Female Gladiator...Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Somewhere along the line, i've been developed an attraction towards the female foot. Ok, foot fetish, there i said it! Probably no secret as insinuated by the name of my blog (dual meaning) my avatar and the image posted within my first blog (pictured below).

At any rate it should be of no surprise that the trend of Gladiator sandals over the past few summers has been good for me (or so i thought).

As i'm open to the idea of being subservient to my Mistress/Wife; the idea of a strong, dominant female ties in perfectly with that of a female Gladiator.

Put a whip, strap, belt or paddle in her hand and the thought of a mean, powerful female Gladiator applying a real punishment spanking to me was quite intoxicating. (Keyword here is "was".)

So moving forward to the most recent punishment spanking and how this all ties in. I decided that i would present this idea to my Wife and had bought her these Gladiator-esque sandals:

i told her that for my next punishment spanking, i wanted her to put these sandals on and get into the mindset of a female Gladiator before administering the punishment. i told her i wanted her to feel the power, strength and "mean-ness" that a female Gladiator would have. Hard and with no mercy.

i love that my Wife/Mistress is intelligent and quite sharp. i love that she is game for most anything in this regard. Although she also recognizes and enjoys the benefits of a "well behaved" husband/slave most of the time.

At any rate, she jumped right in, "So...what I'm hearing is that the last punishment spanking I gave you wasn't "mean" enough, so you want need me to go "Gladiator" on you?"

Right that second i started rethinking this whole infatuation of mine cuz the last PS was quite severe and ended with me in tears and a torn up backside. That inner feeling of fear hit the pit of my stomach as she continued, "I can do that. In fact, you're long overdue for a punishment spanking now. Go to my room and get out the...uh...oh yes...the punishment strap, the Gladiator sandals and wait for me."

Ok, mind is racing and i want out of this even though i initiated it. Crazy huh?

BTW - The punishment strap is a beast, take a look:

Heavy gauge leather stitched together with holes in it and is somewhat stiff and somewhat pliable. It seriously will bite into your ass and leave it blistered. Appropriately named. I hadn't gotten it with this in years and that had been fine with me.

So...joy, i'm going to see the return of this as my Mistress/Wife is entering into a mindset of having to go much harder? longer? as a female Gladiator would deploy. Just great. Seriously, i'm feeling the fear.

So as i pull this strap out of its hiding place, i'm feeling quite defeated and i haven't even received the first lash yet. Pussy? Maybe, but you didn't take the last beating i took and this one is headed to be worse!

I put the strap on the bed and go to the closet to get out the sandals still in the box. Slight moment of relief as they are kinda sexy and knowing they'll be on my Wife's/Mistress' feet momentarily.

She comes in and picks up the strap and sits on the end of the bed. "It has been too long since I last used this strap on you slave. In fact, I don't think you've gotten a real punishment spanking with it in the past."

OMG! She's right. Last time she spanked me with it, we weren't yet doing the whole DD, PS thing! Queue lump in throat.

She then commanded me to take off her current sandals and put the Gladiator sandals on her feet.

As i was putting on her Gladiator sandals, she put the end of the strap to my mouth, "Would you like to kiss this strap before it starts kissing you?" Mean. And not only that, i have no idea how to answer that question. so i reply, "If you want me to."

"My, look who's being subservient already." she quipped.

Self preservation kicks in and i state, "Yes, we probably don't need to do this huh?"

"Nice try. No, we're doing this. Moreso, I'm doing this, to you like a mean, powerful and pissed off female Gladiator. Now quit stalling and get the second sandal on!"

Chills, lump in throat, pit of stomach thing. Why do i initiate such scenarios?

I finish and am told to stand up. She walks across the room holding/swinging the strap checking out her new sandals. "You know what, I DO feel empowered wearing these things. Strong, powerful and mean. That's what you wanted right?"

"That's what i thought i wanted Mistress, i'm having second thoughts now." I responded.

"Too damn bad. I'm feeling mean and these sandals aren't coming off until I've thoroughly tanned your behind. Assume the position."

The position is: underwear down and bent over the end of our bed.

"Mistress, wait..."

"Ten more." she interrupted. "Would you like to add another 10 after that?"

Knowing that i'll be hoping for the end of the spanking to come, the experience of her piling on additional swats AFTER the spanking is over is not a fun proposition. I only had to go through that once to learn it is not worth going through again. Effect technique for her i must say.

"no ma'am." i say lightly as i assume the position.

SMACK! the first lash feels like it cuts through me and air with some noise exits my mouth when the second one lands right after. SMACK! My knees buckle and the third lands. SMACK. i twist and turn a little only to be sternly told, "If i have to tie you down, you WILL regret it."

Not doubting her, i do my best to maintain position as the strap keeps landing. i occasionally look over my shoulder and she is laying into these lashes. i glanced down at her feet and that glimmer of intoxication was squelched by the next swat landing.

Wasn't long before i had tears, then cries. But she kept on going with the strap. I don't know about you but i lose count somewhere around 7 to 10 of a real spanking. Thoughts of counting turn to trying to manage the pain and when it will be over.

Finally, sobs. i don't think i've ever been broken this far before. Then she stopped and i felt her hand on my back as she lightly spoke, "Bad boy. Your spanking would've been over here but you've got 10 more remember?" My head sunk down and with broken breath i stammered, "y-yes Ma'am."

Normally she makes me count the last ten but she didn't this time. She might have felt a little sorry for me. But you couldn't tell by the way she applied the last 10. They were just as hard as she had given throughout the spanking.

She tossed the strap in front of me and walked over to and sat on the end of the bed, "Take off my sandals and put them away until the next time". Until next time? Queue chills. With tears still in my eyes, i kneeled down in front her of "at her feet" and do as i'm told. She wiped a tear from my face and put it on her sandal. Don't know what that was all about but i liked it. She told me to come here and let me lay on her lap while she stroked my hair. Still had stuttered breath but felt so much relief and so happy to be in her good graces.

I literally slept on my stomach that night and still am reminded of the spanking every time i sit now. Actually sitting on a pillow as i write this.

She mentioned to me last night that while she wouldn't normally wear those sandals out, she did like the power she felt while wearing them and it was easy to get into a "mean" frame of mind while wearing them. Great. She also said that if she does wear them out or if i come home and she's wearing them...that means, that's my ass.

So now i live with a Wife/Mistress and one mean as hell female Gladiator that ~i~ invited to the party.

Seemed like a good idea at the time...

The Worst Spanking I Received Started With A Blowjob

While i've been on the receiving end of spankings for some time now, it is only somewhat recently that we've started down the road of domestic discipline and real punishment spankings.

Even though these spankings are very painful, i will still get hard as my wife is taking off her belt, sandal or getting out the punishment strap (or other implement) to administer the spanking. As many of you probably can relate, even though it is going to be uncomfortable there is something sexy about the pre-spanking process.

Just to clarify, we also engage in non-dd spankings and to my delight where there is a warm up spanking. These are definately enjoyable but dd spankings are a whole other beast and there isn't even a thought of a warm up spanking. :(

So back to this spanking...
Unfortunately for me, my wife noticed the "excited part of me" just before my last dd spanking as she was taking off her belt and decided it wasn't appropriate. "So you're happy about getting this punishment spanking?" she asked. "No Ma'am, i just find you sexy is all." (Great answer! I thought.)

"Yes I can see that." she responded as she walked up to me with her now doubled over belt in hand. She reached down and stroked me and said, "You shouldn't be getting ANY pleasure from this spanking. I bet if I take care of guy (grabbing my cock) first; I have a feeling that the spanking is going to be a little more...intense?"

The pleasure of her touching me was conflicted by what she just said. Sure, i can talk a mean game when my dick is hard. i can envision taking the most severe whipping from her but the reality is, once the hard dick goes away, i'm not so eager to take any of those fantasies to reality.

BUT, to my demise...i had a hard dick that was only getting harder as she stroked it and started telling me about the spanking. "I am going to spank you severely with my belt until you cry, and then I'm going to start spanking even harder." She put the belt around my neck and went down to start sucking me off.

My response? A brilliant, "If you think you CAN make me cry." WHAT just happend? How did my dick take control over my mouth and get my ass in serious peril? I knew it was not a smart thing to say but...i had a hard dick.

"Is that right?" she quickly responded. "Then let me hurry this along so we can find out." And started giving me an intense blowjob.

I was worked up so much and she was not holding back so needless to say the BJ didn't last long. Great, now i had a limp dick and a pissed off Mistress taking the belt back from around my neck and ready to make a point.

"Ok, so...IF I can make you cry..." She double over the belt and pointed to the part of the bed i normally bend over to take a spanking. I didn't want to and i had no hardness to help me get through the first few swats either. BUT, she was a little pissed and "a little pissed" is better than "a whole lot pissed" especially when she is ready to start swinging her belt.

I almost reluctantly assumed my position and no sooner had i done that, the first blast from her belt landed. KRACK!

And in rapid sucession, they kept landing, one after another. This was different from any other spanking she had given me. The first, um, 10 or so swats i was squirming and begging for her to stop. Promising i would be good. Mind racing, thinking "What can i say to stop the pain." but all that got me was more lashes with the belt and my squirming got me dreaded "edge shots" and slight wrap-arounds. OUCH! Shortly after that I resign myself to the punishment and hung my head down as the swats kept landing and tears started to well up in my eyes as i started to cry.

She was true to her word and (at least it seemed like it), started spanking harder. WTF! How long was this going to go on? Luckily for me, not much longer.

I was crying pretty good now and my butt was throbbing in pain.

"So, I guess I AM able to make you cry." she said then told me to, "Come here."

She held me and it was amazing to hug my wife/mistress and lover after she had laid on such a punishment. I felt relieved, humbled and grateful. Grateful that it was over but also grateful for the spanking, even as bad as it was.

As per normal protocol, she handed me her belt and told me, "Put this away and then go look at your backside."

As i was coiling the belt back up and putting it away in her drawer of belts, i noticed that it even almost hurt to walk.

I doubt the blowjob made the end result any worse but it DID make me NOT want to get spanked before it happened. Not always the case when i'm hard.

It was the worse punishment spanking to date and i actually fear going back to "that place". At the same time, i know i earned it, derserved it and deep down inside wanted it (at least i thought i did! ;)

It was a severe and very real punishment given from someone who loves more than anyone and given with the intent of teaching me a lesson. Which is kinda what DD is all about right?

At Her Feet DD

This blog is about a FLR (Female Led Relationship) or FLM (Female Led Marriage) between my Wife and i. The fun started quite some time ago when we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

As many young couples, we had a very active and plentiful sex life. We had (and still have) great communication and explored each others fantasies to the fullest. Light bondage, hot wax, whipped cream, role playing and S&M.

While we enjoyed it all, the world of S&M became the front runner as it is hard to compete with the emotions, rush and release that it can provide. We were both "switches" which means we both enjoyed giving and receiving a spanking.

We employed the use of a safe word to ensure our safety and would often discuss the event post spanking which kept us dialed in.

I would most often push my limits until i needed to "safe word out" but my girlfriend (now wife), was less into pushing her limits which is cool too.

Over the years, I started wanting to be on the receiving end more and she started wanting to be on the receiving end less. This segued into me being mostly on the receiving end, which then segued on to me getting spankings for "transgressions".

Finally, i recently approached her about trying out real DD (domestic discipline) with her as the top of course. And that has evolved into a FLR.

So there you have it. Moving forward i'll use this blog to describe my discipline sessions, her spanking style, her spanking implements and so on.

Thanks for reading!
joey