Enslaved & Sissified by Mature Wife
A wedding day picture. The ball gag blocks speech. With eyes alone, the young husband begs his mature wife. His pleas for mercy and explanation are met with contemptuous smiles.
They married that morning. Only a marriage certificate. No ceremony, no wedding party. She did want to go on a honeymoon. They would spend two weeks at an isolated cabin she owned.
First she wanted her husband to meet her oldest friend. They drove to the woman’s home. The house was old, ornate and well-maintained. A cheerful color scheme made the exterior seem almost gleeful.
He expected to meet a kindly older woman.
His wife had a key. The lights were off. The young husband followed his wife down a hall to a door. Opening it, she bade him to precede her. Stairs went down to the basement.
No one seemed present.
A shadow flickered. Someone grabbed his left arm, bent it behind his back. Then his wife pulled his other arm back.
Handcuffs clicked. He protested and threatened. But only for seconds. Something was shoved into his mouth. Leather straps held it in place.
His wife and the unseen stranger stripped off his clothes. Scissors shredded his shirt.
Something locked around his waist. His legs were thrust into boots.
His captors pulled him to a bondage pole. He was immobile.
An outré, fearful hooded woman came from behind. She smiled.
His wife emerged from the other side. She also smiled. Both women seemed amused.
They found his helplessness funny. He feared for his life. He loved his wife. Now he was terrified by her. He felt sick, confused.
His wife tightened the corset. Breathing became difficult. His terror deepened.
Together the women pierced his nipples. They inserted nipple rings that hung from chains.
Finally, his wife spoke.
She married him because he would make an excellent slave. Their honeymoon would be two weeks of indoctrination and training. What he felt now was irrelevant. He would soon be servile and obedient.
The masked Domme would accompany him. She would aid in his conditioning and mental adjustment. The women were lovers. Neither wanted sex with men.
His sex life had ended. A male chastity device would prevent him from having erections. He would have many chores. The energy he once put into sex would now be channeled into service.
His penis would serve two purposes: urination and discipline. Phallic punishment assured male slaves’ obedience.
His male clothing would be destroyed.
He would become a sissy maidservant. After cleaning her house, he would tidy up her girlfriend’s. Demanding, strenuous labor. He would sweep, mop and dust without the aid of electricity.
Failures in home cleaning would be punished. As would any deviation from rules or lapse in humble demeanor.
He would suffer. Exemplary servitude would minimize punishment.
She was a sadist, even the best behavior would not exempt him from dungeon playtime.
After the explanation, the male was made to kneel in a wooden box. A tight fit. Cramps were inevitable.
Even today he is boxed when transported.
Sissy is an outstanding maidservant. The two Mistress Owners’ homes are spotless. Occasionally, he is lent to other Dommes.
The slave is too busy to wonder whether he is happy. He knows his place and stays there.