Total devotion

He is my husband but in name only. His position is much more wifely in the old sense of that term. He does what he is told. He is sexually compliant and rarely allowed to enjoy his own pleasure. He is subject to very strict discipline and is whipped for disobedience, talking back, or even taking a disrespectful tone. Most of all, in our marriage, he is the junior, subservient partner.

I am the Head of our Household and elliot obeys me without demur. Because that is who he is. Of course I remind him of his place from time to time but it is actually unnecessary; elliot is at his most alpha accepting his corrections and pleasuring me without any expectation of reward.

He is my husband but in name only. His position is much more wifely in the old sense of that term. He does what he is told. He is sexually compliant and rarely allowed to enjoy his own pleasure. He is subject to very strict discipline and is whipped for disobedience, talking back, or even taking a disrespectful tone. Most of all, in our marriage, he is the junior, subservient partner.

I am the Head of our Household and elliot obeys me without demur. Because that is who he is. Of course I remind him of his place from time to time but it is actually unnecessary; elliot is at his most alpha accepting his corrections and pleasuring me without any expectation of reward.

Then she projected that pattern and its results on letting John orgasm every month and found that for every year, they (and especially she) would lose that special devotion generated by male chastity for three to four months. She considered that loss much to high to permit if she didn’t have to, and she didn’t have to. John seemed perfectly content with the less frequent orgasms as long as there were frequent periods of sexual play, touching and teasing – even if it was just for Sarah’s benefit.

Figuring that if she allowed him to orgasm every month, then in a year she would be about 120 days or fully one third of the year in which she would not enjoy the special attention and devotion that she receives the rest of the time. This loss was too high of a price to pay for giving him the pleasure of monthly orgasms and instead she went to once every three or four months, extending that recently to seven months and seriously contemplating a year or more. Significantly, she noted that she had the absolute right in their arrangement to do this and her husband would obey.

Cunnilingus is an important part of  Wife Led Marriage. I prefer to receive cunnilingus as a ritual because it is more spiritual and meaningful, not just sensual. Cunnilingus is the most intimate of sexual acts and WLM give a it a powerful erotic charge.

The worship of the wife, pussy worship, is not limited by time. Tantric cunnilingus can last as long as the wife wants, even hours. Everything happens slowly without haste. The husband begins by peering at his wife’s pussy .  He smells her pussy , inhales a few deep breaths, holds them for a few seconds, and exhales. He tastes her pussy slowly, gently.

Cunnilingus should be frequent, at least once or more a day. The longer your husband’s denial cycle, the greater will be his enjoyment of the ritual and the more enthusiastic he will be in performing it.

In wife led marriage, a wife must demolish her husband’s fascination with his own penis, which is boyish and egoistic. The greater a husband’s sexual energy, the greater his desire for pussy worship. Orgasm denial provides a lot of energy and pussy worship further increases this energy.
Pussy worship increases both the wife’s and her husband’s sexual energy. Each worship has a spiritual charge and energy. It is natural that the husband adore his wife. It creates harmony in their marriage.

Every pussy and every woman are unique. Every woman through the pussy worship should change her husband and adapt it to her needs.

A wife does not need to abstain from sex nor should she feel obliged to allow her husband to orgasm. A wife should initiate sex as many times as she wants, and have as many orgasms as she wants. Her husband has a deeply rooted unconscious need to fully satisfy his wife.

I was not aware, when I began, how much pussy worship and other aspects of a wife led marriage would develop my femininity. My libido has been greatly strengthened, my orgasms are much stronger and fuller. It has really surprised me. I was surprised too by how much my husband enjoys pussy worship. We both like to create a romantic atmosphere: dim light, music and slowly sinking into a joyful erotic experience of each other.

Weekly spankings by wife

Two Sundays ago, we were getting ready for church and she was dressed in her pantyhose and black slip, which I find very sexy. I spent too much time in the bathroom and she was getting impatient. When I came out, she mentioned that if we had more time, perhaps she would give me a spanking to teach me that a Lady must never be kept waiting. This floored me because my wife has never expressed an interest in spanking me.
 
When she said those words to me “Perhaps I should spank you…” I immediately fell to my knees and kissed her hose covered legs. She told me to get up because we were going to be late for church.
 
During the end of the church service, my wife handed me the church bulletin on which she had written a note. It said … “when we get home, I am going to spank you.”
 
I can’t describe what I felt other than to say I felt frozen in submission. I know I entered into what has to be subspace. I was so excited and I didn’t care that we were in church. I couldn’t help myself and I couldn’t concentrate on the rest of the Preacher’s sermon. All I could think about was my wife and what she had written.
 
We finally made it home and she took off her dress, once again only wearing her panty-hose, slip, and bra. She sat on the edge of the bed and she told me to undress and to lay across her lap. I did and she proceeded to spank me with her hands and later her hairbrush. She was gentle but firm and she had me squirming by the time she was finished.
 
I took the initiative and planted kisses all over her feet, legs and thighs. She removed her slip and tore a hole in her panty hose and guided my head to her womanhood. She relaxed on the bed and I orally pleasured her until she had an orgasm. She forbid any sexual stimulation of my penis and made me sleep on the floor next to her bed.
 
She is now open to having a weekly discipline session. She liked my attitude after the spanking and how attentive I was to her needs. We repeated this last Sunday and she says that it will become a regular event as long as I keep up with my improved behavior.
The best way to stir her dominant desires is by your continual obedience and servitude. The urge to dominate you in such a manner occurred because you had surrendered to her desire to transform you into a househusband. This was empowering and liberating for her. No doubt, she could sense the submissive energy coming forth from you as you surrendered to her demands and this excited her sexually and stirred her dominant nature. There will be other similar events that will transpire as she continues to explore her dominance but she needs to feed off of your submission. So don’t worry about trying to get her to perform a certain act on you but rather focus on serving her. Stir her dominance with your submission and you never know how it will manifest and when it does, be willing to follow her lead.
Society is evolving toward female domination and thus I believe more and more women will be requiring that their husbands take on the wife’s last name. This is a societal dynamic that is still in its infancy but it is starting to become a trend that will continue to grow with each generation. In the past few months, I have received a number of e-mails from engaged women who have expressed a desire to do this.
I believe with the ever-increasing popularity of female domination, more women are going to make this demand on any man who desires to marry them. Female domination couples are not interested in equality and this practice offers a man the chance to prove his submission and devotion right from the outset of the marriage. For any man who is willing to do this (and is willing to put up with the societal persecution and male peer ridicule that will no doubt accompany this choice) is demonstrating that he views his wife as being the head of the marriage. A man who is willing to take on the woman’s last name is definitely putting feet to his words when he says that he wants a FemDom marriage.
 
The power of this has the potential to be enormous. Every time the man must verbalize or write his name, he will be reminded that he is in the submissive role. And since he will no doubt suffer some teasing from his male peers and friends, he will have to endure a degree of humiliation each time he must explain why he chose to take his wife’s last name. This has the potential to give the woman enormous power in the relationship and if it is indeed a FemDom marriage, it will provide her the opportunity to use her husband’s humiliation to build upon her dominance.
What we are witnessing within our modern day society is a slow, steady but real and significant transfer of power and authority from male to female. It was destined to be this way and the seeds of change have been implanted by Nature into the very beings of both men and women. When a seed is planted, the life force begins to work but in the early stages nothing is visible to the naked eye. The seed must be cultivated, fed and in the proper time, it will spring forth and grow.
Society is evolving and women are coming into power but it is not the result of some devious plot designed my radical feminists in an effort to brainwash men. Society is evolving because man harbors the desire to be under the control of loving female authority. It just so happens (and not by accident) that this is occurring at the same time that women are becoming liberated and are beginning to feel comfortable in the dominant role.

Permanent chastity better for the relationship

With your help, I have transformed my husband from a male chauvinist to a respectful human being who is attentive and obedient.  In order to change his behavior, I used a combination of strict discipline, forced feminization and strap-on sessions, culminated by chastity.  The more I used these tools, the more docile he became and the better it made our relationship.

We used to have problems every time that I let him out of chastity so that we could have sex.  He was not pleasing me sexually, which was frustrating for both of us and would put me in a bad mood.  Even worse, he would revert back to some of his old behaviors and it would take time to get him back in line.  I therefore decided to put him in permanent chastity, only allowing him to please me orally, and his only relief became a milking every week or two.

I realized that he was most sweet and gentle when in feminine attire, especially garter belt, stockings, skirt and high heels, so I insist on it when he is at home and, when we go out, he wears lingerie underneath.  Frequent strap-on sessions are also important to enforce our sexual roles.  I am very strict with him and if he displeases me in the least, I discipline him.  Every Sunday evening is punishment night and he gets paddled, strapped and/or caned for the transgressions of the previous week. He actually looks forward to these sessions as a catharsis. He has become perfectly happy with this arrangement and is now much more gentle and loving.  We spend a great deal of intimate time together kissing, talking, watching TV and going for long walks. He has become totally devoted to me and realizes that that our relationship has much improved since I got happier with my life.

Discipline and strap-on humiliation

Discipline is rarely enjoyable for the submissive while it is taking place (although if it induces subspace, it can be erotic and mentally and spiritually fulfilling). The cane and the paddle hurt and discipline can be uncomfortable. But afterwards, it yields the peaceful fruit of love and surrender.

The reason your mood changed after five or six painful blows of discipline is because it was at this point that you surrendered to her and once you surrendered to her, you were able to enter subspace. I am convinced after talking and communicating with so many submissive men over the years that there is no better experience for a man than that feeling of surrender to a woman. It produces peace and a feeling of being loved. It is intimate and romantic. It is spiritual and it is what the heart of man needs and longs for.

The strap-on is a further extension of the surrendering process. I think the strap-on is the perfect companion to the discipline session between a wife and her husband. First comes the discipline to get the male in the proper frame of mind, to get him to surrender his male ego. Then comes the strap-on to enforce that surrender. My, what a bond of intimacy and true female domination the paddle and the strap-on can bring to a relationship.

 

Regular beatings for husband

She is, without doubt, one of the most naturally dominant women I have ever met.  She is smart, beautiful, stylish, highly accomplished, confident to the extreme, and very comfortable giving orders.  She loves to be pampered with gifts, foot massages, hates housework, is a natural tease, has issued many requests for changes in my dress, behavior…you get the picture.  Even before I shared any overtly submissive feelings with her, I began to massage her, cook for her, clean house, get her drinks, flowers, etc.  At first I was in conflict with this aspect of my own nature, my ego is strong, and wanted simply the sexual aspect, but more and more I try to serve her in what ever way I can. 

Anna would drag me from the car, though the parking lot, and into her building by my hair or my necktie. Once inside her condo, I was told to sit, ordered to fix her a drink, or (in her bitchiest moods) literally thrown over an overstuffed easy chair in her living room. Though I lived there also, it was always “her” residence. After she changed clothes, Anna would emerge from her bedroom with her arsenal – a 36″ 3/8″ cane she called her “schoolboy”, and the heavy wooden paddle she referred to as her “board of education”. The cane was simply a woodworker dowel from the local hardware store, the paddle I purchased for her at Leather Man in NY City. Anna didn’t believe in mincing words or warmups, if I was already bent over the chair she simply began, if I weren’t she would simply tell me to “get over here”.
 
The pain of her initial blows, delivered full force, was indescribable. I always resented the first few, usually delivered with the cane (she said she liked to switch between the cane and paddle because although the paddle was more painful, she liked the welts the cane left on me), and I nearly always asked myself why I allowed her to do this to me. But after stroke five or six, I no longer felt the pain, I only heard the swoosh as the schoolboy or the board sailed through the air, and felt an intense emotional rush, almost an out-of-body type experience. My hands would cup my face, and my resentment turned to a strange mix of fear and excitement. My surreal protests turned to the squealing, feminine whimpers Anna loved to hear. Instead of resisting the blows, I would lean into them, eager to meet Anna’s challenge to be a real sub. I would tremble uncontrollably, and my eyes would swell up with tears, while Anna would giggle and comment on what a wonderful shade of red my buttocks were.
 
When my absolute limit (usually about 25-30 strokes) was reached, I would burst into tears, and collapse on my knees before her, frantically embracing her around the waist, thanking and kissing her, and, if she were wearing her dildo, unconsciously fellating her. She had two wearable dildos, the very sensual latex dildo panties, I purchased for her at Dressing for Pleasure in Montclair, NJ, and the more fearsome-looking strapon, that came from The Noose in NY City. From that moment, I was hers, to please her traditionally, orally, or with DP/SO time. Though this regimen took time, discussion, and some fumbling to develop, once established, our relationship benefitted enormously. Anna loved the physical sensation and transformational mystique of the dildos, and the empowerment that they and her arsenal gave her.
 
For me, the pain and humiliation were beneficial on several levels. Obviously, they reminded me of just who was in charge of the relationship. But more subtly, having my attention periodically refocused by this recurring event set a healthy stage for the regular submissive behavior that Anna expected. I drew comfort and strength from the regular beatings. The torrent of emotion released by being pushed to my limit of pain tolerance was profoundly liberating, and worked for me as a high bar of expectation that put no level of submissive behavior beyond the pale. I no longer felt embarrassed by reluctant to act out my submissive desires, or struggled to balance them with the male persona I felt obligated to portray in my daily life. Instead, I felt a reassurance that my submissive nature was encouraged as a normal part of our relationship. Once this high bar had been established, I felt the freedom to act in the zone that she had created.
 
I enjoyed embracing her, arms around her neck, with my backside facing the closet mirror so Anna could admire the welts I was so proud of. I would kiss her softly and thank her for the experience. My acceptance of DP/SO time was not begrudging (as, admittedly, it became by midweek), but enthusiastic. There were no arguments about my need to remain silent and follow her with a shopping cart in the supermarket, do the household chores nude while she chatted on the telephone with her mother (who thought my choretime uniform was cute), keep the closets organized, turn my paycheck over to her, abide by her choice of restaurants, be on time for events (such as the figure skating performances she enjoyed), respect deadlines (trash out by 7PM, etc), do favors for her friends (e.g., drive Sarah to the airport), run errands, or hold her purse should she choose to chat at length with a female neighbor. Unexpected chocolates, flowers, and notes arrived often.
 
Anna never put her thoughts on paper, but if she had, I think she would have said that some men simply need regular beatings to remain focused on relationship goals, and be communicative.

Queening and domineering wife

Another way to keep a man in a submissive frame of mind is through regular Queening. Make it a part of your lifestyle to sit on his face and have him tongue your ass. Few FemDom activites will take a man to subspace and make him docile as quickly as Queening. This can be fore-play before he sexually services you or it can be as a means to dominate him during your weekly discipline session or you can do this in a non-sexual setting as you are watching television or reading a book while you sit your tush on his face.

My wife began to demand that I do more of my share around the house. This grew and grew and grew and now I do most of the housework.
 
My wife began to take more control of the money. My wife began to make most of the decisions in our marriage. Some of her decisions have been the opposite from what I wanted but if I ever fight her or disagree, she reminds me of our rule ‘The only rule is that she makes the rules and I obey them.’ She reminds me that this rule was my idea.
 
I was just thinking the other day how far we have come. Has it only been a year? She has become so dominant in such a short time.
I knew any chance of having romance in the bedroom was contingent on me not only “behaving” myself but it began to be a requirement that I obeyed her.
 
Over time, in the bedroom our roles began to change as well.  She no longer wanted to offer oral sex to me but she knew that I loved providing her with oral sex.  In fact, she began holding out opportunities for me to give her oral sex if I did not meet her expectations during the day or week.  One night as I prepared to lick her with my eager tongue, she stopped me and said, “Does my slave think he deserves his treats tonight” ?
 
I stopped and immediately responded, “I think so, I tried to be as obedient today as possible”.
She replied “What did you do to deserve your treats (all while teasing me)”;  I responded, by telling her what I had done around the house (mopping, cleaning toilets, vacuuming, doing the dishes) as well as massaging her feet.
 
She said, “Well, I guess you somewhat earned your treats”.  You can start by kissing my ass.  I immediately proceeding to caress and kiss her beautiful tush.  She replied by saying, “You are really becoming a good little butt kisser and brown nose, aren’t you”.
 
I responded by saying, “Yes, mistress”.   This set the tone for our life about three years ago.
 
Now, I am charge of cleaning the house on the weekends.  She likes to order me around and ask me to go and get things for her in the house which I do with no delays.  She smiles when she asks for something and sees me rush around the house to get it quickly for her.  On the weekends, she likes to go shopping a lot and will call me and order me to do more and more chores until she gets home.  I am so excited that I get aroused from cleaning the house.   It is so wonderful when she comes home from a day away from the kids for her to smile when she sees the house clean, the laundry done, the kids homework completed and dinner ready to be served.
 
If she is tired she will order me to hang up her coat and follow her upstairs to tell me about her day and she also orders that I tell her everything I did and have not completed yet.  While doing this, she says, “I will even let you rub and lotion my feet”.  After rubbing her feet for 30 – 45 minutes, she tells me to go serve dinner and I immediately jump up and prance down stairs.
 
Following dinner, after the kids have gone to the basement, I clear and clean the dishes.  That night if she is happy with my work and my attitude, she will let me give her a full body massage with body lotion which I truly love to do.  She purrs while I do it and I even get to kiss her feet which she is starting to like.   I get so excited by making her happy it is the biggest turn on for me.  In fact, I now enjoy making her happy more than I enjoy orgasming myself.   She makes me continue this massaging for at least an hour.  Sometimes she will then roll over and say, I am tired – time for sleep.   I cannot argue that I want to lick her to orgasm – it is her decision as to when I get to give her oral service.  Either way, I need to be clean shaven and ready in case she wants it.
 
On nights when she wants to reward me, she finally rolls over on her back and spreads her legs.  I have to beg to lick it.  She finally lets me lick it and I am in complete heaven.  I pleasure her for up to 30 minutes finally bringing her to orgasm as I continue to lick her.  Most nights she will then tell me to penetrate her and I always ask her before I reach orgasm.  She likes controlling this part and tells me that I have been a good slave for her.  These words are better than any orgasm I can have.
 
Some other things she has over time “taken over” include:
 
1)  The remote control on the TV – I don’t even ask anymore it automatically goes to her.
2) When something is to be thrown out, she will say “don’t even question me”, take it out now.
3)  She has me trained to “fetch her coffee and paper every morning”.  I have learned precisely how to make her coffee and bring it to her in bed every morning.  She gets to read whatever sections she likes.  I get whatever is left
4)  She has me not only do the laundry but fold it and put it away for her.
5)  I am told to run errands for her all the time – the best show of her control over me was when she told me to “turn off the football game, come over here and take this bra back to the dept store for me”.  I said, “do I have to do it now”?  She said, “Right now and don’t ask again”.  I quickly scrambled over and proceeded to take it.  I turned around on my way to the car, and she just smiled, knowing she has me completely wrapped around her finger.
6)  Now, I ask her if I can do things for her.  She seems to love it.
7)  She now makes all of the decisions for any purchase in the house and when she can see that I am not in complete agreement (I of course to challenge her ideas) she quickly responds by saying, “You’re not questioning my decisions, are you ?”.  I respond, “No, I won’t question your decisions”.  She smiles and says, “Good, I knew you would see it my way”.

8)  Finally, I now have to ask if I want to go somewhere, get up from rubbing her feet, or call someone on the phone.  Sometimes she says “No” and laughs when I don’t respond or question her.
 
I never thought that I could become so submissive but I love it.

Husband humiliated in front of friend

Your husband comes home from somewhere and you and your friend are sitting around just chatting. Chat with your friend about whatever and allow him to go about his business. Then call him into the room where you girls are sitting. Then out of the blue, tell your husband to assume his rightful position and to show you his servitude and his submission. I am sure that his face will turn red and he will probably act as if he has no idea what you are talking about. When this happens, get real bold and brazen with him and say something like “You heard me worm, bow before me and kiss my feet, and DO IT NOW.”
 
If he is properly trained, he should obey you, although he may be slow and hesitant. After he is done kissing your shoes and feet, order him to stand. Next, order him to confess to your friend his rightful place. Have him confess to her how he is your slave, how he obeys you, how he serves you, how he worships you, and above all, how women are superior to men. Have him confess that the wife should rule her husband and how inferior men are to women. It’s Ok to lead your witness and it’s Ok to insert anything else that you want him to confess to her.
 
Next, order your submissive to undress completely, with the exception of his underwear. Then stand up and walk around him and fondle him in front of you friend. Pinch his nipples, squeeze his butt cheeks and squeeze his genitals through the underwear. Make comments such as, “Doesn’t he have a cute ass?” or “I own this body, don’t I (his name)”
 
Then go and get a leather paddle or a hairbrush. Also feel free to put on a pair of leather gloves if you have them for the full effect.  Order your submissive to lean over a chair so that his butt is exposed and so that your friend has a clear view. Hike his underwear so that his butt cheeks are exposed. Then administer a moderate spanking to him in front of your friend. As you do, verbally humiliate him. Be very playful, but also be very bold and bitchy.
 
After you are done with the spanking, ask your friend if she wants a crack at him. Now you will only do this if your friend agreed to this before hand. If she doesn’t want to participate, than that is fine. Just skip this part. If she wants to participate, hand her the paddle and allow her to administer a spanking to him as well. Allow her to humiliate and tease him while she spanks him.
 
After the spanking, whether the other woman participated or not, order your submissive to kneel before your friend and to worship her shoes and feet. As he does, command him to confess to her that she is superior to him. Finally, have him stand up and order him to get dressed. Then, one last time have him confess to both of you his rightful place in your marriage and his rightful place when it comes to all women. Have him promise to both of you how he will go out of his way to serve all women. Then order him to prepare some snacks and drinks for you and your friend and order him to serve them to you. Once he brings you your drinks and snacks, dismiss him.

Husband is severely caned

Barbara had always been the head of the household. She spanked her husband on their wedding night. Benjamin had done nothing wrong. His wife made sure he understood who ruled the roost.

Unlike other men in the neighborhood, Benjamin never spent evening in a bar or pub. Barbara counted every penny. He dared not waste money on beer.

Benjamin worked hard. He was content. Life was good under his wife’s authority.

On payday, he presented Barbara with his paycheck when he came home. One week the check was smaller by a few dollars. When asked, Benjamin admitted that he had been docked for arriving late.

He offered no excuse for tardiness. His wife grew wrathful. Laziness was unforgivable. He might as well toss money into a sewer.

She grabbed a heavy cane. It was always ready in the corner to correct a disobedient husband. Tonight she would teach him to never again be late for anything.

Her husband screamed at the first blow. He continued to scream as hard wood cut repeatedly into his buttocks. He begged for mercy. His vocal cords grew raw, hoarse. He could only moan and weep.

Barbara gave Benjamin a long, violent whipping. He would never forget this night.

Now he is always early to work. This earned him a raise.

His wife’s cane was always ready in the corner. Often glimpsing it, he shudders and puts forth renewed effort and eagerness into his many chores.

Farm slave husband

Lorelei, a bit heartless, laughed at his discomfiture. Anna, more mature, stroked his head and told him to relax.

Together, mother and daughter explained everything. In this family, men were slaves. That had been true for over one hundred years. Now, Aiken as Lorelei’s husband was a slave.

Men did the farm work. He would feed the animals, do all the farm work and heavy labor. Since Anna’s husband had died six months ago, there was a backlog of chores for Aiken.

He would rise early every morning and work late into the evening. Aiken would be fed and watered, just like the other farm animals.

Later they would put him in chains He would live chained and leashed. Once married, slave husbands remained for life.

If he behaved himself, they would be spanked him only once daily. Maintenance spankings helped husbands remember their inferior status.

Disobedience, laziness would earn hard punishment. He should accept his new life and work hard. He would comply in the end, whatever he thought now.

Over the next few hours, he learned many rules and protocols. Simple things like addressing both women as Mistress. He wept when he learned that his penis would be locked. He would satisfy his wife with his tongue. But would not be permitted to use energy that could go into work by having orgasms. Ever.

Just as he would milk the cows, Lorelei would milk Aiken. He would drink his own milk. It was high in protein.

That was ten years ago. Aiken has accepted his slavery. Anna has passed away. Lorelei keeps him too busy to think about anything other than finishing his chores.

Husband training

The picture shows two Dommes of the mid-1920s with their husbands. Both are mature women.

The nude Mistress Wife is older, more experienced. A novice Domme watches from the chair. Her newly enslaved husband faces the wall. He is forbidden to observe what follows.

Mistress Wife shoves her slave husband to his knees. Yanking on his hair makes him moan. These noises, those that followed, unnerves the inexperienced man. His imagination exceeds the actual events.

He shivered as he listened to the kneeling man’s face slapped.

His is more frightened by the noises that follow. The Domme Wife kicks her husband’s crotch. Her boots’ taps are not forceful. Even slight impact brings forth sounds of pathetic anguish.

Continuing to kick, she talks to him. She curses him for a weakling. Almost her every word is corrosive, obscene, ego-breaking. The standing husband feels he is the one being verbally abused.

Now he must face the women.

The older Domme orders her husband to prepare supper.

The other wife stands. Grabbing her husband by the ear, she drags him to the center of the room. He is afraid to look at either woman. His wife stomps on his foot, ordering him to look into her eyes.

She seems a stranger. Stronger. He is intimated. His wife has suddenly become forceful, implacable.

She orders him to stand still. The nude woman comes and stands at her side. Two women look at him with contempt. His stomach twists. He might run but is paralyzed by helplessness.

His wife slaps him. She tells him that he is now her slave.

Another slap. He learns that disobedience will be disciplined.

So it continues. After each slap, his wife instructs him. He has new duties and chores. Failure to perform a task properly will lead to punishment.

Patient, pedantic, Mistress Wife spends a half hour slapping and training her husband.

He is led to the dining room. The two women will enjoy supper. The males will serve. Both will go hungry tonight.

After dinner, the novice slave husband will receive his fist spanking. His wife’s special hairbrush will become part of his daily schedule.