Molded by Mary
A Story by Dee

Involves: Femdom - Discipline - Spanking - Servitude - Bondage -Behavior Modification

When I started dating Mary, it became clear that her tastes, while classy always tended to be a bit unusual. She had told me on one of our early dates that she felt that being willing to try new things was a way of keeping life fresh and constantly expanding your mind. I agreed with Mary’s reasoning, but I always tended to go for a more conservative approach because it was safe.

Since then and over the last two and half years Mary and I have been together, Mary has done wonders to bring me out of my conservative shell. We have vacationed in many delightful places that most people would never try. When we go out to eat, most of the time we each try something new and share our meals with each other. Mary has even done wonders getting me to wear less conservative business clothing, mostly because she picked it out and with many of the compliments I have received about my clothes, I now completely trust her judgment.

When it comes to sex, Mary’s tastes are anything but ordinary and just like most everything else, I just followed Mary’s lead. The one aspect of this though is that often, I’m like the lab rat. If Mary wants to try something new, I’m usually the one trying it.

About six months into our relationship, Mary expressed an interest in BDSM. Mary was specifically interested in the domination/submission side of it and whether or not a couple could really find relationship bliss based on one partner being dominant and another being total submissive to the other. Over the next several months our relationship evolved to be that I was the submissive one whose purpose was to cater to her as the dominant. Overtime Mary had developed many rules that I was expected to follow. One of the first rules was that during sex, I was not allowed to cum until she said it was ok. Mary usually didn’t say it was ok until after she had experience an orgasm. Most often I was able to adhere to this rule and it made me feel good because I always knew that when I was finally told it was ok to cum, Mary had been satisfied herself. Mary was very pleased that I found it important to make sure she was satisfied.

On a few occasions, I had found it just impossible to hold off cumming until Mary was satisfied. Most often this was due to Mary wiping things up and getting me over-excited or for just getting me too excited during foreplay. One memorable example of this was when Mary and I went out for dinner one night. She wore the sexiest black dress I think she could find, it was backless which just made her look extremely sexy. The dress went down to just above her knees and had a slight slit at the bottom. When we got in the car, her dress rode up a little bit and I could see she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. Mary noticed that her stockings and garter belt caught my attention and she also noticed that it caused an erection in my pants as well. So for the rest of the night she used that to tease me. At dinner we sat in a booth. While having a few drinks before dinner, Mary reached over grabbed my hand and placed it high on her thigh. Then without whispering, she told me to go ahead and have a feel. After all, she wasn’t wearing the stockings and garter belt just for the hell of it. They were intended to tantalize me. Just before desert, Mary excused herself to go to the Ladies room. When she came back, the waitress had just brought out our dessert. Mary scooted back in the booth beside me. After the waitress finished serving our dessert, Mary leaned over and handed me her panties, a pair of lacy thongs no less, and told me to put them in my pocket because they were just to wet for her to continue wear. Needless to say after all that tantalizing at dinner, when we got home, I just couldn’t contain myself. This was the second time I came without Mary saying it was ok and afterwards, Mary shook her head at me like I was a little boy and told me that I would have to be punished for not following her rule.

The next day, Mary sent me an e-mail at work. The e-mail reminded me that I would have to be punished and that I would need to buy a paddle, so that she could properly punish me for my misdeed. The e-mail had a link to a website that specialized in BDSM and bondage gear. I was told I was to buy the paddle, but I was to have it sent in her name to our house. I clicked on the link and it led me to the exact paddle she wanted. The paddle she had instructed me to buy was a heavy black leather paddle with the word slut inset into the thick leather. Needless to say, I was shocked at the thought of being spanked with that paddle and having it leave the word “slut” in my behind. But, I also wanted to get out of the dog house, so I immediately made the purchase and arranged for the spanking paddle to arrive in a couple of days.

Friday night I arrived home from work and went to quickly get changed into something more casual then my business dress clothes. Mary had dinner ready and since I did not get time for lunch that day, I was starving. After we finished dinner, I got up and did the dinner dishes as I do now whenever we have dinner at home. After about 30 minutes, I was finished drying all the pots and pans, putting the dishes themselves in the dishwasher and wiping down all the counters. I removed the apron Mary had me wear to keep from getting any stains on my clothes and went into the living room. Mary was sitting on the couch watching TV and reading a book. As I walked in the room, Mary put down her book, got up and went and sat in a armless chair on the other side of the room. Mary then told me to strip naked and come lay stomach first over her lap. I knew what was coming, but I decide to be quick about it so that we could get it over with and then I could be out of the dog house for the rest of the weekend.

As I laid across Mary’s lap she asked me if I had been a bad little boy. I was shocked by her tone, but said “Yes I have been” Mary smacked my ass with the paddles and said “Yes you have been what?” I said “Yes, I have been a bad little boy” Mary once again smacked me with the paddle and said “Address me as ma’am, now say it again” Once again I spoke “Yes, I have been a bad boy ma’am”. Mary then told me that she was making another rule and that from now on, I was to address her as ma’am in private as well as in public. Quickly I responded with a yes ma’am. Telling me that I better not forget, she proceed to lecture me about the importance of being obedient and how she had no place for a disobedient little boy in her life. I was asked if I understood. Not wanting to disappoint, I quickly said another “yes Ma’am”. I was then asked what I had done to be a bad boy. I told her that I had broken her rule and had cum without first being told it ok for me to do so. Mary asked me why I should not be allowed to come before she has had her orgasm. I told Mary that I should not be allowed to cum before she has had an orgasm because her satisfaction was more important.

Mary then asked, how many strokes I should receive. I told Mary that I thought I should receive 10 strokes, but Mary disagreed saying that breaking the rule was a major offense because it interfered with her sexual pleasure and that it wasn’t the first time, therefore I would receive 30 strokes. Mary proceeded to administer my 30 strokes, counting off each one. At about 15 strokes, the sting became pretty intense, after the 22nd stroke, my eyes began to tear up. After the 30th stroke, Mary set the paddle down and asked if I was going to be a good boy in the future and not break the rules again. Quickly I said “Yes Ma’am” Mary then told me I was to get up, put my clothes back on and take her paddle and store it in the closet of the bedroom. As I got up off her lap, I noticed the title of the book she was reading and some thing started to make sense. The book was titled the Mistress Manual and later I would learn that it was an instructional and tutorial book on how a woman should dominate men. The rest of the weekend was blissful and Mary and I had a wonderful time. Needless to say, I did not break the rule about not cumming before she had her orgasm, but I was not doing quite so well with always addressing her as Ma’am.

On Monday afternoon, Mary sent me an e-mail at work. Her e-mail said that I had not been obeying the rules very well and just like last time, I was to buy the following stuff and have it sent to her at our house. The first item was a black leather fleece lined collar with an O ring in front. Buying bondage gear was a new experience to me, but I was at least glad to see that Mary wanted me to be comfortable. The other items were a pair of locking leather lined wrist restraint cuffs and a pair of locking leather lined ankle restraint cuffs. As I completed the purchase, my mind raced between wondering if this was going to far and the excitement of wondering just what Mary had in mind. Of course, I’m no dummy, so I new that I would be the one wearing these new restraints and collar. But what exactly did she have in mind that required restraint cuffs with a tie down ring or a collar. At first I was just so consumed that I couldn’t get back to my work, but after a short diversion to talk to a co-worker, I was able to put it out of my mind enough that I could get back to concentrating on my work.

On Friday night, I came home and Mary was in our bedroom. I went in to the bedroom and Mary was lying on the bed reading another book. This time it was SM 101 by Jay Wiseman. Mary put down her book, told me to strip and put on the clothes she had laid out for me. The clothing consisted of a pair of black nylon boxer short and a mesh black tank top. Once I put those on, she brought out the collar, wrist and ankle restraint cuffs. Mary hand them all to me and told me to put them on. Once I had placed them all on, I stood in front of her so she could inspect. She told me to turn around and then placed locks on each of the restraint cuffs on my ankles, the wrist restraint cuffs and then the collar. Mary gave me a book for me to read. It was Miss Abernathy's Concise Slave Training Manual. Mary told me that I would have plenty of opportunity to read it this weekend and hopeful then I would understand my new role in our relationship.

Right now however, dinner was waiting and it was my duty to serve her and patiently wait while she ate her dinner. I would then be allowed to eat and do the dishes and when I was finished, I could present myself in the living room for my punishment. When I was done cleaning up the dinner dishes, I went to the living room as ordered. In the center of the living room was a new table. It was about the size of a coffee table, only it was taller. Mary told me to lay down on my stomach over the table. I laid myself over the table and Mary proceeded to tie each of my limbs down to the bottoms of the table legs and then brought out the paddle. I was asked by Mary what rule I had broken this week. Obviously it was the new rule which was that I was always to address her as Ma’am. I had caught myself several times during the week, so I know that I probably broke it several times. Mary explained that by not addressing her as I was told to, that it showed a level of disrespect for her authority and was just as bad as being disrespectful and cumming without her ok. Therefore I would have to be punished quite severely given the number of times I violated the rule. Mary asked me how many strokes I felt I deserved. I thought for a moment and considering last week, I received 30, I definite was not going to get her to agree to only 30. 50 strokes sounded like a good number and so I suggested that. Mary decided that 60 strokes was more realistic. After 30 strokes I started to cry. By the time I received the full 60 strokes, I was beg pleading with her to stop and professing how I would be a good boy and that I would follow any and every rule she made in the future. I was willing to do anything if she would just stop.

That was almost two years ago now and today I am the dutiful servant of Mistress Mary. I wear a permanent chastity device and I’m only able to experience ejaculation on special occasions and usually then it is only while Mary watches as I masturbate. We still have intercourse every week though instead of me fucking Mary, our intercourse involves me being fucked by Mistress Mary’s strap on.