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I had first seen Juliet at a conference; I had noticed her dangling her shoe from her trademark ivory nyloned foot. She was gorgeous I was spellbound. I dredged up my best lines and managed to get her to agree to a date. I moved into Juliet’s house after about two months and we were married about a year later.

Juliet was always smartly dressed and pantyhose were a regular part of her dress.  I loved this as I have had a  fetish for pantyhose as

long as I can  remember.  My  favourite part of the day was after work, we would sit on the couch and I would slip off Juliet’s shoes and give her a long foot rub. Her pantyhose would be warm and slightly moist sometimes depending on the shoes she was wearing. She loved being pampered in this way. I had been open about the fact that her nylons drove me crazy and she was happy to cater to my fantasies, often wearing either her pantyhose or a pair of hold up stockings to bed. We enjoyed a healthy sex life and enjoyed experimenting.

The only problem I had with Juliet is that she tended to sulk for long periods when I did something wrong and I hated this. When I had a few drinks too many she would sometimes not speak to me for days. About a year into our marriage we went out with some friends and I got really drunk. The next morning I woke up to an icy reception, I couldn’t face another day with her not talking to me.

“Please speak to me,” I said to her “I know I got drunk last night I am sorry but please don’t punish me like this.” She ignored me. “Please!” I said “Anything but this I can’t take it when you won’t speak to me.” Juliet looked at me thinking for a while. “There is an alternative, but you are not going to like it.” “Anything, whatever you want, just as long as you talk to me. ”She looked me in the eyes “Any way I want to punish you?” “Yes anything.”

Juliet got out of bed. “Ok I have another way to punish you, if you go with it then we will be fine afterwards, I will forgive you.” She reached up into the top of her wardrobe and felt around at the back for a minute or two. I wasn’t sure what to expect and to be honest I started to feel a little nervous.

Juliet found what she had been looking for and stepped back from the wardrobe holding a nasty looking schoolroom cane complete with the crooked handle. “You want to cane me?” I asked a bit shocked. “It is your choice you can have a caning and then it will be over and done with or I will just have to get over your behaviour on my own time.”

I thought about the situation for a moment. To be honest I had always found the thought being punished by a woman a turn on and had paid for the services of a dominatrix once in the past but this had caught me off-guard. I thought some more. I really couldn’t face her not talking to me. “OK you win I will take the caning.”

“Mmmmm, wise decision, but you should know I will not be soft with you, this is going to hurt” she taunted. “Well I guess I deserve it” I replied. “That’s a very good attitude,” she said flexing the cane. She had purposely slept last night in just a sweatshirt and her pantyhose, she knew this would drive me crazy and would make her rejection of my advances even harder to bear. Standing there flexing the cane she looked really sexy. I might really enjoy this I thought.

“Well I guess you can go and bend over the dressing table,” she pointed with the cane. I followed her instructions feeling a bit nervous “How many strokes are you going to give me?” “Now that would be telling” she smiled. “You just count them off and I will tell you when I am done”

She tapped the cane against my buttocks lining up the stroke, it seemed like this wouldn’t be the first time she had done this. Whack! My thoughts were interrupted with a searing pain across my buttocks, “One!” I blurted. Wow she had done this before, that really hurt.

Whack! “Two” I hoped she was aiming at six strokes and no more. The third, fourth and fifth strokes bit in, in close proximity to the first two. Please let it be six, Whack! “Six”. I hoped she would tell me to stand. Whack! “Seven.” It looked like I was to receive maybe ten or twelve even. I gritted my teeth, the twelfth stroke landed. This must be it. Whack! “Thirteen,” I spat out. She was really mad, I didn’t dare think how many she was aiming at and gritted my teeth again. At sixteen she aimed the stroke right at the tender join between my butt and my legs. The pain was intense. The following four strokes were placed right on top of this one each one slightly harder, I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye.

Eventually after the twentieth stroke she said “OK stand up” I stood up. “Good,” she said “I am pleased you were prepared to take your punishment. Now we’re even.” She turned and put the cane down. “Maybe you’ll behave in future. Now come back to bed!” she winked.

I didn’t need to be asked twice, I jumped back into bed and we made love passionately. Juliet grabbed and squeezed my throbbing buttocks hard as I thrust inside her. We both eventually collapsed exhausted. Juliet turned to me “So did the caning hurt baby?” she teased. “Yes you were pretty mean with that cane.” She giggled. “Let me see my handy work,” she laughed. I turned over so she could examine my buttocks. “Wow, I did a really good job, that looks really sore.” She smacked my buttocks with her hand. “Oww,” I exclaimed. “Well you had better listen to me in future.” “Yes ma’am,” I laughed. “I enjoyed this, I think I should get my cane out more often,” she said. “What do you think?” I wanted to disagree but couldn’t. I liked this side of her and had really enjoyed it despite the pain. My delay in responding surprised her. “You liked this too, didn’t you?” she said. I looked into her eyes. “Yes, I actually did. I mean the caning really hurt but I liked you being the boss and being strict.” “Me too.” she replied. “I haven’t said anything before because I thought you would be shocked but I would like to be more dominant and I would like the cane to be a regular part of our relationship. Let’s get cleaned up and then we can sit and discuss this”

We went and showered and came back to the bedroom. “Don’t get dressed yet,” Juliet instructed. “I am still appreciating the stripes.” I lay back on the bed and watched her slip into a fresh pair of pantyhose and her sweatshirt. She came and sat on the bed. “So what do you think?” she asked. Before I could answer she continued “Look you need to be disciplined, you sometimes behave like a jerk and I think you need to be brought into line plus I really like being in charge”

I thought for a while, this was really exciting me and I knew what she had said was actually true. Before I could chicken out I replied, “OK, but what exactly do you have in mind though?”“Well from now on I am the boss, you have to learn to obey me and if you don’t then I am going to cane you. We’ll work things out as we go but that the basis of what I want.”

I felt I should make some intelligent response but all I could say was, “OK, let’s try it.” She smiled, “You’ll see it will be good for you, I want to start training you straight away.” “Training?” “Yes I need to get you in the right frame of mind. From now on when we are alone you will call me Miss Juliet and respond to me ‘Yes ma’am’ or ‘No ma’am’ OK?” “Yes ma’am,” I responded without thinking. That felt really strange. “That’s good baby.” She bent forward and gave me a wet kiss.

“Now to see how obedient you are going to be. I want you to do something symbolic now that will show me you are really willing to submit to me.” She got off the bed and went back to the wardrobe scratched around and this time came back with a riding crop. “Please don’t go back to the wardrobe again,” I said. “I’m scared what else might be in there.”

Juliet whacked me across the thigh with the crop. “Address me as Miss Juliet!” she reminded. “I know it may take a while to get used to but I will help you remember,” she gestured to the crop. “Yes ma’am,” I responded saving myself more pain.

Juliet placed a pillow in the middle of the bed. She lifted up her shirt and pulled her pantyhose down to her knees and lay face down over the pillow. “Right now I want you to pull my cheeks apart and I want you to lick my arse,” she instructed. “And, don’t mess around, I want you to kiss my arsehole passionately. If you hesitate then I will assist you”

Wow I hadn’t seen this coming, but it was arousing me I couldn’t deny. I had never seen this side of Juliet before and I kind of liked it. Whack! The riding crop hit my thigh again. “I meant now!” Juliet shouted. I pulled her cheeks apart and bent forward I put my tongue out and gently tasted Juliet’s hole. Whack! The riding crop again. “If you hesitate I will think you don’t really want to do this” she said.

It didn’t really taste too good, but I knew I needed to so I just opened my mouth and closed it around her hole licking her hungrily. Juliet reached back and pushed my head into her crack. She kept me licking there for about five minutes. "Mmm that was nice,” she said. “Now, every morning when we wake up I want you to ask me to let you do that so that I can see you really worship me.” “I do worship you,” I replied.

Whack! “I do worship you, Miss Juliet,” she reminded me. “I do worship you Miss Juliet,” I repeated. I decided to add, “you know in the evenings when you come home from work I always give your nyloned feet a massage?” “Yes.” “Well I have always just wanted to just get on my knees and kiss your feet and suck your nyloned toes. You know how much I love you wearing nylons and I just want to worship your feet”. She seemed pleased, “well I think I can allow that. In fact I think I will insist on it from now on.” She lifted a leg and proffered her foot. I grabbed her foot and set to work kissing and massaging it. “Mmm, that’s a good boy, I think this is going to work really well.”

After that day Miss Juliet’s domination of me grew quickly. I learnt that failure to execute her orders to her satisfaction would mean a sound merciless caning. My favourite invention of Miss Juliet’s was a discipline day. Some weekend mornings we would wake up and it would be raining or Miss Juliet would just not feel like going out and she would decide that we would spend the entire day with her disciplining me and me pampering her and worshipping her.

Usually we would get some movies (Juliet’s choice) and Miss Juliet would get into her relaxing clothes (the sweatshirt and pantyhose again). I would then be given a hard caning probably 24-30 strokes, then while Miss Juliet watched the movie I would spend the time kissing and massaging her feet only stopping to fetch her a drink or a cigarette.

On these days I would also orally satisfy her as and when she chose, but I would not be allowed any pleasure myself. Miss Juliet would then repeat the canings at various intervals as she pleased usually totalling up 120+ strokes.

What she really loved was to get me to ask for more punishment, she would finish caning me with say 24 strokes and then: “OK Baby you can stand up.” “Thank you ma’am,” I would lean forward and kiss her. “Let me see you butt.” I turn to let her look. “Hmm,” she pouted. “What’s wrong Miss Juliet?” “Well I know I told you 24 but I was enjoying that it just went by so quickly, but you have had your punishment so we are square” she said looking disappointed 

At this point I knew my queue: “Miss if you want to cane me more I’ll bend over again.” “You would do that for me baby?” “Yes ma’am.” She pulled me toward her kissing me and letting her nylon covered leg rub against my bare leg “That would make me so hot baby, how many more strokes will you take for me?” “24 ma’am?” I offered. “I guess that would be good” she said feigning disappointment. “Well Miss I’ll take whatever makes you happy what about 48?” “That’s so sweet baby, 48 would be really fun. Why don’t you pile up two pillows on the bed and lay over them?” “Yes ma’am,” I did as instructed.

“I am going to make this a real hard caning baby OK?” “Yes ma’am.” “Sit on the bed first and lets talk about it, I’ll sit on your lap.” I sat naked on the bed and Juliet’s lovely nylon covered legs draped over my lap. “I love that you’ll take 48 strokes for me,” she said “What would really make me hot is if you thank me for each and every stroke.”  “OK ma’am whatever you wish.” “You can say ‘Stroke One thank you ma’am’ after each stroke nice and clear,” she smiled. “If it’s not clear I will have to add strokes to punish you further.” “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“You must think I am a real bitch beating you like this?” “No ma’am you are so beautiful I just want to make you happy, I love taking canings for your pleasure, please make this extra hard so I can show you how much I want to please you.” “Mmmmm you’re making me wet baby, get over those pillows.” I complied, Juliet got the cane and made a few practice swishes through the air. “Are you ready?” “Yes ma’am.” Juliet lined up the cane. Whack! The cane bit into my already throbbing backside “Stroke one, thank you ma’am.”

One evening Juliet received a call from a close friend of hers, a Portuguese lady by the name of Maria. Maria had been having trouble at home and desperately needed somewhere to stay for a while. Juliet offered Maria our spare room and immediately instructed me to drive around and pick Maria up. I did as instructed and brought Maria and her luggage to our house.

The next evening Juliet told me that she was planning on telling Maria about the disciplinary relationship that we had. “I will need to punish you and don’t want to have to delay canings until Maria is not around” she told me.

When Maria came home from work Juliet started to explain: “Maria, there is something I need to let you know about our relationship,” she started. “I have a dominant position in the house and as such I administer punishment to John. I just want you to know in case you hear strange noises sometime.”

Maria looked surprised “err OK – strange noises?” she looked a bit concerned. “Well I use a cane on him so you might hear a whipping noise from the bedroom. I won’t do it in front of you in case it makes you uncomfortable,” Juliet replied. “Wow that’s cool, can’t I watch?” Maria’s concern seemed suddenly forgotten. “Would you like to?” Juliet asked. “Yes I haven’t seen a caning since school, I always loved watching the guys getting caned.”

“I’ll cane him now for you if you if you’d really enjoy it. You don’t mind do you baby?” Juliet asked me. I was now very embarrassed having this information shared with Maria and now it looked like I would be caned in front of her. “No ma’am” What else could I say. “Ma’am,” mimicked Maria “Wow you have him trained well.” “I like to be shown respect, don’t I baby?” “Yes ma’am.”

“Go and fetch the cane baby, Miss Maria wants to watch you getting a caning.” “Yes ma’am.” Were you going to punish him anyway?” Maria asked. “No, this will be especially for you,” Juliet said as I returned with the cane.

"Sorry” Maria said to me, “looks like I got you a caning for nothing,” she smiled. She doesn’t really look sorry I thought, in fact she looked pretty pleased with herself. Maria sat on the couch and crossed her legs. She was wearing tan pantyhose and I could hear the faint rasp of nylon rubbing against nylon as she slid her legs across one another.

Juliet walked over and took the cane from me. “Drop your pants and bend over the chair. How does 24 strokes sound Maria?” “Ouch,” Maria said, “that sounds painful,” she laughed. “Oh it will be” Miss Juliet replied. “I think seeing as these are for Maria’s benefit you can thank her for each stroke ‘stroke one, thank you Miss Maria, understand?” “Yes ma’am,” I answered. I pulled my pants down and bent over feeling quite exposed in front of the two ladies.

I felt Juliet line the cane up across my buttocks. Whack! “Stroke One, thank you Miss Maria,” I stammered. “Wow,” said Maria. “That must really hurt, on his bare buttocks too.” “I can stop if you don’t want to watch” Juliet offered. “No, I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it, please don’t stop,” Maria retorted quickly.

Juliet didn’t need to be asked twice. Whack “Stroke Two, thank you Miss Maria.” Juliet continued to cane me in her usual unmerciful unrelenting manner. I was very relieved to spit out “Stroke Twenty Four, thank you Miss Maria.”

“Ok stand up” Juliet instructed “Right now go and stand in front of Miss Maria, thank her for having you caned and then ask her if you may kneel down and kiss her feet.” I felt really humiliated but knew better than to argue. With my pants still around my ankles I shuffled in front of Maria totally exposed. She looked straight into my eyes and I could see from the sparkle in her eyes that she was really enjoying this and was finding it quite a turn on. She held eye contact with me as I said, “Miss Maria, thank you for having me caned. May I kneel down and kiss your feet?” “Yes, you may.” I knelt down and Maria proffered her left foot. I bent forward and kissed her nyloned foot just above her shoe. I then moved over and kissed her right foot in the same way.

“Right pull up your pants and go and pour us both a glass of wine,” Juliet ordered. “Yes ma’am,” I replied quickly pulling up my pants and heading for the kitchen. When I got back to the lounge Juliet had taken the seat on the couch next to Maria. “So what did you think?” she asked Maria. “Wow that is quite something. I must admit I really enjoyed it, it was really erotic.” She paused and looked meaningfully at Juliet, “Thanks Jules.”

Maria looked really effected by witnessing my punishment. I noticed that her hand had moved to Juliet’s pantyhose clad knee “How long have you been disciplining him like this?” “Oh about nine months now.” “Can I look at the cane?” Juliet lent over picked up the cane and passed it to Maria. Maria took it between her hands flexing it and inspecting its length carefully. “Mmm this must hurt like hell, it is so good that you have him just bend over and take it from you.”

Juliet walked over and sat on my lap. “Oh he loves me being really strict, don’t you baby?” “Yes ma’am.” Juliet kissed me long and wet on the mouth, I put my hand on her thigh feeling the smoothness of her pantyhose on her thigh. As usual this aroused me enormously and I felt a tightening in my pants. I looked up and was sure I could see a look of envy in Maria’s eyes.

Over the next week Maria witnessed me being punished on two further occasions. Once was a routine discipline caning and the second time because I neglected to collect and clean Juliet’s dirty ashtrays. This had become a daily chore and it made Juliet really cross when I forgot, so she caned me for that with extra diligence – 36 strokes. The 36 strokes had the desired effect - the next morning the first thing I did was collect the ashtrays that Maria and Juliet had used the night before and empty and clean them.

That evening when we came home from work I went to pour the ladies a glass of wine and returned to the lounge. I passed them each a glass and noticing Maria had taken out a cigarette I picked up her lighter and lit it for her. She turned to pick up an ashtray from the small coffee table beside her. “Jules that caning you gave him last night obviously didn’t work, look at this.” We both turned to look and sure enough the ashtray Maria had picked up contained two lipstick tipped cigarette butts. I couldn’t believe it.

I saw a frown spread across Juliet’s face. I quickly blurted, “Miss I cleaned all these this morning I promise.” “Don’t lie to me or it will just add to your punishment and you’ve just earned 50 strokes already.” “But Miss, I promise..” Juliet cut me short with, “75!” I knew better than to push my luck any further, I could see Juliet was really mad. “Fetch the cane now!” she spat out at me.

I couldn’t understand how this had happened but went immediately to fetch the cane. I knew that receiving a caning from Juliet when she was this cross would not be good, especially 75 strokes and on top of yesterday’s 36.

After handing Miss Juliet the cane I dropped my pants and underpants and took up my position bent over the chair not wanting to aggravate Juliet any further by waiting for her to issue the instructions. “Don’t even bother trying to count these,” Juliet said. “I think you should really give it to him Jules,” Maria chipped in. I looked up and Maria shot me a ‘sweet’ little smile. I suddenly realized I had been set up. “Oh don’t worry he is going to remember this.”

Without further warning the most painful severe beating I had ever had started. Juliet thrashed me with the cane relentlessly. It was all I could do to stay in place but I knew if I didn’t endure this punishment worse would follow.

When my ordeal ended Miss Juliet told me to stand. “Lets see whether you can remember a simple thing like this tomorrow,” she said. I pulled my pants up cringing as my underpants stretched over my well-beaten buttocks. “Do you think you might remember tomorrow?” I paused for a split second, considering protesting my innocence again but then common sense dawned, “Yes ma’am.” “Good, then I think you should apologise to Miss Maria that she had to use a dirty ashtray.” This was really rubbing salt in my wounds. “Yes ma’am” I replied. I walked over to Miss Maria. “Miss Maria, I am sorry you had to use a dirty ashtray,” I mumbled.

“Yes, well you deserved to be punished for it,” she smirked back at me. “Didn’t you?” Again, I paused, resisting my temptation to argue. I saw Miss Juliet look at me, demanding my answer. “Yes ma’am,” I choked. Miss Maria looked really pleased with the results of her set-up. I knew she had dirtied the ashtrays and she knew I knew. She was particularly pleased by the fact that there was nothing I could do about it. “Well then kiss my feet and I will forgive you.” Miss Juliet had come to sit on the couch next to Miss Maria and was now looking at me expectantly. I ate my pride and sank to my knees. “Yes ma’am” I said bending forward and pressing my lips against her nylon clad foot.

Over the next week or two I noticed that Miss Maria was getting closer and closer to Miss Juliet. I had lost my place on the couch next to Miss Juliet and Miss Maria seemed to take every opportunity to touch or be close to her. She kissed her hello and goodbye and glared at me every night when it was time for bed and I went off to our room with Juliet.

Miss Maria missed no opportunity to get me into trouble, happily pointing out my every failing. More and more resentment grew between us, and Miss Julia started to sense the friction. One morning after paying my usual tribute to Miss Juliet’s anus she said “I want to talk to you about your relationship with Miss Maria. I have noticed that you are not getting on with her very well.” 

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell her how Miss Maria had engineered a number of really hard canings for me but I didn’t know how she would react. “I don’t think she likes me Miss,” I replied, helping Miss Juliet pull her pantyhose back up. “It seems to me that you haven’t made much effort yourself and I want you to know that I won’t tolerate you being disrespectful of my friends. You don’t have to like her but you will be respectful toward her, do you understand?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good, well let me see a better attitude tonight when we get home.” “Yes ma’am.”

That day I thought about the situation, I knew that Miss Maria didn’t like me and was really trying to make me look bad in front of Miss Juliet. I didn’t like Miss Maria and was getting jealous of how much of Miss Juliet’s time she engineered. I was trying to plot a way that I could regain my former position and win back more of Juliet’s attention.

On my way home something hit me. Hadn’t I wanted to be submissive to Miss Juliet? If so, why should I be so concerned with gaining what I had wanted anyway. Miss Juliet’s happiness was what counted. It came to me as a major revelation that being submissive wasn’t only about bending over for a caning, there was more to it than that. For the rest of my drive home I planned my approach.

As usual both ladies were at home already. They were sitting in the lounge talking when I got home. I greeted them both, making a point of smiling and greeting Miss Maria and went to the kitchen to fetch the ladies a glass of wine each.

I returned to the lounge gave the ladies their drinks and waited patiently for a lull in the conversation. When it came I went and sat on the coffee table in front of the couch where the two ladies were sitting and said, “Miss Juliet, Miss Maria could I talk to you both for a minute?” Miss Juliet answered, “Yes, what is it?” “Well, I wanted to apologise to Miss Maria for my behaviour since she has been living with us,” I said.

Miss Juliet smiled whilst Miss Maria looked suspicious. “Good, carry on,” said Miss Juliet, looking really pleased with me. “Well, Miss Maria, since you came to stay with us I have not been treating you with the respect you deserve and I have to admit I have been jealous of you. I considered telling Miss Juliet that you were purposefully getting me into trouble, when I should have just been doing a better job of serving you both. If you are kind enough to accept my apology I will do everything I can to respect you properly and treat you with the respect you deserve as a lady and as Miss Juliet’s friend. I beg you both to give me a severe caning as punishment for the way I have behaved as well as any other punishment you see fit; I know I deserve to be severely punished. Ma’am I hope you can forgive me and will allow me the honour of serving you with the same respect as I do Miss Juliet. Miss Juliet I apologise to you as well for disrespecting you by treating your friend in this way, I beg you to punish me without mercy.”

“Well I am glad you realised that you have been disrespectful,” Miss Maria replied. “I accept your apology but the test of your remorse will be in the way you behave from now on.” “Yes ma’am, I will do everything I can to show you I mean what I said.” “Good,” Maria said.

“Well I think we should get to the punishment then,” Juliet said “This definitely requires the cane, go and fetch it while Miss Maria and I discuss your punishment.” I left the room and fetched the cane. I was really nervous going back into the lounge.

“Right” Juliet said taking the cane “your punishment will be as follows: You will receive 25 strokes of the cane across the palm of each of your hands, whilst kneeling in front of Miss Maria. You will then bend over in front of Miss Maria and you will then receive 100 strokes across your buttocks. Through the entire punishment you will look Miss Maria in the eyes, after each stroke you will say ‘I am sorry Miss Maria, do you understand?” “Yes ma’am” I responded.

I knelt in front of Miss Maria and looked into her eyes and held out the palm of my hand. I had never been caned across my palms before so I was pretty nervous. The cane bit hard into my palms making me wince with pain. I quickly composed myself and said, “I am Sorry Miss Maria.”

“Change hands,” Miss Juliet instructed. The cane fell across my other palm. “I am Sorry Miss Maria.” This repeated and repeated. I felt tears well up in my eyes but had to hold Miss Maria’s stare. Miss Maria laughed “That is really hurting him Jules! Why don’t you make the last five a bit harder?” she smiled at me. “Thank you ma’am,” I said. Maria smiled.

When Miss Juliet eventually reached the 25 mark my hands were red and swollen and very sensitive. “Right now, stand up and bend over placing one hand on each of Miss Maria’s knees,” Juliet instructed. “And, keep looking deep into her eyes, I want you to count each of these strokes as well as saying sorry to Miss Maria after each one.” “Yes ma’am,” I replied and complied, feeling Miss Maria’s soft nylon-covered knees under my hands.” “Jeez his hands are really hot,” Miss Maria laughed.

The first stroke landed. “Stroke one, I am sorry Miss Maria.” My ordeal seemed endless. Juliet worked at my backside and the back of my thighs making sure every inch was covered with welts. After 65 strokes Miss Juliet exclaimed, “Damn I have made him bleed.” “Let me see,” Miss Maria said. I stood up and turned around to show Miss Maria my backside. “Ouch, that looks really painful!” Miss Juliet joined the inspection, poking the now raw area with the cane. “Oh well, I won’t let that bother me!” They both laughed. “Bend over again. Come on, I don’t have all day.”

The caning continued. I had expected that Miss Juliet would avoid the bleeding area but it continued to receive as much attention of her cane as the rest of my backside. Miss Juliet truly felt no sympathy and showed no mercy. After what seemed like an eternity I counted “Stroke 100, I am sorry Miss Maria”.

“Stand up,” said Miss Juliet. “You had better go and clean the blood off your arse before you come back and kiss our feet. I don’t want it getting on the carpet. I walked off to the bathroom and cleaned up, appreciating the cool water against my throbbing backside.

When I walked back into the lounge I was shocked, Juliet and Maria were entwined on the couch kissing passionately. They looked up and smiled. “Things are going to change around here now,” Miss Juliet announced. “From now on this is Miss Maria’s and my house and you are going to just be our house slave. Miss Maria has the same rights over you as I, and you will treat her exactly as you do me. Do you understand?” “Yes ma’am,” I answered trying to work out exactly what this meant.

As if she realized I needed more information Miss Juliet continued, “Miss Maria will be moving into our bed and you will only get to sleep there if we invite you otherwise you will sleep on a mat on the floor. In the morning we both expect a good arse licking and Miss Maria will be at liberty to administer corporal punishment to you whenever she sees fit. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good, now time to show your submission.” Miss Maria knelt up on the couch and Miss Juliet pulled her pantyhose down to her knees. Miss Juliet pulled Maria’s buttocks apart and said “You know what to do.” I leant forward and went to work licking and sucking Miss Maria’s anus. I had become accustomed to the taste from my daily worship of Miss Juliet and knew that she expected me to lick and suck like it was my favourite treat so I let Miss Maria’s flavours fill my mouth. Miss Maria was groaning with pleasure, Miss Juliet stopped watching me and returned to passionately kissing Miss Maria.

That is how I came to be a slave to two gorgeous Mistresses; my life is a blur of beatings and nylon foot worship. The ladies have canes and riding crops strategically located around the house so that they are never short of an instrument of punishment. I cannot remember what it felt like to sit without pain and I must admit I wouldn’t change that for the world. All my time is devoted to serving these two beautiful ladies, Miss Maria has kindly taken to relaxing around the house in the same sweatshirt and pantyhose uniform that Miss Juliet adopted and I cannot imagine a more beautiful sight than the two of them curled upon the couch together with their lovely nylon legs entwined.

I have given up all interest in my own pursuits deriving much more pleasure from any small pleasure I can afford my two goddesses and I can honestly say that I have learned to truly appreciate the beatings they give me. Being soundly caned really helps me to focus on improving the way I serve them and when I realize I have done something wrong I cannot relax until I have been punished for it. Even when I am caned purely for their recreation I derive pleasure from knowing they are enjoying themselves. 

I have continued to work as a senior executive and command a salary that keeps both my mistresses in a comfortable lifestyle but I can assure you I am first out of the office in the evening so that I can return to my servitude. So next time you see your Managing Director gingerly lower himself into his seat, don’t just assume a bad case of haemorrhoids; you might be sitting next to me.

The End
 

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