”

Nelson looked at the floor. “W-well, I lived with my mother until she passed when I was about twenty-six. She kept me out of a lot of trouble that I could have found growing up…I was kind of easily led, and many of the other kids in the neighborhood were getting into drugs, throwing rocks at cars, that sort of thing…”

Nelson’s eyes had wavered off at that point, but then he’d focused on me again. “My father was dead, and Mother was a widow, and she felt that it was important to raise my brothers and sisters and I on a tight ship, as it were. She took our pants down and whipped our bottoms when we got out of line.”

Nelson had then paused, and I’d noticed that there was a slight bulge in his corduroys. “Mother would tell us that we could go out and play with the other children for an hour, and then we had to come in for a few hours, and my siblings really resented that. but I understood, and I spent a lot of time trying to help Mother, with the dishes, washing her under things and painting her nails, and giving her—massages.

Mother found, though, that I could be a discipline problem anyway, I was sloppy when I polished the silver, and sometimes I fouled up my violin lesson, and she would spank me more, or undress me and whip my buttocks with her razor strop which she kept, and I still do, in the bedroom.”

Nelson had then looked quite lovingly at the hairbrush in my hand and he trailed a finger over it. “Sometimes Mother would be upset because my brothers or I were talking to girls in the street, and she’d tell us that we were impure—and we were!

She’d give us enemas and sometimes whip our penises with a ferrule to let us know that we needed to prioritize our lessons and chores over worldly temptation. When my brother sneaked out of the house to go on a date, Mother followed them, and pulled Sheldon’s pants down and whipped his bottom in front of all his friends, and then hung him by his testicles from a pulley in a garage for five hours!.

And when she found I’d had a nocturnal emission, a wet dream, Mother would make me stand in the front yard wearing only a pair of pink panties. and that, enduring the ridicule of the neighbors, was so good for re-adjusting my thoughts!”

Nelson looked into my eyes as I sat and listened. He seemed somewhat riveted to me, and I think, Shoeblossom, that he really appreciated my listening. I got the idea that no one had listened to Nelson in a long, long time.

“As soon as my brothers and sisters grew up, they left home—several in their early teens. Mother was shocked that her children would run away and never see her again, just because she was trying to raise them to be fine young men and women. But I stayed at home, even when I went to the University of Delaware, and Mother continued to discipline me, and keep me in line…and then of course she died.”

And then Nelson began weeping softly. It was rather sad!

Finally I looked at Nelson and said severely. “Nelson, I’m ashamed of you. Do you think your Mother would want you to invite a pretty girl to your house and then be a crybaby. Whining and sniveling like that?”

Nelson had looked at me then and shook his tear-stained face. “N-no, of course not. I’m-I’m so sorry Loribeth I didn’t—“

I tapped the hairbrush against my red nails. “I want you to stand up and undo your pants and take your under pants down and bend across my lap. I am going to show you that you can’t bitch and moan like that. It’s disgusting.”

Nelson argued at first. “Look Loribeth, we barely know each other, I’m not-not sure…”

But I tapped the hairbrush and looked at him, and finally Nelson pulled his pants and shorts down, and I could see his raging hard-on. Sighing, Nelson bent across my knee, and I began with the hairbrush, and reddened his buttocks until they were nearly purple before pushing him off my lap.

Nelson had then just stayed on his knees, pants around his ankles, sobbing, and I took him by the ear and dragged him to the bedroom, where I undressed, and pointed to my vaginal area…and Nelson then moved his sorry head in and began licking away!

After I had been satiated, I told Nelson that we would nap, and he was not to touch himself or try anything with me…I had had an orgasm, and he could wait. But of course in the middle of the night, my eyes closed, I felt a rustling. I opened one eye, and Nelson had pulled the sheet off my bed and was stroking my breast with one hand, and stroking himself with another.

I got up immediately, and bent Nelson over my knee, and whipped his buttocks with one of my high heeled shoes, and then ordered him to get his Mother’s razor strop.

“Please please oh no…” Nelson had pleaded, but I was adamant. As he fumbled around for the strop, I dressed, and when he brought it back his face fell. He knew the sex was over, I was dressed and he was naked…I made him lie on the bed and he bit the pillow to keep from screaming as I wore my arm out lashing his buttocks!

Later I hooked up the big rubber enema bag, and put some Epsom salts in it, and my goodness that was good for Nelson. Before I left that night, Nelson clutched my legs and begged me to return. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in so long, Lori Beth!”

When we next got together, I went through Nelson’s house, getting all his pornography and burning it in the back yard. I was so appalled at how much of it he had, and how much of it denigrated women.

After the bonfire, I ordered Nelson to strip, right there in the yard, and I cut a thorny branch from his mother’s rose bushes, and I whipped his buttocks and his cock and balls until he was screaming and holding his crotch!

Then I brought Nelson back in the house, and used a strap-on dildo that I’d purchased early that afternoon to ram his anus to the point he was in complete submission to me!

And Nelson’s life changed. He liked going to Science Fiction conventions and Dungeons & Dragons nonsense, and I stopped all that.

“You’re going to learn to be devoted to ME from now on, Nelson.” I told him. When he threw a fit, I undressed him and put him in an adult diaper, and put a pacifier in his mouth. “You can sit like this until you are ready to be a man. I’ve burned your porn, I’m giving your comic book collection to the boy next door, and you’re going to give up Monday night football and all your other ridiculous pastimes and pay attention to Lady Lori Beth!”

It took some time, but I got Nelson to sign up for cooking classes and also got him to begin reading books about hair and beauty so he could pamper me, and give me pedicures and help me with my hair and my bath.

Nelson was rather thrilled with this; he had not been around many attractive women, I am almost sure he was a virgin when I met him. He did enjoy bathing me, and I was patient in explaining that it really took less than ten minutes for him to fully bathe my breasts.

Nelson wanted desperately to make love to me, but I didn’t have high hopes for this project. His penis wasn’t very big, and I was training him to use his tongue. Of course being selfish and self-centered, Nelson wanted more. Who doesn’t?

But I was amazed at how much power I had over him. At work, I had an employer, Fontbonne Inford who had always given me the eye, and I also began wearing snug pink sweaters for Fonny. I began flirting with him as well, and then becoming very bitchy when Fonny wouldn’t have his receipts for whatever work voucher he wanted me to give him. (It was an accounting thing.)

One day, I told him half-jokingly that I would paddle his bare bottom if he didn’t get his work stuff together, and this made Fonny so flustered and excited I couldn’t believe it. Then HE brought me HIS deceased mother’s Ping-Pong paddle, and I began whipping Fonny’s bare buttocks in the office, and soon I had a raise, and Fonny dragging me off to a motel during lunch so I could tie him naked and tease his cock without letting him cum…

I’d facesit Fonny during the day, and then come home to get serviced by Nelson…and still see my old boyfriends, who were inconsiderate, but much better at fucking me and giving me a “regular” feeling.

But eventually I got involved with a small underground society here in Wilmington, a dedicated BDSM group that Nelson dragged me to, and that’s where I met Xavier. I was with Nelson that night, I was in a ball gown and he was in a loincloth, and then I saw Xavier…our eyes locked across a crowded room, and he came up and asked me to dance…

And we have never looked back! Xavier at the time had been long broken up with Shimmer, and Nelson and I really weren’t going anywhere…this of course broke Nelson’s heart, but he’s found someone else to torture him, and God knows what happened to Fonny, as I quit my job (Xavier’s got the bucks).

But Shoeblossom, the fact is, submissive men have made my life grand!

Just thought you’d find that of interest!

Best, Loribeth

Dear Loribeth,

Sounds like you’ve got the cat by the tail! And Xavier’s a lucky fella!

Good luck in matrimonial bondage! (For him)

Best, Shoeblossom

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