Posted on Tue, 24 August 2021
I have had a strong desire for domestic discipline for as long as I could remember. I would fantasize about having a dominant woman take control of my life and keep me in diapers and spank me when I was bad. I kept these desires secret for many years, but in my early twenties I found an advertisment for a professional dominatrix that listed domestic discipline as one of her favorite activities. Her gorgeous photo made my heart race and I could no longer control my urges. A quick phone call got me an appointment to see her the following day.
Having no idea what to expect, I was very quiet when I showed up at her studio. I was too embarassed to tell her what I was looking for, so she asked me to write it down for her. After writing down all the things I fantasized about, she read them and and told me that she knew exactly how to handle me. She led me to a room with a giant crib in one corner and a changing table in another. There were also many paddles and medical implements attached to the walls. She told me to take off my clothes and wait for her in the middle of the room. She returned a few minutes later wearing an outfit that resembled a 60’s school marm.
“I told you to remove your clothes.” she said, referring to the fact I was still wearing my underwear.
“I’m sorry ma’am.” I stammered as I removed the underwear.
“First of all, don’t call me ma’am. Call me Miss Nancy. Secondly, I don’t give second chances. You will do as I say, when I say it or you will be punished. Is that understood?” She seemed genuinely angry.
“Yes Miss Nancy.”
She picked up my underwear and wadded them into a ball before shoving them into my mouth. Next she walked to the wall, chose a wooden hairbrush and then sat in a highback chair near the changing table.
“You’ve been here not even ten minutes and you’ve already earned your first punishment. Get your ass over my lap now.”
I laid myself across her lap as instructed and tried to mentally prepare for what was about to happen. Just as I found a comfortable position, Miss Nancy grabbed my right arm and twisted it up into the small of my back and held it there.
She gave me a warning, “If you fidget or kick during your spanking, I will strap you down to the padded bench and double your punishment.”
My fantasies had not adequately prepared me to receive a real spanking. As the hairbrush struck my ass over and over, all I could feel was pain. There was no pleasure at all. She must have spanked me for ten solid minutes and I was blubbering and crying when she finished.
As she pushed me off her lap, she said “Stop your balling. That was a minor spanking compared to what you may receive in the future. Now get your ass up on the changing table. I think it’s time the balling baby was treated like he’s acting.”
I climbed up on the table and winced as my ass touched the hard wooden top. Miss Nancy opened one of the drawers in the side of the table and pulled out a very thick cloth diaper and four oversized diaper pins. She had obviously diapered people before, because she slid the diaper under my butt and fastened it around my waist like she’d been doing it for years. Once the diaper was pinned on tightly, she opened another drawer and pulled out a large pair of pink plastic panties.
“Since you cry like a little sissy boy, I thought you should wear the sissy panties.” she said with a smile.
The burning in my ass was still painful, but the thick diaper made me feel a lot better. Miss Nancy motioned for me to follow her as she left the room, but I found it difficult to get off the table with the bulky diaper hampering my movements and I ended up falling onto the floor.
“Crawl if you find it too difficult to walk Sissy.”
It took me a minute, but I managed to get to my feet and follow her into the kitchen.
“It’s time for chores, Sissy. I want you on your hands and knees scrubbing this floor until it’s spotless.”
She gave me a small brush and a bucket of soapy water and told me to get to work. I worked as hard as I could, not wanting to earn another spanking. She simply walked around the kitchen teasing me about my diapers and how I cried from such a minor spanking. It was incredible and I was really beginning to love this scene. The spanking was not forgotten, but it gave me a reason to try and please her. This was exactly what I had fantasized about.
Once the floor was clean, Miss Nancy led me back to the nursery and motioned me up into the crib. There was a set of straps attached to the mattress, which she used to bind me into the crib.
“Have a good nap. You’ve got a lot more chores to finish when you wake up.”
I had only paid her for a three hour session, but we spent the entire day together. At first, I just assumed she trying to give me my money’s worth, but it turns out she was grooming me. Most of Miss Nancy’s clients are older, professional gentlemen that are just looking for a little domination. I was a young guy with a solid submissive streak and my fantasies of domestic discipline fit nicely with her desire for a houseboy.
She asked me that night if I wanted to go home or if this was something I would be interested in doing full time. She explained that she needed a houseboy and if I accepted the position, I would be expected to do as I was told at all time or risk punishment. I didn’t even give it a second thought as I accepted the position and became Miss Nancy’s permanent houseboy.
I now live a life of servitude. I am allowed one day a week to myself where I can catch up on television or go out on my own, but six days a week I am Miss Nancy’s property. I wear diapers at all times, but I must use the potty for bowel movements. I am not allowed to ask for a diaper change and must wait for Miss Nancy to change my diapers when she sees fit. I wouldn’t change anything.
~Bradley