Humiliated Men: Twisted Tales of Female Domination

Chapter One-3

“Oh for god’s sake,” my wife said, standing up to leave. “You got us all the way over here for one of your infantile fantasies?”

“Sharon, sit down!” he said forcefully.

The force of his will caused her to sit but she was mad. I stood up, moved over next to her and sat down.

“Look, Evan,” I said, “I don’t know what you’re playing at but I already know that all that bullshit about how you ‘trained’ Sharon to suck your d**k is a fabrication.”

“What?”

“You heard me, dipshit,” I said. “I know that she never sucked your cock.”

“Sharon,” he said perplexed, “are you telling me that you’ve made him believe that you never…”

“God damn it, Evan, you’re a f*****g asshole,” she snapped.

I was poleaxed. She never sucked my d**k and I had believed her when she told me that she hadn’t sucked his either. I had been sure but the proof was ricocheting off the walls around me.

“I’m sorry, Sharon,” he apologized, “I had no idea. I just naturally assumed that…”

I didn’t hear the end of his sentence because I had this roaring in my ears that drowned out everything around me. When it went away I found the two of them looking at me expectantly.

“So,” Evan said, “do you want to see what I do or not?”

“Why don’t you tell me first,” I said.

“Well, Mike, I train unwilling husbands whose wives want them to be able to suck c**k as a life skill so that they are experts,” he said smugly.

“You are so full of s**t, Evan,” I laughed. “Why would a woman want her man to be able to suck d**k in the first place and why would any guy in his right mind want to learn?”

“You know how they say a picture is worth a thousand words?” he smiled. “Why don’t I just show you?”

Evan opened the hall closet and a naked man crawled out. He wasn’t actually completely naked as he was wearing wrist and ankle cuffs, a thick collar and a chastity belt. The cuffs and collar were joined by short lengths of chains that made it impossible for him to do anything but crawl. A long piece of chain snaked from his collar back to the closet indicating that he was limited as to how far he could crawl.

“This is Robert,” Evan introduced us.

“My god, that’s Gwen’s husband,” I thought.

Robert kept his head down. He looked completely broken. I shuddered to think of how he could have ended up like this.

“Robert is my latest trainee,” Evan bragged. “He has done very well. Gwen comes tomorrow to take him home.”

“Hello, Robert,” my wife said brightly as if this were a normal meeting and she might be inviting him to join us for a drink.

“He knows better than to talk,” Evan laughed, “even when the collar is turned off.”

“Why is he doing this?” I asked.

“He begged me to train him,” Evan replied.

“He what?” I said disbelievingly.

“I don’t take anyone on for training unless they kneel naked at my feet and beg me to teach them to suck cock.”

“What do you think, Mikey?” my wife asked teasingly. “Would you like to ask Evan to train you?”

“Are you out of your f*****g mind?” I snapped, looking at her in horror. “Why would I want to do that?”

“For me,” she purred snuggling into me, “in case I want to get a boyfriend.”

“What?”

She ignored my outburst and turned to Evan and asked, “Can you give us a demonstration?”

“Robert!” Evan said, snapping his fingers and pointing to my crotch.

Laden down as he was with all of the chains it was impressive how fast he got to me, fished my d**k out and had his lips around it. I tried to push him away but it was like pushing an anvil and Sharon was distracting me by kissing me and fondling my balls. The combination and the fact that I hadn’t had a blow job since I married her worked its magic. I gave myself over to pleasure. As soon as I stopped fighting Sharon moved away from me and turned her attention to Evan.

“So how much do you charge, Evan?” I heard her ask through my s****l fog.

“I normally get ten thousand dollars for the full course,” he said, “but for you, Sharon, I’d be willing to train him for free.”

“For free?” she laughed, “and why is that, Evan?”

“I…”

“You haven’t gotten over me, have you, Evan?”

“No, I haven’t,” he said, “and I really haven’t gotten over my best friend stabbing me in the back like he did.”

“So, if I want him trained what do I need to do?” she asked.

“I went over that,” Evan said. “He needs to beg.”

“He’s not going to do that,” she complained. “Can’t you just like force him or something?”

“No. He has to ask,” he said firmly.

Sharon turned to me. I could see the wheels spinning. Harold had finished draining me and was waiting for further instruction. I put my d**k away and zipped up. Sharon c****d her head toward Evan and smiled at me.

“Ask him for me, won’t you, Mike?” she asked sweetly as if she were asking me to get her coat or something.

I shook my head in disbelief. I looked at Evan and back at her. Some dynamic that I didn’t understand was happening and somehow both of them looked at me eagerly as if I were going to do as she asked. I stood up and walked to the door.

“I’ll be in the car,” I said to my wife.

***

She wouldn’t let me touch her after that. Anytime I tried to get something started she would look at me sweetly and tell me that she would make love to me as soon as Evan said I was a graduate of his course. Her withholding s*x was driving me crazy so I started m**********g when she wasn’t around. It wasn’t the same but at least it was something and it took the edge off. Then she caught me playing with myself and told me that if she caught me again she would make me wait six months after I graduated.

In some ways it was an empty threat as I didn’t intend to ever graduate, but it made me more careful about not getting caught. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I thought she’d get horny enough that she would give in. Even as careful as I was she eventually walked in on me again with my hand pumping.

“I warned you about that, didn’t I, Mike?”

“Sharon, this is crazy,” I said. “I don’t ever plan on learning to suck c**k. Can’t we just go back to the way we were?”

“No. Do you want to try for a year?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I told you six months after graduation and I mean it,” she said. “If I catch you again it will be a year.”

“f**k you, Sharon,” I said angrily. “Make it forever because I don’t intend to stop.”

She looked at me for a moment with narrowed eyes and then said, “Okay, Mike, let’s make it a year. And I see I’m going to have to use firmer measures.”

“Firmer measures?” I parroted but she was gone.

***

I didn’t stop m**********g but I made sure I only did it at work in the men’s john or when she was out of the house. I think she knew but she couldn’t catch me. I still believed that I would be able to wear her down right up until the morning I woke up with some high tech hunk of metal covering my crotch.

“Sharon,” I screamed trying desperately to feel my d**k, “what the hell is this thing?”

She turned over and looked at me.

“Firmer measures,” she laughed, turning back away.

“Honey, this isn’t funny,” I said.

“It’s not meant to be funny, Mikey.”

“Take it off,” I demanded.

“I can’t,” she said.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I don’t have the key,” she giggled.

I knew the f*****g answer before I asked but I asked anyway, “Where is it?”

“Evan’s holding it until you graduate.”

***

I spent the next three weeks trying everything I could to get the hatful thing off but nothing worked. It was slow in coming but eventually the nagging pinprick in my brain got large enough that I could see my only option. I was going to have to cave in to my wife’s demands.

“Okay, Sharon, you win,” I whispered one morning after not sleeping the entire night.

“I knew I would,” she said smugly.

“I don’t know why you are doing this but I guess I don’t have any choice but to ask you to please have me trained as a…a…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. Actually saying the word caused my throat to close up like I was having an allergic reaction.

“Oh, Mikey, you’re so cute like that.”

“What?”

“You never had a bit of trouble using the word ‘cocksucker’ when you were talking about some bimbo who was going to ‘Hoover’ your d**k but when it’s you you’re talking about you get all choked up.”

“Sharon, please, I’ve agreed to what you want.”

“Yes you have, haven’t you?” she giggled. “Now let’s have a rehearsal.”

“Huh?”

“For the real thing, Mikey.”

“The real thing?” I asked perplexed.

“Yes,” she said happily, “in front of Evan.”

“In front of Evan?” I said, horrified.

“Mike,” she said sternly, “take off your clothes, get on your knees and ask me as if I were Evan.”

“Sharon, I…”

“Two years then,” she said casually.

I ripped my clothes off and fell at her feet. Her nonchalant use of ‘two years’ had frightened me.

“Why don’t you kiss my feet and ask, Mikey?”

“Please, Sharon…”

“Mike!”

“I’m sorry… Please, Evan, please make me a…a…”

“Mike, are you trying for three years?”

I swallowed and let my world dissolve.

“Please, Evan,” I choked out, “please train me to s…suck cock.”

“See, Mikey, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” my wife beamed. “Now crawl out and get in the trunk and we’ll go and do it for real.”

From Husband to Possession with the Stroke of a Pen

“Are you sure this is what you want, Jason?”

“Yes, Mary, I’m sure.”

“It won’t be a game.”

“I don’t want it to be.”

“If you sign that you will belong to me,” she pointed out.

“Yes.”

“Like a possession.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“To use any way I see fit.”

“I know.”

“To modify any way I feel like.”

“Modify?” I gulped.

“Read the contract.”

“What do you mean, modify, Mary?” I asked.

“Modify means modify, Jason, think about it.”

I thought about it. I supposed she meant my behavior, my conduct, my attitude but perhaps also my body like tattoos and piercings. The thought excited me.

“Okay,” I said.

“And dispose of when I want to,” she said.

“Dispose of?” I said, my anxiety level rising.

“Yes, dispose of like I would any other possession that I’m tired of or want to change.”

“But, Mary, don’t you love me?”

“Jason, I love my red Jimmy Choo shoes in the closet but when I get tired of them I’ll give them away or sell them on E-Bay. If you sign that contract you will be just another of my possessions.”

“But…”

“Jason, don’t sign it then.”

“I just didn’t think that it would be so…so inhumane.”

“You didn’t?” she laughed.

“No, I…”

“You thought it would be a game,” she interrupted.

“Well…”

“You said you didn’t want it to be a game,” she said.

“I don’t.”

“Trust me, Jason, if you sign that it won’t be.”

I was scared. Actually I was frightened out of my mind at the matter-of-fact way she had been discussing what I would be if I signed. I looked at her and the same soft eyes that I had shared a bed with for ten years looked back at me. My body was shivering like I was standing in a blizzard without anything on. I was so panicked that I thought my heart was going to break my chest wall but my d**k was throbbing. My d**k won. I pulled the contract to me and signed it. I looked back up at my wife and watched as those eyes morphed into two glacial orbs of ice.

“Undress, slave,” she said coldly. “You will never wear clothes again.”

I slowly pulled my clothes off. Her demeanor scared me but the rush of giving up control was still driving my needs and I ignored her eyes. When I was naked I stood waiting for her next command. She walked to the hall closet and came back carrying a small travel bag. She reached into the bag and her hand came out with a metal collar. She obviously had known I was going to sign and had prepared.

“Lock this on your neck,” she said handing me the collar and a padlock.

I put the collar on and looked at her. She smiled a frosty smile and produced a steel chastity belt.

“Now put this on,” she said, dropping it at my feet.

“Mary I…”

The rest of my sentence was lost as her hand came out with a remote and the pain at my neck had me staggering.

“More respectfully, slave,” she said. “Use Miss or Ma’am.”

“Miss Mary,” I said deferentially, “is this necessary?”

“Yes.”

“But why, Miss?”

“Because slaves don’t have the right to play with themselves,” she said.

“How often will I be allowed out, Miss?” I asked with trepidation.

“Never.”

“Never?” I echoed, horrified.

“No. Slaves are only allowed the pleasure that they derive from serving their Mistress.”

“But, Mary I…”

She used a level that put me on the ground that time. I looked up at her and didn’t see a trace of pity or concern. Maybe this wasn’t exactly what I wanted after all.