DOMESTIC DILDO DISCIPLINE! Jenny, a prim Scottish spinster, had initially been employed by Jim's mother as a housekeeper. But after the death of his father Jenny was instrumental in providing the discipline needed. She was the first to use a cane. She was the first to demonstrate how a spanking had a devastating effect on a young boy. And she was the first to suggest that 'petticoat-punishment' was reasonable and effective. 'In my day forcing a boy into frocks was the best way to control the unruly.' She told his mother. And she was right. Jim, terrified of her cane, scared of her humiliating spankings, and mortified at the thought of wearing a girl's frock became slavishly obedient. And Jenny was the first woman to use him sexually. It occurred in his teens. She appeared silently in his bedroom and instructed him to be still and quiet. Sliding into his bed she kissed and fondled him and gave him clear instructions as to how he was to satisfy and please her. Over the next year Jim became an expert in kissing, licking and caressing her matronly curves. Jenny made it clear she enjoyed it when he was passive beneath her. So, when she introduced a pretty silk nightdress into their sex sessions Jim was not totally shocked. And in any event he was far too scared of her to refuse to wear it. Habit is a strong master and he soon adjusted to her bizarre demands in bed. He not only wore sexy gowns that aroused her to fever-pitch, he acted in the most girlish fashion possible to increase her delight. The years passed and Jim eventually inherited the house. He made the terrible mistake of asking Jenny to leave. 'I'm the Mistress of this house.' She declared. 'I am YOUR Mistress.' Jim found that the years of indoctrination rendered him helpless. When she told him that they were to be married he was horrified. But he meekly allowed her to announce the engagement, prepare the wedding and - when the time came, he surrendered and whispered, 'I do.' Jenny resumed her sexual domination and Jim might have been relatively happy. Until she introduced the dildo. He sobbed and wept on every occasion she attempted to bed him. And despite his conditioned obedience it was the one area of friction in their lives. Jenny decided that he had to be feminized totally if she was to be the real Mistress. She re-introduced the cane! That night she stalked into the room and pointed to the hardbacked chair. "Bend over!" He swallowed painfully and did as he was told. It was useless to argue with her when she was angry. He leaned all the way over the chair and he felt the hem of his short nightdress slide up his bare thighs. Tears of shame rolled down his powdered cheeks. "Please," He whispered faintly..."not the cane Miss, PLEEEAASE!" The sight and sound of her feminized husband aroused Jenny. She licked her red lips and answered, "If I promise not to use the cane..will you...." she hesitates and he looks round at her. She is blushing..and as their eyes meet he knows what she wants. His own face goes pale. "You want to use the ...the dildo on me?" He asks timidly, fearfully. Her eyes gleam. She goes a bright red and whispers "You know I do....Well?" He takes a deep breath. "Yes Miss. Anything..but not the cane." Jenny sighs. This would be BETTER than the cane. She would use the strap to warm him up..and then....then she would show him who was Master and who was BOSS around here! "Pull your skirt up...HIGH!" Years of obedience. Years of being told what to do, and when to do it, had conditioned him. HE took hold of his soft nightdress skirt and held it up, baring his buttocks and thighs before her. Jenny took firm hold of the thick black strap and swung it viciously against his upper thighs... smack smack smack SMACK! Soon he was sobbing and whimpering..and she was shaking with excitement. She strapped her huge dildo about her waist. She stood directly behind him...her hands slid around his waist..under his body to cup his breasts through the nightdress. He felt the first hesitant nudge of the dildo and his body stiffened under her. She leaned her weight over him so he was pinned beneath her... Her teeth bit deep into his shoulder and with a savage jerk of her hips she impaled him! She made fast and furious love to him ignoring his whimpering pleas. She used and abused him until he was a gibbering wreck..and she was satisfied. She walked unsteadily to the couch. "Come..sit by me!" She barked. Sore and scared. He sat. It was not easy. The couch was deep. The skirt of the nightie rode up. He tugged his hem down and held his knees together. It suddenly occurred to him how much freedom a man had in trousers. His mistress seemed oblivious to his discomfort. She showed him a long slinky petticoat of shiny black satin. Matching black knickers and a black satin dress. "Feel it." She commanded handing him the dress, "doesn't it feel marvelous?" Jim had to agree. There was sensuousness to the act of stroking this stunning dress that aroused him. She stood up. Holding the dress against herself she asked him what he thought. "Stunning!" He answered, "It's absolutely gorgeous!" She was clearly pleased. "You're right. Shall we try it on now?" Jam licked his lips. He knew what she wanted; he knew from her voice that she was in a state of sexual excitement. But he accepted her hand..and she led him, skirt swaying, to her bedroom. "You are a maid now darling...MY maid." He nods sullenly and whispers, "Yes Mistress. I am your maid!" Her bedroom was the master bedroom of the house and the massive king-sized bed dominated the whole room. Huge heart-shaped pillows covered in black satin lay on top of red sheets that were made from the sheerest satin. She drew the curtains. The now darkened room took on a slightly erotic atmosphere. Jim unzipped her tight black frock. He held her arm as she stepped out of it. She pulled her red satin full slip over her head and shoulders. She has a good figure, he thought, solid, but curved and soft in all the right places. He stared at her red bra; a cone-shaped fifties style number. Then their eyes met. And Jim felt the heat of her gaze. He suddenly felt dizzy. His mouth was dry. His heart hammered. The room felt hot and claustrophobic. She removed her brassiere...and his eyes fell to her breasts. They were luscious breasts. Full and firm with purplish pink nipples that budded stiffly even as he watched. Their eyes locked. Jim heard a roaring sound in his ears. And he felt that disturbing heat in her glance. Unable to tear his eyes from hers he slowly unbuttoned his nightdress. He blinked as she lowered her eyes to his chest. The bra top of his corset gave his chest a jutting girlish appearance. He played with the lace frill that was sewn into the hipline. He felt her eyes on his bust. He knew what she was staring at. The lace cups were slightly padded and the result was a most pleasing bosom! and suddenly he wanted her to use the dildo!