Most of my books are
about female domination, usually the domination of husbands by wives. In my book "Breaking in Her
Husband" a wife uses extreme measures to not only break in but break down
her husband in an attempt to turn him into the perfect slave. Those methods
include but are not limited to:
Whipping, Forced Feminization, Humiliation, Cuckolding and Bondage and
Discipline. Below you will find an
excerpt from that book. I have included
a link at the end of the snippet.
With cramps in his
arms, shoulders and legs, Marcus could do nothing except dangle from the
hook. He was completely helpless to
resist when Janine came down in the morning and lowered him to the floor. She did not take off his hood until she had
fastened some type of harness around his waist. She released his hands from his cuffs but he was not in any shape
to offer any resistance as she replaced the cuffs with a new set. Finally she removed the hood so that he
could see. After being in complete
darkness the lights in the room hurt his eyes and he had to blink several times
to allow them to adjust. She pulled the
earplugs out so that he could hear her and then removed the ball gag.
He moaned and began
begging her to massage the knots out of his muscles. She had on a pair of boots with some type of hard plastic
serrated soles and she obliged by using those to roughly maneuver the muscles
in his shoulders, arms and finally his legs.
She took delight as she noticed the bruises that her boots were causing
and she vowed that later she was going to stretch him out and do a complete
walk over his entire body with them.
Only when he begged her to stop did she finally relent.
"I don't care if
you have to shuffle, hop or crawl, but I want you upstairs in 5 minutes
preparing my breakfast. If you fail me
you will be trussed up again for the rest of the day. Work or hang are your only options."
With great effort he
managed to get up on his hands and knees.
He now was able to determine that his hands were connected to a leather
harness she had locked into place around his middle. His cuffs were attached with chains that were long enough for him
to use his hands but with some degree of effort. And his boots were still secured together with that short rope
making it impossible for him to move quickly.
With every ounce of strength he had he forced himself to his feet and
began the laborious task of climbing the stairs.
Janine had a severe
look on her face by the time he entered the kitchen. "You cut that one pretty close, slave. In fact you are a couple minutes over but I
have to weigh the advantage of your performing manual labor against the
pleasure I would get from knowing you are in pain. If you do a good enough job of cooking perhaps I will let you do
housework for the rest of the day instead of returning to the hook in the
basement."
