(continued from part two)

An introduction to penalties

Ariella loved playing backgammon with Shallara. She usually lost, but the thrill of the game and Shallara’s company excited her. She had grown to accept herself as the submissive in their relationship, and she would now have it no other way. Plumpish, without being too overweight, Ariella was a cheerful person, who seemed to bring out Shallara’s kinky and assertive personality.

It was Shallara who had introduced her to the game. She vividly remembered the day it had happened. Shallara had shown her how to lay out the board and how to move the stones. It had been fun and then there had been an exciting rush to see who get there stones off the board first. And in her first game, she pipped Shallara to the post. Well, it was all the luck of the dice, and she couldn’t see how it was possible to stack the odds in any player’s favor.

Shallara had gone out to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate before the second game. She returned, not only with two mugs, but with a large wooden spoon. “A bit big to stir the chocolate with that!”, had been Ariella’s comment. “It’s not for the chocolate, silly, it’s for the penalties!” came the retort. Ariella looked at her quizzically, but she soon got her answers. A few things very quickly became abundantly clear to Ariella: backgammon was not a game of chance; Shallara was an expert at manipulating the odds in her favor; and a penalty, received whenever anyone’s stones were knocked of the board and onto the bar, resulted in a painful smack with spoon on the bum.

Time and time again, Ariella found herself bent over and holding her knees, while Shallara popped her on her bum with the spoon. At first she hesitated; it was embarrassing to have to poke her bum out for the spanks. She felt embarrassed and self conscious, and as the number she received mounted, it became harder and harder to offer herself up. “It’s the rules, pet…you have no option”, she was chided. Lumping it, she would bend and take it. Her hands seemed to be on springs, flipping back to rub her bottom after each smack. Shallara watched with amusement as the red rings began to paint a lovely red pattern on the milky white skin, and each new addition brought a new tone of ‘ouch’ from Ariella. She did have the pleasure of returning the favor a few times, but by the end of the game, her bottom was a deep crimson, bright circles of glowing pain tattooed onto the chubby cheeks.

Let the game begin

But this time, Shallara had said there would be no physical pain inflicted by the victor. And the proposal for penalties seemed to have been watered down to the point of being ridiculous! Each penalty would oblige the holder of the bumped stone to drink half a glass of water and neither player was allowed to go to the bathroom to relieve herself until five minutes after all her penalties were paid. Shallara was likely to win; she usually did. And that submissive streak in her allowed her to agree to almost anything Shallara proposed.

And so it was that she found herself kneeling on the on the floor at Shallara’s apartment, while Shallara sat in comfort on the sofa. Under Shallara’s direction, she had pulled the coffee table out into the center of the room in front of the sofa, and they were using it as the games table for the backgammon board.

The dice rolled and with long slender fingers, Shallara moved her stones, knocking another two pieces off the board and onto the bar. She tapped the board impatiently with fire-engine red nails. In a takeoff of a authoritarian domme, she assertively instructed her : “Drink again, girl !”. Ariella reached down to her side and poured a glass of water, downing it in three long gulps. She could feel the pressure starting to build up in her bladder, but she knew the rules that she had agreed to. With a final roll, Shallara finished the game, leaving Ariella with six stones on the board.

Cheerfully, Shallara tapped the board as she tripped out of the room on her way to the bathroom. She had her own penalties to relieve herself of ! And it was then that the hidden severity of the penalties struck Ariella with full force. As she heard the toilet flush, her own bladder rapidly began to complain. The water seeped through her body, making her fuller and fuller. With intense discomfort she drank the last three glasses of water, and settled won to wait the mandated 5 minutes before she too could go and relieve herself. The pressure had moved beyond her bladder, right down to that point behind her sex from which it cried to be released. The minutes seemed to take for ever to pass, and with only two minutes behind her, the discomfort seemed unbearable.

Shallara returned and sat on the couch, sipping a glass of red wine, smiling at her discomfort. “Having fun yet, Pet ?’ she asked, as Ariella shifted around. “Please Shallara, you have to let me go !”. The plea sounded desperate, but fell on deaf ears, and the minutes ticked on. At last she felt that she had reached her limit. “Shallara, please you have to let me out……I can’t hold it anymore”

A look of mock concern crossed Shallara’s grinning face. “Two more minutes to go my love….I am sure you can do that just for me ?”

A trip down the stairs

Ariella sat on the couch resting her head on Shallara’s shoulder. The game and discomfort behind her, she felt warm, protected and relaxed. Shallara’s mesmerizing voice seemed to be taking her down a flight of steps to a far away world. The hypnotic melodies from Enya’s Orinoco Flow’s resonated in her mind, taking her deeper and deeper. Shallara’s gentle fingers massaged her wrist and seemed to lead her into the dungeon. It all seemed so right and not terrifying at all.

Torches flamed on the walls, infusing the room with their earthy, smoky scents. A fire blazed in the hearth, making her cheeks feel flushed and alive. The stone floor clean and cool under her feet, and her toes, with their nails gleaming red, tested their dark, clean hardness. Chunky wooden frames of different shapes and size, all fitted out with black iron rings were spread out around the dungeon, a padded spanking bench sitting at it’s center.

And in the distant background, in another world, Ariella heard a doorbell chime. She barely felt Shallara disengage herself and gently lay her back against the couch. Shallara was talking to someone in the distance, but it all seemed so unimportant as she looked around and visually explored this playground to which her Lady Shallara had brought her. With everything feeling so safe and secure, Ariella felt herself drifting off into the dreamy world of dungeons and spanking benches that she flowed from her subconscious mind, waiting to be rejoined by her Lady Shallara.

(to be continued)

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Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !

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In tribute to Lady Julia

Shallara lay back in the salon chair, relaxing as Ariella massaged her damp scalp. She had been letting Ariella do her hair for years now and had developed a close friendship, one that bordered on the intimate. Sensuous, soft fingertips rhythmically massaged her hairline, moving ever so slowly down to her temples. Exotic oriental music played quietly in the background, and she felt herself drifting deeper and deeper. The wild flower scents from the shampoos seemed to overcome her senses, feminine, sensual and exotic.

She barely noticed that Ariella’s voice seemed to be changing. The idle chatter had been replaced by something more focused, more directed. She felt voices in her head leading her through a maze of passages and arches, until she emerged into a sunny courtyard. Somewhere, deep inside, as she continued to drift off, she heard Ariella’s gentle voice urging her to: “sleep for me now”

The private courtyard was surrounded on all sides by sandy colored, flat roofed building. Large arches and deep, shady verandas looked out onto the harsh sunlit area. A crystal clear pool dominated the center of the courtyard, with nubile women playfully splashing each other as they frolicked under the blazing sun. The eunuch, leading Shallara was huge. He had baggy white linen knee length pantaloons, and a broad red cloth sash crossed his chest, covering his pendulous male breasts, before wrapping around his huge waist. A red turban on his head sat on his head, with a large red gem clip holding it together.   He led Shallara to a padded table lying in the shade of exotic broad leafed palms and gently pressed her down and onto her back.

Her dream became even more sensual and erotic as felt herself being prepared for her first night in the harem. Girls wearing bright silks skits and tops massaged her, rubbing oils and lotions into her silky skin. Her nails were cleaned, polished and buffed; exfoliant was applied to her arms and legs and vigorously rubbed of. Her skin felt clean and alive. Her hands and feet tingled, and a deep warmth suffused her breasts. Shallara felt her thighs being gently eased apart, and offered no resistance as she felt a cool, aromatic cream being applied to her pubis before the hair was gently scraped away, for she knew that this was the way of the Sultan’s harem.

But all too soon, it was over. Shallara seemed to snap back to reality as Ariella moved her chair upright and began to blow dry her hair. Ariella’s bubbly chatter had started again, and Shallara struggled to retain fragments of her dream as it started to fade rapidly into the past. Uncomfortable, she squirmed in the chair as she tried to reposition her skirt which seemed to have ridden too high up her thighs.

Not too soon, Shallara had bid Ariella farewell and arrived back in her apartment. She needed to use the bathroom, and her panties were damp and gave off a telling, musty odor. As she undressed in front of the mirror, she admired her spunky new hairstyle. Her blond hair was short and spiky. Ariella had done well! Shallara remembered clearly the instructions she had given her, for she had rehearsed them in her head a number of times. “Ariella, I need a change . I want to look sassy and spunky – like a tomboy! I don’t just want to look good – I want to excite both males and females. Cut what you have to, to make this happen!”

And as Shallara looked at herself in the mirror, slowly peeling off her underwear, a look of bemusement crossed her face, followed by a wide grin. Staring back at her was a freshly shaved pubis, the skin smooth and silky. A temporary tattoo had been rubbed onto the mound; a fresh red rosebud curved it’s way gracefully up to her lower belly. The dream came flooding back to her consciousness, as she once again remembered the gentle scraping, the scent of shaving cream, and the gentle application of soothing oils. A wicked smile flashed across her face. They had an evening of backgammon planned…just wait Ariella, I know how to get you back!

Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !

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