Foreword

I’m British so I use British spelling and I use some British idioms that may not mean quite the same as they do in the US

Hemmings Descent Part 2

The evening after being paraded as her servant in front of Susie’s friends, Tom was summoned into the lounge before he served dinner. He was full of questions but she shushed him

“No, don’t sit down. Kneel on the floor beside me.” Susie told him.

“I want you to listen carefully. I’ve done a lot of research into this and I think I know what you are really up to here. I have been pushing at what I thought might be the boundaries of what you will put up with as my servant and I haven’t actually found any yet. You even waited on my boyfriend last night in front of all those people. While I insulted you. You let most of them be at best rude to you. You even watched while I kissed Dave goodnight!

Actually, to be fair he’s not my boyfriend, at least not yet but you never know!! He is actually Sophie’s brother and he’s just here for the weekend. Diana and I got together the other day and hatched a plot to see what you would do and you fulfilled all our expectations.

You told me you had this fantasy of being a servant. I don’t think that you told me the truth, If I am right you will be punished for that. That is what you want isn’t it? You want to be punished. But servants don’t get punished do they. Servants just get dismissed if they don’t come up to scratch. Slaves, on the other hand get punished for their failings. Sometimes they just get punished because their owners feel like it.

Yes, that’s what I said I said SLAVE, I said OWNER, I said PUNISHED.

That got your attention didn’t it. Look at you. You are pathetic, kneeling at your wife’s feet. You like that don’t you. Don’t you? Do you really? Is that where we go from here?”

“I’ll be honest with you, you may be a willing servant but you aren’t all that good at it. While I thought it was just you doing the housework then we were happy to put up with whatever you did and if we didn’t like it then it was up to us to do it again. When you came out as playing at our servant then we started playing at being your mistresses and getting you to do things again if we weren’t satisfied. I wasn’t really playing games when I pointed out your mistakes last night. I’m not prepared to keep playing the servant game any longer. A slave on the other hand not only has to do things again until they are done to its Mistresses’ satisfaction, it also gets punished for all of its mistakes.

Either we move on to where I get proper service and there are serious consequences for anything short of perfection or we go back to being a fairly normal family and you can play your own silly games in your head if you want to. If I want things done differently then I will just have to get back into the habit of doing them myself”

She laughed. “Jo would be upset about that though, she is well into the servant thing, I’m sure she would love having a slave!”

Susie reached into her briefcase, brought out a document and gave it to Tom. “I’ve written this up. It has no legal standing, I know legal stuff. Its what I do for a living remember, but it does let you know what I expect from our relationship in the future. I am going to give you until next Friday to think about it. You can ask any questions you want before then, but if you sign it you will have no say in anything at all after that!”

He started reading:

Relationship Agreement

This agreement is made between Susan Jackson, hereinafter known as “The Owner” and thomas hemming, hereinafter described as “the slave”

The parties hereby agree that they will no longer live as husband and wife but henceforth the slave will be regarded as the property of The Owner to do with as She feels fit, both in the privacy of The Owner’s home and in public. Both parties agree that their relationship shall in future be in accordance with the following terms and conditions

1) the slave will devote itself entirely always to the comfort, convenience and happiness of The Owner, her family, friends and any other persons who She may, from time to time allow to make use of the slave. The Owner shall have no obligation to have any consideration for the comfort, convenience or happiness of the slave at any time

2) All decisions about every aspect of the slave’s life will be made by The Owner. The Owner may advise the slave of these decisions if and when she sees fit. The slave will abide by these decisions without question

3) The slave will not initiate any conversation with any person whomsoever. It will wait until it is given permission to speak by any person it wishes to address. The slave will not express any comment unless specifically instructed to do so

4) The slave will seek permission before performing any action it has not been instructed to carry out, including using the toilet or leaving the house.

5) The slave will have no social contact without specific instructions from The Owner. It will be respectful and courteous to The Owner’s friends and other visitors but will not attempt to be, friendly or sociable towards them or to engage them in conversation.

6) The slave will not engage in any form of sexual activity unless it is specifically instructed to do so by the Owner.

7) The slave hereby acknowledges that The Owner is at liberty to engage in whatever sexual activity she wishes with any partner or partners She chooses

8) The slave will not have access to any funds. All bank accounts will be in the name of The Owner. Small amounts of cash will be provided where necessary but the slave will provide receipts and any surplus change on demand. The Owner will allow the slave the use of a credit card for domestic purchases approved in advance

9) The Owner may provide a schedule of household tasks that the slave will be expected to carry out to the highest efficient standard. The Owner may provide a timetable and the slave will be expected to complete all activities in accordance with this programme

10) The slave will prepare two simple, nourishing meals each day for its own consumption using ingredients prescribed by The Owner. It will consume these in the kitchen at 6am and 10pm, taking no more than 15 minutes

11) the slave will prepare and serve other meals for the owner her family and any visitors, as and when instructed

12) The owner may instruct the slave to act as Her escort for Dinner or other social occasions. The Owner will order appropriate food for the slave at these times.

13) Failure to carry out all duties and instructions to the satisfaction of The Owner or to maintain a proper submissive and respectful attitude may result in punishment. The slave hereby agrees to submit to whatever The Owner deems to be appropriate punishment. Further, The Owner, and any person authorised by Her, may administer any punishment at any time for any reason, including for their own amusement

14) The Owner shall have the right to amend or terminate this agreement at any time. The slave may only terminate this agreement with the consent of The Owner.

15) The Owner may sell, lease, lend, give away or otherwise dispose of Her rights under this agreement to any person at Her sole discretion. The slave shall accept any such variation without question

16) Nothing in this agreement or any action carried out by either party in consequence of their rights or obligations under the terms of this agreement shall be construed as intention to or grounds for terminating the marriage between the parties

Signed ______________________________The Owner

_______________________________the slave

Dated _________________________________

Tom finished reading and looked at his wife. “That’s pretty comprehensive. I would be signing my life away wouldn’t I?”

“Well, a slave is a slave you know, property not a person; no rights at all.”

“At least you don’t want to divorce me!”

“No! That’s not part of the plan at the moment, but you never know. If I get sick of this charade I can just tear this bit of paper up and try to get back to normal. Of course I may despise you so much by then that I don’t want you back as a husband. I could just throw you out or I might sell you off to some back street sweat shop and marry one of my lovers. I’ve got contacts that would arrange a divorce without asking any silly questions, it’s my job remember! That’s a risk you would be taking. Its up to you.

While I remember, if you decide to go ahead with this foolishness, I want you to buy these things and bring them with you on Friday evening.”

She gave him a list.

“What’s a CB300?” Tom asked.

“Its a chastity cage. You will be wearing it to enforce clause 6. I want to lock your dick up so you can only use it for pissing with. Weirdly, you can get them on Amazon.”

“I was wondering about that. Dare I ask if I will be let out of it?”

“Oh you will be allowed out and you might get to make your little mess on the floor, But it wont be often. Birthday, Christmas and so on. but only if I feel like it and certainly not if you ask about it.”

“Can I ask about number 14? What are the privileges you would take away?”

“Oh! Everything is a privilege for a slave. Food, clothing, shelter. A bed, blankets. Going to the bathroom even. There will be no more Saturday morning Park runs or Sunday races, but I will usually want you to go for a run before you get my breakfast every morning, we don’t want you getting fat!”

Susie stopped smiling and looked straight at Tom.

“You should know that when I started working on this servant scenario, I was trying to think about stuff that you might find entertaining but I have actually found that I just like being mean to you.

I really enjoyed making you wait on my friends and humiliating you in front of them. I liked making you go hungry because we ate all the food you cooked. I’ve actually stopped caring about whether or not you like it, I just enjoy being cruel to you. I want to find out how cruel I can be.

And before you ask about the pain thing, I am not going to be dressing up in black leather and boots and stand over you with a whip all the time. You can forger about that nonsense, but you will have noticed that there is a whip on your list. I might just give you a quick slap to get my point over or I may feel like giving you a proper whipping if you piss me off. In fact, I really fancy giving you a good hiding just for the fun of it, so beware, I am looking for an excuse to use my shiny new whip on your bare bum.

I might let Jo whip you, if she wants to, Amy as well. I’m definitely going to let Jo hand out punishment and she is turning into a nasty little bitch isn’t she? How would you like trying to persuade her to let you go for a wee? I might get my boyfriend to whip you, just to make sure he knows your place! Think about that before you let your fantasies take over. I’ve got to get myself a boyfriend first though.

I am sure I can think of lots of other ways to cause you pain without interfering with your ability to work.

If you were wondering about the serious discomfort, we have a big garden; you could be spending the weekend tied to a tree in the rain, or staked out in the middle of the laurel bushes smeared with jam to attract the ants, or perhaps just chained up in the cellar. We would need to be careful about Jo’s friends finding you though. I’m sure that they would love to show you what discomfort really means but their parents might complain. If they do I will make sure they know its your fault and I knew nothing about your perversions.

Anyway, its bedtime and all this nastiness has put me in the mood for some serious pussy worship. Get your arse upstairs now!”

It was a long week for both of them but eventually Friday came around. As usual, Tom prepared and served dinner to his wife and her daughter He stood quietly in the corner while they ate and chattered happily about nothing in particular. Jo finished her meal and went off to her room and Susie sat there looking at him over the rim of her wine glass.

“Time for your last act as my servant. Its decision time!” said Susie. “No! Don t give me your answer yet. I am going to go and watch TV in the lounge. Bring me a glass of wine, a large one, a very large one! Then you can clear up in here and get on with the dishes and tidying the kitchen. I’m afraid that we haven’t left you any dinner but when you have finished in the kitchen, either fix yourself something to eat and join me on the settee with a drink or take all your clothes off and crawl into the corner. Bring your little bag of shopping with you. You can stay there on your knees until I get round to dealing with you.

Oh this is exiting! What am I going to get? A husband or a slave, I can’t wait.”

Susie sat in the lounge looking at a half finished episode of CSI on catch-up, not really taking any notice of it, while Tom clattered around in the kitchen, then there was silence. After a while she heard the door open and then Tom creeping in. The door closed quietly behind him. He did not come near her on the settee. Susie sat there sipping her wine. She didn’t look round, she just kept her gaze fixed on the TV. She watched to the end of that episode and then made herself sit through the next one as well before she allowed herself to acknowledge that her husband was kneeling naked in the corner behind her.

“Come here you useless article.

Have you signed that paper? You have! Oh good.

Well give it to me then! Come on hand it over!

I hope for your sake that you remember the rules. Personally, I’m looking forward to you fucking up, I’ve got some exciting ideas for unpleasant consequences. Just to make things clear, you start with no privileges at all. Sometime we are going to have to work out what you might be allowed to eat and I suppose we will have to find you somewhere to sleep. You certainly cant sleep with me any more, but I cant be bothered with that tonight, its time I was in bed. Pass me the cock cage and lets get it on you.”

She noticed that he was trembling. That could be fear, cold or just nerves. Whichever, his dick had shrunk so she could get it into the little plastic tube easily. “At least you’ve got a tiny dick! there’s plenty of room for it in there.” There wasn’t really, His flaccid penis filled the small plastic tube. She sniggered. “Don’t get too exited about being my slave, that will be uncomfortable if your peepee gets much bigger!”

She clicked the lock shut and stuffed the key in her bra. “I will put that somewhere safe! Perhaps a nice gold chain round my ankle! You will be spending a lot of time on your knees so you will be able to check that I haven’t lost it!

Now get yourself into the kitchen. You can hang your whip on the back of the door and kneel beside it until you are given some more orders.”

She threw a bright pink ball of fabric at him. “And put these on! We can’t have the girls getting traumatised at the sight of you with no clothes on.”

Next morning Tom was woken by a kick to his ribs. A hard kick. It hurt. “Good Morning Daddy dear! I like the pink running shorts, very fetching, they suit you.” Jo was standing over him but all he could see of her were black leggings terminating in a pair of patent leather Doc Martens boots, her usual weekend outfit.

“Mummy has left me a note.

You really did it then. You agreed to all that. You must be mad. She’s not always a nice person you know. And she says I can be as nasty as I want. This is going to be fun. You have to make my breakfast and then take Mum her breakfast in her room. She wants coffee and her usual cereal with some fruit.”

Jo looked down at him and grinned nastily. “Mummy says to tell you that you will have to ask me for permission to go to the lavatory today.

Don’t bother until after lunch though, you’ll just be wasting your breath.

Mummy also says that you should be kneeling beside the back door waiting for orders And here you are, sprawled out in the middle of the floor, fast asleep.” Jo looked at the piece of paper in her hand and scribbled a note on the back “Take this up to Mummy with her breakfast.”

Susie had been woken by Jo putting her head round her bedroom door waving the note that she had left outside he daughter’s bed the night before. “Breakfast wont be long.” Jo ran off down the passage her boots clumping

Susie turned on the TV and sat up to wait for coffee to arrive. Eventually there was a knock on the door and Thomas struggled in carrying the tray. He handed her the note from Jo.

“Jo says you were asleep in the middle of the kitchen floor this morning. What did I tell you to do?”

“Kneel beside the door and wait for more orders Ma’am.”

“Your first order as my slave and you disobeyed. You are going to have to be punished for that.

Jo and I are going shopping. Get our rooms cleaned, beds changed and the laundry done. After that you can tidy the garage, sweep up the yard and pick up the drive as well.”

It was late afternoon when the ladies came back. He had done everything he had been told to do but they drove into the garage and ignored him. After a while the back door opened and Susie beckoned him inside.

“Get our shopping from the car and bring it into the lounge. Then you can get your whip and wait for us in the kitchen.” Tom gasped. “If I was you I would be quick about it. You don’t want to be in any more trouble.”

There was a plain wooden chair in the middle of the floor. Tom got the whip from the back of the door and knelt beside the chair. He could feel his heart pounding and his palms were sweating. After what seemed like hours, the two ladies strolled into the kitchen. Susie stood at one side of the chair and Jo at the other.

“First of all you are going to those shorts off. You will not wear anything in the house unless either of us tell you otherwise. Similarly, all you will be wearing in the garden or the yard is those shorts. One of us will tell you if we want you to wear anything else.

Now you will bend over the back of this chair and take a firm grip on the seat.”

Tom complied hesitatingly.

“You are going to have to learn to obey orders more quickly than that. I am going to give you 10 swats with this whip, then Jo will give you another 10. This is for no reason other than to warn you that we can and will whip you when we want to. After that I will give you another 10 as punishment for not being knelt at the door waiting for instructions this morning. Then Jo can do another 10 for being slow to get over the chair. If you stand up or try to protect your bottom, we will start again.”

“Ready?”

There was a swish and then a burst of fire across his arse. God that hurt. He gasped and then there was another one. And another. And another. He heard somebody moaning and realised it was him. The pain just blurred. This was nothing like his fantasy of being whipped by his gorgeous wife. It wasn’t exciting, It wasn’t sexy. This was just pain. Eventually it stopped.

He could hear them both sniggering as they examined his sore bum. He could feel fingers probing some really painful spots. “Well, that’s the first 10 done. There are some pink bits but it doesn’t look too bad. Perhaps I was too soft on him. I will have to hit him harder next time”. He heard Susie laugh. “Never mind, your turn next dear! and on it went again.

Jo was hitting him just as hard as Susie had done but there was now no part of his bottom that was not already covered in painful stripes He did not know how he was gonna get through 30 more lashes but he knew that he did not want to give them an excuse to begin the torture again. He just concentrated on hanging onto the edge of the chair. There were tears running down his face. He didn’t care, he just wanted to survive. And then something strange happened. Each stroke was still agony but they felt good as well.