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Archive-name: Bondage/newlife1.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Phil

Archive-title: A New Life





                             Part 1



  Funny how adaptable humans are. Your whole world can be turned

topsy turvy and inside out and after a few months it all seems

natural somehow. I'm 36 years old with a Master's Degree in

Electrical Engineering. I hold a patent and am a self-employed

consultant to several medium sized companies. 

  About a half-hour ago I was stripped naked and spanked. I'm

sitting here nude at a computer, self-conscious as hell, with a

painful hard-on and an ice cube wedged up my ass while my beautiful

young mistress and her friend are in the next room eating chips and

watching music videos. In an hour they will both read what I've

typed so far and if they don't approve of it I will be punished

severely. It's almost hard to imagine that I'm the same person who

occupied my body just a few months ago...



  Six months ago I was married to a wonderful girl and had a five

year old daughter. We weren't rich but I made a pretty decent

living consulting and we had a comfortable home in New Mexico. Our

home life was pretty normal, I think. My wife and I made love once

or twice a week and most of our activities revolved around our

daughter, Angela. 

  I never had the courage to talk to my wife about my interest in

B&D. It's not that she wouldn't understand, it's just that I was

ashamed to tell her, so I kept it to myself. I bought pornography

and read it in secrecy. I couldn't keep it around the house so I

devoured the stories and pictures with my eyes and discarded the

material. I would be able to recall the images and words and use

them to fuel my fantasies whenever I needed them. The frightening

thing was that I was needing them more and more often.

  My fantasies began as fairly normal `tie 'em up' stuff. I

imagined myself kidnapped by beautiful women, tied up and

physically abused. As time went by, however, my fantasies had to

become more and more involved in order for me to get off. They

began taking a darker turn and the abuse I dreamed of turned into

humiliations and sexual torments. I began craving the most depraved

treatment imaginable, and as the fantasies became even darker it

became more apparent that I would never be able to discuss them

with my wife. I felt trapped.

  There are a couple of companies that I do work for on a fairly

regular basis, so I get to know some of the people. One day about

six months ago one of the guys at a company I do work for asked me

if I wanted to stop off at a Happy Hour before going home. I'm not

a big drinker but I thought it couldn't hurt, so I accepted. 

  While we were there, enjoying the free food and listening to the

music, a couple of secretaries that we both knew saw us and walked

over to talk. The guy I was with was single and he asked one of the

girls if she wanted to dance. She accepted and that left me alone

with Jeannie. 

  Jeannie was a real fox! She was about 5'8" or so, with light

brown hair. She had a short skirt on that displayed her long

luscious legs. I tried my best to be suave and not oggle her but I

couldn't help but glance down at her legs every so often. She

noticed me doing it, I guess, and said "Is there something wrong

with my dress?"

  "Ahh, no. Nothing..." I coughed.

  "Well I notice you keep looking down at it, I was afraid there

might be something wrong", she teased.

  "No... I wasn't. I mean, well... sorry." 

  I knew I had to be blushing but she smiled at me as if to say she

understood and appreciated the attention. I sighed and shook my

head a little, smiling myself. I knew I'd been caught but, what the

hell, if she didn't want me looking at her she wouldn't dress that

way. We talked shop a little and eventually the conversation

drifted to other people we knew, what we did outside for

entertainment, and more social things. My friend had disappeared

with the other girl and I hardly even noticed he was gone.

  I'm not used to drinking so after a few glasses of wine I began

to loosen up quite a bit. I was reliving my single days and enjoyed

the attention that this young girl was showing me. I kind of showed

off a little, probably acted a bit like a jerk, but I was having a

ball, and she seemed to enjoy my company.

  I made a few off-color jokes and sexual double-entendres and she

giggled and told me I was a naughty boy. I remember her words

exactly:

  "Ooooh, you're a naughty boy! You keep talking like that and I

may have to take a hairbrush to you!" She giggled and raised her

drink to her lips but I noticed she was staring right at me. My

whole body stiffened a bit and before I could stop myself I gulped

a little. I didn't want her to realize how her words had affected

me but when I picked up my glass my hand started trembling. I was

mortified! I put the glass down as quickly as I could and tried to

act nonchalant.

  "That really got to you, didn't it?" she chided me.

  "Well, it's an interesting threat" I quipped back. "I can

certainly think of many worse ways to go!" I tried to turn it into

a joke, but she had me hooked and she wouldn't back off.

  "Watch out for me" she winked. "I may be young but I've got sharp

claws and teeth. I see you still keep looking at my legs. Don't

deny it. It's okay. I think you're pretty cute." She licked her

lips teasingly and asked me if I thought the place was getting a

little noisy."

  "Uh.... I'm married. I'd a... well..."

  "I didn't ask you if you were married. I asked if you thought it

was getting a little noisy in here. And crowded. My, you certainly

do have some naughty thoughts rolling around in your head! I

thought you might like to just stop by my place for one last drink

and some more quiet conversation."

  There it was. There was no mistaking the offer. I absolutely

should have just thanked her and gone home, but I was horny as

hell. She was gorgeous, about 24 years old. She could have any man

in the place... and she wanted me! And she said I was naughty. That

one phrase got my penis itching and twitching. I had had more

drinks than I should have and was loose as a goose. I figured that

if I said no now, I'd never ever have another chance like this.

Never.

  "Sure. Why not? I'd kinda like that."

  I paid for our drinks with shaking hands. Jeannie turned to walk

out and I had a rock hard erection as I followed her. Her back was

sleek and her hips and legs flowed as she confidently strode

towards the door. Her thighs were fantastic! I gulped as we exited

the place and she turned to look at me. She had a way of smiling

that looked like laughing. Her eyes were bright and I was shaking

like a leaf. She pointed out her car and told me to get in mine and

follow her.

  We drove for about a half hour before she turned the car into the

driveway of a small white house. I remember telling her I was

surprised that a single young girl like herself wouldn't have an

apartment closer to town. She said that she liked her privacy and

thought that apartments were nothing more than little boxes where

people were stored. She had been renting this house for over a year

and she was willing to make the 40 minute drive each way to work. 

  I was beginning to worry about the time so I asked her if she

minded if I used her phone. She chuckled knowingly and said "sure".

I picked up the phone and punched in my home phone number.

  "Hi honey, it's me. I'm afraid I'm gonna be pretty late tonight.

We got ourselves into a bit of a jam and I can't leave until we've

figured a way around it. No, I ate something from the machine. I

will. Kiss Angela for me. Bye, hon."

  When I hung up the phone Jeannie walked back into the room. She

had a cigarette in one hand.

  "You do that very well. Lie, I mean. Don't feel bad. I

understand. I'm attracted to naughty little boys. Don't lie to me,

though, or I'll whip your ass."

  I was stunned at her blatant comment. On one hand I was shocked,

but on the other hand we both knew why I had come with her... Both

knew what had attracted me. She was gorgeous, but in addition to

that there was the chance that I might get an opportunity to live

one of my fantasies. She might be just teasing me, leading me on,

but I was compelled to take the chance.

  We sat and talked for awhile. She smoked but neither of us had

another drink. She was fencing with me. Teasing me with suggestions

of punishments. I parried humorously, but we both saw the trembling

in my hands and knees.

  We talked about all kinds of things, our likes and dislikes, what

we wanted from life. Finally she came right out and told me that

she was naturally dominant and that any man who wanted her would

have to accept that. I coughed and said I understood how she felt.

I swallowed and got ready for the big step. I told her that I was

naturally submissive. Her eyebrows lifted and she had a wry smile

on her face.

  "I thought so" she said. "Something about your eyes when we were

talking back at the bar."

  I blushed, but now that it was out in the open I began to tell

her of my fantasies and desires. She held my gaze with rapt

attention. It seemed I couldn't stop talking. My secret had been

pent up inside of me for so long and it felt so good to finally let

it out. To tell someone who understood!

  She crossed her legs and stared into my eyes as I told her about

my darkest desires. The humiliations and degradations I craved. Her

dress was way up on her thighs and she dangled her shoe on her toes

as she teased me and made me continue with my confession.

  When I was through she just sat there. She didn't say a word for

at least a minute, then she crushed out her cigarette in the

ashtray and stood up.

  "I'm glad you told me the truth, slave, because if you had lied

I would have known it and fucked you over good."

  `Slave!' She had called me slave! I didn't know what to do. This

was like some sort of a dream. Without knowing why, I slipped to

the carpeted floor on my knees and looked down. I heard her laugh

cruelly.

  "So that's it, huh? You just pour your guts out then drop to your

knees and I'm supposed to make everything feel good, huh? Well, it

doesn't work that way. I told you I was dominant. That means it's

MY pleasure, my fun that I'm looking out for. I'm not a prostitute.

You don't throw me a few bucks and I whip your ass and send you

home. Oh nooooo! If you want me then it's by MY rules."

  "Y-yes... Mistress." I gulped.

  "Don't call me `Mistress'. I hate that. It makes it sound like

I'm acting out some kind of a play for your amusement. I'm not. My

name is `Jeannie'.

  "Yes, Jeannie. I'm sorry."

  "And when you answer my questions, say "Yes m'am, or No m'am". It

shows respect.

  "Yes, m'am." I knelt there trembling. I raised my eyes and looked

up at her. As beautiful as she was before, she somehow seemed even

more beautiful. So full of self-confidence for one so young. She

had me trembling at her feet and she looked down with amusement at

me. She raised one of her legs and stuck her shoe in my chest.

  "Kiss it, slave. Kiss my foot."

  I caressed that shapely leg and held it dearly. I gently kissed

her shin once, twice, three times. I massaged her calf as I

continued kissing her leg, working my way down to her high heeled

shoe. I was nearly crying with lust but through it all I could hear

her chuckling. I was making her happy! Maybe she'd let me stay!

  "You're not very good at that, you know."

  "I'm sorry m'am. I'll do better. I promise."

  "Damn right you will. You'll get better with practice. I expect

to make a first class licker out of you. Lot's of practice you'll

get.... heheheh. Your tongue will be my perfect little slave!"

  "Yes m'am" I answered in between licks. 

  "There's something wrong with this picture. I know! It's the way

you're dressed. You've got too many clothes on and that's bad. I

like my men bare. Take off all your clothes, and I mean EVERYTHING! 

Let's see. I'll give you... one minute. In exactly 60 seconds

you're to be completely naked, and I want you kneeling facing that

wall with your knees spread and your nose touching the rug. If you

take one second longer you'll be out that door carrying your

clothes and you'll never come back. Do you understand?"

  "Yes m'am" I answered. My heart was pounding. This was it! It was

really happening. Could I go through with it? If I chickened out

now I knew I'd spend the rest of my life reading magazines and

jacking off and remembering the time I had a shot at it and blew

it.

  She held her wrist up and looked at her watch. "OK, 60 seconds,

starting....now!"

  I sat on the floor and kicked off my shoes while my fingers

tugged my tie off and began working on my shirt buttons. I paused

to tug off both of my socks then resumed unbuttoning my shirt.

Finally I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and dropped it to the

floor. I undid my belt and opened my pants, lifting my ass off the

floor as I pushed them down to my ankles. I lost a little time

pulling them off my feet. I felt I could make it but I didn't want

to take any chances. Damn! I managed to get the pants off, turning

one of the pant legs inside out in the process. I was left in my

tee-shirt and jockey shorts.

  "Fifteen seconds left... don't dawdle!"

  I pulled the tee shirt over my head and yanked my arms out of the

sleeves. That must have taken a good five seconds. I hesitated as

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jockey shorts. This was

it. This was the big step. Did I have the guts to do it? I didn't

have any time to think about it, I pushed the underpants down

around my thighs. I felt cool air on me as I pulled my knees back

and tugged the underwear off my ankles. I was almost out of time!

In a panic I rolled over facing the wall. I got on my knees and

lowered my head so that my nose was touching the carpet. My ass was

way up in the air! Just as Jeannie called "Time!" I remembered to

spread my knees wide.

  I was breathing heavily. I made it! I was crouched down on my

arms and knees with my bare ass up in the air and spread wide

before this young secretary, and I was thankful I had made it! I

felt so perverse, so ashamed of myself. I wanted to jump up and

pull my clothes back on and tell her it was all a mistake. How

would I ever face her again in the office?

  "Well, you look pretty good like that! I think I'll keep you that

way. What do you think? Do you think some of the other girls at

work might like to see you this way? I'll bet they would! We'll see

about that later... In the meantime, you've disappointed me very

much. Do you know why?"

  "N-no m'am"

  "I told you to take off everything, didn't I?"

  "Yes, m'am"

  "Well, what's that on your wrist, and on your finger?"

  I gasped! In my haste I had forgotten my watch, and my wedding

band!

  "I-I'm sorry, M'am! I'm sorry!" I pleaded as I pulled off my

watch. I struggled a little with the gold band on my finger, but I

managed to get it off and placed both on the floor beside me. I

then quickly put my nose back on the floor and spread my knees as

wide as I possibly could! I could almost feel my anus stretched

open and my balls hung freely between my thighs. I was terrified

that I had blown it!

  "I'm not going to make you leave because this was your first

mistake. But you fucked up!"

  "Y'es m'am. I'm sorry m'am!" I pleaded.

  "You can stay but you're going to have to learn to obey me

better. The next time I tell you I want you completely naked, I

want you COMPLETELY naked! Not nearly naked. Not almost naked. I

want you bare! No matter where you are, no matter who else is

there. I want you bare with your nose to the floor and your ass

spread wide! I may want to show you to someone and I don't want you

embarrassing me in front of my friends. After all, they may be your

friends too. You do want to show them how well you've been trained

don't you?" She giggled mischievously. She knew she was twisting my

guts with what she was saying.

  "Please m'am! Don't show me like this to anybody! I'd die!"

  "You just worry about behaving and keeping that naughty little

ass of yours spread open for me. I'm going to punish you for your

mistake. I'm going to spank that little ass of yours and turn it

red. And I want you wiggling it and thanking me the whole time, do

you understand?"

  "Y'es m'am, thank you m'am!"

  I felt her fingertips on my back, lightly touching me. I trembled

but held position. I felt my asscheeks clenching as I waited for

the first blow. Finally I felt a little movement of air and the

next thing I knew the palm of her hand had cracked hard against my

left asscheek.

  "Ouch!" I jumped a little. It really hurt! I had never been

spanked before so I had no idea it would hurt as much as it did.

But it burned!

  "Owww! Owww! Owwwwwww!" Three more slaps in quick succession had

me shifting my weight on my knees. It wasn't supposed to hurt this

much, was it? This was for disobedient children. Surely a grown man

would feel nothing more than a little discomfort. But I was wrong!

It hurt like hell!

  Jeannie continued spanking me while I squirmed and tried my best

to hold my ass in position. Several spanks in a row on the same

spot had tears rolling down my face!

  "Don't be such a big baby. You want a diaper? Is that what the

big baby wants?"

  "No, m'am" I sniffed. I was mortified to realize that my penis

was hard as a rock. The way I was positioned it was easy for

Jeannie to see how aroused I was by her punishment.

  "Wait here, just like that. Don't move a muscle."

  I was grateful for the relief. My ass was on fire! My dick was

twitching, and I'd never felt more humiliated, or more horny, in my

life! This was soon to change...

   A couple of minutes later she came back into the room and

fumbled near the end table.

  "Keep your head down and your nose to the rug, boy, or I'll whip

the hide right off you!"

  I obeyed. My knees were shaking and I was still blinking tears

away. Finally she came back to me and started fondling my ass. She

squeezed the tender cheeks in her fingers and pulled them wide

apart. She then moistened a finger and stuck it right on my

sensitive asshole! I thought I would go berserk from the sensation.

She lightly patted my asshole with her finger, laughing and telling

me how it was opening and closing. She didn't have to tell me, I

could feel it! She taunted me about what a naughty little ass I had

and told me to beg her for another spanking.

  I was so hot that my dick hurt. I pleaded like a whore for her to

spank me. I wiggled my ass and cried into the rug. I bared my soul

to her! I told her I loved her and that I would always be her

slave. I begged her to tie me up, to whip me, to use me for her

pleasure. 

  She told me to look back at her and continue begging. She said

she loved to hear men beg. I lifted my head slightly and looked

back. She was still wearing the same dress she was in at the bar,

and she was smiling from ear to ear. I gazed in her eyes and

proclaimed my undying devotion to her. I begged her some more to

spank me and even wiggled my ass at her. I was gone! Like a maniac,

I was completely out of control. My brain had been switched off and

my body was being directed solely by my gonads. It was then that I

noticed the video camera on the end table, pointing directly at me!

I froze in mid squirm.

  "Smile, honey. You're on candid camera!" she giggled.

  "No, turn it off! It wasn't on, was it?" I panicked. I started to

get up but she slapped my ass so hard I nearly fell over. Then she

grabbed my ear and put her lips right to it, whispering menacingly:

  "Yeah, it was on. Congratulations, you're a movie star. Don't

even THINK about doing anything foolish, boy. For one thing, you

may think you're stronger than I am, but I've been studying Karate

since I was fourteen years old. I have a black belt and I PROMISE

you that I could hold you here until the police arrived."

  "You were so busy looking at my ass when we walked out of the bar

that you didn't notice that Jim and Denise both saw us leave

together. Even if you could get the camera and get away, which I'm

sure you couldn't, the police would be looking for you. I'd tell

them you raped me. You'd be ruined. What would your wife say when

they came to arrest you? You could swear you never touched me, but

I'll have torn clothes and bruises on my body. The people who saw

us leave together will certainly testify. And you a married man,

too! Shame!" Jeannie laughed and snorted.

  "Get out, slave!" she yelled at me. Pick up your clothes and

CRAWL out of here on your hands and your knees. Crawl to your car

and get in. Then put your clothes on and drive home to your wife.

I'll call you when I want you again."

  I was devastated. What had I done to myself? She was right, of

course. I could try overpowering her but either way I'd be fucked.

My only hope was that she'd be discreet. That's it! It would be our

special thing. It's what I'd always dreamed about. No matter what

else I was feeling there was no denying how hard my cock was or the

sensual pleasure I had felt while being forced to degrade myself in

front of this young woman.

  I grabbed my clothes in my hands and crawled naked towards the

door. Jeannie had the video camera in her hands and was moving it

to follow me as I knelt in front of the door, like a dog waiting to

be let out. I hesitated only a moment then reached up and turned

the knob. I swung the door inward and proceeded to crawl out onto

the porch. It was a warm dark night and I prayed that nobody would

be able to see me as I crawled over the grass and up to my car. I

reached up and opened the door, then stood up and quickly sat down

in the driver's seat. I took the keys from my rumpled up pants

pocket and started the car. As I backed out of the driveway I saw

Jeannie standing in her doorway still pointing the camera at me. I

drove about a block then pulled over to the side. Quickly I pulled

my clothes back on. The last thing I needed was to be stopped by a

cop!

  After I was dressed I drove the 45 minutes to my home. When I

walked into the house I heard the TV on and my wife called to me: 

  "Did you get that problem solved at work, honey?"

  "Yes, dear. I fixed things just great." 

  She came over and kissed me on the lips. I looked like a wreck.

  "Why don't you take a nice hot shower and get into bed. You look

beat."

  "I look beat?" I shook my head a little and started up the

stairs. "If only you knew..."



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