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From Peter T:

 

My wife is one of those women who confides everything to her sister. Everything from the mundane to the most intimate details of our life. So I should have known that my wife would not be able to keep my interest in being dominated a secret, even though she promised to do just that. I made her swear not to tell anyone, especially her sister, before I shared my desire for her to help me become a better husband by meting out punishments for my shortcomings. My wife listened patiently, but said that, although she recognized that I was far from ideal, she just wasn't interested in being a disciplinarian, and the matter seemed to be dropped. 

 

So I was surprised when my wife told me to go over to her sister's townhouse a few weeks later after work to "help her out". Her name is Jenny, short for Jennifer. It was the night of my wife's monthly book group, so it was just Jenny and me. Jenny looked great when I arrived. She had on a stark white blouse and a black, knee length skirt, black hose, low black pumps. She is usually a jeans and t-shirt kind of woman, so I remember asking her why she hadn't yet changed from work, but she just said that she was quite comfortable.

 

She served a quick dinner then sat down next to me, but facing me, looked serious, and handed me a note in a sealed envelope. I asked what it was, but she just told me to open it. Inside was a letter in my wife's handwriting that told me that our "domination discussion" had upset her and that she needed someone to talk to about it. So she told her sister everything, despite her promise to the contrary. The note said that she knew I'd be mad, but to not be, since her sister had volunteered to help. She said that she trusted her sister completely and to just do whatever she said. She said that I would henceforth receive discipline sessions once a month, on book group night, and that since Jenny was helping me out, it was only fair that I repay the favor by first cleaning Jenny's townhouse, and that Jenny would explain everything else. She said she loved me and signed off.

 

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I re-read the note several times, and dreaded facing my sister-in-law. But when I eventually looked up, she just looked compassionate and said something like, "There's a lot to do and I need to get you home before midnight, so let me show you where the supplies are. You can start in the kitchen." Very matter-of-fact.

 

I thought it might all be a joke, but it wasn't. I spent the next 3 hours or so doing maid service on Jenny's townhouse. I expected any minute for her to break down laughing, slug me on the shoulder and say, "Gotcha, you dope!" But she just went about her business: paying bills, talking on the phone, writing emailthat kind of thing. About 9:30 she told me to put away the supplies and we went on a tour of her place. She took notes and pointed out all the mistakes I'd made and all the areas I'd missed. I admit I did a pretty mediocre job since I wasn't sure it was for real. Also, I'm not, or wasn't, a very good cleaner.

 

At tour's end she told me to go the bathroom and take a pee, or whatever else I needed to do, and then report to the living room. I said I didn't need to go, but she looked at me very directly and said that things would go a lot better if I just did what I was told. She seemed very serious, so I went to the bathroom. 

 

When I returned to the living room my blood ran cold. There, hanging on a rope from her loft balcony railing, was a pair of sturdy padded leather cuffs. The rope looped around a spindle and was anchored to something in her coat closet. I looked at it warily, but she told me that she had bolted a boat cleat to the studs in there last night. "Don't worry," she said, "it'll hold". She told me to go ahead and put on the cuffs, which was possible to do while they were hanging loosely, while she got a few things ready. She hauled out a bag from the closet and started rummaging through it.

 

Taking a deep breath, I secured the cuffs and wondered what I'd got myself into. She finished in the bag and came over to check my cuffs. She gave me a sour look and tightened each one another notch. I'd hope to leave myself enough slack to escape, just in case. She then hauled on the rope until my hands were well stretched above me and re-fastened it to the boat cleat. This drew my hands together as the loop in the rope closed so that I no longer was able to reach the buckles. She then brought over one of those heavy leather weightlifter belts and raised my shirttails to my waist and fastened the belt over them. The belt held my shirt out of the way and would also serve to protect my kidneys from a "wild shot" she said. She then stood behind me, and reached around and undid my pants, which sank to the floor. She then pushed my underwear (briefs) into the crack of my ass, exposing the globes completely, made a disgusted sound, and told me to buy a new (ie clean) jockstrap to wear to our session next month. She used a strip of terrycloth with a big knot in it as a gag, since she had neighbors she didn't want disturbed. Words do not exist to describe my embarrassment. The situation that had developed was awful, and it got worse.

 

Next came the pronouncing sentence portion of the evening. She read through the list of housecleaning errors and assigned a grade of D-. She then opened another sealed envelope from my wife and stated that, although my wife had awarded a "husband" grade of B, she was exercising her authority to lower it to a C+. I protested through the gag, but Jenny just said, "She's biased." So my average grade was C- or D+. Jenny chose the lower one since I had displayed a poor and not respectful attitude. She pointed out, after all, that she was doing me a favor and I should be more appreciative.

 

From the bag came a hairbrush, which stung something fierce. She applied it by standing next to me, but facing rearward, and wrapping her left arm back-to-front around my waist. I was definitely hurting when she stopped and said, "That was an A grade spanking". Next from the bag came an oversized ping pong paddle, which hurt worse than I could have imagined. Well before she finished with that I was dancing and shouting into the gag for her to please, please stop. "That was a B grade spanking".

 

She then removed a thick leather belt from the bag and doubled it over. I desperately tried to free myself and would have run if I could have. As it was I tried to turn and avoid her. But she was too quick and she grabbed onto that darned weightlifting belt, and I had no leverage. That belt she used hurt so bad I was glad for the earlier trip to the bathroom. I begged and pleaded and water just ran from my eyes, hardly without my even noticing it. "That was C grade discipline," she said calmly when finished. God, I feared what the bag would yield for a D grade. It was a riding crop. I violently shook my head no, and began promising the moon and sun through the gag, but she just said to hold still. What she did was rapidly flick the leather end of the crop very fast back and forth across my buttocks. The first few flicks really hurt, but after that it turned into a searing white hot burn. When I turned to avoid it, she just kept flicking it across whatever piece of skin presented itselfthighs, hip, belly, whatever. Thankfully, she avoided my penis. Believe it or not, even then, the least painful place for the flicking was on my butt, so that is the side I presented once I'd figured that out. I was a mess by the time she put that crop away. "That was for a D grade". As I regained my breath and began to realize that I'd survived, she produced a cane from the closet. "This is what you get for an E grade. Trust me, you don't ever want an E grade," she said seriously. 

 

She then removed my gag and sat down at a table with a writing pad. She acted like this was something she did everyday! I was a mess, and she wasn't even fazed! She set a timer for 20 minutes and began writing. "This is now quiet time," she said, "for you to contemplate on how you will do better in the future." I protested that I wanted to be released and that I wanted to go home now. She looked at me and listened patiently, and when I was done with my rant, she reset the timer to 20 minutes, and calmly re-stated the meaning of quiet time. I had just cost myself several minutes by protesting! At one point she got up to take a couple of Poloroids of my backside. She then sealed up her report in an envelope, enclosing one of the pictures, and sealed it further with sealing wax and stamp ("TLC").

 

When the timer sounded. She said that before she would release me, she wanted to be properly thanked for providing my correction. She made it known that I would stand there another 20 minutes if the first effort wasn't sincere, appreciative and respectful. Considering the alternative, I did the very best I could. Then she thanked me for cleaning her place! She released the rope and told me to get dressed and to go right home, and to not, under any circumstances, rub my butt for the next 24 hours. I was to resist the urge to rub it as a sign of my step forward to becoming a better husband. But if my wife wanted to rub it, that was her business. She gave me the sealed envelope, a quick kiss on the cheek like always, and sent me on my way.

 

I got home well past 11:00, but my wife was waiting up. Far from not wanting to acknowledge the discipline session, she bounded up to me eagerly and excited and was all giddy and wanted to know everything. She was bursting with energy, barely able to contain herself. She ripped open the envelope and read the report of the night's activities with excited glee, like she was part of some wonderful, forbidden experience. She read some of the report out loud by way of agreeing with it, and acknowledged that she had graded me too easy with the B. She looked excitedly at the picture and gleefully said, "Oh, she's so bad!" Then demanded to see the real thing in person. Far from shocked, she just said, "Oh, she's so, so bad!" When I said that I thought she went to far, my wife just said, "You big baby. Look at you standing there, you survived just fine!" Then she suggested I lay down on the bed while she applied some cool lotion and demanded that I tell her every detail of the evening.

 

Then a truly bizarre thing happened! While rubbing lotion on my butt as I was laying face down reciting the story, her breathing got all husky and deep. She then proceeded to get naked from the waist down and lay down on top of my back! Her groin to my lotion-slick black and blue butt! She then began pumping and grinding and sliding and generally making like she was fucking me from behind! Then she orgasmed! Just like that! Then she kept going and orgasmed again, at least once more. What the hell was going through her head? What does it mean? 

 

I said I wasn't going to go back and that this discipline thing was a bad idea. But my wife said oh, no, I was DEFINITELY going back every month, maybe more often than that. She was so unbelievably turned on, with a fire in her eyes like I'm not sure I've ever seen before. 

 

That was several months ago and I do now go to clean my sister-in-law's place about twice a month. I try to be a better husband, not to mention housecleaner, but the bar keeps raising and, human nature being what it is, I sometimes backslide and it shows up on my report card. Or my wife will look at me and ask whether I really want whatever I'm doing to show up on my report card. That usually makes me reconsider. I now mostly get Bs and high Cs. When I return home, my wife is almost always waiting eagerly with a bottle of lotion and seems excited. Lately she has been "inserting" her little finger you-know-where prior to climbing on my back. This seems to excite her. I don't protest because, frankly, the lotion feels good. I'm not allowed to rub my butt, so I need her to apply it for me. She shows no sign of actually wanting to attend a session, but she always devours the report and beams at the Poloroid and at the real thing.

 

I was wondering, Ms. Sutton, Do you approve of domestic discipline administered by a surrogate?

 

 

 

From Adrianna Y:

 

Elise, in a number of your responses you have cautioned your readers about revealing their lifestyle to relatives and friends. I agree that you need to be careful to whom you share the intimate details of your marriage with but I think that women are missing out on a powerful tool of humiliation if they disregard the potential of including close female relatives.

 

My situation is a perfect example of the potential benefits of including a female relative. My sister Alison and I have been close our entire lives. She is only two years older than I and we are not only sisters but also best of friends. When my husband came clean with me three years ago about his desire to submit to me in our marriage, he begged me not to tell my sister. He knew how I shared everything with her and he was afraid that I would also tell her this. I was somewhat embarrassed by my husband's confession so I told him he had nothing to fear because I was too embarrassed to tell anyone.

 

Over the next two years, I explored femdom with my husband and like so many of the other women who write you, I became a believer and loved being the dominant partner in our relationship after five years of being the submissive partner. My husband and I kept going deeper in femdom and the more we did it, the more submission I wanted from him. Last year we hit a barrier where he applied the brakes and began to rebel. He said he wanted to keep it primarily as games in the bedroom as he was not enjoying the 24/7 femdom relationship. This upset me because I wanted it to be 24/7. I wanted his submission in all areas of our life. I enjoyed what we did in the bedroom but I liked dominating him outside the bedroom even more. I liked controlling the finances and making all the decisions. I liked it when he did most of the housework and tended to my personal needs. I did not want to go back.

 

I was angry with him but tried to hold my displeasure inside. Alison came to stay with us for a holiday weekend and she could sense the tension between my husband and I. She kept asking me what was wrong. Alison knows me better than anyone and there is no hiding my emotions from her. I told her that we were having a disagreement about a private matter and tried to leave it at that. My husband was being kind to Alison and was trying to put his best foot forward while she visited but he was displaying an independent and what I would classify as a cocky attitude. This did not set well with me so I decided to embarrass him in front of my sister.

 

We were sitting in the living room watching television and I ordered my husband to bring Alison and I some snacks and drinks. In the past, I was careful not to boss my husband around in front of friends and relatives so this totally surprised my husband and my sister. He looked at me in stunned disbelief at the firmness in my command but he obeyed and went and got the snacks. Alison said to me, "God Adrianna, you sure are bossy tonight! What's your problem?"

 

When my husband came into the room I told my husband that it was time that we let Alison in on the truth of our marriage. He turned as white a sheet and pretended he didn't know what I was talking about. He also rolled his eyes to me, begging me with his body language not to go there. I was now turned on and excited by his discomfort and I was tired of holding all of this inside. So I ordered him to tell my sister about our lifestyle or else I was going to tell her.

 

He couldn't speak and began to leave the room but I jumped up and grabbed him by the ear and made him sit and face my sister. Alison was completely shocked by my demeanor. I then told her how my wonderful and loving husband came to me a couple of years ago and confessed to me how he has been harboring these desires to submit to me sexually and domestically. The silence in the room was deafening.

 

I ordered my husband to confess this to Alison and he nervously shook his head that it was true. I had never seen my husband so embarrassed. He was literally frozen and hung his head in shame. He could not look Alison in the face and his lips were quivering. I continued to tell Alison about our lifestyle and how my husband likes to be spanked by me and how he does all the chores and how I control all the finances. I told her how I control his sexual release and how he must pleasure me as often as I say. Alison sat there in quiet disbelief and the only sound was my husband clearing his throat as it had gone dry from his nervousness and embarrassment.

 

Alison and I have always talked openly about our sex lives so I was surprisingly comfortable telling her these details. Alison was quiet at first but she warmed up to the situation real fast. Alison is no prude and she has always enjoyed sex and has been open with me about her sexuality her whole life. She had just come off of a bad marriage, had put on a few pounds and had not been dating the past couple of years but Alison is still very attractive and didn't date more out of being turned off by men due to how her ex-husband had treated her.

 

Once Alison had a few minutes to digest what I had told her, she loosened up and made comments to my husband that further embarrassed him. She told him that she never would have guessed that such a clean cut and conservative man would be such a Perv but that she wasn't surprised because it is usually the nice guys that you have to watch out for. She told my husband that she thought that all husbands should be the slaves of their wives and that all men should exist to serve women. I could tell that Alison was excited about how she was embarrassing my husband. My husband was so humiliated that his face was beet red but I noticed that he grew an erection as Alison was teasing him about our marriage.

 

I then told Alison how my husband had been fighting me lately and now he wants us to go back to our old way of life. It was at this point that Alison came totally out of her shell. She laughed at him and told him that would not be an option, for if he didn't obey me at all times, she would tell other members of our family what a Perv he is. My husband was completely humiliated.

 

Next, I ordered him to tell Alison whether or not he would continue to submit to me both in and out of the bedroom. He promised Alison that he would serve me but he was staring at the floor so I ordered him to always look her in the face when he talks to her. He looked at my sister and promised that he would serve me. She asked him if he enjoys being bossed around my women? He confessed to her that he does and we smiled and laughed at him. I called him a pathetic excuse for a husband and Alison called him a pussy-whipped Perv. We bossed him around the rest of the night and my husband served us as we watched a movie.

 

The next day, Alison asked me all kinds of questions and I showed her your website. She e-mailed the url address to herself so she could bookmark it when she returned home. Later that night, I further embarrassed my husband by having him give Alison a foot rub and I had him strip naked and I allowed Alison to spank him. She really enjoyed doing this to him and I got very hot watching my naked and vulnerable husband being spanked by my sister. I thought he was going to cry from embarrassment as Alison spanked his ass with a wooden spoon as she fondled his balls. We both laid on the heavy verbal humiliation but in a teasing way. He was embarrassed but maintained an erection so I knew he was enjoying this on some internal level.

 

Ever since that weekend, my relationship with my husband has been a real 24/7 femdom marriage. Alison brought accountability to us as she is always asking me if my husband is being a good submissive and I am always telling my husband how I will tell Alison if he misbehaves. When Alison visits or when we visit her, she always spanks my husband while I watch. This has become a regular ritual. My husband has come to enjoy the fact that my sister knows and he has told me that it has made it more real to him. It has validated to him that he is my servant and it is not a game. This is really our lives and our marriage and there will be no going back.

 

I now control everything in our marriage and my husband began wearing a chastity device three months ago. Naturally, Alison is aware of this and every time she calls me, she has me put him on the phone so she can ask him how long it has been since he was allowed sexual release. This embarrasses him and Alison loves to tease him. Alison is a regular reader of your site and she reads it more than I do. She is always making suggestions to me on new ways I can dominate my husband. It is so liberating to be able to openly talk about this lifestyle with my sister.

 

Alison just began dating a submissive man she met over the Internet. She is taking it slow and it is a distant relationship as he lives in another state. She has dominated him in person a couple of times and so far he is treating her very good. I am happy for her as she deserves a nice, submissive man who will treat her right. She has thanked me a number of times for revealing my lifestyle to her. Had I not, she probably would have never dated again. She was that down on men. But seeing how I handle my husband and how he adores me and serves me has given her hope. So as you can see, there are some advantages and benefits to sharing this lifestyle with a close female family member. It made a big difference in all of our lives.

 

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

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