Femdom Objectification Game
She was not aware of Femdom but she did know that she wanted a husband who was little more than her slave.
She chose a man with a good job. He was shy and passive. Easily she bent him to her will. He never argued, always cooperated.
Many wives would be satisfied with that. She found that she wanted more. Slavery was not just a figurative expression. She wanted her husband on his hands and knees.
She would turn him into a literal and actual slave. With subtle cunning, she curtailed many of his activities. Disconnected him from old friends. Even family. She took over control of his free time and paycheck. Soon everything he did was at her direction. He gave it no thought. Having his wife make all the decisions left him happier.
The day came when the wife was ready to move her husband to the next phase. Real slavery.
One Friday after he came home and cooked supper, his wife led him the recreation room. An oddly contrived metal device lay on the floor. His wife said they were going to play a game. Used to doing as ordered he let her lock the pieces together, binding his legs, arms, neck and face.
She added a funnel just above his mouth.
She told her husband that they were going to play a game called Objectification. He would be an object, a trash receptacle. He tried to speak, to object. A metal band suppressed his words. His wife giggled with amusement. Poor pathetic hubby, this week would begin a new and terrifying life.
She relaxed and smoked a couple of cigarettes. The funnel was a good ashtray. As she finished each cigarette, she tossed in the butt.
She never chewed gum. She bought a pack just for the game. Her husband choked – but only for a second – on her discarded chewing gum.
The husband could not move. He joints and muscles began to ache. Pain brought tears. Seeing her husband cry made the wife laugh. She did not know how much she would enjoy his anguish.
Late that night she freed his legs and arms. Leading him to the bathroom, she chained his collar to the wall. He would spend the night there. With the toilet near, he would have water to drink and would not soil anything with his excrement.
Her husband’s forlorn confusion aroused her. In bed that night, she masturbated to images of the many torments she planned.
The Objectification Game continued over the weekend. Sunday night his wife introduced him to the Whipping Game.
Terrified of his wife, confused the husband never tried to fight back. He was a natural slave.
Now when speaks to her he bows his head and addresses her as ‘Mistress.’
She glories in his meekness and fear.