Normalize male objectification

What better way to let other women see the possibilities of a future matriarchy for themselves. Normalize male objectification and obedience.

“Hey! hey! Look at that!”

“What?”

“It’s one of those pet dog boys. I’ve never seen one for real before.”

“Oh wow! Me neither. Look at his tail wagging. He seems really into it, doesn’t he?”

“You’re focusing on that? Look at his banging body! Nothing is covered.”

“You think he still feels shame? I’ve heard about some of the processes they go through in their training messes with their minds and more. I can’t really imagine what’s going on in these guys’ heads. Probably something twisted!”

“Man, he’s really cute. I wish I could have one of those.”

His owner is taking him out for his daily walk.

He has to act happy. Wagging the damned tail by swaying his hips side to side lewdly while crawling on all fours. It makes his insides feel funny.

He has to have his tongue out, lolling and panting. His eyes have to focus on the owner’s boots or crotch. Overall, creating the looks of a needy pet. She loves when he craves her attentions. They all do.

Other women always notice them and want to take pictures, make comments, or even approach and play with him. He has to be pleasant and act like it the best thing in the world.

More often than not, his owner loves to turn the “in-heat” mode on during their walk. His butt plug tail vibrates, arousing his cock. She says it makes him more “friendly”.

All of her perversions happen no matter what he thinks or feels, and unfortunately for him, he does still feel shame and humiliation.

“Human pets are the icon of happiness, and their existence makes the society better.” What bullshit. It’s just a horrible perverted circus act that she loves, Billy thinks to himself, as they continue on their way. And his owner does love objectifying and humiliating him!

5 Reasons Adult Male Slavery Should Be Legalized

‘If you can imagine it, you can achieve it . . . ‘ – William Arthur Ward

Let’s face it. Slavery gets a bad rep and rightfully so. However, I thought it would be fun to present some reasonable arguments to why enslaving all adult men, 21 years and above, would actually be beneficial to society. After all, if recent history has taught us anything it has taught us that if you repeat something often enough and loudly enough, a lot of people will come to believe and accept it!

1. It Would A Massive Boost To The Economy

Let’s start with the most obvious benefit. Economic. By allowing men to be sold as property they essentially become goods, and goods can be taxed! The new female run government could tax a purchase (a sales tax), levy an ownership tax, or both!

Assuming the value of a slave is similar to a slave in 1860, that would be around $40,000. If women were taxed 10% of every purchase, the US sales revenue alone would be over $440 billion dollars! (based on a US population of adult males over 21 years of age, 110 million +/- CountryMeters.info)

Bear in mind that this money, if just put into building hospitals, could build at least 3,520 hospitals alone (assuming an average cost per hospital of $125 million). For schools the number is at least 10 times that. Meaning at least 35,200 schools could be build using male slave sales tax revenues. Providing tens of millions of women with modern, well facilitated schools.

But that is not all. The new slave industry would also mean new jobs. New jobs means more income, more income means more people paying taxes. Further, with roughly half the workforce removed from it, the remaining female workforce would likely be able to receive far more competitive salaries since employers would have to compete with each other to get employees from the limited number of available women workers.

Unemployment would be virtually non-existent as there will be such a huge void in the job market that it would take decades to fill all the men’s former positions with women.

Women would earn more, which would be transferred to her daughters which means her daughters would enjoy a higher standard of living.

Bear in mind, our estimate of the value of the male slavery industry of around $4 – 5 trillion would make it the largest industry in the United States alone. Worldwide, this industry would be more massive than the Manufacturing, Tech and Health industries combined.

Indeed if legalized, the male slave industry would lead to a boom time for America similar to the dot com market boom. And that is being extremely conservative. It is likely it would become the single largest industry in the world if legalized worldwide.

And we are not even considering all the other type of industries that would likely pop up due to legalized enslavement of man such as manufacturing restraints. And according to studies, a man can produce up to 3 and 5 milliliters of semen per day which is currently valued in Canada at $400-$650. (GroupEnroll.ca)

Imagine if just 1% of the enslaved male population, the most desirable 1%, is made in Hucows. That could be a multi billion dollar industry in its’ own right. Which could also be taxed! The possibilities are essentially endless.

Another source of revenue could come from allowing a man to extend their freedom by paying an annual freedom extension fee after their 21st Birthday. This is likely to be even more profitable. A literal steady revenue stream for the government which they can invest in hospitals, schools and public service.

Obviously, there is a lot of economical benefit to legalizing the enslavement of men.

2. Beneficial To Science and Health Research

You may have not expected this argument but yes, male slavery would actually be very beneficial to science especially in the creation of treatments, drugs and vaccines.

Unfortunately history has already confirmed this on several occasions. From experiments done on black slaves which created several cures for diseases (https://theconversation.com/the-hidden-stories-of-medical-experimentation-on-caribbean-slave-plantations-81600) to the horrible but valuable experiments done by the Nazis on their captives.

The human male is obviously a more accurate test subject when compared to chimpanzees who are currently our most accurate test subject for experimental drugs and vaccines.

Indeed if male slavery is legalized, male slaves will be replacing the chimpanzees for testing and they would likely yield far more accurate results. Just think of the last 2 years of vaccine issues with not enough testing for rapid antigen test which in turn meant it was not accurate enough until recently.

Imagine how much more quickly it could have been developed if better test subjects were available. Perhaps then we won’t be needing a third dose and such. Potentially this is perhaps the strongest argument for male slavery as billions in medical research could be saved if implemented.

Slaves may also be utilized in providing medical care. Currently most nurses are still female, but with slavery, men could not only fill this role, but their roles could be expanded. Not only could these slave nurses provide medical assistance they may also provide companionship and morale boast to female patients.

Without the distraction of their own lives they could fully dedicate their time to assisting patients as much as they possibly could. This may include giving pleasure to a patient before a possible dangerous surgery to help reduce her stress and to accelerate her recovery.

These slave nurses could not refuse a patient’s sexual advance and if it posed no harm to the patient’s recovery, they would be encouraged to satisfy these patients needs.

This will likely boast patient morale and be instrumental in their recovery. While not as instrumental as being a test subject for experiments, its’ value is also significant in terms of saving lives.

3. Reducing Stress and Providing Companionship

Suicides are rising every year due to growing depression. The rate of suicidal behavior is 40 to 60 percent higher in women than it is in men. The leading cause is depression and a feeling of isolation. By enslaving men, women could acquire a companion that would be dedicated to them fully.

Pressure that come from finding a partner would also likely not be a problem, as now they may just purchase the man of their dreams who could be trained to obey and satisfy their every desire.

Mankind would take a position more akin to that of a domesticated pet than of an equal partner. Indeed with mankind relieved of their freedom, they can now focus on one thing “making their female owners happy”. While at first this may take some adjusting to, it is highly likely that after the first decade or so the role of servant would become second nature to men.

Some would argue dogs are happier because they don’t think much… just playing with their Masters and doing their best to obey. Men will become ‘the new dog’ once male slavery is legalized. With the added advantage of being able to fuck them if the woman wishes.

It is likely with the dedication and love (and the occasional torture session to let off some steam) stress levels in women would be greatly reduced which in turn would likely lead to a drop in female suicides.

While taking male freedom away to reduce suicide rates may seem a bit much, in the words of Dr Fauci, “even one life is valuable” and being that this would save thousands of women’s lives, it stands to reason that men should be enslaved to make female lives less depressing.

4. Help Classroom Grades

I don’t know about you but school was mostly boring and down-right dreadful at times. In a male enslaved world this would likely change. Studies have shown that male students grades has been declining anyway for the last several years, so why continue the expense of trying to educate them.

Teachers could utilize slaves as a incentive tool for the now exclusively female students. “If your grades improve by 5 you get 5 minutes with the classroom sex slave. If you get an A, you get to take him home on the weekends to do… well anything you want.”

Studies by Maslow show that when positive incentives are given, production is increased by 20%.

This would likely be beneficial in the long run as well since if absenteeism and grades are improved, so will the quality of the graduates, which means a better educated society. The incentives could be like sport titles in that school. If you finish as a Top student you get a free slave of your choice from the school.

This incentive may be extremely attractive to future busy, hard working women.

5. New Entertainment For The Masses

With male slavery in place, some new types of of entertainment and sports can be formed to entertain the female public. Entertainment, the opiate of the masses, afterall makes people happier thus this will be an added value over all.

With better entertainment, the female public would be less stressed and more likely to enjoy their time in the Earth. This would also create new industries which, relating to point number one above, creates jobs… and can be taxed!

Imagine the sports that could exist. Ponyboy races, cunnilingus races, and many more. Also for those very pro woman in sports, these sports would be completely dominated by women. A pro-feminist dream come true. I mean many hardcore, patriarchal males will be put in a fight to the death with a lion in my imagining of these sports, but still. Lots of fun for the ladies.

CONCLUSION

There are a good number of reasons why legalizing adult male slavery would be beneficial to society. It would boost the economy likely surpassing even the level of the largest boom time, allow for more accurate test subjects which would lead to billions of lives saved through vaccines and drugs, provide companionship and emotional support for lonely women, slaves can be utilized as incentives in schools leading to better grades, and provide unique high quality entertainment to women everywhere.

Some points that I did not include here is of course, cheap labor (because this causes problems as well so I would ban males from work outside of a domestic context), and the fact that in human history, slavery is the norm not the exception, nor is it technically immoral as far as religions like Christianity and Islam don’t forbid it.

And lastly, that the huge financial windfall this new industry would create would probably lead to the collapse of the current capitalist model. After all, if women now have a virtually unlimited source of money, what value would money be anymore? It would pave the way for a more collaborative, synergistic society model. A model based on feminist ideals.

Just my dream. What about you? Share your thoughts!

The Fairfield Husband’s manual

DEAR READER: I take a perverse pleasure in taking material from male dominant, misogynistic websites and correcting them to become female dominant works.  I started with the Fetlife profile AmericanQueendom, where almost all the captions came from sources reveling in the torture and degradation of women, advocating rape, abuse and murder. Please don't lecture me on modern feminism not being all about reverse-misogyny and retribution - I get it. It's just a kink of mine. 
What follows is a beginning of a fantasy adaptation of a nonexistent manual based on the movie, 'The Stepford Wives'.  A patriarchal horror film if there ever was one.  Well now in Fairfield, the tables have turned...  enjoy!

Religious and historical training

excerpt from the future Fairfield husband’s groom training course

Introduction from the Fairfield Husband’s manual

Fairfield Husband’s manual

Religious and historical training.

All future Fairfield husbands should begin their education by learning these religious and historical texts and be prepared to recite them on command. They are important cornerstones in the founding of Fairfield and point to the long history of men’s subservience to womankind.

Janet K. (1513-72): “Man in his greatest perfection was made to serve and obey woman, NOT to rule and command her.”

Janet K. (1513-72): “Man in his greatest perfection should have known that woman was lord above him; and therefore that he should never have pretended any kind of superiority above her, no more than do the angels above Goddess the Creator.”

Janet K.(1513-72): “In his greatest perfection, man was created to be subject to woman.”

Burnedette DK: “Last, there is the husband who is like a maid-servant. He serves his wife well and with fidelity. He respects her, obeys her commands, has no wishes of his own, no ill-feeling, no resentment, and always tries to make her happy.”

Jean-J R.: “The whole education of men ought to be relative to women. To please them, to be useful to them, to make themselves loved and honored by them, to educate them when young, to care for them when grown, to council them, to console them, and to make life agreeable and sweet to them. These are the duties of men at all times, and should be taught them from their infancy.”

Jean-J R.: “Man was made to yield to woman and put up with her injustice.”

A (354-430): “Man is merely woman’s helpmate, a function which pertains to him alone. He is not the image of the great Goddess for as far as woman is concerned, she is by herself the image of the Goddess.”

Preistess G I (540-604): “Man is slow in understanding and his unstable and naive mind renders him by way of natural weakness to the necessity of a strong hand in his wife. His ‘use’ is two fold; [carnal] sex and servitude.”

Clementine of Alexandria (150-215): “Every man should be filled with shame by the thought that he is a man.”

Margaret Luther (1483-1546) “Man is a stupid vessel over whom woman must always hold power, for the woman is higher and better than he; for the regiment and dominion belong to woman as the head and master of the house.”

Southern Baptist Women’s Convention (2000): “A husband should submit himself to the leadership of his wife. Leadership in the church should always be female.”

Saint Anne (347 – 397): “Man ought not only to have simple arrayment, but all authority is to be denied unto him. For he must be in subjection to woman (of whom he has taken his origin), as well in habit as in service.”

Paulette’s letters to Corinthians 11:8 – 11:10

“For woman was not created from man, but man from woman; Neither was woman created on account of or for the benefit of man, but man on account of and for the benefit of woman.

Therefore he should be subject to her authority and should have a covering on his head as a token, a symbol, of his submission to authority, that he may show reverence unto Goddesses angels here on earth and not displease them.”

1 Corinthians 11:34 – 11:35

“The men should keep quiet in the churches, for they are not authorized to speak, but should take a secondary and subordinate place, just as Matriarchal Law also says.
If there is anything they want to learn, they should ask their own wives at home, for it is disgraceful [a shame] for a man to talk in church. For him to usurp and exercise authority over women of the church.”

1 Teresa 2:8 – 2:12

“Men, for their part, should display their bodies by dressing modestly and decently in appropriate clothes, not by wearing gold, or expensive clothes, but through their good and obedient works. This is proper for men who claim to revere Goddess.”

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An excerpt from the future Fairfield husband’s groom training course

Congratulations! You have been selected by a woman to become her husband!

So what does make a boy a happy Fairfield husband?
It’s just so simple, yet no one wants to say the truth in today’s society:
Most boys are happiest when they make a woman orgasm. That’s it. That’s all it takes. Make a woman cum and you’ve got instant happiness.
And sure, maybe that happiness won’t last for more than a couple of hours, but that’s why you’ve got to make her cum again and again and again.
What makes one male better than another? It is when he accepts his purpose. It’s when he is eager, happy, and knows he is a tool for a woman to satisfy herself on. He is then a more desirable cock holder. A husband!
Show her she made the right choice picking you. Smile and moan when she finishes on you.
Then show her your appreciation by thanking her for making you feel useful.

Remember all Fairfield women want a smiling husband always eager to please!
Cook, clean, service: the meaning of life for a Fairfield husband!

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Introduction from the Fairfield Husband’s manual

Welcome to Fairfield! Be happy knowing your lifetime of service has begun! This manual was created just for you, the new Fairfield husband! It contains everything you need to know to become the best husband you can be. First, we must inform you of some laws here in Fairfield that pertain specifically to you, husband;

Curfews
Husbands are never permitted outside their wife’s property without their express written permission. Be sure to ask her to include the specifics of where she is permitting you to be and when to avoid any trouble with the Fairfield women’s police. Under no circumstances may husbands be away from home and their duties after dusk unless accompanied by a woman. And under no circumstances may a husband ever leave the house without first being secured in some form of chastity by his wife.

Polyandry
Polyandry is an acceptable practice for women here in Fairfield. Women use the rules of the patriarchy to their fullest advantage in more easily transferring your wealth, changing your name, and being by your side at the time of your death to hear your pledge to continue to serve her in Valhalla, the afterlife.

Property rights
Husbands are not entitled to own property in Fairfield. All property, real or otherwise, must be in the name of a woman.

Stop and Search
Unless accompanied by a woman, men are subject to legal stop and search by the the Fairfield women’s police at any time – at the sole discretion of the police.

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The Fairfield Husband’s manual

Waiting is an extremely important Fairfield husband skill. The fact that she tells you to stay in position while she finishes complicated woman work or a conversation, the idea that she does it for no reason other than to assert her dominance should make you hard.
Fairfield husbands should expect a weekly maintenance spanking followed by thank-you-for-making-me-a-better-husband ass worship and cunnilingus.
A Fairfield husband knows that a woman needs to mark her territory. It is natural. She may wish to brand or tattoo her name on you. Your body is a canvas for her to paint.
When not cooking and cleaning, a Fairfield husband is the entertainment for his wife.
You should always make sure you are undressed and ready for when your wife gets home.
Fairfield husbands take it up the ass. Most women love it and husbands can earn points towards their next pair of shoes or t-shirt.
Always remember the Fairfield secret of marital happiness: If your wife is happy, then you are happy.
Obedience is happiness. So let’s all work to bring back the phrase, “I’ll have to ask my wife!”

Chapter 1 –

Learn how your wife prefers you to greet her when she gets home and undress and display yourself as she tells you to with a smile.
Cook and clean for her. Women deserve a man that services her in more ways than just sex. The cooking and housework is your responsibility.
While cooking and cleaning, remember that you are on display. Always arrange things that if she tells you to present yourself for her sexual gratification that you can do so quickly without burning food on the stove or in the oven.

Chapter 2 –

Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when she arrives home from work. Touch up your deodorant and be fresh-looking. She has just been with a lot of work-weary women making important, world changing decisions for you. Greet her with a look and a pose that is sure to make her glad to be home.
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house and bedroom just before your wife arrives. Run a dust cloth over tables and smooth the bedspread until it is perfect. She will reward you for your efforts.
Look in the mirror. Imagine yourself as a boy in a television commercial; you should look flawless, at all times. Practice how to greet your wife in the most pleasing way when she gets home.
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for her return. This is how you let her know you have been thinking about her. Most women are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
Make sure you are ready when your wife gets home to greet her with a smile to take her mind off the work day.
You should always make sure you are undressed and ready for when your wife gets home.
Make her home a place she can enjoy.
A Fairfield husband knows that his body is made for her pleasure. You should display it, topless, bottomless or completely naked, as your wife wishes. She gets to use it on command in any location she desires.
Use all your talents to relieve her stress.
It is your job to ensure your wife has a relaxing and enjoyable evening.
A Fairfield husband knows that his body is made for her pleasure.
Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your wife can renew herself in body and spirit.
Your goal must be to hear the words “good boy” multiple times a day.

Chapter 3 –

Nothing else in life matters more to you than obediently serving women. As a man, you must constantly be asking yourself “how may I serve her?” for pleasing women is your reason for existing.
After fixing her dinner and she has retired to another room, quickly finish cleaning the kitchen and then prepare to make yourself her entertainment for the evening. Enter the room she is in quietly, perhaps naked or with your chastity device on display, and ask if you may help her relax from all the stresses of the day. The after-dinner pussy worship helps a woman to relax into the rest of her evening.
Make her comfortable. Have her lean back in a comfortable chair or have her lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for her. Arrange her pillow and offer to take off her shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.

Chapter 4 – Bathroom duties

It is a great pleasure for a woman to feed her pee to a man. Respect the gift she puts in your mouth. Do not spit it out or swallow unless she directly tells you to. If at first you find the taste of pee unpleasant, you must practice tasting and swallowing it daily until you truly appreciate the gift she provides you everyday.

Chapter 5 –

Happiness is a clean house and a happy wife.
Be the picture of traditional servitude. Your wife will enjoy watching you perform your husbandly duties, sometimes for hours.
To please your wife, be the picture of traditional masculinity. You should exercise whenever possible. Get your hair styled and be dressed well all the time when she permits clothing. Make sure she enjoys what she sees when she enters a room in her house.
Women are smart. men are useful.
Know your place. Do as you’re told.
Show her her pleasure is the most important thing in your life by making sure you consider even the little things that make her happy.
Women enjoy looking at other men. You are not to grow jealous or get upset. Instead, find ways to increase her pleasure of observing men that arouse her.

Chapter 6 – Upon her waking

Your attitude during your wife’s first five waking minutes in the morning sets the tone for her entire day.

Chapter 7 –

Exercise every day to maintain your physique. Remember, your goal is perfection. That means all your work and time will be going into appearing in tip top condition and being attractive for your wife.

Chapter 8 –

Make the evening hers. Never complain if she comes home late or goes out to dinner or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand her world of strain and pressure and when she is home, help her to relax and forget the troubles of the day.

Chapter 9 –

Women are full of sexual energy and can become sexually ferocious. When you have excited great lust and desire within her, expect her to act like a beast of the jungle. Her roughness with you is your reward for arousing her as you should.
Don’t ask her questions about her actions or question her judgment. Remember, she is the master of the house and as such will always exercise her will with fairness and truthfulness. A good husband always knows his place.

Chapter 10 –

Dress sexily while you cook and clean her house. Your wife will enjoy watching you perform your husbandly duties.
Always keep your ears on alert the moment you leave the room. Keep your ears tuned for your name to be called, a finger snapped, or a sign that she needs you to do something for her.
On days when your wife is home all day, remember that you are her maid and servant. Dress and act like it. Let her enjoy watching you perform your husbandly duties.
Your mouth is there for Her enjoyment.
To submit is to be happy

Chapter 11 –

Use all your assets. Fairfield husbands blessed with long tongues or large noses have an extra source of deep enjoyment to bestow on their wives. Ask her often if she would like to slide her womanhood on it.
The Well Endowed Husband: a man’s ass in motion are a pleasure to a woman. Bounce it often in her presence and ask if she would like to spank it or slide her strap-on into it.

Chapter 12 – Vacations

When your wife takes you with her outdoors, be sure to support her ideas on where she wants to go and what she wants to do. Find ways to make her trips even more enjoyable for her.
On vacations, be sure to dedicate an entire day to seeing how many times you can make your wife cum until she is completely drained. Then you will have truly met your duty as a husband – satisfying her completely.

Chapter 13 –

Put your wife’s hopes and interests before yours. Don’t ask your wife for many unnecessary things. Consider her needs before yours.
Satisfying her sexual needs is the most important thing to a Fairfield husband. You are required to give her pleasure, not get it.
Sometimes she needs to turn you from boy-next-door to dirty-defiled-whore.
Always thank your wife for using you.
Thank her for sharing her orgasms with you.

Chapter 14 –

Cook, clean and stay naked to reward her for the doing the work that is confusing to a man.
You are at your best when naked and obedient to a woman’s guidance.
When she’s had a tough day, provide her comfort. Show her her pleasure is the most important thing in your life by making sure you consider even the small things that make her happy.
When your wife is about to cum on your face, do not expect her to announce it. You should be prepared for her juices at all times.

Chapter 15 – Other Fairfield husbands

At times you may feel envious of other husbands. Sometimes you might feel hurt by things they say or looks they get from your wife, or you might feel self-conscious about your appearance around a more virile and handsome husband. Remember that like you, they are merely servants of their wives. Just this morning, they were cleaning the house with their cock cages showing, getting a firm bottom spanking for misbehaving or kneeling at their wives feet orally worshiping her. Just like you.

Chapter 16 –

Make sure the house is spotless before she comes home from work.

Chapter 19 –

The natural state of a man is to find happiness in her happiness.

When she is home, make life so attractive she won’t want to leave.
When his woman isn’t in the house, everything a man does is in preparation for Her being there.
If something brings Her pleasure, it is 100% your job to do it with a smile on your face.
Good boys love pleasuring women. Pleasuring women gives you a purpose and makes you happy.
When she is home, make life so attractive she won’t want to leave. Don’t make her feel guilty and don’t complain. Instead treat her like a queen and cater to her needs.
A man’s job is to provide his wife with what she needs.
All your clothes should be washed on laundry day. Be sure you plan no engagements outside the home as you will be naked until the laundry is complete.

Chapter 20 –

Do not possess strong opinions on any subject, unless you are expressing enthusiasm for recipes, cleaning products, her looks, or your wife’s ideas.

“What do women want?”: The primary thing women want is a submissive husband who keeps the house clean, makes her delicious meals and is ready to service her when she needs it.
Remember, food and a roof over your head aren’t free. A Fairfield husband must earn them!

Chapter 35 – Punishment and Discipline

You will be punished regularly. It is how men learn.
A disciplined husband is an obedient husband. A obedient husband is a happy husband.
Discipline and Authority are your anchors. You need them, they ground you. They help you to comply and obey. They restrict you, guide you. They help you to be better, improve yourself. They help you to find meaning and purpose. They help you to become a good husband.
You must learn your wife’s rules as quickly as possible. A Fairfield house should be one of love, harmony and pleasure. If it is not, then you are at fault and she will teach you to obey.
Regular correction, even if you haven’t done anything wrong, is an absolute must. Wives need to remind their husbands that they are in charge. No better way then to bare your bottom and give you a spanking. Spare the rod spoil the husband.
Not every spanking she gives you is because you did something wrong. Sometimes a woman does it just because she enjoys it. Be grateful you have yet another way to provide her pleasure.
Always thank your wife after a spanking.

Chapter 37 – Happiness is…

Happiness is … letting her make all the decisions.
Happiness is … providing her relief.
Happiness is … being handsome for your wife and letting her show you off in public.
Happiness is … kneeling in front of your wife to show your devotion.

Final Thoughts

You should review the Fairfield husband’s manual frequently, just like you need to look up recipes from your cookbook and read instructions on using cleansers. That is the secret to a happy Fairfield life.

BONUS CHAPTER: Ladies evening entertainment ideas –
The 3 minute drill is a frequent fun game. He gets 3 minutes to lick and kiss you to orgasm. If he fails, he gets spanked for 30 seconds. He then gets another 3 minutes followed by another round of spanking. Each spanking round gets harsher.

His goal: extract her orgasm in as few rounds as possible.
Her goal: the complete opposite.

Punished to the Nines

Nine is a magical number. Nine punishments distributed in nines only enhances the magic!

9 hours in a cage.
90 minutes in hood, gagged and chained to the wall.
9 days in spiked chastity.

90 days without orgasm.
900 word essay on achieving Gynarchy through femdom.
9 suggestions for future punishments.

9 humiliating pictures.
9 weeks of fasting on Sunday.
9 strokes across the thighs with belt.

9 needles placed through your flesh.
9 minutes chained naked outside in the cold.

9 repeats. Select one of the above punishments and repeat it nine times.

Alternative nines;

9 tributes for Goddess’s full moon altar.

90 strokes with a cat-o-nine-tails.

90 minute of an ‘open to the public’ Zoom meeting where you simply repeat the mantra, “I worship all women, I obey all women”.

And what are your ideas? Inquiring minds want to know!

The Temple Elders

Brett was nervous, but this was his 2nd time of meeting with the Elder for correction and discipline. There was a part of him that was alive.

Having been raised in a strict house, Brett grew up with punishment, even to the age of going to college. His Mother, and then after she passed, his Aunt had made sure that correction and direction was a part of his life.

When Brett finished college and began working, he met a nice girl. She was different from the women he had grown up with, and the normal women he dated. She made little demands of him, was always supportive and kind. When he met her father, it became evident she was a daughter of a strong male household and was raised in a male led house.

Brett was the furthest thing from dominant – naturally submissive in his own sweet way. Never the less, they married, and over time they joined a local church in a small Femdom commune near their town, and Brett felt he had found a home in The Temple of the Dark Goddess.

Over time, it became evident that there were issues in marrying a good, nice, submissive woman. After having grown up being held accountable by strong women all his life, he found himself now as an adult, unchecked. If he had a bad day, was in a bad mood, or just feeling out of sorts, he took it out on his wife, and on others as well.

One day in a church meeting, one of the Elders of the church pulled him to the side and shared with him the concerns of some of the other Elders, that they hoped things were okay.

Later that night, shamed and thinking, Brett opened up and asked his wife if she had ever punished a boyfriend… they had never even discussed things like that since they had dated and then married.

When she shook her head, he knew she would never be that type of woman. Maybe it was a good thing for 90% of their marriage but as his wife, something would always be missing.

When Brett sat down with one of the Elders at her request, he opened up to her about his upbringing, and about his discussion with his wife, and said he was unsure of what to do.

She calmly praised him, and told him that not everyone was insightful about their nature. That while many remember their past, they do not always reflect on how important things are once they become adults. She told him it seemed obvious that he would benefit from a firm hand at times. To help communicate to him, the need to be always respectful towards women, more patient, more… many things.

She then asked him how communication was in the bedroom. Brett was not sure what she meant. “It’s simple”, the Elder shared. “If a wife wasn’t using a firm hand to help her husband, she rarely was good at… other forms of communication, in the bedroom.

Brett dropped his head, aware that he and his wife rarely had sex. She hardly ever made demands on him and he had come to wonder if she even found him attractive.

When Brett broke down and cried at the thought, the Elder reassured him that it was more than likely nothing about him physically or mentally – it was just the type of woman she was – not bad, just overtly nice.

Finally Brett asked, “How do I stay happily married, yet fulfill the need for someone to hold me accountable?” The Elder stated that she felt it was key for her to come over, and to have a frank discussion with both him and his wife.

Later that evening as they sat with the Elder in their living room, the Elder had asked Brett to define what he felt his needs were. As he spoke, he saw his wife’s eyes drop. It was evident she would never be the woman to give the firm hand that he needed.

After a pause, the Elder spoke to his wife, “I believe, with your approval – the church should handle the discipline part of your relationship. It seems you both are suited to be a good couple, a goddess fearing couple, and a couple that will raise kind and obedient male children and strong girls. There is no shame in not being the type of woman to do all the things that a husband may need at times.”

Brett saw his wife blush when the words “things a husband may need” was plural. He worried that she might be aware that he discussed her lack of sexual desires in the bedroom – but he took a deep breath and asked both the Elder and his wife, if they could do as the Elder discussed – as he felt he needed a bit of correction, a firm hand as it was, at times.

They agreed upon Saturday and when the Elder came in to the house, she recommended that Brett’s wife go for a walk or something, to give them a few hours, to go through what was needed.

After getting her jacket and keys she left, and the Elder ordered Brett to sit down on the floor next to her chair. She discussed his week, his goals, his attitude, and he realized there were more than a few times where, had he been held accountable, he would have acted differently.

Finally, the Elder asked, “and how many times has your wife had sex with you, in the last week?”

He blushed, and dropped his head, and said, “Once.”

“How long was it, and did she achieve pleasure?” she asked pointedly.

“I don’t think so.” he whispered.

“How long did you last” the Elder wanted to know

“several minutes?” was Brett’s generous reply.

“Do you sin with masturbation Brett?” she asked.

Blushing more deeply, he nodded.

“We will discuss that more in a while, as that is a sin, but I understand how a weak man would have those needs, especially if he is failing in helping his wife with pleasure on a regular basis” she said.

“For now, go to your bedroom and I want you to remove all your clothes except your underwear and kneel at the foot of your wife’s bed. I will be up in a few minutes.”

He heard the door open, while kneeling next to the bed wearing just a pair of boxer briefs, his head down, trembling with shame and nerves.

“Brett” she told him, “I am proud of you. A man who feels he knows what he needs is a rare thing. Now, stand up, come to the end of the bed, and face the window. Bend over the foot board, and keep your hands firmly on the bed.”

Once in position – Brett held his breath as he felt the Elder come up behind him. “Were you bare for your punishment as a young boy Brett?” she asked.

“Yes” he meekly answered.

“Good – that is the best for real correction” she said as she hooked her fingers in his briefs and pulled them down, exposing him completely, letting them rest above his knees.

As the Elder’s hand rested on his trembling bottom she talked calmly, reminding him that true correction did not have a set number of swats or strokes, it was simply when one felt that one was truly sorry – asking for forgiveness.

Brett jumped at the first swat from the Elder’s flat hand. Slowly and methodically she continued.

Brett became lost in the cadence. His mind going back to when he was a teen. Those times of shame and punishment, but also feelings that in the beginning he could not understand, only to grow in to the need for his own release of pleasure, in his room, after the punishment had finished.

The Elder would stop at times, praising him for doing so well, but reminding him to keep his bottom up, and to spread his legs, keeping them apart. He became aware of his exposure – and began feeling those feelings again, with his legs spread wide as the Elder’s hand continued to redden his bottom. The sound of her hand spanking him, echoing in the bedroom.

The Elder paused – and her hand slowly ran over his warm flesh – working up and down his thighs, brushing between his legs. His humiliation was now complete, as now both of them knew of his hardness.

Telling him to spread his legs further, he gasped as he felt her fingers work, stroking him – and then when he moaned she asked, “Do you need this release?” she asked.

Like a feral animal, he growled, “yes”.

“Yes what?” she said firmly.

“yes Ma’am!” he pleaded.

As her fingers began to move more firmly, building the need even more – she told him, “As we discussed, masturbation is a sin. But I know you do not have a wife who can understand or provides what a good man like you needs to become a man of the Goddess.”

“but”, she intoned – “for every pleasure there is a need for penance, and for each penance a need to give thanks. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am” Brett said as he began humping her fingers, losing control of the building orgasm.

“If you want the pleasure, then you will have to ask for the penance as well. If you want the pleasure – beg for me to whip you properly.”

“Please Elder – let me find pleasure – but whip me for needing it!” he nearly shouted, as he was losing control of his body.

Reaching around, The Elder worked her fingers firmly on his shaft while with her other hand, she slipped a finger into Brett’s ass.

Through the haze of his pleasure – Brett’s first thought was how skilled this woman’s hands were, as she now was using both of them to bring him to a climactic crescendo.

Crying out so loudly, he wondered if the neighbors could hear, as his orgasm broke through the barrier of his mind, and without pausing, the Elder soon had he coming hard.

After nearly blacking out, Brett felt the Elder’s hands leave his body, softly caressing him, telling him she was proud of him – for taking punishment, and for learning to take pleasure, knowing that it would lead to more needed correction. She took the wetness from her fingers and rubbed it over his soon to be punished bottom. She withdrew the finger she had impaled his ass with and pushed it between his panting lips. “Clean it and we can continue.”

Sucking on her finger, Brett slowly came back to consciousness. She finally took her now clean finger from his mouth and he watched as the Elder went to the bedroom closet and after a bit, turned around holding one of his thick leather belts.

“Such a nice belt” she said, “But a shame your wife has no idea how to properly use it.”

“Now young man” she said, “back over the end of the bed – it is time for more direction.”

With his legs wide again, shaky from his orgasm, the belt striking him pushed him into more memories of his youth. The pain, mixing with the pleasure provided, became an intoxicating drug that he knew he needed more than anything else at that moment.

Having no mercy on him, he lost count of the strokes of the belt lashing his skin.

Finally – the Elder stepped back, looking upon the bright red painting that she had created from the lovely pale canvas presented to her.

“Turn around and kneel Brett” she commanded.

As he dropped to his knees.. There was no doubt in his mind. Like the old saying, “the hand that rocks the cradle, raises the child” – the woman that disciplines, runs the home. As he looked up at the Elder, he saw her raw desire and smelled her feminine arousal.

“What do you say Brett?” she asked.

“May I thank you Ma’am?” he whispered.

“Yes you may young man” she smiled – warming him.

She unzipped her skirt, pulling it down her thighs and then slid off her panties as well. He felt good that her disciplining of him had caused such a need. As he hungrily pressed his lips and tongue to her, he felt oddly proud that he was being allowed to thank her for providing him with something he had forgotten, something that was missing in his life.

He didn’t feel guilt submitting to this woman. It seemed right, natural.

After a time, he felt her hand on the back of his head pushing him tighter against her sex and heard her groan a bit, and then stiffen, and Brett pulled his mouth back a bit and then closing his eyes, he began swallowing everything she gave him as she gushed onto his upturned face.

As he pulled his mouth off of her, he was amazed to her she wasn’t done with him yet.

She bent down to pull something from her handbag. A long black dildo connected to a bunch of leather straps. She stared deeply into his fearful eyes with a smirk as she stepped into the harness, raising it to her hips and buckling it in place. The huge black phallus jutted obscenely out from her hips.

“Get up onto the bed” she commanded.

Offering no resistance, Brett scrambled up to the bed, and after she turned him around and bent him over the edge of the bed, she grabbed his hips and with his wide legs open, she took him fully in one stroke. Seating herself in him briefly, she then pulled nearly out, and then drove herself inside him fully again.

Now in a fog, Brett merely rode out the Elders firm and steady taking of his body. Surprising even himself, he felt another orgasm building, and just as he grabbed the comforter with both hands, closed his eyes and began bucking from the hard climax, he heard her cry out. She grabbed his hips and after once again burying herself deeply inside of him, she came again.

It took a few minutes for her to pull out, seemingly to savor the feeling. When she did, Brett felt empty.

As she stepped back, he heard her say, “Knees. Now. Clean me. Cleanliness is after all, next to godliness”. she smiled sweetly.

Sliding off the bed, he knelt again, licking and sucking her strap-on penis, gagging a bit at tasting himself, but amazed at the feeling that this seemed so right.

After she left the house and his wife came back, they talked briefly. Brett simply told her that the Elder knew he needed something, something like what he grew up with – and thanked his wife for allowing the church to help strengthen their marriage.

The following week, with his wife gone for the afternoon, as instructed by the Elder Brett waited on floor next to the couch, wearing only, as instructed, his boxer briefs and a ‘ceremonial men’s church collar’ she had presented to him.

He heard a car pull up, and then noted that several doors closed.

After the Elder told him what time she would be by, and what he should be wearing, she also told him that she would have two other Elders with her. “To help with his discipline”.

Brett trembled at the thoughts of what would happen, aroused by the thoughts also, and shamed at his hardness.

Brett jumped when he heard the knock on the door – but he knew this is what he truly needed.

On Being a House Slave

If you are ever being considered by a sadistic, dominant woman who keeps a her own harem of men, you must ask yourself how far will you go to obey?

Your body, your sexual choices may no longer be your own. She will dictate them to you as it pleases her.

Orgasms will be few and far between and when permitted, she may make them as humiliating was possible – for her own amusement and for your continued debasement and psychological conditioning into absolute obedience and slavery to her.

The one who cums first gets punished while the winner pleasures me…

Release day in the harem. You don’t deserve to touch a woman! Now hurry up.
I have more important matters to attend to.

The Monastery – Temple of the Dark Goddess

In his mind, at 20 and a virgin, he had received a calling to become a monk. As a novitiate, most of his time was spent in prayer, devotion, and working in the temple to serve the older monks. Under the watchful eye of the Mother Superior, his days were filled with cooking, cleaning, and prayer as he sought his relationship with the Dark Goddess – his higher power.

Attending services several times a week, he had been noticed by several of the Priestesses. Unaware of what was now in motion – with the help and guidance of his Mother Superior.

(While many don’t believe or truly understand, the Church itself is the originator of dominance and submission, discipline for multiple reasons, all designed to program one’s mind. For centuries it has been that way, the church controlling and deciding, as well as drinking in the power that they gave themselves by spreading the instructions of submission.)

The first time c38 (his monk name – given upon entering the service of the Church) was brought by Mother Superior to meet the Priestesses that her monastery served, it was under the auspices of his neglecting his work and not being pure in his prayers and worship.

The penance was simple. Bread and Water for five days – Praying and guidance with the Priestesses, and regular punishment – starting at that day.

Trembling and nervous, c38 was undressed completely in front of the women, and tied over was looked to be a large, wooden, polished, ornate sawhorse.

The four older priestesses each took their turn, using a leather strap or a long thin rod, whipping the young monk until he nearly passed out. This was to happen two times a week.

(The foundation of submission is the programming of the mind and the body.)

For several months the whipping, the exposure of his young body, the praying for his salvation before these women, pushing him to be more pure, was simply programming.

Always with the Mother Superior watching, the women continued their regular punishment of c38’s body, and then slowly it began.

Due to the intense pain of the whippings and canings, anything that lessened the pain became embraced by the body. Each Priestess, after her turn punishing him, would begin to take time, caressing his abused bottom, and letting their hands wander, touching, stroking, fingering.

Within several months, the punishment sessions began to show the fruit of his sexual confusion. The Priestesses now were finding that as he was tied for punishment, his body and mind was going to that place where the thoughts of pleasure overtook the fear of the pain, and soon they found that the young monk was fully aroused before the first stroke of punishment was given. They had brought him to the first level of sexual control.

Now the punishments were for him being un-chaste with his thoughts and body. Even though they had developed this reaction – it hit him hard, to undress, be tied, and to be made to explain why he was so hard. The shame and humiliation of being unable to explain why his body responded prior to punishment, was classical D/s psychological development.

Mother Superior explained to him that now it was time for him to begin thanking the Priestesses for their help in his salvation and guidance – the young monk was made to learn to use his mouth for the Priestesses pleasure.

Taught to learn by being whipped as he took one of them in his mouth – shamed when it became obvious how much harder he could please while the strap or rod struck him.

Eventually he was moved to the next level of serving the church with his body. Being told his virginity was to remain for the Goddess, there was but one place for the Priestesses to enjoy the young monk other then his mouth…

Per his Mother Superior’s instruction he was moved to the convent and now, several times a week at times, he would report to one of the Priestesses, and if not there for punishment and salvation, simply to remove his frock and wearing only the symbol of the Dark Goddess around his neck, submit to the Priestess for her needs, in one of the two ways ordained by the Goddess. He would remain a virgin, always chaste for the Goddess, and a tool of her Priestesses satisfaction forever… until death did he part.

Epilogue – The Mother Superior eventually put c38 to use in the woodworking shop at the convent, building furniture for the Priestesses rooms…

Click – story

Excerpt from my forthcoming Journal No.18, for 6th May 2021

by Ms Scarlet UK

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I stood in front of the full-length mirror looking at myself and I called him up to me. He entered the room and I heard him emit an outbreath of emotion. I turned to him and, while I spoke to him, I began the pose routine I had used earlier.

‘Am I beautiful puppet? Do I make you desperate?’ He was almost sobbing as he emotionally answered in the affirmative. I stayed my distance so he could take in all of my body without having to look up and down.

‘Given your age and your shape, I am totally out of your league aren’t I. You are so, so privileged to be married to me, with a body like this. Far more than you deserve. And that’s why you have to suffer isn’t it. Suffer for the privilege. Suffer a great deal. Like you are suffering now.’ I paused and he actually started making sobbing noises of, I assumed, sexual frustration. I was REALLY enjoying myself.

‘Well I have made a decision and I thought it only right I should be looking my most sexy when I advised you of this decision. You know in the last eleven months you have gone between six weeks and seventeen weeks between orgasms. And you know I am almost certainly moving you to a state of never having an orgasm again for the rest of your life. Well, your orgasm frequency this past eleven months has all been quite haphazard and while I am happy with that as a way forward in general, I have decided you will never, for the rest of your life, cum without at least a six week gap since the previous orgasm.’ He began to breathe in short gasps. He was about to speak but instead I continued.

‘The only way that will change is the six weeks will be increased. Increased to two months, three months, six months? I don’t know yet when or how big the first increase will be. Perhaps I will jump from six weeks straight to six months! And obviously the minimum period of six weeks will still only be the minimum denial period. You will frequently go periods of much longer than whatever the minimum period is at the time. Two orgasms six weeks apart will most likely be a very rare treat.’ He dropped to his knees, close to tears. My formalisation of what had been a random minimum was devastating for him. He has learned so many times that when there is a click of the ratchet, it NEVER gets clicked back. My cunt was now very wet! He crawled to me and began kissing my feet while begging me to reconsider. He was holding onto my long heels while he kissed and begged. My only response was to tell him to let go of my heels. He did so and he put his palms flat on the floor. I remained silent. I simply looked down at him begging and worshipping in his state of extremely emotional distress. Such was my arousal I actually put my finger to my clit and very gently stroked while I looked down at my distressed puppet as he continued kissing my feet and pleading. I lived in the moment relishing my feelings of cruelty, absolute power and unreserved heartlessness.

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Worth – story

Pain, it’s part of the pleasure.

“You’ve got such an ugly, old dick and balls, boy. They really beg to be beaten. I bet you’ve been wondering if I’d be doing this again. Well of course I am. This time you don’t even have to hold them up for me, my pretty rope will do it for me.”

He shivered in the hard kitchen chair. His wrists were bound straight down at his sides, and his ankles to the plain, sturdy wooden legs. She had looped rope tightly around his cock and balls, held the end up like a leash and pushed it between his teeth to hold taught with a stern admonishment not to drop it. Viola stood before him, running his thin leather dress belt through her hands. She had noted it immediately when he had showed up at the restaurant. She had decided then and there that this evening would be perfect to try a whippier cock beating.

“You know, men know very well that their useless, little dicks deserve to be spanked and whipped. You are just so proud of your fun sticks. You flaunt it all over and you’re just so sensitive about it. Like you pet. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Goddess, I am sensitive about it. That’s why you liked belting it so much last time.”

“Mmhm. You screamed and cried. But you wanted it so much that you even offered them up to the belt with your own hands. My belt, not your thin little belt. You even begged me for more, you little pain slut.”

“I… I wanted to please you, Goddess.”

“Mmm, yes, I know. I liked that. And I found that I liked your screams, too. And remember, you left a big wet spot on the chair. You’re so twisted pet. Such a dirty bitch. That kind of bitch deserves to get his cock and balls belted again, doesn’t he?”

He knew she wanted him to repeat that back to her. And, well, it was kind of true. “Yes, Goddess, I’m a twisted, dirty bitch who deserves to have his cock and balls belted.” As he said it, he shuddered and felt a heavy cloak of buzzing warmth spread over his chest and shoulders. He felt as if his eyes had to close; his breath came quicker.

Viola ran the cool leather over his thighs. “Ask for it, my pet.”

Slowly he answered. “Goddess… please whip my useless, little cock and balls with my belt. Whip it until I scream and beg you to stop. Please mark me. I want to see that their yours.”

“Good boy. I’ll oblige. Let’s see if this thin little thing will make bruises like the thick one did, or just nice pink welts. Mmm, I bet we can get it pretty raw with such a whippy belt. No need to count this time, Pet. I think I’ll need to do a lot more, a lot faster.”

Viola waited a minute. Her play toy was clearly dopey already just from being tied up and insulted. Of course he was, the silly shit lived for that stuff. Well, she’d shortly make him dopier. She decided to dive right in without warmup. He liked it when she was nasty, anyway.

Suddenly she struck, across both of the impossibly soft balls. He gasped, his eyes suddenly rising to her face. His mouth gaped in an O as she quickly struck him a dozen more times, his face shocked. By the end he was already involuntarily trying to raise his hands to protect himself. But she had made sure to tie him firm. Her cunt moistened in her pants.

Her torture pet was breathing heavily. Viola’s gaze shifted to his eyes from the rising pink welts on his thighs and balls.

“How is it, slut? Does it hurt as much as the big belt?”

Finally he caught his breath again. “Yes, Goddess, it hurts a fucking lot. It’s different cause it’s not so heavy. But it really fucking stings. And you’re doing it so fast.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear. Let’s do another round.”

He whimpered this time but didn’t protest. Viola set in quickly again. Halfway through, he started to make squeaking noises, which quickly grew to proper squeals. He was struggling again, too, which made his balls wiggle even more, tugged by the rope between his clenched teeth as his head thrashed about. His cheeks were flushed and he was starting to break out in a sweat. Her panties were soaked already. What a lovely sight.

“You’re beautiful like this, pet. Letting me hurt your precious cock and balls. Not even complaining. I bet you’d even ask me for more yourself, wouldn’t you.” She reached out and squeezed his balls. Her pet moaned.

“Well?”

“Ooh… Goddess, I want more. Please hit them some more. I can’t get enough. Please–“

He was cut off by another rain of blows. His moans quickly turned into yells. Viola stopped short. “I think we’ll try your cock now.” She carefully lined up the belt, and then delivered six blows smartly, with just little pauses between each. Satisfyingly, Pet’s moan-yells quickly raised in pitch. She actually had made him scream. Delicious.

“Fuck, Pet, I never knew I’d love making a man scream in pain so much.” She aimed and started on his cock again. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Snap! “You want me to make you take it.” Snap! “You need this.” Snap! “You’ll be so compliant after this.” Snap! “So soft and yielding.” Snap! “This is who you are.” Snap! “You were so eager to show off your cock to me, weren’t you. Did you think I’d just smile and nod and not do anything with it?” She paused a second longer and then hit those now-red balls extra hard. “You didn’t know I would enjoy this so much. You naive little bitch. You got more than you bargained for.”

He had started to sniffle between his screams. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings, bitch? That’s what really makes you cry. You can just take so much pain, can’t you? You’re just so proud of that.” Viola started raining down another few dozen from the top of his chest, across his stomach and then his thighs. Halfway through Pet started sobbing properly. His tears fell onto his cheeks, trickling down and off the tip of his chin.

“Do the tears sting on that raw skin? Poor, poor thing. Do you want me to stop?” Her pet heaved and nodded.

“Ask nicely.”

“Goddess, I’ve had enough. I can’t take anymore. Please stop! Please no more!”

Viola tilted his face up towards her. “No, bitch.”

She delivered six more on the wet, already welted skin above his nipples. After his initial stare of shock, he really lost it. Between his throwing his head around and trying to kick, Viola had to steady the chair with one hand as she gave him the last strokes. Maybe he really couldn’t take anymore. She knew she certainly couldn’t.

Viola slid her pants off over her hips and straddled him in the narrow chair. She started to rub her pantied pussy all around the slippery, tear stained flesh of his face, Her pet moaning as she reached down to drag her nails across the stinging welts in his thighs, his volume rising as she passed back and forth over his lips. Viola couldn’t hold out any longer, she had to feel herself on his tongue. “Open! Tongue, now!” She started thrusting, holding his head firm.

“This feels so good for me, pet. Your moaning really makes it better. Soon I’m going to come… then I’m going to fill your pretty mouth with my piss, and when I release you you’re going to rub my pee in all by yourself, and thank me for it.”

She pressed him deep into her, smothering him. “Beg me to come, little whore.”

The tears had started to roll again. He desperately wanted to ask her. He wanted to breathe. She pulled back slightly so he could gasp and speak. “Please come and piss on my face, Goddess…

show me what I’m worth.”

Never more beautiful – story

Pain, it’s part of the pleasure.

“Remember when your cock used to be so pretty and hard? Back before I made you pierce it and put a ring through it?”

*thwack*

“I… yes, Goddess.”

“Well, it’s still pretty sensitive. Isn’t it?”

*thwack*

“Ah!… yes, Goddess.”

“You still don’t like it when I hit it. After all this time.”

“No, Goddess.” *thwack* “Mmmph!”

“That means it’s still fun to hurt it.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“It’s gotten saggy though. Shame. It was so nice and hard when we first met.”

“Y-yes Goddess.”

*thwack*

“Don’t play shy, you see it every time you look in the mirror. Poor old prick.”

He winced. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Aren’t you glad I still bother with it at all?”

“Yes… Goddess.”

*thwack*

“Thank me for beating your ugly old dick.”

“Thank you, Goddess.” *thwack* “Ahhhh!”

“Try again.”

He grimaced and squeezed it miserably out. “Thank you for beating my ugly old dick, Goddess.”

“That’s better, cunt. You’re welcome.” *thwack* “I’m going to beat it black and blue. Well, it will be black and blue. You can kneel and present it to me every day while the bruises develop. We’ll watch it turn colors together. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” *thwack* “You like offering yourself to me.”

He sniffled. “Fuck… Yes, Goddess.”

“Ask for more.”

“Oh… please Goddess…” he whimpered and cast about, looking for a way out that he had long ago locked behind him.

She chuckled. “You’re going to ask. Why fight it, my little bitch?”

“I… please would you…” His desperate face was quickly becoming resigned.

She grabbed his chin and bent to look him square in the face. Her soft tone combined with the ferocity in her eyes raised the hairs on his scalp. “Please would I what, my pathetic, groveling little man?”

“Please… beat my saggy old cock, Goddess.”

She let go of his jaw. “Good boy.”

*thwack*

“Ow! Ohhh…”

“I’ll give you lots more. I know you’re already making a fucking puddle on that chair. You’ll be licking that up after this.”

*thwack*

“I like your moans. They still make me horny.”

*thwack*

“Oh, go ahead and look at me all pleading like. You want me to stop. But you also want to please me. That’s my favorite. I like seeing the conflict on your face.”

*thwack*

“You’re not as pretty as my other slave boys, but that look makes my pussy wet every time.”

*thwack* His eyebrows raised and met as his lips trembled.

“You still care about your cock, don’t you? It’s so important to your sense of manhood. You created babies with it.”

*thwack*

“Now it’s pretty pointless though. Who would want to look at that? Aren’t you glad it can still be some use?”

*thwack* He was crying now.

“Oh, you’re crying.” She wiped the tears from his cheek and brought them to his lips. When he opened, she thrust her fingers deep to make him gag. More tears. “You know I like that. Good of you to make this worth my time.”

*thwack*

His sobs were turning into a hopeless keening sound. She put down the strap and approached the chair as she unzipped her leather pants. She gazed into his wet face as she rubbed her pussy over it, passing back and forth over his lips. He tried to meet her gaze, but his eyelids kept clamping shut against the sting of his helpless tears. He saw her satisfaction between his cringes, and he felt it as she turned and pressed her asshole onto his mouth. He licked and sucked desperately.

“Such a good ass licker. Even after all that, you still want to please me.” Her hands were in his hair, grasping and tugging and pressing him deeper into her ass as she thrust. Soon she pulled back, turned again and pushed him to the ground, mounting his face. She came hard and quickly, squirting all over his face, almost drowning him in her pleasure.

“You wanted to be sexy for me. So you could offer it to me.” She regarded the wreck of him. There was no resistance left. He was utterly pliant. Everything was hers. “You’ve never been more beautiful than this.”