Mary sat comfortably in her plush velvet armchair, sipping her tea as she listened intently to her feminist friend’s tales of marital domination. Her eyes widened with excitement as she heard about the various ways in which this woman humiliated and emasculated her husband.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, Mary, you have no idea how much power I hold over my husband. He is completely at my mercy, and I make sure he knows it every single day.”

Mary couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having such complete control over her own spouse. As she listened to her friend recount her stories, she felt a growing sense of satisfaction in knowing that she was not alone in her dominance over her husband.

Feminist Friend: “I keep our home entirely feminine – there is no trace of masculinity allowed there. My husband serves me faithfully and without question, always eager to please me in any way possible.”

Mary nodded approvingly, mentally noting the various ways she could further emasculate her own husband. She knew that he would be nothing more than a mere servant if she had her way.

Feminist Friend: “And let me tell you about his permanent chastity! Oh, it’s so satisfying to know that I am the only one who gets to experience any pleasure in our marriage.”

Mary giggled softly at the thought of denying her husband such basic human desires. She couldn’t wait to implement this tactic herself and see how much more subservient her own husband would become as a result.

Feminist Friend: “When it comes to punishing him for his mistakes, I have an entire repertoire of creative techniques. From spanking him with my favorite leather belt to making him wear a sign around his neck that says ‘I am useless,’ I make sure he knows just how insignificant he truly is.”

Mary listened attentively as her friend detailed each method, taking mental notes on which ones she could adopt in her own relationship. She knew that she needed to up the ante if she wanted to maintain control over her husband and keep him firmly in his place.

As the evening wore on, Mary found herself growing increasingly angry at how lenient she had been with her own husband. Why hadn’t she thought of these techniques before? It was clear that there were so many ways she could have humiliated and degraded him further if only she had been more inventive.

Mary: “You know, it’s funny – I always thought I was doing a good job dominating my husband, but after hearing your stories, I realize how much more creative I could be.”

Feminist Friend: “Oh, don’t worry, Mary. You’ll get there eventually. Just remember that the key is to never let them see you coming. Always keep them guessing about what might come next!”

Mary nodded thoughtfully, mentally cataloguing each of her friend’s suggestions for future use. She knew that she needed to act swiftly if she wanted to maintain control over her husband and ensure his complete submission to her will.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm golden glow through the windows, Mary could feel herself growing more determined than ever to assert her dominance over her husband once again. And with each passing moment, she knew that there would be no stopping her from implementing every single one of these humiliating tactics – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “Now let me tell you about the time I made my husband wear a pink tutu while serving dinner for our guests. Can you imagine? A grown man, dressed like some ridiculous little ballerina!”

Mary burst out laughing at the mental image of her husband in such an emasculating outfit. She knew that she would have to try this tactic herself sometime soon – just to see the look on his face when he realized what he was wearing.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made him wear a dog collar and crawl around on all fours, barking like a common canine. It was absolutely hysterical!”

Mary couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of her husband being reduced to such a humiliating state. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to degrade him and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband stand outside naked in front of our house during a dinner party. The look on his face when he realized that all our guests could see him was absolutely priceless!”

Mary gasped in shock at this outrageous story, but deep down inside, she knew that she would love to try something like that herself someday – just for the sake of seeing her husband’s humiliation firsthand.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making him wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy as I held a whip above his backside. It was absolutely thrilling!”

Mary’s heart raced at this story of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t wait to try something like that herself someday – just to see the look on her husband’s face when he realized what kind of punishment she had in store for him.

Feminist Friend: “And then there was the time I made my husband lick my boots clean after a long day at work. Can you imagine? A grown man, reduced to such a degrading act!”

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle at this humiliating tale of marital servitude. She knew that she needed to find even more ways to emasculate her husband and assert her dominance over him in the most extreme manner possible.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, and speaking of extreme, let me tell you about the time I made my husband shave off all his body hair – head to toe – just so he could look even more ridiculous than before.”

Mary gasped in shock at this horrific tale of marital domination. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to force her husband to undergo such a painful and degrading act. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

As the evening wore on, Mary continued listening intently to her friend’s tales of marital domination, absorbing every detail and example with eager anticipation. She knew that she needed to find new ways to humiliate and degrade her husband if she wanted to maintain control over him and ensure his complete submission to her will.

Feminist Friend: “And remember how I told you about making my husband wear a sign around his neck? Well, one day I decided to take things even further and had him tattooed with my name across his forehead! Now there’s no escaping the fact that he belongs to me completely!”

Mary’s jaw dropped at this horrific tale of marital domination gone wild. She couldn’t believe that her friend had gone so far as to permanently mark her husband in such a cruel and degrading way. But deep down inside, she knew that she would love to see her own husband suffer the same fate – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.

Feminist Friend: “And speaking of submissions, let me tell you about the time I made my husband crawl across the floor on his hands and knees, begging me

Day 1: Monday

Morning, breakfast is served on the table at precisely 6:45 AM. Your toast must be perfectly buttered, no burnt edges! Your coffee must be black, no sugar or creamer allowed! And make sure you’ve shaved this morning; I can see stubble from here.

Day 2: Tuesday

Remember to take out the garbage after dinner tonight. It has to be done before sunset, not a minute later. And don’t forget to vacuum the house as soon as you finish washing the dishes. Make sure every speck of dust is gone.

Day 3: Wednesday

Clean my car today. I want it spotless by the time I get home tonight. Use only approved cleaners, nothing else! And remember, don’t scratch the paintwork – if there are any scratches when I come back, you know what will happen.

Day 4: Thursday

I need a fresh loaf of bread from the bakery today. Make sure it’s warm and fragrant when you bring it home. And while you’re out, stop by the florist and pick up some roses for me – red ones, with no thorns left on them!

Day 5: Friday

Today is laundry day. First thing in the morning, gather all the dirty clothes and sort them into colors and whites. Use only cold water for the darks and hot water for the whites. And remember, fold everything neatly before putting it away.

Day 6: Saturday

Time to clean the bathrooms today. Make sure every surface is sparkling clean, including the toilets! Don’t forget the grout between the tiles – that should be spotless too. Use only approved cleaning products, nothing else will do.

Day 7: Sunday

I have my women’s church group coming over this afternoon at 3 pm sharp. Make sure you greet each guest at the door on your knees, head bowed low in submission. And while they’re here, serve them tea and refreshments. Remember, no mistakes allowed!

As soon as I walked through the door, I could feel their judgmental stares weighing down on me like lead weights. They were all dressed in tight-fitting dresses that hugged every curve of their bodies, each one more voluptuous than the last. Their laughter rang out louder than church bells, filling the air with a cacophony of voices and gossip.

“Look at him,” one of them snickered as I knelt before her, “just look at that pathetic excuse for a man.”

I could barely bring myself to glance up from my subservient position on the floor, but when I did, all I saw were ample cleavages and perfectly sculpted bodies. My wife’s friends were stunningly beautiful, each one more so than the last. And yet, as much as I appreciated their beauty, it was nothing compared to how much fear they instilled in me.

“So,” another woman drawled, eying me with undisguised contempt, “how does it feel to be nothing more than a glorified doormat?”

Before I could respond, my wife appeared at the door, her eyes narrowed and her voice dripping with venom. “That’s enough!” she snapped, her tone making it clear that any further comments would not be tolerated. “He has his instructions, and he will follow them to the letter.”

As if on cue, I scurried off to begin preparing tea for the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard their snickers following me down the hall. Little did they know how true their words were – for even though I was humiliated and degraded by my wife’s cruel treatment, there was no escape from this life of submission and pain.

And so it went, day after endless day. My once-promising career reduced to a series of menial tasks and errands, all at the whim of a woman who reveled in my suffering. I tried to hold onto hope that things would change, that somehow I could break free from this cycle of abuse and regain some semblance of control over my life.

But as the weeks turned into months, it became clear that there was no escape. My wife’s demands grew more outrageous with each passing day, her cruelty reaching new heights as she sought to assert her dominance over me in ever-more humiliating ways.

Finally, on one fateful Sunday afternoon, the inevitable happened. As I served tea and refreshments to my wife’s church group – a task that had become almost routine by this point –one of the women caught me staring at her ample cleavage.

“Hey now,” she scolded playfully, “I didn’t realize you were such a pervert!”

Before I could even react, my wife was upon me, her face twisted in rage as she dragged me off to our basement by the ear like a recalcitrant child. And there, amidst the dimly lit gloom and cobwebs, she showed me the cage that would be my home for the foreseeable future.

“This,” she sneered, shoving me into the cramped confines of my new prison, “is where you belong.”

And as she locked the door behind her, leaving me alone in the darkness with nothing but my misery and despair for company, I knew that there would be no escape from this life of endless humiliation and pain. For I was now forever trapped within the cruel embrace of my domineering wife.

A DIFFERENT COUPLE

Monday: The Wife’s Dictatorship Begins

Mary, a woman in her early 30s, is an expert at controlling her husband John. She makes sure he knows who wears the pants in their marriage by dictating every aspect of his life – from how he dresses to what he eats for breakfast. This morning was no exception as she handed him a list of tasks to complete before she returned home from work later that day.

“Now, listen carefully,” she said, her voice dripping with authority. “I expect you to have completed all these chores by the time I get back.” She pointed at the paper in his hand, each task neatly typed and organized. “Don’t forget to iron my blouses just right or else!”

Tuesday: The Daily Grind

Mary continued her reign of terror over John, adding more tasks to his endless list of chores. This time, she demanded that he mow the lawn, clean the gutters, and wash the cars – all before dinner. To make sure he didn’t slack off, she even made him wear a GPS tracker so she could monitor his progress throughout the day.

Wednesday: Dinner Time Showdown

Tonight was John’s turn to prepare dinner for Mary and their two children. As soon as they sat down at the table, however, things took a turn for the worse. Before anyone could take a bite of their food, Mary spotted an error in one of the dishes – a single grain of uncooked rice on her plate.

“How dare you serve me something that isn’t perfect!” she shrieked, throwing the plate across the room and shattering it against the wall. “You’re lucky I don’t beat you right now!”

Thursday: A Submission Test

Mary decided to test John’s loyalty by making him grovel at her feet during dinner. While their kids looked on in shock, she ordered him to lick her shoes clean while she ate her meal. When he hesitated for just a moment, she grabbed his hair and yanked it back forcefully.

“You will do as I say!” she barked, forcing him closer until his tongue made contact with the worn leather. As the humiliation continued, the kids couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at their father’s subservience.

Friday: The Straw That Broke The Camel’s Back

Today was the final straw for John when Mary insisted that he shave off all his body hair before she would allow him to have sex with her. He complied without complaint, even though it left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. But when she discovered a single stray hair on his chest after they were finished, her wrath was unleashed.

“You think you can get away with this?” she spat, grabbing a pair of tweezers from the nightstand. “I’ll teach you what happens when you disobey me!” And with that, she began plucking out each individual hair, causing John to cry out in pain and humiliation.

Saturday: A Taste Of His Own Medicine

Today was different; instead of adding more tasks to his list, Mary decided it was time for a little fun. She ordered him to put on a costume and pretend to be their dog during dinner with friends. Reluctantly, he agreed, crawling around on all fours while everyone else laughed at the spectacle.

As the night wore on, however, John couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction as he watched his wife endure the same humiliation he had suffered for so long. Perhaps there was a glimmer of hope after all…

Sunday: The Church Ladies Take Notice

Today marked another turning point in Mary and John’s tumultuous relationship. When her women’s church group arrived at their house, they were shocked to see him kneeling by the front door, dressed only in a loincloth and bowing down before each guest as they entered.

One by one, the women couldn’t help but stare at his exposed body, especially when he caught them glancing at his crotch. Embarrassed, he looked away quickly, but it was too late; their curiosity had been piqued.

Throughout the evening, Mary took great pleasure in humiliating him further by making him serve tea and refreshments while trying not to ogle the women’s impressive cleavage. Each time he made a mistake or couldn’t resist stealing a glance at a low-cut blouse, she would force him to bend over and receive a sharp slap on the behind from her friends.

Finally, as the night wore on and John grew more anxious about his increasingly precarious situation, one of the women took pity on him and suggested they play a game. “How about we see if anyone can make this poor man blush?” she proposed, gesturing towards John’s crimson face.

One by one, each woman stepped forward and whispered something lewd or provocative in his ear, watching with glee as he struggled to maintain his composure. By the time the last guest had her turn, John was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes wide with terror and arousal.

Realizing that things had gone too far, Mary decided it was time for some discipline of her own. With a wicked grin, she led her husband by the collar back into their bedroom, where she locked him in a cage she kept stored in the basement.

“Now you’ll see what happens when you disobey me,” she hissed, as she showed all her friends the way down the stairs to witness his humiliating punishment firsthand. And so began another week of torment and subjugation for poor John – but at least now he knew that his wife wasn’t the only one capable of cruelty.

ANOTHER MEAN WIFE

Day 1 – Monday

Monday morning started off like any other day for John. He woke up to the shrill sound of his alarm clock, a loud ringing that pierced through the darkness of their bedroom. As he groggily reached over to turn it off, he heard the unmistakable sound of his wife, Linda, stirring in bed next to him.

“Don’t forget to make breakfast this morning,” she called out from beneath her blankets. Her voice was sharp and commanding, as if she were speaking to a subordinate rather than her husband.

John nodded silently and reluctantly climbed out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way towards the kitchen. He knew what lay ahead – another day filled with mundane chores and tasks assigned by Linda.

“Don’t forget the coffee!” she called after him before rolling back over onto her side and going back to sleep.

John muttered under his breath but complied nonetheless, setting up the coffee machine while he began preparing breakfast for the both of them. As Linda emerged from their bedroom, dressed in a tailored business suit with her hair perfectly coifed, John presented her with a plate of toast and scrambled eggs.

“You know I don’t like my toast soggy,” she said dismissively as she took a bite. John winced at the criticism but remained silent, knowing that any attempt to defend himself would only result in further scorn from his domineering wife.

Day 2 – Tuesday

Tuesday was laundry day for John, and he spent most of the morning sorting through piles of dirty clothes while Linda sat at her vanity applying makeup. She occasionally looked up from her reflection to inspect his progress, offering unsolicited advice or pointing out perceived errors in his folding technique.

“You really need to be more thorough when you separate the colors from the whites,” she commented as she examined a red sock mixed in with the whites pile.

John nodded meekly and continued working, trying not to let her words get under his skin too much. He knew that if he argued or defended himself, Linda would only become more aggressive and belittling in her criticism.

By the time he finished folding all of their laundry, Linda was already dressed and ready for work. She glanced around the neatly organized piles on the bed before giving him a curt nod of approval.

“Not bad, I suppose,” she said dismissively as she walked past him towards the front door.

Day 3 – Wednesday

Wednesday was a particularly grueling day for John. In addition to his regular housekeeping duties, Linda decided that today would be an excellent opportunity for him to learn how to cook one of her favorite dishes – lasagna.

As he followed her meticulous instructions, trying not to make any mistakes, Linda stood over him with a watchful eye, pointing out every small error and imperfection as they occurred. By the time dinner was served that evening, John felt completely drained both physically and emotionally.

Linda took one bite of her lasagna before making an unimpressed face. “This is terrible,” she declared, pushing her plate away from her with a disgusted look on her face.

“I’m sorry, I did my best,” John stammered defensively, fighting back tears at the humiliation he felt.

Linda sneered at him before standing up from the table and walking away without another word, leaving John to clean up the mess alone.

Day 4 – Thursday

Thursday was a seemingly endless day of errands and chores for John as Linda had a particularly busy schedule at work. He began by running to the grocery store to pick up supplies for dinner that evening, followed by a trip to the bank to deposit her paycheck, and finally another visit to the post office to mail off some bills.

Throughout each task, Linda called or texted him constantly with additional instructions and corrections, making sure that he was following her exact specifications down to the smallest detail. By the time he returned home in the early evening, John felt completely exhausted and overwhelmed by his wife’s relentless demands.

As he collapsed onto the couch in their living room, Linda walked through the front door with an air of self-importance, carrying a stack of important documents from her day at work. She glanced over at him disdainfully before launching into another barrage of criticisms and corrections regarding his performance on the errands he had run that day.

Day 5 – Friday

On Friday, Linda decided it was time for John to start learning some basic car maintenance skills. As they stood in their garage, she pointed out various tools and explained how each one worked while demonstrating the correct technique for changing a tire on their vehicle.

John listened attentively but struggled to keep up with her rapid-fire instructions, often needing several repetitions before he understood what she was explaining. Linda grew increasingly frustrated as the lesson dragged on, frequently losing her patience and berating him for his perceived incompetence.

By the time they finally finished changing the tire, John felt completely defeated and demoralized by the harsh treatment he had received from his wife throughout the day. As he collapsed onto their bed that evening, Linda continued to criticize his performance as she undressed for bed, making it clear that her expectations of him were far higher than what he was currently able to achieve.

Day 6 – Saturday

Saturday morning began with another lesson from Linda – this time on how to properly clean and maintain their home’s air conditioning unit. As she led him through the process step by step, John could feel his anxiety levels rising as he struggled to keep up with her exacting standards.

Linda seemed particularly annoyed by his inability to retain information regarding the proper way to dispose of used oil filters, berating him mercilessly for every minor mistake he made throughout the day. By the time they finished working on the air conditioner unit that afternoon, John felt completely drained and demoralized, longing for some respite from Linda’s relentless demands.

In an effort to lighten the mood, he suggested that they invite a few friends over for dinner that evening, hoping that a social gathering might take some of the pressure off of him. However, Linda quickly shot down this idea, insisting that she had too much work to do and couldn’t afford any distractions from her busy schedule.

Day 7 – Sunday

Sunday was church day for the couple, and as they sat in their usual pew during morning services, John could feel Linda growing increasingly agitated by his presence next to her. She frequently shot him disdainful glances throughout the sermon, whispering harsh criticisms under her breath whenever he made even the slightest mistake or misstep.

After church let out, Linda announced that she would be hosting her weekly women’s church group meeting at their home later that afternoon. As she prepared to welcome her guests, she instructed John to prepare a variety of snacks and refreshments for them to enjoy during the event.

As he worked diligently in the kitchen, trying his best to create an impressive spread of treats for Linda’s friends, she continued to berate him constantly, frequently belittling his efforts and pointing out every minor imperfection she could find. By the time her guests arrived, John felt completely defeated and demoralized by Linda’s relentless criticism and abuse.

When Linda introduced John as her husband to each of her friends upon their arrival, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of shame and humiliation at the way she spoke about him. She frequently referred to him as “my little project” or “the housemate,” making it clear that she viewed him more as a subservient assistant than an equal partner in their relationship.

As Linda guided her guests through a tour of their home, she proudly displayed John’s various domestic achievements from throughout the week, pointing out each meticulously organized pile of laundry or neatly arranged stack of pots and pans with a sense of satisfied pride. Her friends nodded along in agreement, occasionally exchanging knowing glances with one another as if they shared some secret understanding about the nature of their relationship.

During their meeting, Linda frequently interrupted her own conversation to scold John for any perceived mistakes or errors he made while preparing snacks and refreshments for her guests. She would often force him to stand awkwardly in front of them while she meted out harsh punishments for his missteps, making sure that everyone present could witness the humiliating way she treated him.

As Linda’s friends sipped tea and nibbled on John’s homemade treats, they couldn’t help but notice how frequently he would steal glances at their ample cleavage as they conversed amongst themselves. Each time he was caught staring, one of Linda’s friends would give him a playful wink or nudge, encouraging his interest and further fueling Linda’s growing anger at his inability to maintain eye contact with any of them during the meeting.

Towards the end of the evening, as Linda’s guests prepared to leave, she decided it was time for another lesson for John – this time on how to properly serve tea to her friends. As he awkwardly followed her instructions, trying his best not to make any mistakes while handling the fragile china teacups and saucers, Linda grew increasingly annoyed by his clumsiness and incompetence.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back into their living room, where she forcefully pushed him down onto his knees in front of her guests. With a cruel grin on her face, she announced that this was how she intended to train him from now on – by forcing him to serve her friends on his hands and knees like some kind of domestic animal.

As Linda’s friends burst into laughter at the sight of their humiliated husband, she began calling out a series of increasingly absurd requests for him to fulfill while maintaining his kneeling position. From fetching coasters and napkins to refilling teacups and wine glasses, John was made to perform each task with perfect precision and efficiency, lest he risk incurring the wrath of Linda or her friends.

Finally, when it became clear that her husband had been sufficiently broken and humiliated by this degrading display of dominance, Linda allowed him to stand up once more. As she guided him back towards their bedroom for another night of harsh criticism and verbal abuse, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of dread at what lay ahead – another week filled with relentless demands and unattainable expectations from his domineering wife.

A REAL MATRIARCH

Monday: The first day began with Mrs. Victoria Thompson’s sharp screeching voice ordering her husband, John, to wake up earlier than usual. She wanted him to make breakfast and have everything ready by the time she got out of bed. “I am the boss here,” she yelled as John hurried around the kitchen, trying not to mess anything up. After breakfast, Victoria had a long list of tasks for her husband: clean the entire house, wash and iron all their clothes, cook dinner, and make sure everything was perfect by the time she came home from work.

Tuesday: On the second day, Mrs. Thompson decided that John should have no freedom at all. She made him wear a collar with a leash attached to it all day long. Whenever she wanted something done, she would pull on the leash and give her husband a new set of instructions. At the end of the day, Victoria announced that she was going out for dinner with some friends but John wasn’t allowed to go because he hadn’t finished all his tasks.

Wednesday: Mrs. Thompson decided that today would be “bath time” for her husband. She made him take a cold bath while she sat on the side, critiquing every aspect of his body. Afterward, she told him to stand naked in front of her as she inspected each part of him with a clipboard and pen in hand. When she was finished, she threw some rags at him and told him to clean himself up.

Thursday: By the fourth day, Mrs. Thompson had taken control of John’s wardrobe. She picked out all his clothes for the day and made sure he looked ridiculous in them. He felt humiliated as he walked around town wearing a bright pink suit and matching bow tie. Everywhere he went, people stared at him, making fun of his appearance.

Friday: On this day, Mrs. Thompson decided that her husband should learn how to dance like a lady. She spent hours teaching him various dance moves while she laughed at his clumsiness. By the end of the night, John was exhausted and covered in bruises from where he had tripped over his own feet multiple times.

Saturday: On Saturday morning, Mrs. Thompson woke up early and announced that today would be “grooming day” for her husband. She shaved off all his body hair using a rusty razor and made him sit through painful waxing sessions. When she was finished, she told him to put on some tight-fitting clothes so she could admire her handiwork.

Sunday: On Sunday, Mrs. Thompson’s women’s church group came over for their weekly gathering. As soon as the first guest arrived, Victoria paraded her husband around the house like a prize possession. Each woman had large breasts that seemed to entrance John, making it difficult for him not to stare at them.

The women took turns sipping tea and laughing about how useless John was as a husband. Throughout the evening, Mrs. Thompson caught her husband multiple times staring down their cleavage, which resulted in several humiliating punishments. By the end of the night, Victoria’s temper finally snapped when she found him ogling at one of the women’s breasts once again.

“That’s it!” she yelled, grabbing her husband by the arm and pulling him towards the basement door. “You know what happens now, don’t you?”

She locked him in his cage and returned to her guests with a satisfied smile on her face. As they continued their evening of laughter and gossip, John sat quietly in his cage, wondering how much longer he could endure this domineering wife.

MARY IS A BITCH

Day 1:

John spent another week in his cage, occasionally receiving food and water from Mary. He had become accustomed to the daily abuse he received, and although it still hurt physically and emotionally, he began to feel grateful for her guidance.

Mary: “John, I have noticed that you are becoming more obedient and submissive. However, there is still room for improvement. From now on, when I return home from work, you must immediately remove my shoes and rub my feet.”

Day 2:

As Mary returned home, she noticed the familiar scent of John’s desperation. She removed her shoes and tossed them onto the floor near the front door.

Mary: “John, remember what I told you earlier today? You must remove my shoes and rub my feet.”

John hesitated for a moment before reluctantly picking up one of the shoes and attempting to remove it from Mary’s foot. He fumbled with the laces, struggling to untie them as quickly as possible while trying not to make eye contact with his wife.

Mary: “What are you waiting for? Hurry up!”

John finally managed to remove the first shoe and began massaging one of Mary’s feet. As he continued this task, she grabbed a nearby whip and started lashing him across his back.

Mary: “Is that all you can do? You call yourself a man?”

Day 3:

John prepared breakfast for Mary before heading to work. When he returned home that evening, he found her sitting on the couch, looking displeased.

Mary: “John, today’s meal was subpar. I expect you to make sure every dish is cooked to perfection from now on.”

Day 4:

As John prepared dinner for Mary and their friends, she entered the room with a stern look on her face.

Mary: “John, did I not remind you of your new task? When my friends arrive, they must have something to sit on while we chat. So, make sure there is a comfortable seat for each one of them.”

Day 5:

John prepared breakfast for Mary before heading to work. Upon returning home that evening, he found her sitting on the couch, looking displeased.

Mary: “John, I have been thinking about ways to further humble you. When my friends come over next Sunday for our church group meeting, I want them to have something soft and comfortable to sit on while they enjoy their tea.”

Day 6:

As John prepared dinner for Mary and their friends, she entered the room with a stern look on her face.

Mary: “John, did you forget about your new task? When my friends arrive, there must be something soft and comfortable for them to sit on as they enjoy their tea.”

Day 7:

On Sunday morning, Mary woke up early and prepared for her women’s church group meeting. As she was leaving the house, she spotted John on his knees, preparing a seat made of soft pillows for each guest.

Mary: “John, you know that I don’t like being disturbed when preparing for my social events. However, since you have taken care of this task, I will allow it. Remember, though – tonight is all about humiliation.”

Later that day, as the women arrived for their meeting, they were all dressed in stunning outfits with low-cut tops that showed off their ample cleavage. John served each of them tea while trying not to stare at any of the ladies’ chests. However, he made a few minor mistakes and was caught staring multiple times.

Mary: “John, how many times do I have to remind you about your inability to maintain focus? You know the consequences!”

With each mistake, Mary grew more furious with John until she could no longer contain her anger. She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him down into the basement where she kept a small cage for him.

Mary: “This is where you belong! You have failed to follow even my simplest rules. From now on, when I am entertaining guests, you will stay locked in this cage!”

And so, John’s humiliation continued as his wife degraded and punished him daily for any minor infractions. He could only hope that someday he would find the strength to stand up for himself and break free from her oppressive rule.

As Mary sat with her friends during their church group meeting, she asked them for suggestions on how to further humble John. Each woman gave a wickedly humiliating suggestion:

Woman 1: “Why not make him wear a collar and leash like a dog? That way, he will always be reminded of his place.”

Mary smiled at the idea and wrote it down in her notebook.

Woman 2: “You could force him to wear ridiculous clothing or makeup – something that would make him look absolutely ridiculous!”

Mary chuckled at this suggestion as well, jotting it down alongside the others.

Woman 3: “How about making him beg for mercy every time he makes a mistake? Maybe even have one of us kick him while he’s on his knees?”

Mary considered this option before nodding her head in agreement.

With these new ideas added to her ever-growing list of humiliating tasks, Mary felt confident that she could continue breaking down John’s spirit and asserting her dominance over him. As the meeting drew to a close, the women said their goodbyes and left the house, each one eagerly anticipating how they might contribute to John’s ongoing degradation next week.

MARY BECOMES MORE STRICT

Day 1:

Mary woke up early and prepared for her women’s church group meeting. As she made her way downstairs, she noticed that John was still in his cage, trembling with fear. She opened the door and allowed him to come out, reminding him of his duty as a servant for the day.

Mary: “John, today is another church group meeting, and I expect you to perform your duties perfectly. Remember, if any mistakes are made, there will be consequences.”

As the women arrived for their meeting, they were all dressed in stunning outfits with low-cut tops that showed off their ample cleavage. John served each of them tea while trying not to stare at any of the ladies’ chests. However, he made a few minor mistakes and was caught staring multiple times.

Mary: “John, how many times do I have to remind you about your inability to maintain focus? You know the consequences!”

With each mistake, Mary grew more furious with John until she could no longer contain her anger. She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him down into the basement where she kept a small cage for him.

Mary: “This is where you belong! You have failed to follow even my simplest rules. From now on, when I am entertaining guests, you will stay locked in this cage!”

And so, John’s humiliation continued as his wife degraded and punished him daily for any minor infractions. He could only hope that someday he would find the strength to stand up for himself and break free from her oppressive rule.

During the meeting, one of the women suggested that they should take turns humiliating John further. Mary agreed enthusiastically and asked each woman for their suggestions on how best to degrade him. The first woman suggested that they make John serve as a footstool for them while they sipped their tea. Mary loved this idea and immediately ordered John to position himself under the coffee table, where he would remain until further notice.

The second woman suggested that they should beat him in front of everyone, just like a naughty child being disciplined by its mother. Mary thought this was an excellent suggestion and proceeded to give John a thorough whipping with her belt. The other women cheered and clapped as they watched the spectacle unfold before them.

The third woman suggested that they should force John to lick their shoes clean after they finished drinking their tea. This idea amused Mary greatly, and she made sure that John complied with this request without delay. He was forced to crawl around on the floor, desperately trying to clean each pair of high heels before the women grew impatient.

The fourth woman suggested that they should force-feed him some of their leftover food scraps from lunchtime. Mary found this idea particularly entertaining and quickly gathered up all the crumbs and bits of discarded food from around the table. She then held John’s nose closed while she shoved these morsels into his mouth, forcing him to swallow them down despite his gagging.

The fifth woman suggested that they should slap John across the face whenever he made any mistakes or failed to follow their orders promptly enough. Mary embraced this idea wholeheartedly and spent much of the meeting slapping John repeatedly, leaving red welts on his cheeks as a testament to her dominance over him.

The sixth woman suggested that they should force John to eat out of the garbage can whenever he made a mistake or failed to follow their orders promptly enough. Mary thought this was another excellent suggestion and immediately commanded John to crawl over to the garbage can, where he would remain until further notice. She then proceeded to throw various pieces of discarded food into the can for him to eat, much to the amusement of the other women present.

Finally, the last woman suggested that they should force John to wear a sign around his neck that read “I am a useless servant” whenever he made any mistakes or failed to follow their orders promptly enough. Mary loved this idea and quickly fashioned a makeshift sign out of cardboard and duct tape. She then placed it over John’s head, securing it tightly so that there was no chance of him removing it without her permission.

As the meeting drew to a close, each of the women took turns congratulating Mary on her ingenious methods of humiliating and degrading John. They all agreed that she had truly outdone herself this time and vowed to continue supporting her as she sought to break down his spirit further.

Meanwhile, John sat quietly in his cage beneath the house, pondering his situation and wondering if there was any way out of this nightmare. He knew that he could not bear much more abuse, but he also understood that defying his wife would likely result in even greater punishment and suffering for him. In the end, he resigned himself to his fate, accepting that he would forever be a submissive servant at the mercy of her cruel whims.

A VISIT FROM MARY’S FEMINIST FRIEND

Mary sat comfortably in her plush velvet armchair, sipping her tea as she listened intently to her feminist friend’s tales of marital domination. Her eyes widened with excitement as she heard about the various ways in which this woman humiliated and emasculated her husband.

Feminist Friend: “Oh, Mary, you have no idea how much power I hold over my husband. He is completely at my mercy, and I make sure he knows it every single day.”

Mary couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having such complete control over her own spouse. As she listened to her friend recount her stories, she felt a growing sense of satisfaction in knowing that she was not alone in her dominance over her husband.

Feminist Friend: “I keep our home entirely feminine – there is no trace of masculinity allowed here. My husband serves me faithfully and without question, always eager to please me in any way possible.”

Mary nodded approvingly, mentally noting the various ways she could further emasculate her own husband. She knew that he would be nothing more than a mere servant if she had her way.

Feminist Friend: “And let me tell you about his permanent chastity! Oh, it’s so satisfying to know that I am the only one who gets to experience any pleasure in our marriage.”

Mary giggled softly at the thought of denying her husband such basic human desires. She couldn’t wait to implement this tactic herself and see how much more subservient he would become as a result.

Feminist Friend: “When it comes to punishing him for his mistakes, I have an entire repertoire of creative techniques. From spanking him with my favorite leather belt to making him wear a sign around his neck that says ‘I am useless,’ I make sure he knows just how insignificant he truly is.”

Mary listened attentively as her friend detailed each method, taking mental notes on which ones she could adopt in her own relationship. She knew that she needed to up the ante if she wanted to maintain control over her husband and keep him firmly in his place.

As the evening wore on, Mary found herself growing increasingly angry at how lenient she had been with her own husband. Why hadn’t she thought of these techniques before? It was clear that there were so many ways she could have humiliated and degraded him further if only she had been more inventive.

Mary: “You know, it’s funny – I always thought I was doing a good job dominating my husband, but after hearing your stories, I realize how much more creative I could be.”

Feminist Friend: “Oh, don’t worry, Mary. You’ll get there eventually. Just remember that the key is to never let them see you coming. Always keep them guessing about what might come next!”

Mary nodded thoughtfully, mentally cataloguing each of her friend’s suggestions for future use. She knew that she needed to act swiftly if she wanted to maintain control over her husband and ensure his complete submission to her will.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm golden glow through the windows, Mary could feel herself growing more determined than ever to assert her dominance over her husband once again. And with each passing moment, she knew that there would be no stopping her from implementing every single one of these humiliating tactics – if only to prove just how much power she held over him.