DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Now Marina had planned an afternoon of discipline and humiliation for Kenny, and it was working out well so far. As Marina strode around Kenny swishing her cane through the air to impress her authority and control over him she said, "I noticed you focused on my feet and didn't look up my dress just now. I like that. I like that very much."

Laying over the Ottoman, Kenny was intensely aware of her sexy stockinged feet. A highly erotic moment for a man like Kenny to have his Mistress wielding a cane threateningly above him as he awaited her pleasure while looking down upon the sexy darker shading of the stocking covered toes.

"It shows me proper respect." The cane whistled past his ear as if to emphasise what inspires maximum respect. "I want to see you looking at my feet much more in future."

While he had been waiting patiently for his impending punishment, laying over the Ottoman as instructed, Kenny had noticed that Marina had deliberately placed the Ottoman where he could, if he dared, turn his head to look at her. Kenny had done so, and intently stared at her stockinged feet, for some reason the reinforced heel and toes (RHT) style stockings always aroused him. He had been happy to focus there and had refused to give in to the temptation to raise his eyes, and incur further strokes for looking up her dress without permission.

Marina continued pacing, enjoying toying with her victim. "It's good that you look at my feet. A boy who knows his place doesn't look above his owner's feet when being disciplined until she says he can." The cane swished past his other ear. "Looking higher is a privilege you have to earn and pay for."

What Marina knew about foot fetishists had long told her that Kenny was likely one of those. Even before Susan told her Kenny was a natural submissive he had always been excited when she wore stockings, and she noticed he often looked at her feet if she wore the ones that she, and he, loved. She knew he was likely aroused by looking at her feet in her favourite fully fashioned RHT stockings as he awaited his punishment. For Kenny it was almost as exciting looking at her sexy feet as it was looking beneath her skirts, particularly when he dare not risk raising his head to look higher. There was excitement in the danger too.

Marina continued, "In fact. A boy should always consider kissing the feet of his Mistress when he sees she is reclining at leisure. I expect a lot more respect from now on, without waiting to be told." The cane swished past his ear once again.

Kenny was watching her stockinged feet pace around him as she lectured him.

"If a boy wants his Mistress to notice him, then kissing her feet is one way to get her attention, maybe less need to cane you if you focus on my feet instead of peeking up my skirt." The cane swished again. Marina had deliberately trained Kenny to wank under supervision while peeking up her skirt, and then made him pay for even that humiliating pleasure, now she teased him with the idea of more of that humiliating sex and less pain if he humbled himself further still.

Time to offer the carrot Marina decided. "If you were much more respectful, I might give you a free look without charging you the usual tax, would you like that boy?"

"Oh yes Miss, please, Miss. May I call you Mistress?" Kenny grovelled the way she liked.

"You may. I might even let you play with your willy, tax free, as you look up my skirt, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Marina liked to make him use the boyish term for his 'manhood'. When requesting his supervised wank she often insisted he say "please may I play with my willy" to humiliate him further.

Marina taunted, "You like playing with your willy while you look up my skirt don't you boy. Admit it!"

"Oh yes please Mistress, thank you Mistress, I would be so grateful, if you would let me look up your skirt and play with my willy Miss," Kenny answered truthfully. For humiliating as it was to be 'reduced' to asking to do that, he had become addicted, as Marina had intended.

Toying with a man was almost as much fun as caning one for Marina. "But if you want your Mistress to play with your willy for you, then you would have to offer to pay tax in advance. Because after all, if you get your pleasure, your Mistress should get hers, don't you think?" the cane swished past his ear yet again.

"Oh yes Mistress I do. I would happily pay in advance for such an honour," Kenny was once again being honest, for it would certainly be infinitely preferable to pay in advance if she was offering a 'spurt', as he hoped, than be caned immediately after an orgasm.

Marina pounced on her victim, metaphorically of course, like a cat on it's prey, "How many strokes would that be worth boy?"

Kenny realised he was trapped, he now had to make a generous 'offer'. He couldn't just offer twenty, or the severe fifty he sometimes 'suffered' at her pleasure. But he didn't think he could take much more.

Marina could almost hear the cogs whirring in his mind as Kenny struggled to find a way to answer. "Look," she ordered giving him a way out like a cat letting her mouse almost escape.

Kenny looked up from her feet to see she had deliberately raised her dress framing her stocking tops, and just the barest hint of a glimpse of her panties.

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Psychologists would probably call it formative experiences. In Marina's case necking in Pete's car in her late teens was one such experience. Pete, like most young men, had wandering hands if given half a chance. Marina enjoyed reciprocating in kind. She didn't let Pete get his hand inside her tights, but was more than happy to unzip his flies, and have a good feel of his erection through his underpants. By the time she told him she had to go indoors, or her parents would be wondering what they were doing outside for so long, Pete would be moaning as she kept him on the edge only to leave him unsatisfied.

The action of raising her dress just that far, and no further, was reminiscent of what Kenny had liked early in their relationship when she occasionally enjoyed submitting to him. A game Marina had enjoyed playing was teasing and denying men until her current beau could take it no more and became dominant and demanding, sometimes even leading to her being spanked. A psychologist might suggest this was her way of seeking assurance of love, in the face of being an intolerably 'naughty girl'. It was when Kenny was pretending to be dominant that she noticed how much he enjoyed making her expose herself to his 'viewing'. A fact she would later use to train him into upskirt peeking to humiliate him.

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Now, she used his addiction to it against him. "More than you can afford isn't it?" Marina taunted.

"Yes Mistress, perhaps I could pay my taxes in instalments, if Mistress would permit. I would be immensely privileged if you would allow that."

Marina had just what she wanted, caning an aroused male was exciting, even more so when it was Kenny. And Kenny was clearly so aroused he would now pay any price she asked.

After Marina had finished toying with her victim, she swished the cane through the air once more to intimidate him, and then she delivered the first five briskly without counting, one, two, three, four and five in quick succession without pausing between. Then as Kenny started begging "Please Marina, I'm sorry, not so hard, please..."

Marina had already resumed her reclined position on the sofa, now one long leg drawn up so that her dress fell in a frame around her stockinged thighs.

"Have a good look now," she instructed, "I want you to see what you are being punished for."

Kenny turned his head. Once again he had permission and he dared to look above her feet, to see Marina was blatantly displaying her erotic lingerie clad thighs and above framed by her dress.

"Now wanker," Marina demanded, "you will tell me the last time you thought about the view up my dress as you played with your willy."

"I don't remember Miss," Kenny knew there was one instance that Marina was likely going to discover, but in truth he had been trained to enjoy that view so much and he thought about it so frequently that he couldn't be sure. "In bed this morning I think Miss."

"So often you can't remember, you dirty nasty boy, is that right?" Marina taunted.

"Yes Miss," Kenny said, relieved that he may have got away without revealing the secret wank in the shower that he knew would bring him some real trouble.

"And did you spurt in bed this morning? Or did you stop on the edge, the way I like?" Marina loved the idea that he played with himself, and edged himself, because she had trained him to do so. Or else!

"I didn't spurt Miss."

Marina enjoyed knowing that it was her power that had stopped him letting go that morning. "I'm going to be lenient with you and allow you some credit for being good."

"Thank you Miss," Kenny intoned as he saw Marina rise from the sofa, cane once again in hand.

"But you have another fifteen to go, they can be hard like the last five, they can be on your bum, or on your thighs, so make it easy on yourself now, before it's too late and tell me when you last spurted thinking your nasty thoughts."

Marina, now back on her feet, laid one stroke across his thighs, not too hard yet. Then four more on his buttocks. She warned... "They were only gentle taps compared to what's coming if you don't confess quickly.

"I was bad once Miss...."

"I thought so, I can tell when you are hiding something," Marina laid another five across his buttocks, harder this time. "Come on boy, own up, what did you do."

Marina loved the effect the cane had on a man's tongue in more ways than one. Kenny's tongue was loosened and just as she expected he soon revealed that he had indeed sneakily 'wanked' and 'spurted' in the shower once since his last caning.

"I'm sorry Miss. I did it once in the shower, the day before yesterday Miss. I lost control, I tried to stop..."

Kenny's accident in the shower was after Marina had spent an afternoon making sure he was aroused. Then she had 'edged' him for half an hour while he begged and pleaded for her to 'bring him off'. Finally she had decided, "No we'll leave it now. I don't like it when you make a mess on my hands. Best if you go and shave and shower, we are going out shortly." Marina knew leaving him like that would be likely to provoke an 'accident' and now she had discovered the 'accident' that she wanted and expected.

"Oh dear," Marina pretended disappointment, "what did we agree the last time this happened?"

"That I would only spurt when you are touching me, or watching me do it Miss," Kenny offered.

"Yes, and never secretly," Marina agreed. "And how much does a supervised spurt cost?"

"Six strokes Miss."

"Yes, and was it nice the last time I touched 'it' for you?" Marina was referring to the edging session when they were necking on the sofa, when she made him beg and plead to be allowed to spurt as she played with his cock. Like all such sessions when they happened it had ended with Marina listening to his begging and then deciding against his relief. On this occasion she had left him unlocked to create the accident to amuse her. But more often she would declare before he could spurt. "Well, I think that's enough for today, time to lock you up again I think."

Then Kenny out of desperation would offer, "Please Miss, please will you cane me. I need six strokes Miss."

Marina would laugh with pleasure, "Ok, if you are sure you want it. Do you really want it?"

"Yes Miss, please Miss, I'm desperate for it Miss."

"Well I'm not one to deny a boy a caning if he needs it." Marina would grin with pleasure, "Do you want to spurt first?"

Kenny would predictably answer "No Miss. Please may I have the caning first."

That was the fun bit for Marina, having her boy request she cane him when he really just wanted to orgasm.

But now, Kenny had to pay the price for his earlier secret and sneaky wank even though Marina had deliberately manipulated it.

"Well, you've only yourself to blame." Marina concluded as she laid the final five across his thighs, "That was very bad."

"Owwww... Ohhhh.. Please no more Miss." Kenny always begged and pleaded when he got them on the thighs.

Marina decided, "I suppose we'll have to go to the bedroom to teach you a lesson in submission yet again. It seems you will never learn!" She turned to leave the room, and her fingers clicked,

"Heel boy."