His wife had always been the boss. She took control of him on their first date. The first years of their marriage were superficially conventional. Unlike most husbands, he washed the dishes and clothes.

He was happy to please his wife. And afraid of angering her. Twice she beat him up badly when annoyed.

She was a writer. She wrote Femdom novels and stories. One novel became an underground bestseller. Now she the money to make her life perfect.

She told her husband quit his job. Two weeks later, they moved to an island. One of the secret Femdomnomic islands.

Here dominant women practice the Femdom lifestyle openly. Men live as slaves. Males have no civil rights. Men may not be murdered. Otherwise, there are no rules governing their treatment.

For deeply submissive men, natural slaves, life here is a wonderful and glorious transformation. These men are few.

Most men are terrified. They are trapped. Escape is impossible. Husbands become chattel.

Inside their new home, the wife wasted no time. She knocked her husband to the floor. When ordered to strip, he hesitated. She kicked him. He begged for mercy. After one last, brutal kick, he undressed.

He was trembling and fearful. His wife smiled. Her pleasure at his discomfiture was terrifying.

She seemed more powerful, even omnipotent. And ruthless. Instinct kept his mouth shut. A question might earn more pain.

When she ordered him to kneel, he instantly dropped to his knees. He bowed his head.

She called him slave. That would be his new name. He should forget the name he was born with.

She told him no one here would pity him. All men are slaves of women.

Disobedience, laziness, tardiness, incompetence would all be punished. Mercy was not for the likes of him. He was just another worthless male.

The basement was a dungeon. She would play games with him. And invite other women to play as well.

She took him to a little room. It had a shower, small bed, and chest of drawers. She ordered him to take a shower.

The shower had no temperature knobs. The water was cold. Never again would he enjoy a hot shower or bath.

He dried himself. Without being told, knelt before his wife. He could sense her looking down at him. Smiling, happy with his servility.

Ordered to stand, he obeyed. Mistress Wife handed him a dress. A maid’s outfit. His primary role in life would now be that of a maidservant.

She laughed. How happy she felt. Her pathetic husband was mortified. Far more shame and humiliation would follow.

The next day she told him to put on stockings and heels. Then an ugly, garish wig.

She locked sissy in a chastity device. Masturbation had been his consolation. Never again would he enjoy an orgasm. She would milk him. Making lick up his ejaculate would be hilarious.

She collared sissy slave the next morning. With a leash he was led outdoors. He saw other men being led by women. The Dommes smiled to see the new member of their community and her male.

He burned with shame. The women openly laughed at him. He felt even the women who ignored him were secretly mocking him.

Mistress Wife entered a grocery store with sissy husband in tow. His shame only deepened. She felt nothing but fulfillment. This had been her plan before she even met the man she would marry.