Ethan Terrey


The words that began Ethan Terrey’s descent into slavery echoed in his head as he stared blankly out the window of his corner office. “You will be at my home and we’ll discuss your future then,”  Elizabeth Fairchild said to him 42 years earlier. 

Those were the words Ethan Terrey remembered from his youth. The words of Elizabeth Fairchild echoed in his head as he stared blankly out his corner office window. Elizabeth molded him into a slave 42 years earlier. She introduced him to his wife, Maggie, at the conclusion of his senior year and explained how Ethan had been molded beginning with his sophomore year at Wisconsin. Maggie’s funeral was on Ethan’s mind as he pondered his future.
For the first time since college, Ethan was free.  He felt a mix of relief and sadness. He experienced the entire emotional cycle of grief including denial and acceptance. His wife and owner of his being was gone. Slavery is more strenuous than most men fantasize. The next chapter of his life was uncertain but nevertheless gave him pause for optimism. 
Ethan had not had an unsupervised orgasm from the day he met Miss Elizabeth. During a 38-year marriage he had been trained to obediently fulfill domestic responsibilities; offer sexual devotion; accept strenuous rules of protocol; endured harsh corporal punishment; and even accept that his wife took on other lovers. She wielded control of all finances and made all decisions in their marriage from home décor to vacation planning. Ethan was the workhorse who provided handsomely for their household while treated as a subservient inferior by his wife. 

His friends considered him pussy whipped. Two of them in his circle had become lovers to his wife and, after her passing, one of them implied he expected things of Ethan, although he felt to hollowed out to consider what he meant. The financial control of his future would be explained by the lawyer later in the week. Maggie had set up a trust for him, thus ensuring she would still wield control even after her passing. 

He was free, but wasn’t. He could lead his life as desired, but still wondered what limitations might be foisted upon him. The day he signed the papers Maggie had him bound face down in their makeshift basement dungeon. He had been punished and tortured into agreeing to the living trust that ensured he would never fully control the wealth he had accumulated in his lifetime. 

It was 7:15 am and his mind was foggy. The chastity device he had worn for decades was no longer confining his genitals. He was a real man again, at least on the surface.  Four decades of conditioning were hard to break and he teared up thinking of Maggie. She had been loving and they enjoyed wonderful vacations and the pleasure of raising two beautiful daughters. They built a nice home and had good friends, although they all recognized who wore the pants in the family.

It was a 1950s household in reverse.  Ethan was always well groomed and attended to guests needs when they entertained. His daughters presumed their father was expected to do laundry and clean. If Ethan wasn’t traveling, Maggie expected him to have a dinner ready for her and the family. If the house was not clean or the yard not properly groomed, there were consequences from mild to severe. Her loss left a big hole for Ethan and, although he expected he would regain control over his life, he wondered how much happiness he could find given the loss of her guidance and power. 

It made his life easier in some ways.  Slavery was hard. Rules meant that he was always vigilant about performing as expected. He felt in some ways that he had never grown up and stared out the window, suddenly thinking not of his late wife, but of his late teacher and trainer, Elizabeth Fairchild.

As a 19-year old sophomore, he had been ineligible to register for classes. Moneys that were promised by his uncle never materialized and his widowed mother was unable to help.  After returning to the Madison campus for the University of Wisconsin, Ethan felt a sense of relief and optimism. He had worked a summer to pay off the lingering debt of his tuition and would find a job as a busboy at a local restaurant. He also applied for financial aid and believed he had a plan that would work.

The only obstacle for him was housing. The prices on apartments was high and his friends from his freshman year were unable to offer him a room in their dwellings. As Ethan pursued the campus ads for housing, one grabbed his attention. 

It read:
Ideal situation for financially struggling male student. Widowed homeowner will provide housing in exchange for domestic labor services and home maintenance. Requirements are austere and a detailed interview is required prior to acceptance for the position. 

Ethan called and got Elizabeth’s voice on the phone. Her tone was direct and she stated that several boys had already applied, “Why should I accept you?” she asked tersely.

Ethan thought quickly and said, “I really need a place to live and I’ll do the work you want.”
Elizabeth responded by saying that Ethan’s needs were less important to her than her own. She told him that she expected the work to be done without negotiation or hesitation. She added, “A lot of boys need this place and are willing to do the work. You are no different. Why should I interview you?”

“I have skills around the home,” Ethan said while feeling a strange sense of inferiority. He realized he had to prove himself quickly and added. “My uncle taught me how to fix a lot of things around the home and I worked during high school as a landscaping laborer. I think I could do the things you need.”

“Those are good skills,” Elizabeth said unemotionally.  “I will grant you an interview. When can you come this week?”

School was starting the second week of September and it was August 31st. He told her he could be there any day she requested and was quickly told to arrive at Elizabeth Fairchild’s home at 10:00 Thursday, two days later. She told him to wear a pair of dark pants, a proper collared shirt and to be properly clean. She promised that the dialogue, even if he weren’t accepted as her resident, would be beneficial. “You will be at my home and we’ll discuss your future then.”

After the call, Ethan sat and stared at his phone. It was weird. Elizabeth was weird. She was direct and a little mean. He was unsure if he should go, but secretly harbored thoughts of shame. The arousal he felt was real and he knew there was no way any fantasies in the dark recesses of his mind would materialize in reality. 

* * * * *

Two days later, Ethan arrived five minutes before the appointed time.  In the two days since the conversation, he mostly thought about the benefit of having a place to live without tapping into his very limited financial resources. As his six-year old 1972 Chevy Nova winded up the driveway, he saw something akin to an estate located eleven miles from the campus.  The drive took him by Kettle Moraine, a hilly area not affected over half a million years by the ebb and flow of massive global glaciation. The landscape was stunning and something he hadn’t ever seen as a flatlander growing up in the south Chicago suburbs. 

Trees lined the two acre property and provided a privacy Elizabeth Fairchild relished. The house was a large Georgian brick adorned with a façade of large windows divided into small pains of glass. Ethan immediately wondered if he might be expected to wash those windows, a task he believed could take an entire weekend for the 6,000 square foot two-story mansion. 

Elizabeth answered the doorbell and stood silently examining the young man on her porch. She was wearing lime capri pants and a tasteful floral blouse. She was vibrant and petite, although her size belied her formidable power. Even though she was in her late fifties, Ethan found her exceedingly attractive. 

“Hi, I’m Ethan,” he said while his feet remained anchored to the porch. Elizabeth’s calm demeanor sent out a hormonal warning not to presume he would be invited in. She instead studied the boy for a moment before standing aside and allowing him into her home.

They sat at the kitchen table which overlooked a beautifully landscaped deck and garden. The dialogue covered a multitude of topics including Ethan’s educational background, the suddenly loss of his father during Ethan’s adolescence, and his financial challenges. Elizbeth probed without hesitation into any subject she deemed worthy of discussing.

Finally she explained that she was widowed and very fortunate for her late husband’s significant financial success. She chose to never remarry and made it her business to mentor young men striving to complete their college education. She bluntly said that Ethan was an exception to her rule of recruiting sophomores because the “break-in period” she envisioned could last between six and twelve months. Ethan was an exception to her rule because, she overtly stated, of his handyman skills and, secretly, she sensed a financial dependence which had already rendered him broken and needy. He was, in a word, submissive by nature. 

“Do you have any questions?” she asked.

Ethan asked a lot of expected questions about the room he’d stay in and the expectations she had of his labor services. He asked about keeping food there to eat and how much time he could devoted to his studies in between. Elizabeth answered every question honestly an allowed Ethan to realize that the duties for which he volunteered might be more than originally envisioned. 

She asked him, “Did you have any questions about the austerity of my expectations?”

It hit Ethan that the word appeared in her ad and that he hadn’t bothered to look it up. He confessed as much and suffered a stare that made him feel small. Then Elizabeth said, “That’s not a good start for you. I’m extending an offer that can help you achieve collegiate success and you have determined that my words are not enough to comprehend. If you are to fulfill your duties as part of my offer to you, I’d expect you’d be a better listener. What do you think?”

Ethan was embarrassed in a way that Elizabeth enjoyed even though she made no display of it. “Yes. I’m sorry. I should have looked up the word.”

“But you didn’t,” Elizabeth reminded him, offering him no quarter. 

“No,” Ethan said, not embarrassed. “I guess I didn’t.”

“There is no guessing. You didn’t.”

Ethan sat quietly, not knowing how to respond to the intimidation, nor recognizing it was a test of his psychology that he was passing with flying colors. Elizabeth could see he was accepting her authority over him. She remained silent and waited for Ethan to speak, but received no response. Even better, she thought. He knows to speak when spoken to.

“Did you?” she asked with rhetorical finality, although expecting an answer.

“No. I didn’t, Ma'am” Ethan admitted, wondering if this would be his last chance for the opportunity. As he sat there, his synapses delivered an internal conversation in nanoseconds about the foolishness of wanting this position while realizing Elizabeth Fairchild might be a psycho. Nevertheless, he sat and answered her query, humbly and obediently.

“Good boy,” she said. “I think we’ve explored enough for today and I would like you to think about my offer to you.”  At that point, she stood and retrieved two pieces of paper stapled together. They included a list of house rules and tasks a resident would be expected to fulfill.  She slid them to Ethan and explained the next steps in her vetting process.

“You’re not the only boy I am interviewing. I admit you show promise and would benefit greatly under my mentorship. I have one young man always living here until he graduates. That young man could be you. During that time, he abides by my rules and becomes a stellar student with a great future. The conditions are austere…”

She paused and smiled. “But you don’t know what that means do you? Your assignment is two-fold, that is if you wish to be considered. First, look up the word austere. Second, given your future understanding of the word, I expect an application for the position. I want an essay between 600 and 700 words as to why I should grant you this opportunity and how far you are willing to go to earn my guidance.

“Do you have any questions?” she asked with finality. 

Ethan glanced at the list, wondering if window washing was on it. He looked up at Elizabeth and said, “No.”

“No, Ma’am.” Elizabeth said.

“No, Ma’am?” Ethan asked curiously.

“No,” Elizbeth said. “Don’t ask. Say it.  If you wish to live here for the remainder of your collegiate career without having to spend a penny of your own money, you will learn to say ‘yes, Ma’am’ and ‘no, Ma’am’ when asked questions by me. Understood?” 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Do you still want to be considered for the position?” 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Very well. One last thing.  You may not ask another person about this. You may not ask your friends or mother. You must review this document, write an essay, and make this decision on your own. Voluntarily.  If I choose you, it will be on a day to which you look back that will be one of the best days of your life. I expect you to write the essay tonight and share it with me at the same time tomorrow. I will read it while you are here.

“We have a bit of a problem though, don’t we?”

“What is the problem?” Ethan asked.

“What is the problem….what?” Elizabeth asked.

Ethan sat and looked confused until Elizabeth reminded him of his place and how she was to be addressed. “Ma’am,” she said quietly with a maternal quality.

“Oh,” Ethan said without a hint of resentment. “What is the problem, Ma’am?”

“You drove up from Chicago and it’s 3 hours each way. Do you have a place to stay?”

Ethan realized he had become so mesmerized that the logistics of follow-up meeting never entered his mind. He had money for a hotel, but hated to waste it. Driving back and forth would be a long way for something that might not materialize. Still, he was secretly aroused. Something strange was happening again. The rapid-fire synaptic conversation deep in the recesses of his hormonal boy brain was painting pictures of a relationship that was likely to never materialize.

The thing Ethan didn’t know was that the reality of the relationship would extend far beyond his imagination.

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The Breaking In Ceremony

The invitation read: 

Come watch as I break in my new manpet, David
Wine and snacks will be served. 

Her girlfriends all loved Bella's manpet breaking parties. Although they had not yet achieved the same comfort in the FLR lifestyle as Bella, they enjoyed watching and learning from her. And they were fascinated by the number of men of all ages that were her willing servants. 

Alison, Beth and Cindy were greeted at the door by a 6 foot tall, completely naked older man. 

"Hello. My name is David," I said nervously. I was not used to any of this and it showed. The women could see me turn red with embarrassment as my manhood was obviously engorging at their presence. 

With a smile the blond woman introduced herself, "Hello, David, I'm Alison, and this is Beth and Cindy." 

I nodded nervously, all the while thinking how strange it was to know that they were here to watch Bella peg me. It was not what I had anticipated when I agreed to be pegged by Bella. We had been corresponding for years about the FLR lifestyle- and particularly in her love of discipline and pegging and my curiosity in experiencing it. She knew I was an 'anal virgin' which in many ways made it more exciting (for both of us). But it was difficult for us to get together, until now. 

When I finally was able to make it to see her, she invited me to stay in her apartment. Soon after I arrived she laid out the ground rules: The first was that I was there to serve her- the entire time I was visiting. She told me that she wanted me to undress completely and give her all my belongings. I was to be completely dependent on her.  
I have to admit that I was shocked at first. I did not expect Bella to be so direct. But, somehow I knew that it was what I wanted as well. She watched me undress- making me feel extremely ill-at-ease and nervous. We had been corresponding so much and I knew what she wanted to do with me. I was undressing for her pleasure and for my eventual pegging... She had seen several pictures of me naked and remarked how much she liked to fuck my ass. Yet, now as I undressed for her I found myself hoping that she would not be disappointed with me in person. It seemed crazy, but I wanted her to ogle at me like a sex object. It made me feel both humiliated and aroused. 

When I finally got undressed, she collected all my clothes and belongings and locked it in a closet. She put the key around her neck and sat on the couch.
"David," she said, "Before we begin, why don't you come kneel by my feet and show me your gratitude." 

I was disoriented and confused. I really was not expecting to be in such a submissive situation so quickly, but there I was completely naked, completely erect and completely submissive at Bella's feet. 

"Gratitude for what?" I asked revealing my disorientation.
Bella's expression turned very solemn. "It looks like you need a little education and discipline. I want you to get up and get me the paddle on the table over there and bring it to me."
I thought of asking why, but I decided to just obey. I got up and walked with my engorged phallus swinging awkwardly. I brought it back and handed it to her. Bella then ordered me to lay across her lap. I hesitated. It seemed so unnatural for a man my age to get over her lap for a paddling. 
"David," she said, "This is your last chance."
I decided to comply and awkwardly got myself over her knees. As I settled down I could feel my erection press into her thighs and wondered if she noticed. She only said, "Good boy." as she ran her hand over my now vulnerable buttocks. I now found myself wondering if she found them to her liking. But she did not comment on that either. She said, "Now, this is your first lesson. You are my manpet and like any new pet, you need to be trained and disciplined to please your new Mistress"
She started paddling me with loud thwacks- and I started to feel my buttocks burning.
"You, will, need, to, show, me, your, gratitude, at, all, times." she said between blows. "You, can, start, by, kissing, my, feet, and, then, showing, your, gratitude, in, other, ways. Understand?"
"Yes" I grunted. "Please stop...let me show my gratitude..." 

She mercifully stopped and watched me as I struggled to get off her lap and then kneel down at her feet again. This time, I bent down and as I continued to feel the burning in my buttocks, I kissed her feet. 

"Thank you for inviting me, Miss Bella. Thank you for taking me for your manpet. I look forward to the training and to serve you!" I found the words came out easily- without hesitation and with unexpected ardor. Whatever awkwardness I may have felt in submitting to her before had completely disappeared. 

She held out her hand and said, "That's better! Now kiss the hand that punished you!"
I did it and thanked her again. She seemed to be satisfied.

"Now, let me tell you about the rest of the evening," She said. "In about a half an hour a few of my girlfriends are coming over to witness your submission to me."
She could see that I was confused and a bit uneasy. She smiled.
"All my new manpets have a submission ceremony. It's a little like a FLR wedding ceremony. These women will be our witnesses."
"A submission ceremony?" was all I managed to ask. 

"Yes, David. A ceremony where you pledge your devotion to me and I consummate your vows by making you mine."
My heart started to beat hard as I began to understand what she meant. And yet, I also felt myself get hard. 

"I finally get to fuck that tight ass of yours..." she said with a lascivious sparkle of  in her eyes reminding me of our previous correspondence. It was a look that made me feel a sexual vulnerability I had never felt before. She smiled, leaned over and stroked my face and said, "Poor man, you look like a frightened virgin about to have his first experience." 

She was right. It was exactly how I felt; and I was not used to it.
"It's OK. I picked out a nice dildo for you and I promise to be gentle." 

"Thank you." Was all I could say.
After an awkward silence, Bella said, "Well, you need to get ready. I suggest you go and take a shower and get yourself ready for the ceremony. There is no time for an enema, but I suggest you clean yourself back there for me and then use this lube." She said as she handed me a tube of lube. "Be sure to use a lot of it."
"Yes, Miss." I said as I stood up and went to the bathroom. 

But I wasn't prepared to having her watch as I showered. She wanted me to show her how I soaped and washed my penis and anus. And then after watching me dry myself off she handed me the lube and watched as I applied some to my finger and inserted it into my anus. She could see that I was fully erect as I reached behind and started to insert my finger. I looked at her look at me as I felt my sphincter squeeze my finger. I wanted to please her, so I tried again until I finally got it in. As my finger entered, she saw me take a short breath and try to suppress a groan.

"Good boy." She said. "Now spread it around inside for me."
I did as she asked and finally took my finger out. She watched as I washed my hand and wiped my buttocks again with a wet rag. 

"Now, we don't have much time," Bella said. "The girls will be here any minute. I want you to answer the door, show them into the living room and take their wine orders. You will treat them with the same respect and submission as you do for me. Any misbehavior and you will get another punishment..."
"Yes Miss."
So by the time the doorbell rang, I was already feeling very different. As I showed the women in and took their wine orders, I was conscious of my still burning buttocks, my lubricated anus and my very obvious erection. I could not have felt more chastened and humbled. As I walked off to get the wine, I could hear Alison comment on my red ass. Bella responded that she had had to teach me the rules. They all giggled. 

When I returned and started handing out the wine, Beth asked me if I was ready for the ceremony. I was not sure if she knew about my lubed anus so I hesitated. 

"He's is all lubed and ready for me, aren't you, David?" Bella asked making me more embarrassed. 

"Yes Miss."
"It's such a nice red ass," Alison said with a knowing smile. 

I saw Bella smile as well. "It's time for the ceremony to begin," she said. She put down her wine and gave me a card to read. "Now, David, in front of these witnesses, I want you to kneel at my feet and give me these vows."
"Yes, Miss," I said as I knelt down and looked at the card. I read out loud:
"Dear Mistress Bella. I offer you my body and my sex to own and to discipline. I offer you my anus as a symbol of my complete submission to you and your will." I stopped and showed my obvious nervousness at what I was saying. "Please accept it."
There was a short pause, and then Bella smiled. "David, I gladly accept it. Now get up and let's all go into the bedroom so I can consummate your vows and make you mine."
I stood up and followed Bella and was conscious of the other women following me to my 'deflowering'. 

They sat in a couch next to the bed and Cindy took out her camera. Bella told me to bend over the railing at the foot of the bed, spread my legs so that she can have good access to my scrotum and anus and stick my ass up high for her. I did this with my face flat on the bed facing the women to my right. I felt completely helpless and submissive. 

Standing where I could see her, Bella put on her strap-on dildo and held it up so I can see. I could see that it was long and mercifully thin with several bumps on the end that looked like graduated beads. I understood that these were there to stimulate my prostate.
I watched as she put on gloves and take out a tube of lubricant. While she started to lubricate the dildo she looked over to me and said, "I picked this out just for you, David."
"Thank you," I said meekly. 

Bella then walked over behind me and I felt her fondle my scrotum and feel my erection. It served to confirm to her my willingness and consent (and she so declared to the witnesses). Then I felt her finger on the rim of my anus. She rubbed around the verge of the anus and then I felt her finger go in. My sphincter reflexively squeezed at her finger.
"Now relax for me, David!" 

I tried the best I could to relax my sphincter for her as I felt her finger invade deep inside me. She probed much deeper than I had managed to get on my own. And I felt her move it all around inside with the confidence of experience. Then just as quickly, she withdrew it, making my sphincter spasm. 

"Now we are ready!" Bella said and gave my buttock a loud slap. "David: As I enter you, I want you to repeat your vow: I offer you my anus as a symbol of my complete submission to you and your will."
"Yes Miss." 

And she began to consummate my vows and own me, as I grunted out my vows: "I offer you my anus as a symbol of my complete submission to you and your will."
"Now we are ready!" Bella said and gave my buttock a loud slap. A slap designed to remind me of my earlier paddling and reinforce her dominance over me. "David: As I enter you, I want you to repeat your vow to me: I offer you my anus as a symbol of my complete submission to you and your will."

"Yes Miss." My heart started to pound as I felt her fingers guide her dildo to the verge of my anus. As I started to recite my vow, I found myself concentrating completely on my ready to be breached anus. "I offer you my anus as a symbol of my complete submission to you and your will." Strangely, the words helped me relax a bit as I found myself accepting my fate.

My head was tilted toward the three women sitting and watching. They were sipping their wine, taking pictures and smiling- they were clearly enjoying watching my impending deflowering. Their attention was directed to Bella and my pregnable and ready behind.  

"Don't fight it David," Bella said with a patronizing tone. "It's no use fighting me. Let me have my way with you. Relax for me, open up, surrender to me." 

"I'm trying, Mistress," I said still looking at the women and wondering if they knew how humiliating this was for me? A grown man learning how to relax his sphincter so he can be fucked. 

Then, I felt my anus being invaded. It was quick and I let out an involuntary moan. 

"Good boy! Now that I am in, there is nothing you can do. You are mine," she said as I felt her very slowly advance the dildo deeper and deeper into me. She was right, I felt my sphincter involuntarily squeeze against the invading probe, but to no avail. Soon I felt a very strange pressure-like sensation that was strangely pleasurable. I recognized it from when my doctor performed a rectal exam to feel my prostate. She would always apologize just before and say that I will feel her press on my prostate. The feeling now was more intense and it seemed to heighten and lessen as Bella advanced the beaded dildo. 

I soon realized I was moaning and groaning and clenching my fists. I could see Alison laugh and Cindy snap a picture with her camera. 

Then I felt Bella lean forward, give a final thrust of her pelvis that elicited a loud groan from me and ask, "How does it feel to surrender to me? To be my manpet?"
I wasn't sure how to answer. All I could feel was my sphincter hopelessly squeezing against Bella's invading dildo and the deep strange sensation of the dildo deep inside me. Yet, it also made me feel a degree of submission I had never felt before. It felt humiliating and erotic at the same time. 

"It feels like you own me, Miss." 

It seemed to please Bella. She reached her hand around my waist and felt for my neglected manhood which she found quite engorged. 

"I don't own you yet," She said fondling my erection,  "But, I am going to fuck you until you cum; and when you do cum, your ass, your body and your manhood will officially belong to me."
Then she straightened up and put her hands on my buttocks; and I felt the dildo withdraw. It was just as intense as when it was going in, but faster. Then she pushed it in and I gave another involuntary moan as I felt the dildo massage my prostate.
She drove it in and out a few more times, each time a bit faster and each time the feeling was more intense (and with a louder moan for the girlfriends to hear). I felt completely powerless to stop her. 

I began to understand the feeling of surrender and complete submission. 

Then she pushed it in one more time and stopped. She leaned forward again- this time with her mouth close to my ear and spoke softly. "It is time for me to own you." 

I felt my whole rectum start to vibrate, and soon began to feel waves of what I soon recognized were waves of orgasm. Then she started her thrusting motions again and I went into oblivion. 

The feeling was so intense, I seemed to go into a different state- a state of extreme humiliation, complete surrender, extreme submission and extreme pleasure. 

I am not sure how long it lasted, but when I began to come back into consciousness, I could tell I could hear Bella repeat, "That's it my manpet, surrender to me, you are mine!" My loins were vibrating with ecstasy and I could tell that I had ejaculated and I could feel my cock still contracting and spurting semen. 

I could also tell that I had been moaning and groaning very loudly, betraying my intense orgasm for all the women to hear. They seemed extremely amused. 

Then Bella must have turned the vibrator off. She gave the dildo one more thrust deep into me until it made a slapping sound against my very moist buttocks. And then she stopped. 

She and the girls could hear me still moan and whimper as my loins still convulsed in orgasmic afterglow. My sphincter still instinctively squeezed on her dildo, partly in protest and now partly in embrace. 

As I became aware of my whimpering I also became aware that Bella was still leaning over me. 

A wave of embarrassment mingled with the continued afterglow of my most pleasurable rape. 

"How does it feel to completely submit to a woman?" Bella asked in a soft voice not much louder than a whisper. 

"It feels good," I admitted, feeling my sphincter squeeze her again. My loins were still ejaculating the last reserves of my manhood each time my sphincter squeezed its submission. 

"You are now my manpet," Bella cooed. "You belong to me." She let me feel the moment. "Do you feel me?"
"Yes Mistress" I said feeling my sphincter squeeze again as the last drop of semen spurted out. 


Then I felt the dildo withdraw sending my sphincter into another spasm as it seemed to finally squeeze the dildo out. 

Bella walked across the room and started to take of the dildo harness and said, "OK, David, you can stand up." 

As I straightened up I could see the large deposit of semen on the towels on the edge of the bed and floor. And I could feel the lubrication and tingling up through my anus and deep inside my loins. A souvenir of my ravishment that would continue long after I cleaned up my semen. 

Rules For Your Female Led Relationship

Here is one woman's rules for a FLR 
Each Woman will modify these for Her pleasure and to Her preference as She deems fit.:

1) He must obey any order you make

2) His body is yours to do what you want with.

3) He must service you sexually in any way you like at any time you feel like it.

4) He is not allowed an orgasm without your permission. If he is being stimulated and feels he is getting close to coming it is his duty to tell you. Denying his orgasms for longer periods of time should be the norm to maintain his interest in serving you. This is not considered a punishment, just the norm.

5) He is not allowed to ask for sexual favors from you, your pleasure should be his only objective.

6) He is not allowed to touch his penis while it is erect.

7) He is to keep his genitals and ass shaven and clean at all times.

8) Your body is his temple and it is his duty to worship it whenever you request it. This includes massages, washing you in the shower, shaving your legs and genitals (if you want them shaved) and other services you might like.

9) Touching, kissing or licking any part of your body including your feet, ass or arm pits is considered a privilege for him and he should thank you properly for it.

10) He must complete any household chore in any way you tell him to.

11) His ass is yours to play with and should be regularly penetrated to signify that you are in control of him. He must prepare any tools you wish to use and willingly submit his ass to you for easy penetration. If you do not have time to fuck him yourself, you can tell him to use a dildo or a butt plug on himself.

12) If he fails to follow your commands or please you in the manner you expect he should be punished in one of the following ways:
(Or in any way you as the Woman, deems fit, you always know what is best.)

  • Slapped across the face (minor) 
  • Pull on his balls (minor) 
  • Wear butt plug for an hour (minor)
  • Spanked across your lap (medium) 
  • Put his cock and balls in a bowl of ice (medium) 
  • Attach clothes pins to sensitive parts like his balls (medium) 
  • Rub toothpaste or menthol on his penis or asshole (medium) 
  • Slap his cock until it goes soft ( medium)
  • Whip his bare ass (major) 
  • Fucked in the ass with a large dildo (major)

The punishments above can also be done for no other reason than to amuse you, even if his behavior has been good.

13) He should be rewarded for good behavior by allowing him to kiss your ass, feet, hands or other body parts of your choice. Only on rare occasions should he be allowed an orgasm as a reward.

14) If you want to give him an orgasm, but doesn’t want to give him the pleasure you can ruin the orgasm by stopping all stimulation as he is about to ejaculate. This signifies that orgasmic pleasure is your privilege and his ruined orgasm are just needed to keep his prostate healthy and not intended to feel good.

15) Any of the above rules should be modified to your preference, as you deem best. You always know what is best for your submissive/slave. 

Training 1


Penny had kept rick in chastity just shy of three weeks. It had been the longest term of denial yet and the results were palpable, although not always predictable. He displayed, at some moments, levels of obsequiousness that cause Penny instinctive arousal. At other moments, her slave became rebellious and surprising in other ways.

He had complained two weeks into his denial that it was beyond the scope of his expectations. He expressed his opinion with some anger, but remained partially restrained. It was the restraint that turned Penny on the most, because she knew he would lash out more if his genitals were not locked in chastity. She calmly met his stifled anger with her own.

“I can always extend the denial. It will help you understand and learn better,” she said with a calm voice.

Meekly the physically powerful man before her mumbled, “No. I don’t want it to be extended.”

“Then kneel down before me and apologize,” Penny instructed. She was still in the phase of the relationship during which immediate obedience, while gratifying and arousing, still took her with surprise. rick  knelt down and as instructed bowed his head to look down at her feet.

Penny stepped forward and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Her motivation was singular. She wanted him in slavery, but still believed the seduction that lured him voluntarily lower and lower was the best methodology to employ. A former professional dominatrix was advising her and, to date, every recommendation made had worked perfectly. So Penny started teasing his pert nipples to elicit dulcet moans. rick calmed like an animal being tamed. Penny loved seeing the transformation and the steadily shrinking time between tantrums and obedience.

The coach told her it would be difficult and, depending on the style of dominance preferred, Penny could train in different ways, cruel and demanding or loving and calm.  Penny’s choice was the loving approach to induce voluntary compliance at all times, even to the most casual of suggestions. Her coach agreed this was her favorite approach, but did require some patience. 

“I don’t like when you talk back, nor when you hint of raising your voice to me. You agreed to the terms of your training weeks ago. It’s my responsibility to help you become the best man you can be. I believe the best man you can be is a weakling sissy.

“You remember the rules. We can take your chastity device off very easily,” she reminded him. “You only need to be in strict bondage so that I can safely remove your chastity. You know how tempted you get to touch yourself. That privilege no longer exists. You admitted you’ve been touching your little penis since you were a boy and need someone to help you learn restraint. I am that someone.”

rick was silent except for the soft moans coming out of his mouth. They were moans not as much about arousal as they were resignation. The chastity device in his pants restrained his penis to prevent an erection. He secretly knew that his recalcitrance could lengthen the denial even longer.

During the first week, it felt like a sexual game. But now it was more. His mind was being shaped although he didn’t realize it. He still believed at moments that it was still “role play.” He still thought he had choices, but Penny never intended to let that happen again.

“I just made a decision,” Penny said. “You are no longer permitted clothing in this household. You are a recalcitrant boy with no self-control. Your mommy never trained you properly. You are about to get the training that a mommy should give a boy. It means the boy should always be naked, humble, and eager to obey. I want you to go to the bedroom, undress, put your clothing away, and then return to me.”

Penny continued to play with the boy’s nipples and knew the strain was growing in his pants. These were the early stages of the power shift. Penny didn’t know even in her own mind how far she would eventually take her slave. The decision to keep him naked, she would later reminisce, was a mundane moment compared to the extremes she later had him endure.

She released his nipples and said, “now go.” He started to walk towards the bedroom and heard Penny say, “Quickly!” She giggled as he started scurrying in fear. She sat comfortably in a chair and smiled contentedly when he returned naked wearing nothing more than a metal device on his cock and balls. It was time to escalate the use of training utensils.

“Kneel,” Penny commanded softly. She never needed to raise her voice again. rickie was past the breaking point and she loved it. In her mind, he was no longer rick, the man the public knew. He was rickie, the Yin to her Yang. The obedience to her control. The feminine to her masculine. She was the power now. He was the bitch, a feminine animal to be conquered.

Penny looked down and observed a less than optimum position, because it was not humble enough. rickie knelt with his knees together and hands on his hips, elbows out. It was unacceptable. He hadn’t noticed the riding crop, nor the butt plug, Penny had by her side. She took the riding crop, tapped his elbows, and said, “Drop your arms.”

rickie obeyed and as her coach had instructed her to do, Penny once again said, “Good boy. Do you want to be a good boy?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” rickie said without hesitation. He was back in his place and Penny felt very gratified. Each episode of rebellion was becoming milder and milder, just as her training coach had predicted. Her coach insisted that the time would come when his will was fully broken. At that point, the rebuilding and molding of her slave could fully begin.

Penny took the riding crop and flicked it over her slave’s nipples. She then tapped each of his inner thighs and told him to spread, which he did without hesitation. She then instructed him to sit back on his heels and clasped his hands behind his back. He obeyed. She then told him to raise up so his genitals would dangle for her.

Penny had fantasized many times about spanking the testicles of an adult male. She considered it an entitlement to Female Superiority and a symbolic gesture of acceptance and servitude. The first spank caused rickie to flinch. The second was firmer and caused him to flinch again. “Don’t move, baby,” Penny instructed gently.

Throughout the initial training and conquering period, Penny continued to issue commands in soft kind tones, almost motherly. Her coach told her that the ideal situation was a lifestyle in which her husband would become her slave wife, accustomed to gentle vocal prodding. Penny reached out and played with a nipple, granting her slave the pleasure he needed and she started continuing a rhythmic tapping on his testicles.

She saw the strain as his penis futilely tried to grow. “Would you like permission for an erection?” Penny asked playfully. She knew the answer. She always knew the answers before her slave did. He moaned loudly and appropriately used the right words to earn the erection.

“Yesssss. Please, Ma’am. Please let me have an erection.”

“You know the rules, sweetie. I’ve a chair in the bedroom set up. It is where I will tie you and show you a little surprise. But first, we have to enhance your need. I’ve decided that you may only have an erection while strictly bound. You know this, yes?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” rickie moaned while feeling the confusion of arousal on a nipple mingled with painful spanks on his testicles.

“To teach you properly, I’d decided you need to be penetrated with this pretty little toy.” Penny held up a pink butt plug and watched rickie’s eyes widen. “From now on, you may be erect, but only if bound and penetrated.”

rickie had expressly told her early in the relationship that anal penetration was a limit with which he was uncomfortable. Penny assured him that she would test his limits and this was one of those moments. She was unsure if he would accept the conditions of her offer, but was firm in her position that it would remain purely “an offer.” If he refused, there would be no erection.

rickie looked at the device and felt he would not be able to handle it. He told her that it was too much and was shocked when Penny accepted his answer. She added that there would be no erection as a result. rickie’s eyes widened as dozens of thoughts went through his mind in a flash. 

Will I never get out of this, he wondered? Could I fit that in me? 

Could she fit that in me? 

Is this real? Did she wish for this? This is all for an erection? 

Will I ever cum again? 

I’m ready to beg for an erection, which will probably only frustrate me, but it’s worth it… 

Is it? She once told me to be careful what I wished for…“Wait.

I’m sorry. I want to try,” rickie said in a whiny voice.

“Aw. I’m sorry too, baby,” Penny responded while pouting her bottom lip playfully. “You had your chance. Perhaps another time. You need to learn. When Ma’am offers you opportunities, you should accept them. I promised you I would never make you do anything. Everything that happens to you will be because you want it, with the exception of your chastity. That is non negotiable. Eventually you will learn to beg for the things I offer.”

“Please, Ma’am,” rickie pleaded. This time he was less whiny and seemingly eager to obey.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please put it in. I want it.”“But you said you didn’t…”

“I know. That was a mistake. I should have said I was ready.”

“Ah, poor baby,” Penny said with mock empathy. “I don’t want you ready. I want you hungry. I want you to desire everything I do. I want you to share in that. I want you to want to be fucked in your pussy hole.”

Her words shocked rickie. He didn’t expect such vulgarity and realized she was much more powerful than he anticipated. He was fearful and helpless. “I do,” he finally said. Penny wasn’t sure if she believed him. In fact, she knew she didn’t and it was an even bigger turn on. It meant that she could get him to do things he didn’t want, but she did.

Penny stood. She looked down at rickie on his knees and saw him helplessly looking her in the eye. She reached down and started playing with his nipples again. “Beg,” She said.

“Please, Ma’am,” rickie begged while moaning and arousal. “Please put it in me. I want it.”

“Do you?” Penny asked while knowing her boy was in a state of near hypnotism.

“I do. Please.”

“I think you just want to be hard. But I want you to want to be fucked like a bitch.” rickie paused and Penny asked directly. “Do you want to be fucked like a bitch?”

rickie paused and finally said, “Yes, Ma’am! I do. Please.”

“Please what, baby?” She asked playfully. She knew he was hypnotic now with desire. She could make him run around the block naked, she thought. But the fun of making him admit his humiliation was even more delicious. 

“I don’t want to put it in you,” Penny said, emphasizing the last words. “I want you to want to be fucked. Do you?”

rickie moaned louder and begged. “Yessss. Please, Ma’am. Please.”

“Please what?” Penny asked calmly.

“Please fuck me.”

“Good boy… but not good enough. Try again.”

“Please fuck me, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. You’re getting closer. Try again.”

“Oh God!” rickie said, verging on panic. The floodgates opened. “Please! Please please please. Please fuck me, Ma’am. Please fuck my hole. Oh God. Please fuck my male pussy. Please.”

rickie ran out of words, but Penny had not. “Like a bitch?”

“Yes, please, Ma’am. Like a bitch.”

“So you’re saying you’re my bitch?” She asked, pushing him to the limits of humiliation.

“Yes. I am Your bitch.”

“Then how do you want to be fucked? Tell Ma’am.”

“Oh god!” rickie was out of control of himself and under the spell Penny’s dictates. “Please fuck me like a bitch. Please make me your bitch. Please, Ma’am. Please.” The last words were uttered in complete surrender. He knew it was over. She had checkmated him and there was nothing he could do.

Penny’s instinct told her to make him wait for another session, but her own eagerness to penetrate her slave for the first time overtook her. “Kiss my feet and apologize for your recalcitrance today. You’ve been a bad boy. You tell Me you want to be a good boy. But you’re not.”

She looked down and saw a man being broken. Her pussy moistened as the power washed over her body. rickie wasted no time kissing her feet and, when Penny kicked off her shoes, he began licking her toes. She extended her big toe of her right foot and said suck it. He obeyed without hesitation.

As he kissed her feet and sucked her toe, Penny used the riding crop on his bottom. The strikes were not loving taps, but instead punishment. He had been recalcitrant. He had complained about his chastity. He did not move quickly enough when she sent him to get naked. He needed to learn. After several lashes which left marks on his bottom, Penny said, “it’s time to learn a new position.”

“I will call this position ‘present.’ It means you will present your hole to me by facing away from me, raising your bottom in the air, moving your knees apart and extending your arms. In this position you symbolize total acquiescence to my power and voluntary acceptance of penetration into your male pussy hole.”

To his credit, rickie desperately continued kissing Penny’s feet and sucking her toes. Suddenly, she said, “Present!” rickie moved without hesitation. It was a beautiful sight for Penny.

She took her time, she admired his exposed bottom and immediately considered that would need to be shaved in the future. For the time being, she simply put lubrication on the toy and then held it at the tip of her slave’s anal orifice. “Push, baby,” Penny said softly. “Show Ma’am how much you want to be My little bitch.”

rickie pushed back, but struggled. It was hard for him to get the toy inside. Penny decided to show leadership compassion but coming off the chair and crouching beside her slave. She teased his left nipple while her right hand applied pressure to the toy. Rickie held firm as Penny started pushing until the thick nodule was almost in her slave’s body.

Penny thought she might orgasm from the feeling of power. She heard rickie moan in earnest pain, but was relentless in her decision and finally pushed the big nodule all the way in. rickie gasped and shivered in pain. Penny stood bent over him and then reached around him to play with both of his nipples. She was an owner domesticating a pet.

The pain subsided and rickie actually felt some degree of pleasure as his hole was recovering from the wide penetration and now only modestly stretched and relaxing. It was a unique feeling of arousal that caused his penis to twitch even more in his cage. Penny sat back in her chair and looked at her slave. He remained in the ‘Present’ position, much to her pleasure.

“It’s too bad you didn’t accept my offer immediately,” the Ma’am stated calmly. “You don’t deserve an erection, but I’m so very proud of you. I assured you that you must be bound and penetrated to earn an erection, but didn’t guarantee it.  This is one of those times you won’t be rewarded, because you don’t deserve it. But at least you know you are now a fuck toy capable of receiving penetration. That is a big milestone in your development. So think about that, as Ma’am goes to the bedroom and undresses.”

“You will think about the events of the last hour,” rickie’s Wife/Owner instructed. “I need you to ponder your behaviors and work to be better. I am proud of you, though, because your penetration and role as my new fuck toy has earned you the right to worship my pussy. Stay in this position until I summon you to my chambers.”