MssMiriam

It’s very hard to tell myself when I lost my virginity. When was that? Did when I put my finger in mine vulva, or vagina. possible when I put a pencil, hair brush .... Does that count when I was kissing my first girlfriend. I had a lot of experience with girls.

But not with the boys. For some reason unknown to me, I did not have sex with young men until I was 18 years old. The reason is probably that my mother kept telling me that men are rude, and the only thing they want is sex. The danger of getting pregnant was frightening at the time, because anti-baby pills were just coming into use, and they were not easy to get.

As an adult I felt I was entitled to have sex with men. By no means did I want to take the risk, but curiosity dragged me forward. I walked with the boys, but I never let myself get touched except by the hand. I teased the guys in a hundred ways. They had to wait for me at meetings. I had strange desires, say I wanted some food when the shops closed, or to go somewhere, when there was no transportation. I wanted a book or a thing, and then there was no internet or big department stores.

The boys had to work hard to please me. Those who gave up and said that I was too demanding would get such a negative opinion, which I would spread through my friends, that no girl would deal with them anymore.

After months of teasing and humiliation in every way possible, I brought my first boyfriend to my cottage. I set him my rules in every aspect of our relationship. I tied his hands to the bed first. I have always been good with ropes because I gained maritime knowledge every summer on our yacht. I adjusted so he could barely touch me, and I kissed him the way I wanted to. From day one, I conducted each meeting, date in a way that I determined the program I wanted and conducted it without change or desire from the men.

I was the one who kissed the man, touched him and led the game. My favorite way was to ask him:
-Do you want me to take off my blouse, a shirt or a T-shirt?
-Okay, but then I'll take off the right part of your clothes for you first.

Then I took off his shirt and touching and pulling at my discretion. Then I took off my shirt so he could see my bra. Then I suddenly got dressed again and today’s game was over. The boy would remain confused. If you're good and you're at my disposal next week, see you next weekend. The boyfriend would try and fulfill all my wishes all week, and then we would come to my cottage again.

That weekend I tied him up again and asked:
-Do you want to see my breasts.
-Yes,
-OK, but then I'll strip you naked first, then I'll show you my breasts.

I took off his pants and underwear and looked at his intimate parts. He already had an erection. I didn't touch him. I took off my bra and showed him my breasts, for five seconds, then got dressed again. I talked to him for an hour about whether he liked my breasts, what he would do with them, ...

-And what would you like me to do with yours "little"?

He had a lot of wishes, but he didn't know how to tell them. So I spoke out loud and his wishes, but in my own way.

-You don't expect me to touch that hairy creature with my lady's hands. If you want something further the hairs have to disappear by next weekend, otherwise you don’t even have to come.

I know you'll be wondering where a young girl got the idea that a man doesn't have hair. It was strange to me too, why I asked for it that day.

(Today I analyze my actions and conclude why and how. My earliest memories of boys were as I saw them at an early age, and then the children I played with were without body hair, and as such engraved in my memory and the way I imagine it or see them. )

-You have to be good and obedient next week, then I will think about your wishes, if you express yourself maybe I will fulfill some of your wishes. We came to the cottage next week .....
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I remember every detail with great precision when I was with a man for the first time.

From an early age, my mother taught me high standards of hygiene, cosmetics, dressing, behavior, and especially the skill of communication. As a girl, I never went out messy, without makeup or sloppily dressed, obligatory varnished nails, never in a hurry, because if a man loves you, then he knows he has to wait for me to come to the meeting, date. Neat hair, with a nice hairstyle, classic but erotic lingerie, and of course always showered, and depilated. No body or leg hair. In order to feel comfortable my colon always had to be empty, and I achieved this with daily enema to clear.

As a real guy, the boy brought flowers and a gift as a sign of attention. My boyfriend and I came to the cottage He had to prove how much desire he have for me, so he had to kneel as proof of his affection, devotion. As always I took the lead and determined the course of our love meeting. I have to mention that I was only a little older than 18 at the time, but I was at full strength and over 1.80 m tall, which is about 6 feet. With a high heel I was 1.90m. Clearly he was shorter and weaker, because I always choose men like that.

I prepared a new tactic, to humiliate and embarrass him right at the start, to show him his inferiority. I was the first to take off some of my clothes.
-As I promised you, and I follow the rules of the game, I promised to fulfill some of your wishes.

I put music from turntables, and now it sounds in my ears. I told him to sit and watch. In a very erotic and seductive way, I started taking off my clothes. I took off my shirt and skirt. I was left with a combined white corset bra, with embroidered butterflies discreetly colored details. Stockings to high thigh, varnish, lacquer leather shoes with a high heel.

-Now it's your turn let's see how you prepared for the continuation of our adventure? Now you get up and I sit down.

The young man was terrified. Then will you take off your clothes to see how you are prepared. He shyly took off his shirt, shoes, socks and then his pants. Then he paused and blushed.

-Feel free to continue, there is no one but me, and if you want to make love you have to undress.

He stood stiff for a few more minutes and finally turned his back to me and took off his panties.

-Okay, now turn around to see you.

He covered his intimacy with his hands and turned to face me.

-Move your hands so I can see you.

He slowly withdrew his hands and stared at the ceiling, as he was searching for the stars to save him.

-Come closer to see you.

The boy was so frightened that his little one shrinked (squeezed) so tightly that I could barely see him. He didn't have a single hair on him from the neck down. His mini was in front of my nose, I had never seen any so close before, and I don’t count on those children’s games when I grabbed hundreds small ones with my hands. I grabbed him by the top and lifted him up. I watched curiously as the two balls moved under my fingers.

I had a huge desire to stuff everything in my mouth, but somehow I refrained. I also examined his legs, he shaved them too, although I didn't explicitly ask for it, but I really liked it, (I guess you know why, because the ideal female body is hairless, and until then I only loved girls.)

-Now raise your hands so I can see your armpits. OU, you dressed up really well and you removed everything there, you really did a good job, so I have to reward you.
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PS: I'm looking for sub volunteers to help me adapt my stories to fluent English, in return they will get the first story to read. They have to return the stylized story within 20 hours, otherwise they will be locked for a month.

If she is a woman then she will be rewarded with an exclusive way of having fun with her man.

 

- Come on in and lie down on the bed.
He listened to me without hesitation obeid. I asked him:
-Are you taking a risk if I get pregnant with you, are we getting married?
Frightened, he replied:
-It would be my greatest honor and pleasure to be my wife.
-Will you do for me whatever I ask and will you be eternally obedient? From now on you will address me as Yes mistress. What is happening now is our secret, if I ever hear it in public I cut off the little one, do you understand.

I don’t know how I got the inspiration for such words just then, probably because I read a lot of cheap yellow love novels, and in some of them there were such love scenes.
I blindfolded him first so he couldn’t see anything. With comforting words, that the pleasure will be greater if he sees nothing. Then I tied his arms and legs with already prepared ropes at all four corners of the bed. I completely undressed and came on bed next to the young man. I looked at his organ and pulled it with my fingers to study it. He was unusually soft, warm, gentle and very attractive to me. I wanted to lick him, but I gave up, not out of shame, but I didn't want to give him that pleasure right away.

I didn’t know how to start, although I’ve read a hundred times in novels how a man seduces a woman, how he kisses her in bed, but descriptions are one thing and reality is another. Let me mention that I had never seen a real porn movie before. As I figured as far as he could his little one got up. I went to the fridge and took some butter, tissues and a towel from the bathroom.

I smeared butter on my crotch and his little one. I climbed over him and first rolled on his body, I covered him all over, he could barely breathe because he was physically smaller than me. Then I knelt above his crotch and began to slowly descend on him. I felt his little one enter me, he was warm unlike many fruits and vegetables I tasted in my openings. I completely descended on him, and relaxed in that position. I felt comfortable, but I didn't have any pain, because I had long ago drilled my openings to receive similar objects. Slowly I began to adjust like a chicken on eggs. It was fine, I was touching mine clitoris with my right hand. A few minutes were enough and the sweetness went from mine clit to my whole body.

I leaned my hands on his chest as my head began to spin with pleasure. I felt him fill me with his juices. I calmly received his seed into me. After we were satisfied I slowly got up from it, wiped my crotch with a tissue. I took a shower, got dressed, looked in the mirror, I was red but satisfied. I went back to the bed and untied my boyfriend, and asked him:
-How many girls have you been with so far.
-You are my first.
- Did you enjoy it?
-Yes it was fantastic.

You think I was so hasty to marry the first young man, of course not, it was all my farce, because with that question about marriage, I just wanted to experience how much he was in love and what he was willing to do for me. I know you’re wondering how one young girl can be so stupid as to go to bed with her first boyfriend and take it seriously. It's just your illusion. My mother taught me many things, and one key one was:

--Don’t give your innocence, virginity, to anyone if you haven’t eaten at least five (pounds) kilos of salt with him.

Was I still a virgin? Physically speaking, yes, because no man has entered mine vagina yet. Does virginity count if someone penetrated my ass? Exactly as I planned, so it happened, instead of mine vagina, I adjusted my ass. It was very pleasant for me, because I had been satisfied in that way for a long time with my cucumbers and other toys, and he, blindfolded and handcuffed, did not feel where he really was. We repeated such and similar games throughout the summer, which became more and more sophisticated.
I perfected this and similar scenarios and kept repeating them later with other guys for a few years.

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Title: The biggest mistake of my life.

Find out from this story how and why my character and behavior were formed.

I had fun for a few years by messing with a lot of men on my own. My vagina was theoretically still virgin, for no male organ had entered me. To every boy I planted in my butt, without him even noticing.

All my friends got married. I admit I was envious of them. I also started looking for a real husband at this time, one who I wouldn't use my quirks to mess around with. I wanted a real husband like in a movie or a fairy-tale. I always dressed nicely, was always charming in company, so it wasn’t hard for me to find a new friend.

Oliver was a real man, for the first time I found a man who was taller than me, hairy as a real man, (unlike my former friends I enjoyed shaving completely). He was from a good family, he was educated. He had a good job, nice property. He was cheerful, he had a sense of humor, charm; every woman would want him... In one word He was perfect, too perfect. I started taking birth control pills after we became acquainted.

This time I didn’t want to ruin that idyll with my acting as with previous guys, so I decided to play it fair, sincerely on true love and marriage. We each found the other very sexy and we could hardly wait for the first opportunity for free sex. I told him he was the first man to have my vagina. Clearly I set that encounter at a time near the end of my period just in case. I knew I had broken my hymen virginity a long time ago with the many toys I have used for years, and my female friends had been happy to stick their fingers in all my openings.

Oliver was a real man, a seducer, and I didn’t want to procrastinate anymore. We were on a trip together, we went to a reputable hotel and ... after a superb dinner and good wine we went to our room. This time I didn’t want to fool around and decided to play fair. I told him:

-This is the first time I'll lie on my back for a man, to be on top of me.

Which was the complete truth, because until then no man was on top of me, they had all been below me. He was careful and entered slowly. I pretended it to be a little painful, and told him to go slowly. He filled me up nicely and I enjoyed it.

My mother told me to be very careful because love at first sight was not very smart. But I had never before had a real man and I was in love up to my ears. We soon got married. We went on honeymoon for a month and everything was perfect. Our honeymoon was full of love and sex.

When we returned, everyone went back to work and life returned to normal. We lived together and I was happy. However, I soon noticed his disinterest in sex. I began to have doubts. I hired friends and relatives to take a little look at his behavior at work and in society.

Oliver had a job that brought him into contact with many women and someone noticed something that they thought was suspicious. Eventually, I hired a private investigator to follow him on his business trips and at his job. I got photos of him (and her) having fun with a woman on a business trip. Also an audio recording from their hotel room. That was 40 years ago, and there were no mini cameras at that time.

I soon put the photos on his desk. He tried to deny it; saying:

- That is a misunderstanding and confusion, that is different to how it looked and that it just seemed that way.

When I played him the audio he no longer denied it. I bluffed and said:

-You want me to show you more? Do you think I'm just an idiot you can cheat on with your first maid?

I even let him listen to a couple of his phone conversations. He eventually admitted that he had had more adventures during our marriage and even before, while we were just friends.
I now wanted a divorce. He tried to avoid my divorcing him by promising to behave better and that we should go on honeymoon again, to start all over again. But I didn't agree. He conceded that he had nowhere to go.

After six months we where divorced. Oliver seemed the loser because I was higher on the social and property ladders than him. But I lost more than he did because I was morally humiliated by the norms of the time. My mother was wisely silent. One day After a year she told me simply:

-I knew from the first day that it wasn’t going to work. I knew nowadays you can’t play fair because everyone around us is dishonest.

I promised myself and my mother that no one would ever deceive or humiliate me in any way again. I said to myself that from now on I would be the one to lead the game and that I would never let anyone dominate me.
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After the divorce I was depressed and stopped hanging out with men. I turned to art for a while, but my expressed sexuality did not give me peace. I met a wonderful girl at a painting workshop. She was blonde and shorter than me, only s few women are as tall as me. After many meetings at the painting school, we were happy to talk, so it was to be expected that one day I would invite her to my house. I invited her to my place where we painted together, first still life, exactly as our lecturers at the painting school taught us.

After a few days it got boring for us, so I suggested we paint something more vivid and historical. After reviewing numerous art books, I suggested a scene from an Italian Renaissance painting depicting a bound woman. At first we both tried to copy it from the book but had little success. Diana began to explain that the arms and legs in the picture were not realistic and wouldn’t sit that way in real life.

She posed and showed how it could be. Then we came up with the idea that I should make a rough sketch of her. I tried but it didn't work because Diana was wearing pants whereas the slave-girls in the picture wore skirts and tunics. I suggested to her that she change into one of my nightgowns, which was similar to the clothes from the book.

Diana agreed and without any shame she immediately took off her pants and shirt. She stood in front of me dressed only in her panties, with bare breasts. I looked at her with loving eyes. She noticed my gaze and just smiled. I had to tell her:

- “You are very pretty.”

I handed her my nightgown and she put it on. Diana settled into our imaginary scene of the slave girl we were trying to copy. In the book the slave girl had her hands tied to a stone pillar with one of her tits showing through a tear in her robe. A large armchair acted as a stone pillar and I took some scissors and snipped at the nightgown so that her tits fell out.

As I adjusted her nightgown I grabbed her tit and made some adjustments to match the scene from the book. Her tits were pleasantly warm and neither exactly soft nor hard. To be more precise, her nipple stiffened instantly when I reached for it. Diana smiled and said:

- “You have gentle hands.”

I still needed to adjust the rope and tie her hands and arms around the pole. Finally I returned to the canvas and looked back at the scene - everything was perfect - especially Diana’s facial expression, depicting the slave suffering and the drama of the whole situation. I started sketching and then I noticed Diana’s facial expression change from one of drama, to a smile, eventually into enjoyment - or so I thought - but she was starting to cry. I jumped up to her and asked:

- “Are you okay?”
- I am, but this really excites me.
- What exactly, I don't understand…
- Something about this situation… being tied up excites me a lot.”

I grabbed her tits and squeezed, kissing her on the mouth. Diana began to moan. I slipped my hand under her nightgown and grabbed her ass. Diana began to twist, awkwardly with her hands tied as they were, and the nightgown became raised so that her thighs were exposed. I instinctively slipped my hand into her panties. She was wet and slippery. I squeezed her whole vulva with my hand. In a few seconds she began to gasp.
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My apologies Last sentence post No 36, has been corrected:
I instinctively slipped my hand over her panties. She was wet and warm. I squeezed her whole vulva with my hand. In a few seconds she began to gasp. I continued to squeeze her mound, over her panties. Diana’s breathing became deeper and faster. Eventually she wrapped herself around my arm and began to sob louder and louder. She wrapped herself so tightly that I thought she was going to crush herself. It took her ten minutes to calm down.

-“Did you like it? Tell me what was so interesting?”
-“Everything, that I'm half-naked, that you tied me up, that you grabbed my crotch, that you brought me to a climax like I've never experienced before.”

I untied her hands. I lifted my summer dress a little, lowered my panties, sat down in the armchair. I spread my legs a little, and told Diana:

-“Now it's your turn.”
She looked at me a little strangely, but I gestured for her to be in front of me. As she knelt , I lifted my dress a little more and spread my legs a little wider.

-“I love it slowly but with gentle kisses.”

Slowly she began to kiss my knees, moving up to my thighs. She was approaching my vulva. She paused for a moment so I grabbed her head and adjusted her into position. She quickly realized what I wanted, and I guided her. It was very pleasing because I hadn’t had one single orgasm in months.

The first one shook me, but I didn't let her go, I pressed her head to slow her down a bit, then I encouraged her to speed up again to bring me to a second climax. She licked nicely, like ice cream; I especially love that. I held her to my crotch for probably half an hour, maybe more. I finally let her go and pulled her into my lap like she was a little baby.

I kissed her tenderly, and babbled to her about being a “good girl, a good girl.” I told her to stand up; I wanted to see her. I took off her nightgown and panties. To my great surprise her crotch was hairy!

-“I'll have to take a little more care about this detail.” I told her and pulled her by the tuft of hair. Diana winced and blushed.

 

-“That such a beautiful girl as you should have such ugly hair on her intimacy? Unacceptable by any normal standard of morals. To keep such a hairy peasant woman for a friend in my posh house? Totally unacceptable. It must disappear immediately. Do you agree?”

Terrified, she just nodded.

- “Come with me to the bathroom.”

Picking up the rope with one hand I grabbed her by the arm with the other and pulled her after me. In the bathroom I tied her hands together and swung the end of the rope up high over the radiator pipe overhead. I put on a pair of latex gloves which I normally use in the lab. In the house, I use such gloves for dirty work, so as not to smear my hands. When I looked at her armpits and saw she had hair there too with a frown on my face I uttered in exasperation:

- “This really is too much for a girl from the city.”

I grabbed a tuft of her underarm hair and pulled sharply. Diana shrieked and to stifle her screams I stuffed her panties into her mouth and tied them in place with the scarf I normally use in the shower for my hair. I plucked at her armpits wearing the latex gloves until I had plucked all the hair out of both. Diana whimpered - but with a sharp glance from me she stopped.

- “Now we go a little lower. Do you agree or would you rather go home naked like this?”

She just nodded in reply. I didn't want to hurt her too much, so I grasped only a small tuft of hair on her pubis. She winced as I quickly jerked my hand away. Little by little, bit by bit, I ripped the hair off her entire Venus mound.

-“Spread your legs. There's still more dirty hair.” She listened to me in silence. It was now much more difficult to pull the hair out of her lips as I had to hold with one hand and pull with the other. After several attempts most of the hair had disappeared and I untied her. We returned to the room and I ordered her to lie down on the couch.

- “Spread your legs. I want to look at you.”

She obeyed immediately. Her armpits and vulva were red from the plucking. There were still small hairs on her lips. I reached for my eyebrow tweezers. Sitting on the floor with her crotch right in front of my nose I slowly pulled out the hairs, one at a time. It took more than an hour, and Diana was silent throughout. I was so tempted to flick my tongue into that beautiful red vulva.

I just barely restrained myself for three reasons: first because it was red and it would not be wise to lick sensitive skin after depilation; second, I didn’t want to reveal any weakness by showing how much I really wanted her; and third I didn’t want to give her pleasure. She had to deserve that first.

“You're too red; you can't even be licked. Honestly,”

I sighed. I smeared her reddened vulva with baby cream, then led her back to the bathroom to shower under my supervision. Afterwards I told her

-“Don't cuddle now or at home. I'll recognize the signs in your vulva. Is that clear?”

I smeared her vulva and armpits with more baby cream.

-“In fact, you can stay here tonight, You can wear my nightgown. Without anything underneath.

She readily listened to me and obeyed. We had dinner together and chatted pleasantly. I could hardly wait until we were in bed together. Once there, I hugged her like a little child. I had only just touched her tits and she instantly gasped. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I just had to kiss her and suck her nipples. After a while I said:

- “Now it's your turn.”

I was already naked and this time there was no need to explain to her what I meant. I lay back and she moved between my legs and started kissing at my feet, starting from my toes and moving up. I told her not to hurry. By the time she got to my knees my vulva was already pouring juices. I had to put a towel under my ass so as not to wet the whole bed because then we would have nowhere to sleep. I couldn’t wait any longer. The juices were flowing so fast and I just had to grab her head and pull her right into me.

- ”Don't miss a single drop.”

I didn't need to tell her anything. She remembered her lesson well from the afternoon. I don’t know how many times my body shook with pleasure. I don't know when or how we fell asleep.
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We spent the whole weekend together. On Sunday afternoon we talked about about her and her situation with which she was not satisfied. Diana parents, siblings lived far away in another city, so they couldn't give her any support. She lived with her aunt and uncle in our city. She have her own job and the responsibilities, She had to work hard for little money cleaning in one restaurant. Additionally her relatives used her to clean and maintain their house for free and cook for them.

I offered her double her salary to clean only my house without any other obligations. Diana thought it all seemed too good to be true. A little explanation. I wasn’t happy with my current maid coming in twice a week anyway, as she seemed to do almost nothing except hanging washed clothes and sheets to dry.

On Monday morning Diana said
- “If I return now to my relatives, they will shout at me. Maybe even beat me.”

- “If you have any doubts for double salary and your obligations, I will give you everything in writing in the contract. I work in a big company, I don't have time for housework. It will be your obligation to keep the house tidy and to court me. You will have your own apartment here which is normally intended for a maid.”

- “I don't have the courage to go home to my family now. Even if I agree they will stop me.”

- “This is how we'll do it. I'm coming with you to take your things. And you can say goodbye to them forever.”

She said nothing, but just looked at me, chewing her lip nervously.

- “Diana! Answer me! What do you want? Do I make you a better offer, or would you rather stay where you have always been?”

In the end she agreed. We went to her family home. I was horrified. They kept her in a small room that was not fit even for slaves. I just looked at her and told her to take only her personal belongings. She started collecting clothes. I told her she didn't need them, she would get all the new clothes she needed; to take only jewellery, photographs, paintings and things which cannot be bought.

As we were leaving, her uncle try to stop us. In the scuffle, they pushed me to the wall, I was shocked and surprised. I have to mention now: For years from a young age, my mother took me to a martial arts course several times a week, now for the first time in my life I will need that skill. In a second I knocked both of them to the floor with a judo throw I learned as a child. They all backed off in fear and alarm and gave up.

I took Diana’s drawings and pictures and she packed a small bag of her things. I took her away from the hell that had been her home. We returned to my house, where unfortunately I had to leave her. there alone, because it was Monday morning and I had to go to work. Before leaving I told her she could take any of my clothes until I bought her new ones.

Every day when I came home from work it was obvious that a real housewife had arranged every detail. For a week each afternoon we went out shopping and I bought her new clothes; new underwear, socks, shoes, cosmetics. Everything she could need. Her obligations to me were simple: I was tired of fast food and restaurants, she was to cook lunch and dinner; that she should keep herself and the house neat and tidy... and finally the most important obligation of all - to satisfy me sexually in any that may please me. It wasn't difficult for her at all.

We soon had a daily schedule. When I came home from work she would help me change clothes. Food was waiting for me on the table. After eating she would lightly massage my shoulders after which I would lie down and relax a little as she cleaned the kitchen and tidied the dining room. In the evenings she was to lay out fresh clothes for my next working day. Later when in bed I would ring a bell and Diana would come to give me a massage that ended almost always with her orally satisfying me every evening. When I fall asleep she leaves to go to her own bed in her room. In the mornings, she helps me dress and combs my hair. I go to work and she stays home to clean up. It was a satisfying routine.

On Saturdays she was to assist when I had my regular bath in the big tub. She helps me shave my legs and pussy, and next she manicures my finger and toenails.

When I have guests visit she is to address me as ‘Madam’ at all times in company and Diana usually prepares the dinner which she then serves herself to us at table.
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The lives of myself and Diana were soon well aligned with our needs and desires – with clear elements of a Dom – Sub relationship. I met her material needs as best I could. I knew what her sexual needs were.

I had made a scoreboard for all her behaviours and the work she carried out through the week. She earned one point for a good lunch, two for licking me well, one point for cleaning and so on. For anything I wasn’t happy about she would receive negative points. Something like a broken plate or unwashed windows earned one or two negative points each. For messy or unironed clothes my or hers she would receive one or two negative points? For each negative point she would receive one swat to the bare ass with flog, stick, whip, hairbrush, hand, or rope. For 100 positive points Diana would be rewarded with whatever pleasure I wished to give her.

On Sundays, the points were tallied up and the account settled. A typical Sunday ran as follows:I would begin

- “Diana, it is time now for you to receive what you deserve. You will receive reprimands first, followed by praise.”

Diana had to go to her room, strip naked and pose arms raised in the air, legs slightly apart, or hands on bed butt protruding backwards, or lying on hers back with his legs spread and I would check her to see if she was tidy, nice depilated and clean. Then she would lay herself over my knees to receive typically ten strokes with a thin whip on the bare ass. Not too strong, but strong enough to turn her butt red and make her feel enough pain to know that she is receiving a punishment for something that is not good. Sometimes I would spank her with my hand instead of using the whip.

After she had received her punishment, I would tie her arms and legs crosswise to each corner of the bed and blindfold her. Depending on my mood, I would briefly massage her shoulders, chest, breast, nipples, hips and finally vulva and clitoris. Diana had a beautiful vulva. I always wanted to lick her and when she had been particularly hardworking and had collected more than a hundred points I would lick her to orgasm.

I can say that it gave me as much pleasure as it did her. But I have not mentioned the most important point. Diana was a real virgin. Her hymen It only had a small hole that I didn’t want to damage. Sometimes I would just shove the tip of my little finger into that little hole.

I've never done anything to Diana by force. Whatever we have done we have always agreed on how far it would be acceptable for her to go. She was submissive and she enjoyed that role. Things were getting better and better until one day I came home from work earlier than usual and Diana was not at home.
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Keep in mind that this is not a porn story, but a true story from my life. That's why this sequel doesn't have much erotic content, but I recommend that you read to understand later events.

I looked through the whole house. There was no-one anywhere. ‘That's weird,’ I thought. Diana had permission to go out only to buy daily groceries such as bread, meat, fish, fruits, vegetables, dairy products. Everything else was bought by me or we would go together. I looked out the window a few times and after an hour I saw Diana. She was not alone; there was a boy with her and they were talking about something. I took a small camera (on film as they once existed) which I usually carry in my bag. I opened the window slightly and started taking photos from the dark part of the room. I don't even know why it occurred to me to do so. When they came close to the entrance of my house, he kissed Diana passionately on the mouth. I was both surprised and appalled because apart from the fact that our contract stated that without my knowledge and approval, she may not marry, have an intimate relationship, make friends, or bring anyone into the house or go to unknown places. It was a condition for her job with me.

Besides, we were intimate friends. At the moment I was like an angry tiger. I took a dozen photos of them hugging and kissing. When I saw that he was leaving and Diana was entering the house, I moved out of the window and sat in the armchair in the middle of the living room. Diana opened the door and froze. I got to my feet and walked straight towards her. Diana instinctively began to backpedal away - which to me looked like a confession of sin.

– “Where have you been today?”

-“mmm aaaa bbb. I was.... out to buy something ....”

-“Not at this time - after 12 o'clock when the shops are closed. Diana, what's going on? What are you hiding? What do you have to tell me? You know very well what our deal is - nothing without my knowledge and approval. There are two options. The first is I pay you off and you go back to where you came from. The second is that you tell me every detail and that you bear the consequences of what you have done, of what you have chosen?”

“-Excuse me, Mistress, I got a little carried away. So I was late... p-p-please excuse me,” she stammered.

I took the whip into my hand and ordered Diana to go to her room and strip naked. I laid her over my knees and started whipping until her blood flowed and she was screaming.

-“Apart from hiding what you did and where you were, you consider me a fool who sees and knows nothing,” I as I whipped her I said in cold fury: “So it is not only a violation of the employment contract, but you also underestimate me, insult me, belittle me, lie to me, and try to exploit me. Do I need to show you the photos? What parts of you did he touch? What did you do with him? Since when did you love each other? Who is he anyway? Has he been in this house? How long have you been seeing him? Have you touched him? You will tell me everything or leave today. Lie on your back to be examined. Are you still a virgin?”

I looked at her vulva and stretched her big lips wide; quite forcefully so that she felt I was angry. She was still virgo intacta. ( Latin - virgin). I tied her arms to the radiator pipe overhead so that she was now standing with her arms raised and her bare tits facing the window and her butt towards me.

Whenever she stopped talking she would receive a sharp blow to the thigh as an encouragement to loosen her tongue and talk.

-“Mistress, I didn't mean anything bad. He's a butcher from the store! He always gave me the best meat - didn't you notice? We've been seeing each other for a month; we just walk a little after he closes the store. He has just kissed me on the mouth a couple of times, .... and once he touched my tits, ... and once my legs a little… Please don't throw me out on the street! ..... I'm free here for the first time! I have everything I need and working for you is easy, is a joy, pleasure, heaven on Earth, the salary is great. Nobody bullies me, nobody kicks me. Punish me however you want, just please don't send me back to my uncle,” she pleaded.

I untied her and took her to my high seat in the middle of my living room. I sat her on it and tied her hands to the armrests. I went to my room and returned with a hair trimmer I hadn’t used in a long time. I plugged it in and started clipping Diana's hair, all the way down to the roots. She burst into tears but her tears would not cause any sympathy in me. but I trimmed her to the skin. I held her head firmly as I continued to cut Diana's hair until she was totally bald.

-“Now I'm sure you won't be seeing your boyfriend again!”

(Note: this happened 35 years ago in traditional and very conservative society where it was not common to see a woman without hair. This was considered completely unacceptable and was intended only to mark out convicts and prisoners.)

I next made a phone call to a security company run by a friend and asked them to send a security guard to the house tomorrow before I left for work because I just knew that the butcher-boy would come and see where his sweetheart was. I also called the phone company, telling them that I had an urgent problem. The phone engineer arrived and asked me what was the interference we had.

I explained to him that I wanted him to put a switch on my phone line (because a phone lock had not been in use at the time yet.) He got confused and told me that it was impossible. After long persuasion, he went to the store and bought and then placed a lock on the door of the junction box that contained the telephone line to the house and put a switch inside with which I could turn off and one the phone. This was completely illegal. But I offered him a good sum of cash and he eventually agreed to do as asked. The purpose of this modification is that Dana cannot talk on the home phone.

(What happened that evening and night I will describe to you in the next part of the story. )

The next morning at 7:30 an armed security guard arrived. He was given precise instructions. (I gave him my big zoom camera to capture everything.) He was told that in the house was a person who had to be guarded because someone could attack them or that they could be kidnapped and it was his duty to ensure that no one could enter or leave the house. Everything that happened must be observed, photographed and recorded.

I went to work and when I returned home the security guard told me that a man had been in front of the building and had been seen to try and ring the doorbell. He took a picture of the man and chased him away. After my arrival home, I dismissed the security guard until the next morning. This was repeated each day for all of the following week.

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Diana had remained tied to the chair sobbing the whole time. After making all the phone calls and after the phone engineer had left. I was now time to attend to Diana. She had sat tied to the chair for a while now with strands and clippings of hair stuck to her face by the dampness of her tears. Her shorn hair also clung all over her shoulders and body.

- "You! Filthy one! Have you thought about your actions?”
I demanded. Without waiting for a reply I continued
- “Now into the bathroom to get you fixed!”

I untied her and dragged her into my bathroom. I ordered her to stand in the tub and tied her hands to the pipe above. I put a piece of soap in her mouth and tied a scarf about her face so that she could not spit it out.

- “First we have to wash the dirty tongue with which you kissed the butcher-boy.”

Then I covered her with dish-washing detergent. I took a large brush and started scrubbing her all over.

- “I hope this brush washes away all the dirty things you did with that butcher-boy.”

I photographed her as a keepsake. Eventually I showered her all over with cold water to wash away all the mud and shame she had inflicted on herself and particularly on me.

I led her away and took her to the balcony, just as naked as she was. It was already dark and a few passers-by might have seen her naked form from the street below. That she had to stand naked on the balcony so that anyone could see her mourning and repenting her sins would have caused the utmost embarrassment to her.

After half an hour I ordered her to go to the bathroom. I untied the scarf and allowed her to spit out the soap and wash her mouth out for half an hour until it was free of soap. She didn't have much choice, she listened to everything calmly. Eventually I tied her hands to her bed and left her naked and uncovered to sleep.

In the morning I threw all her things out of the closet onto the floor and inspected them: there was nothing suspicious. I ordered that everything had to be sorted, tidied and put away neatly. As a punishment to her I also emptied and scattered the contents of a few closets around the house and ordered her to clean and tidy that too. Still furious and upset, I went to work.

At work, I had plenty of time to think about how to put my naughty maid in order. I talked discretely to my friends and got several pieces of advice. I especially liked one.

I had made around a dozen phone calls before I came across a real master who was willing and able to provide what I wanted. When I got home I dismissed the security guard for the day, turned on the phone, unlocked the door. Diana knelt at the entrance and waited for me. I meticulously checked that the whole house had been tidied, Diana followed me in step.

- My corrective actions seem to be working on you.
- Yes, mistress (governess) I did the best I could.

Lunch was waiting for me on the table. I ordered Diana to kneel beside me naked while I ate. When I had finished, I ordered her to wear only a light summer dress with nothing underneath. Even though it wasn't very warm weather. Other than shoes, that's all she wore.

We drove to a workshop and met with the master metalsmith. ( he was a specialist in custom parts for ships and yachts) with whom I had spoken earlier. The master greeted us and, as it was already in the afternoon in the big workshop, he was alone. I told Diana to undress. She was surprised that she had to undress in front of an unknown man.

-“Come on, don't pretend to be shy. Other men have touched you. Now here's another one.” Her obedience to my request was aided with the help of a short, sharp lash across the buttocks with a handy length of rope. Soon she stood naked in front of the master.

I tied her hands to the hook on the crane in the workshop and the master pressed a button. The hook rose a little ( got up), lifting her arms and stretching her out. We could see Diana's body upright. Her feet were on the ground but she couldn't move anywhere. Diana blushed scarlet, red as a pepper. The master metalsmith was a little less red face, and constantly moved something through the pockets of his trousers.
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