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Monthly Ritual
Judging by the posts from many of our readers, "ritual" and creating "the right atmosphere" play a major role in establishing an effective disciplinary regime. Some are naturally much more severe than others - but this is all a matter of personal preference and unique nature of different relationships. Here, re-posted once again from the fearsome Mrs. Birch, is a very severe monthly milking routine. Not for everyone but extremely effective for the naughtiest of males!
"Robert is routinely granted relief on the last Thursday of every month at 8-25pm. I am always home on a Thursday as one of my favourite TV programs commences at 8-30pm. Note the timing, Robert has five minutes of 'pleasure' each month! Something I never take away from him. He has all month to look forward to it as his right! From a life of gratification, how and when he wanted it, he now has five minutes of regimented 'pleasure'!
Thursday is his night for ironing. He is expected to be in the laundry, (downstairs and attached to his bedroom) prior to eight o'clock. At eight twenty-five exactly he is required to report to me in the lounge room, curtsey and ask, "Please Ma'am, could you attend to my needs please?"
He also has to present me with a special egg timer that we use. This is a five minute timer kept on the lounge bureau, since it is quite attractive and a true antique timer that uses falling sand as the measure. It is also a nice conversation piece. He hands me the timer which I immediately invert and place on the coffee table, before advising him, "Yes, please go and prepare yourself." I then give him the key to his chastity belt. The timer has started.
He must run downstairs to his room and remove outer clothes and chastity belt, leaving on his panties and Lady Jane shoes and hurry into the laundry toilet. I am usually there first. It is in a large space with no walls around it, he is not allowed any privacy in life. I am dressed casually, certainly not attired for his titillation, unless he is turned on by yellow rubber washing up gloves. The only time I wear such items for I have no use for same other than this forthcoming chore. Robert places his hands on his head and stands before the toilet. (Time elapsed: 1 minute). I then advise, all part of the rigid routine, "Lid up." He turns, raises the lid and stands with his penis over the toilet bowl.
I stand behind him and gently stroke his nipples. The poor dear is so starved of sexual attention that he is usually erect within seconds. As soon as he is erect, I cease my ministrations and pull down his panties to the tops of his thighs so his penis pops out before I advise him "Condom."
He is required to have placed a condom, out of its package, on the toilet cistern before he comes upstairs to me. This he quickly, trying not to fumble in his haste and waste precious seconds, rolls on to his organ. He knows that he must minimise contact and not fondle his organ unnecessarily.
Condom in place he advises, "Ready Ma'am." (Time elapsed: 2 minutes).
I then very quickly and vigorously, almost viciously, from behind, jerk his organ with my rubber gloved hand. He is so tense that it rarely takes even a minute before he is ready to spurt. I am watching this very closely and as soon as I note a slight start of a spasm I stop, take my hands away, step back and watch amused as he spurts, in a most frustrating fashion into his condom.
I assure you there is no orgasm when this method is employed, try it yourself and see! The look of frustration, total and utter frustration, is a picture to behold. Even now after several years of this treatment, he cannot quite comprehend just how frustrating the experience is. It leaves him yearning and desiring satisfaction, dreaming of what he used to experience. He remains totally unrelieved of his sexual tensions and urges, indeed they are multiplied ten-fold as a consequence of the frustration of being so near, yet so far from an orgasm. All that has been released is his semen, not his sexual tension. (Time elapsed: 3 minutes).
There is of course no time for him to ruminate on this, for the timer is still running in the lounge room, his five minutes of pleasure is 'running out' fast!
I quickly whisk off his condom and tie a knot in it before tossing it in the toilet. I don't want to risk him fondling his weenie!
"Toilet paper" is my next command. Robert must immediately peal off some toilet paper and hand this to me before placing his hands back on his head. I quickly wipe his penis before throwing the paper into the toilet bowl too. I then pull up his knickers whilst he remains standing, still with that peculiar bemused look on his face - unable still to grasp that it is over, he feels emptied, yet totally unsated, unsatisfied and more in need of sexual orgasm than ever!
"Dismissed!" I advise. He turns, curtseys, politely says, "Thank you Ma'am." (Time elapsed: 3 minutes 15 seconds).
He now hurries, in fact he runs into his adjacent bedroom to quickly replace his clothes and chastity belt (the lock will lock without a key), before hurrying back to the toilet to flush it. And he does dash around now in panic mode! (Time elapsed: 4 minutes 15 seconds).
Then he must run upstairs and into the lounge where I will be once more. He looks with blessed relief at the timer as the last grains are falling. Once more he curtseys, before showing his belt is on again. It is always in place!
"Get back to your ironing." Is my cold, disinterested response. (Time elapsed: 4 minutes 30 seconds)
"Yes, Ma'am" he replies in a most sincere manner, "thank you." He must advise this with sincerity and he must not rush his words, though he is right now very anxiously watching as the last grains of sand slowly, inextricably, too quickly for his liking, fall from the timer.
He then literally turns on the spot, rushes out, and runs downstairs, as required, to the laundry. It is not far from the lounge and once there he immediately picks up the iron ready to start and calls up in a loud clear voice, the only time I allow him to shout to me from another room, "Iron at the ready, Ma'am."
I now stop the timer, knowing he will be waiting for the next hour or so with bated breath, praying the sand had not run out before he picked up his iron once more, for that is the official end of his period of pleasure. Knowing that this rush and concern over the consequences of being late will have further deflated any possible enjoyment of the moment. It's all over in less than five minutes, no slow, sensuous strokes of his engorged penis, no gradual winding up to a crescendo with an explosive orgasm followed by a relaxed post-coital winding down to savour the effects and tingling sensations as the orgasm lingers and slowly cruises through all the pores and nerves of his body.
No. Robert's time has now come and gone! Five minutes exactly each month, that's it. No more, no less. Routine strictly adhered to so Robert knows exactly what to expect. Five minutes, not a second longer and he is back to his ironing. Though in reality it is really only a minute or so of actual playing with his weenie!
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May 18,2008 Waddling Along
On a yearly business trip, several years ago I had a session with a professional Dom. Her name was Ms. Luna. I had seen her before and requested that she make this session something to remember into the following week. She warned me to be careful what I wished for because it might come to fruition. She was a lovely red head and over six feet tall in heels. For the next 40 minutes she used a otk hair brush, then a brutal bath brush, a small paddle with holes and then a horse whip cane. I receive in total over 140 slowly applied precision strokes. I was blubbering and sobbing with my ass on fire. This was similar to my previous sessions with her. Luna then said with a smile: “Now for the memorable part.” She told me to lie face down across the bed. She then wrapped my feet together using part of an old lace curtain. She asked if I wanted to back out, but I said: “It’s still a go”. She then straddled me sitting on the small of my back. Using red 3” duct tape, she then separated each cheek of my butt at my butt hole and exposed my inner skin and butt hole. My inner works were kept widely apart by the tape. With my feet tied and her 150 pounds holding me down I was totally helpless. I don’t know what she used but 15 minutes later after screaming and then finally just whimpering she stopped. She got up and ordered me to cry and just let it all out . 10 minutes later I dressed myself . I walked with a waddle because my inner ass cheeks were raw and painfully rubbing together. I waddled to keep the cheeks from rubbing. Luna and her two trainees chuckled and giggled at my funny toddler like walk. Luna told me to call her in five days and let her know how memorable this session was. With out getting too graphic, let me tell you that going to the bathroom was more painful than going with hemorrhoids. I called Luna after 51/2 days and explained that I was still waddling . She put me on speaker phone and I could hear her staff laughing in the background. She asked if I would do it again and I said: “Absolutely not!.” Her staff choked with laughter again.
Posted by: ROBERT | Sep 1, 2008 11:13:07 AM
July16,2008
A UNIQUE DAILY DIET FOR MY HUSBAND (BACK DOOR MUNCHING & FEETSIES)
I work out daily and still run in marathons. Men still constantly flirt with me on the street and even in supermarkets. At least once a month on the golf course men jokingly ask if I need a caddy. I have the body of a twenty five year old woman. I have auburn silky hair, deep blue eyes and what my husband calls luscious, plump lips. My husband says: “Some men are leg men, breast men and butt men but I am lucky to have a voluptuous woman who satisfies the fantasies of all those men.” I have great skin and practically live in a bikini all summer. My husband’s doctor says he has to lose 50 pounds. Weight wise he is up and down from week to week. So I finally informed him that whenever his weight moves upward he will get a severe spanking and many hours of pain filled corner time. Plus he will not release or enjoy sex until his next weigh in. At his last one he gained 5 pounds. Sooo I used every implement I could lay my hands on. After 350 whacks, his butt was oosing clear and red liquids. After the final 120 with the fraternity paddle he was sobbing and blubbering incoherently. So I then turned him across my knee and furiously hand spanked him 50 more times, scolding him with every smack. He yelped more from my hand spanking than from the other implements because by then his butt was swollen and tender to the touch.( literally) I informed him that next week he will automatically get 700 with the frat paddle . That’s for the 5 pounds plus the one pound he should have lost this week and one pound he should lose next week. So he must lose 7 pounds total or I’ll make his butt raw again. Also there will be no sex for him. But he will satisfy me sexually. When I finish hand spanking him, I invariably get sexually aroused. Sooo I slowly applied lip gloss and made eye contact with him and slowly undid my short skirt exposing my lovely nylon clad legs. I unhurriedly folded my skirt. I then removed my panties at a snails pace, exposing my fantastic ass. In slow motion, I bent over and placed my hands on the seat of the leather couch. He was on the floor with his mouth open in astonishment. He was fully erect as always, but unfortunately for him his tool will get no use for an indefinite amount of time. He told me later that I took his breath away with my beauty and he didn’t deserve me. His eyes were as big as saucers. And I contemptuously said to him: “I want your nose and tongue buried in my rear orifice. I want you to attack my butt ravenously like the pig that you are, slurping and digging with your nose until I say stop.” He gave me 2 orgasms in just 45 minutes. His corner time was very painful. It consisted of one hour with his arms extended parallel to the floor at his sides. I placed a 2lb. weight in each hand. Every 15 minutes he got a 30 second break and then quickly his arms were up again parallel to the floor for anther painful 15 minutes. I sat behind him and painted my nails, drank wine, and sampled some chocolates and of course monitored him. He did painful corner time every day, several times a day until the day of weigh in. His suffering for my pleasure makes me crazy with lust. I also supervised his eating habits. After a long day in heels he gave me daily “Feetsies” i.e., he licked my feet clean- tops, bottoms, and between the toes. I made sure he didn’t consume more than 1800 calories daily. Every day 2 hours before supper I bent over wearing just my pumps, while he buried his nose and tongue where the sun don’t shine. Oh my, how wonderful it was everyday. Keeping his mouth and tongue busy distracts him from thinking about food. I released twice each time. After that marvelous submissive act he seemed to lose his appetite. I wonder why? Ha ,Ha. At weigh in, he lost 6½ lbs. I Subtracted 650 from 700 and Soooo I gave him 50 two handed swats with the frat paddle. The next week will mean daily very painful corner times, ( kneeling on uncooked beans) and again worshiping me via the back door. There won’t be any front door privileges until he earns it. I.E., getting SVELTE as he used to be. To prevent him from getting the late night munchies, He’ll spend some extra time” BACK DOOR MUNCHING” for a bedtime snack. I’ll have difficulty counting my numerous orgasms BUT, IT’S A PERFECT DIET FOR HIM, DON’T YOU THINK? Robert
Posted by: robert | Aug 26, 2008 6:55:45 AM
Two Minute Blistering
When it is that time of the month, Linda can be a real bitch. I’ve been severely caned, paddled and whipped for the tiniest of infractions when her monthly comes along . And I mean severely. She purposely doesn’t use a hairbrush because it takes too much effort to get my attention. So recently her friend Mary bought Linda a birthday present. Mary has been dwc at least five years longer than Linda. Mary is a very strict disciplinarian, She had her husband build her a dungeon in their basement. Larry spends many tortuous hours a week in that dungeon. Mary gave Linda a solid oak paddle about two inches thick ; It was the size of one of Linda’s bigger hairbrushes but without bristles. Being solid oak & smooth on both sides it really packs a wallop. It makes a hairbrush seem like a toy. Using this new implement in play sex, Linda had me howling with hardly any effort, in only seven or eight swats. I dreaded her using it on me for a real punishment. We invited my son’s fiancé and her parents for a barbecue. Linda had me clean our 3 1/2 bathrooms till they were immaculate. I had to do all the vacuuming and I mopped and cleaned the kitchen. This was a first meeting for both families. Linda was very nervous and angry with me for almost 10 days, because of my attitude and for not meeting her standards in doing my chores. She was very irritable and on more than one occasion told me that we were going to have an attitude adjustment session soon. I kept giving her smart aleck answers. Making comments about me doing all the work and she acting like Martha Stuart i.e. , her shopping for the perfect flower arrangement, framing family pictures, and buying accent pieces of furniture just to impress our son’s in-laws. She and I were so busy she didn’t have time to give me a what I call a PMS spanking. She just gave me daggered looks now and then , but luckily I was safe because she had other priorities. But idiot that I am, I used the word “Martha Stuart” sarcastically one too many times, while talking with our company. Linda overheard me. She calmly walked over to me and with a smile , she says our bathroom is backed up. I quickly ran into the house. She told my son to tend the barbecue. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.- I guarantee it “ she said with her beautiful smile. She came into the bathroom holding the dreaded new oak paddle. She sat on the toilet and told me to get naked from the waist down. From her pocket she pulled out a cooking timer. She set it at 2 minutes and 20 seconds and pulled me over her lap. She interlocked her right leg over my two legs. She told me my spanking was going to last only two minutes because we had guests to tend to . She chuckled and said that I’ve been asking for this for two weeks. And honey you’re going to get it good and hard. Don’t you dare move or I start all over. “ She pressed the timer and immediately brought the heavy oak paddle from above her head and brought it down with all of her strength , a total of 128 times in a little over 2 minutes. She was swinging hard and very, very fast. At 30 swats , I was screaming, at 60 I was yelping , and howling, at 90, I was begging and pleading, . Towards the end I was mumbling, and actually drooling and not able to form any words. She got up, and I fell to the floor crying like a baby. The pain was indescribable. I still had bruises 10 days later. This hairbrush paddle has rounded edges. So it can’t cut like a razor strap, or a cane . A little bleeding actually relieves pressure . Heat kept building and building on my bottom . My ass was continuously throbbing. It felt like it was going to explode. I literally had to eat standing up when I finally rejoined our guests .She told me to clean myself up and tend to our guests and that she wasn’t done with me yet. “ She informed me: “The next time you denigrate me in front of guests you will get a 3 minute blistering.”
While I was at her feet sniveling in the state of shock, all 6’3” of me, she casually reapplied some make up and her glossy lipstick, washed her hands, primped herself and quickly ran back to the back yard looking like a beautiful model exquisitely dressed, and stepping out of a magazine. She picked up her gin and tonic and it was still fresh . She then announced :“See! I helped Jim eliminate his problem! I told you I’d be back in just a few minutes” Aren’t I the luckiest husband in the world?
Lucky Me ! Robert
Posted by: robert | Aug 19, 2008 9:49:31 PM
I think once a month is lucky, if I am good I am allowed to cum twice a year, once at christmas on once on my birthday (which is in june) I must masturbate in front of my wife and who ever she chooses to have witness me do this, and then I must eat my own cum, it is very embarrassing.
Posted by: Robert | Aug 19, 2008 6:15:50 AM
Oh what a wonderfully frustrating ritual for dear robert! And I am glad you have kept it the same and constant for years as training and discipline require a constant effort. I also very much enjoyed Sophia's Mrs Cream ritual for her hubby. Not to be cynical however I am a bit suprised at how often you allow these men relief. A month is barely enough time for a man to begin to feel frustration if you were to ask my opinion and although its of course not my business I really think a period of chastity of no less than three months is a bare minimum. I have two younger slaves in my household who are kept in pantyhose and spandex and very prolonged chastity periods. In fact my slave dingle is only granted a chance for release once a year...Thats right only one time a year! It is done on Independence Day Weekend each year at a party I throw. We have a ritual of our own in that many of my friends join us each year for this event and Dingle is subjected to a very strictly controlled supervised masturbation in my backyard as entertainment of sort for my guests. We have him jumping through hoops all day for us as we threaten to deny him (in which case he would have to wait an entire year for another chance) When he is finally allowed to begin his masturbation we control and dictate each and every movement he is allowed to make and we drag it out for over an hour. And yes he must also consume his own mess when done. Only once have we actually denied him his annual ...."once a year" as we like to call it. This was because he failed to follow our command perfectly while we were controlling his masturbation. At first I think he thought we were kidding but once he realized he was not going to get to cum..he cried a baby honetly I never saw a man cry like that ...lol ...all the more fun for us
sharon
Posted by: Lady Sharon | Aug 17, 2008 4:21:21 AM
Amy - you may need to check your own postings a little more carefully! - "This is a great site but it is TO bad ALOT of people......" Is this a case of the pot calling the kettle black?
Posted by: CJ | May 20, 2008 10:45:58 AM
This is a great site,but it is to bad alot of people who post must have only a "Third Grade Education". I can't picture what kind of a man would want a Wife or Mistress that has a problem with the simple words (Spelling). God only knows what they are like! Amy
Posted by: Amy | May 20, 2008 3:25:00 AM
A question for the ladies:
I can see that your males' tongues must be quite busy, and good for you. But don't you ladies sometimes want....you know...a penis?????
Posted by: Eric | May 16, 2008 12:44:32 PM
Since my last comment, I have introduced another little "treat" for my male.For some time I`ve wanted to introduce a third party to my games, somebody to help me when he is being relieved of his sperm. Through talking with a very close girlfriend I have been fortunate to meet a delightful lady called Linda who is a real treasure. She comes over every last Sunday of the month in the evening and assists me in males de-spunking.
After reading Roberts treatment, I realised I was far too lenient with my male and cut him back straight away to one squirt a month - something he doesn`t think is at all fair! Once he`s been done, he`s straight back into his nice plasticy Curve chastity restraint till the next month,which gives him lots of time to build up a really full set of balls.Good!
Linda is quite a bit older than myself and male, a thick-set lady in her late fifties who dresses conservatively (definately not in a style to tittilate male on Sundays, that`s for sure!) and in so many ways could be described in the nicest possible way as - "ordinary". She is no text book Domme character, has no whips and doesn`t shout or scream about the place, she is very even tempered and softly spoken (something male finds difficult to deal with during those times when he`s SO very excited!). I think thats why I have taken to her so, she never gets flustered, but has such an entertaining manner when working male up, - never in a rush - always at her own pace - but always has him in complete control. Nothing happens until she`s good and ready!
She plays no other part in our lives and althogh she lives quite local, male has no idea who she is or anything about her - a fact I find most amusing!
On her arrival I have male already naked and strapped kneeling to a small padded pouffe, his arms secured behind his back. She always says hello to him quite politely as they meet, then asks him outright if he`s got nice full hard balls for her to de-spunk! He hates having to answer that and it always makes me laugh!
The first couple of times she came round the atmosphere was a little tense, but once she realised she could do as she wished with him, she really got in the swing of it and now enjoys making him answer her embarrasing questions up close and personal! It`s such fun watching her stare into his face as she works him and he has to reply. Male is not allowed to call her Linda, together we thought up a far more suitable name for him to use when he has to address her - Mrs. Cream! A perfect name for him to call her!
He gets excited as she produces the keys to his restraint and undoes it - plenty of oohs! and aahs! as it`s slid off. I let her take control of the keys to his Curve after four sessions, knowing it would worry him immensely, but I wanted to make sure I didn`t weaken during the month ahead. Linda enjoyed telling him she wouldn`t be back for four weeks and that he should think about that!
Once he`s out, we bring out the rubber gloves and the baby-oil and set to work. After he`s been wakened up and brought close a couple of times I usually sit down and let Linda take over. She slows things right down, making him pant and squirm for her as she works him. She likes to get out the "Spunky Spoon" as she calls it and reminds him constantly that she`s going to catch every last drop for him so he can swallow it down nicely for her later. You should see his face!
We have a break occasionally until we decide it`s his time. Then Linda takes over again, as I love to watch her do him.She came up with her own method to finish him, by herself and it`s a real gem!
She gets him really close several times before releasing him to "go off the boil", then the last time she works him, she uses less and less fingers until she`s just rubbing one rubber gloved finger slowly along his organ, then just the head of his penis, until he`s about to blow. All the while she reminds him how yucky all that spunk is going to taste in a minute, as she holds the wooden spoon carefully under his penis.As he starts to twitch and jerk she takes her finger away so he gets no stimulation from it and he squirts into the spoon again and again.
She squeezes him firmly to get every last drop and hands the spoon to me.
I love asking if he`s ready for his yummy treat - then Linda and I set about geting as much down his throat as we can!
Such fun!
Yours Sophie
p.s. From Linda,
i love playing with sophies guy.my husband was a pig. i likebeing able to play with him and he cant complan.i like making him sweat and sqweal as i jerk him.he dosnt like it much i can tell you.i keep the keys
Posted by: Sophie | May 7, 2008 11:05:30 PM
I just came across this. What an ordeal to live with 24x7. If all this is true than Robert really has one of the cruelest slave lives I have ever heard. What an ordeal! And I have so many questions for Mrs Birch such as "What is Roberts punishment for timing running out"? "Does She ever pretend he didn't make it and punish him anyway since Robert does not get to see the hour glass empty he would never know"? Its too bad we cannot ask Her these things. As Sophie mentioned it would be hard to increase his ordeal but a though I had was that on the preceeding Thursdays Mrs Birch could have other men perhaps other slaves come over and force Robert to service them and of course allow them to orgasm through either a blowjob or masturbate in front of Robert. Can you imagine how Robert would feel having to watch these other men get off and enjoy what he most desperatly desires and will never have. To have to swallow or clean up their spunk afteward? I for one would love the opportunity to do that in front of Robert and taunt and torment him about how wonderfull it is to cum and how he never will. I am mostly submissive but that is just too good not to torture him with. Also I think Sophie's idea of having him eat his own would be easy enough simply have him empty the condom into his mouth rather than the toilet. Not only would it be extra humilation but it would take more time which he doesn't have. And goddess forbid if he spilled a drop.....lol
Posted by: Frnkadamo | Jun 16, 2007 10:00:38 PM
Sophie, I really appreciate your comments and agree completely that a man should "take care" of his sperm after he's released it. I really love the "wooden-spoon" approach! Another approach I've heard of is having a man kneel on the floor and squirt onto a dinner place, then have him been down and then having him clean his mess off the plate....with his tongue of course!
Posted by: steve | Mar 12, 2007 5:06:55 AM
Dear Mrs. Birch
i loved reading about Your montly ritual with Your slave robert. i wonder if robert dreads his monthly ritual or looks forward to it, most probably he simply is part of it out of his obediance to You. i know from my own personal experience how mind control and behavior modifications can be used to actually remove even the strongest and most basic sexual urges. i have been a slave to my wonderful Mistress Anna for eight years now and over the course of that time She has used many method of behavior modification to cause me to not only to have severe trouble cumming but even an erection is difficult for me to obtain. i still wear a cb2000 but i often wonder if it is even necessary anymore. As a result of my training. Mistress over a period of years has used a multitude of severe consequences for my obtaining an erection. These "treatments" include shock collars, severe cbt and beatings and using the points of intrigue with my cage. However i believe an added component is Her "negative reactions training" This ccnstant repeating of how wrong and perverted i am to desire such things as sexual relief or contact have caused me to lose desire for them at all. i wonder if Your treatment with robert has had a similar effect. i am suprised to hear he can become erect and ejacultate so quickly after such long periods of control and the negative frustration of Your montly rituals. Mistress continues to have teasing and teaching sessions with me on occasion and Mrs. Birch i have come to dread them as i know the outcomes of such sessions can only be my complete frustration and negative failure for my Mistress. i often have severe trouble becoming erect and this angers Mistress and it requires a large effort on Her part to make me finally achieve erection. Then when i do She is angered by the insult of my erection. i know from the start i cannot please Her and that it is only a ritual of breaking me down. Most often i end up in tears from my complete frustration and failure and i have learned to hate myself very much during these sessions. It sounds as if robert even after many years has maintained his ability to please You and for that i envy him because this of course is the need of the slave.
thank You
Snoopy
Posted by: Snoopy | Mar 12, 2007 2:59:05 AM
What a marvelous regime to de-sperm a male! Every now and then I come across a little gem on the internet concerning enforced male chastity,orgasm denial and controlled ejaculation and Mrs Birch`s account of Robert`s monthly relief is a real cracker.Her words have made me think about the way I deal with my male and his squirting in a totally different way.
I love how her strict approach has almost removed his longings from the equation completely. Obviously only being allowed to squirt once a month, Robert will be thinking about his next relief, the moment this one ends.
What utter torment! I can see now I have been far, far too lenient with my male , he`s in for a bit of a shock!
It`s hard to think of anything one could do to increase his ordeal, as you seem to have it neatly micro-managed, but, if I may suggest, after my male has squirted, I always insist he takes care of his sperm. I know he REALLY hates that, knowing that as his orgasm approaches, so does a mouthful of sperm! The looks on his face are priceless, and one thing I REALLY love doing is reminding him about what`s coming next as he twitches away. I have a special wooden spoon I use to catch all of his sperm when he squirts( like your timer, the right props are SO important!), then I patiently wait and allow him to get over his orgasm and to calm down, holding the spoon in front of him so he can see it. Once I can see he`s back down to earth and out of his "lust haze" I eagerly show him his treat and then present it to him! Sometimes he plays up but usually, with the right threats, down it goes. I love doing that!
Maybe Robert would benefit from that treat too?
Anyway, thank you for such a brilliant idea, Mrs Birch.
Yours Sophie
Posted by: Mrs Sophie Jenson | Mar 6, 2007 10:41:50 PM
Wish there was a doctor in the New Orleans area who provided the kind of therapy displayed in this picture. I would be there!
Posted by: Charles | Nov 19, 2005 5:00:46 AM
This picture conjures up an interesting fantasy. I am in my doctor's office for my annual physical. She sees that my cholestorol has gone up slightly. She demands to know why. I fess up . I have ignored her strictures against eating cheese and eggs. After writing out a prescription or perhaps jsut putting me on a new diet, she declares, "Now it's time for the best medicine of all. Maybe this will make you take what I say seriously". The nurse goes to the doctor's desk and takes out a hairbrush. She adjusts my pants to below my knees, leans me over the patient's couch and holds me down. A hard no-nonsense bare bottom warming follows. Both the doctor's loud comments about my need for discipline and the loud smacks themselves can be clearly heard in the reception room outside. As I am leaving I pass a woman patient sitting in the reception room. She looks at me and smiles at me. She has HEARD, She KNOWS.
Posted by: Peter V | Nov 17, 2005 12:22:15 AM
Toward the last third I began to feel that I was reading a parody.
Posted by: Richard Evans Lee | Nov 14, 2005 2:53:42 AM
Nice to see that some of our readers have a sense of humour! I really had a great laugh reading the above post and it's a good remeinder not to take ourselves too seriously! I am sure there are many who would agree with Belloq. Others may just enjoy the fantasy but would never dream of living it.
There are clearly others however who relish being in an extremely strict environment in real life. One thing I have learnt whilst running this Blog is that people's tastes - and what constitutes for them a loving realtionship - varies widely.
Posted by: CJ | Nov 13, 2005 9:09:14 PM
This all seems rather desolate. Hopefully he gets to eat cookies or something. Does he get to pet dogs or take hot baths or anything?
Belloq
Posted by: Belloq | Nov 13, 2005 5:10:56 PM
Yes - absolutely - most of the naughty boys decribed on Mrs. Birch's site were "required" to spend considerable amounts of time attending to the various needs of their female disciplinarians. Let's just say that most of them had very busy and well-trained tongues! (Putting things as delicately as possible!). Quite right too!
Posted by: CJ | Nov 13, 2005 12:50:53 PM
I certainly hope that Mrs. Birch insists Robert tend to HER needs, frequently and at a leisurely pace.
Posted by: Julie | Nov 13, 2005 12:33:36 PM
