CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Broken
Morning came sooner than Eric cared for as he rolled around awkwardly
in the makeshift bed on the floor of the bedroom. Above, sprawled
across the queen sized bed, slept Julia, comfortable and peaceful
without him. It was still early, the sun was slowly brightening against
the closed window shades leaving the room cloaked in dim light and
shadows as another day began.
Eric woke disoriented at first, foggy, crawling out of some bizarre
nightmare, trying to hold on to the disturbing images long enough to
make sense of them - sexy, leather clad women with long, vicious claws
on their hands instead of nails, even stranger, if he was remembering
correctly, they bore black wings which covered their backs too. He felt
a cold chill thinking about them, fleeting gasps of seduction with
whips, claws, and beating wings like mythological creatures tearing at
him through the darkness. Furies? Is that what they were? Phantoms from
the mythology class he took the semester before meeting Julia? He
shuddered.
Yesterday, the evening with Julia and Samantha had been too much for
him. His world had collapsed, his very sense of self punished,
shattered. That was the nightmare. The Furies. Punishment spirits,
goddesses from mythology. Julia, Samantha, even his own sister had
forced him to confront what he had become - a weak-kneed, submissive
male.
He took a deep breath and shuttered, trying to dispel the chill from
the nightmare that still clung to his mind, then stretched out on top
of the comforter, the 'mattress' of his makeshift bed, trying to calm
down and relax. It proved difficult. The day before, dinner with
Samantha, the evening after with Julia, had been the worst day of his
life. It was hard to get it out of his mind.
"You sleep there from now on," Julia had said last night as they were
retiring, pointing to the floor next to the bed. She grabbed the
comforter and a blanket and threw them at the floor, his pillow
followed. "You're not worthy to sleep next to me anymore," Julia had
said. "No couch for you either. That's your place to sleep from now
on," she had insisted, jerking a finger towards the floor again. "I
don't want to hear any complaints."
It had taken hours before sleep had finally embraced him at the foot of
what was now Julia's bed, memories from the day churning away, clawing
at him while Julia slept comfortably above. Given how he felt, it was
fairly certain the nightmare had tormented him most the night.
Eric stayed there, on the floor, for several more minutes, feeling
sorry for himself, lamenting what he had become. Eventually, with great
effort, he pushed up to a sitting position and rubbed at his face to
wake for another day.
Pulling his hands away, a deep grimace formed from seeing the nail
polish still adorning his nails from last night. He held them close to
his face, looking at them. His cock twitched. It felt so damn girly to
wake up with painted nails. Julia hadn't allow him to remove it,
claiming the application was poorly done and that he needed to wear it
as a reminder to do better. He shook his head in frustration and pushed
off the floor, hoping to forget about his girly fingers for awhile.
He wandered towards the hallway but before leaving the room, he turned
back to look at Julia. She was comfortably and contentedly resting in
the middle of their one-time marital bed. He used to love sharing it
with her, back when things were still normal between them. The faintest
of smiles graced his lips. It was pleasant to remember.
He rested his back against the doorframe to watch her sleep for a bit
longer. She was so beautiful. She teased him even when asleep, deep
cleavage spilling out of her black nightie as she lay on her side, a
tempting display of raw femininity. He would have given anything to
touch her just then. Beautiful, sensual, dominant Julia. His knees felt
weak just looking at her in the dim light. His cock stiffened. He was
addicted to her, enmeshed with her. She could do almost anything to
him, treat him as badly as she wanted and he would likely come back for
more. The realization made his cock stiffen even harder. He slid his
hand downwards, under the waistband, grabbing himself, squeezing. The
pleasing ache made him gasp, making him squeeze again, harder, longer.
He should have left the room when he had the chance.
Julia stirred slightly, waking to the sounds of soft moans escaping
Eric's lips. She gently parted her eyes, opening them into small slits,
just enough to see him standing at the doorway to the bedroom ogling
her, leaning against the doorframe while stroking himself! Anger and
outrage quickly peaked, boiling over. She suddenly sat bolt upright,
startling him. Eric froze, eyes wide-open in shock and surprise, his
hand still shoved into his pajama bottoms.
"Care to explain yourself?" Julia asked acidly, staring at him with a
cruel, twisted sneer.
He started to stammer. "I... I... just-"
"You just what, Eric?!"
He mumbled something incoherently, averting his eyes then slowly
withdrew his hand from the pajamas, hoping that somehow Julia would
miss the erection tenting them outward.
"Didn't I tell you not to play with yourself unless I gave you
permission?" Julia asked.
"I... I... thought that was for the shower, a shower rule?" he said
unconvincingly, like something a child might say.
Julia smiled wickedly as she got out of bed and walked over, his cock
rock hard as he watched the sway of her body approaching in the brief
nighty that hugged every sweet, delicious curve.
"You're lying to me now," she whispered, sending a chill up Eric's
spine. "I made it very clear. You don't touch yourself unless I give
you permission and I sure as hell didn't give you permission while I
was asleep!"
Eric shook his head, conceding the point.
She leaned in, locking eyes with him. "Looks like you've earned another
punishment," Julia whispered, the word exciting her every bit as much
as it did the first time she had said it to him. She grabbed the waist
of his pajamas suddenly and yanked them down over the erection trying
to hide there, her expression changing to one of revulsion as she
stared at it. "How about we get you some genital piercings to help you
control that thing?"
Eric swallowed hard, gritting his teeth, afraid to respond.
"I'll have to think about it," she mused, releasing the pajamas, the
waistband snapping back, below his jutting cock, leaving it exposed.
"Please no," he managed to plead. "I'm so, so sorry. It won't happen
again," he assured her.
"No, it won't," she said definitively, her eyes hard like ice.
Eric shuttered, quickly pulling the pajamas over his member to hide it
again.
Julia shrugged. "We'll see," she said flippantly. "Don't worry too
much. You'll know soon enough. Now, go get my shower ready," she said
with a wave of her hand.
Eric ran off to the bathroom to prepare the shower, properly mixing the
water to a pleasing temperature and putting everything out she would
need. She seemed to be taking longer than usual, still rummaging
through her closet, picking out clothes for the day, humming lightly to
herself in a pleasing way.
A bit bored, waiting to play the part of her shower maid, he decided to
wander away from the bathroom. He stepped out onto the balcony to take
in some early morning air, careful to hide his nails behind him to keep
them out of public view. He certainly didn't want people to see what
Julia was doing to him. It was a cool and invigorating morning,
pleasant, despite having to hide his pretty hands. He tried to smile
and forget about the troubling events the day had already brought and
those of last night until he caught sight of something that shook him
inside. His smile immediately faded.
Across the courtyard, belly down among a dozen or more beer bottles,
was his neighbor John. The man was a repulsive sight, half dressed, his
portly belly squirming about on the concrete patio, apparently so drunk
that he had fallen off his lounger, leaving it abandoned, laying on
it's side behind him. It looked like he might have been there all
night, slumbering on in some drunken stupor. Disgusted, Eric backed
away from the balcony and went back into the apartment, sickened and
disturbed by the sight.
He leaned over the dinning room table feeling slightly ill and couldn't
help but wonder, without Julia, was that his fate too? Without purpose,
feeling hopeless, drinking to numb the pain? Wasn't that the path he
was on before Julia took control? He didn't think he was really that
far behind his neighbor and after everything he learned last night, how
women seemed to be taking over, wasn't it reasonable to think maybe a
lot of men were in similar situations? Maybe more men were struggling
than anyone knew or cared to admit.
"I'm ready for my shower," Julia declared walking towards the bathroom.
Eric took a deep breath, stood, and steadied himself. That wasn't going
to happen to him, he resolved. For now, it seemed clear he needed to
stay with Julia. It was the best way to make sure he didn't end up like
John. If that meant accepting being 'female led' then so be it, at
least until he could find a better way.
"Eric?!"
He hurried over to the bathroom to find her standing there with an
impatient expression, perturbed that he had kept her waiting.
"Sorry," he said.
She raised her arms in a cute little stretch, every curve beckoning to
him as he lifted her nightgown away leaving her in nothing but a tiny
pair of black bikini panties. They barely covered her mons. She quickly
pushed them down, deftly stepping out of them as they hit the floor,
then stepped into the shower, immediately turning under the water,
luxuriating in it, as it poured over her body. After folding her
nightie and panties, Eric stripped and followed.
There wasn't much room in the shower with both of them there, only a
couple feet or so separated them. Julia swayed under the water, eyes
closed, with her back to the shower head, soaking her long hair, with
wet, glistening breasts bobbing and swaying so seductively before Eric
he ached to touch them. He backed away instead. It was an impossible
desire to satisfy, even a brush of her loveliness unbidden could be
punished and he already feared what she might have in store for him.
"Shampoo," Julia directed, flipping around in the small space, the
water now splashing on her chest and breasts as she leaned back
slightly.
Eric quickly grabbed the bottle of herbal scented shampoo, squeezed out
an ample amount, and began to work it into her hair. There was
something mesmerizing about providing simple service to her, almost
trance inducing, every inch of her so deeply feminine the smallest
touch felt deeply sensual. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as
he gently massaged her scalp, running his fingers through her glorious
mane as he spread the shampoo, his excitement growing from the
closeness, from being allowed to touch her or just maybe from being
ordered to serve such a beautiful, dominant woman.
"We need to do something about your nasty cock," Julia suddenly
proclaimed.
"What?!"
"I said, we need to do something about your nasty cock!" Julia spun
around suddenly and grabbed Eric by the balls and began squeezing,
moving forward, pinning him into the back wall of the shower. "I'm sick
of you pointing that thing at me all the time without permission."
"I... I... I'm sorry. I... I can't help it... I'm only-"
"Only a man? Is that it?! Is that your pathetic excuse?!" she shouted
over the drone of the shower.
Eric only nodded, afraid any words would further enrage her.
"Do you think womyn want hard cocks pointed at them all the time?"
Julia asked, tightening her grip on his balls, squeezing hard enough to
make him wince. "A womon can feel threatened by that! Unsolicited
sexual attention! It's practically a form of sexual assault!"
Eric was shocked at the accusation. He wasn't sure what to think. It
seemed normal, human. But, had that changed? Was it now considered
vulgar to ever have an erection around a woman?
"You were going to get your jollies this morning while I slept weren't
you?!" she asked, pressing her nails into him, inching her face
menacingly closer.
He froze, afraid to do anything that might inflame her further.
"Then you lied to me about it, didn't you?" Her eyes were locked on
him, demanding an answer as the water splashed about them in the small
space.
Numbly, subtly, he nodded, admitting to the offense. Julia appeared
genuinely outraged, tightening her grip further, the pain increasing as
long nails began biting into his sack, his nuts screaming for release!
But, instead of busting his balls, she simply let go. A perverse
expression of satisfaction spread over her to replace the fury. The
sudden shift was chilling. Something told him that she had decided on
his punishment and from the look of her it was something to worry
about.
"Finish my hair," she said, breaking the moment.
He hurriedly did as commanded, hoping to mollify her, wanting to change
whatever it was she had decided. As he got to the end of her hair, she
flipped back around and rinsed, eyes tightly shut against the water,
while Eric took the opportunity to stare again at the breasts dancing
so tantalizingly close.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?"
Immediately he averted his gaze to look her in the face instead.
Julia reached forward and pressed one of her nails into his lips. "Cat
got your tongue," she hissed, scratching it downward, leaving a small
scrape. "Afraid of what I'm going to do to you?"
Her eyes possessed him, fear and excitement mixing to make his heart
race.
She arched her breasts forward and shook them, teasing him.
Eric grew rigid.
She shook her head and chuckled. "If you only knew," she said
ominously. "Wait till you see the things I'm going to do to you." She
chuckled softly again, wondering how he would feel once his own boobs
started bouncing about in the shower. But, that would take some time,
punishments came first and what she had decided on would really test
his limits.
Eric was concerned, even a little frightened, but having Julia nude and
wet before him, moving about under the water, displaying herself so
openly and provocatively, was too much to ignore.
Julia glanced at his cock contemptuously, then, surprisingly, began to
run her nail along the its underside, teasing it, watching Eric's face
as the pleasure built, his legs trembling as she approached the head.
He was on the edge, a moment of ecstasy mere moments away and she
stopped, leaving him poised so close to release it began to ache.
"If you cum right now I'm going to have them pierce you with something
so big you'll never have a normal cum ever again," she declared.
Eric winced, letting his back hit the wall and slid down a few inches
in utter frustration, terrified to even touch himself lest he explode
all over her. Julia smiled watching him struggle to contain himself,
certain that he'd get a good case of blue balls, deserved because of
his reprehensible ogling.
"Told you I was sick of you pointing that thing at me all the time,"
she said.
Eric simply nodded as his balls began to ache.
"Conditioner," Julia commanded, presenting her hair to him again.
Trying to recover, he grabbed the conditioner and began applying it to
her hair, smoothing it in, then carefully combing it through, trying to
make certain every strand was cared for, pressing it into a ponytail
shape when done.
"Keep your cock under control," Julia warned as she handed him a bath
sponge.
He began soaping her up with the sponge, trying to maintain his
composure as the sponge passed over smooth, soft skin. Every inch of
her was stimulating, intoxicating, from the delicate sweep of her neck
and shoulders down to the sweetness of her tender ankles and feet. She
presented herself brazenly too, moving freely under the water, hiding
nothing, while he gently scrubbed away with the sponge.
He struggled to focus despite the effect her body had on him but his
cock was harder than ever. It was so frustrating and embarrassing. He
felt so weak. She was teasing him intentionally, he decided, the smirk
on her face made it clear. She knew what she was doing to him, just
more of her games for control. His cock was little more than a puppet
with her as the puppet master, she pulled the strings, painfully
teasing him, then threatened punishments for what her body did to him.
It was nothing short of cruelty.
"Soap up my breasts now, Eric," she sneered sweetly, glancing at his
hard cock with contempt, yet enjoying the pain it was causing him.
She stretched seductively, arms above her head, then brought them back
down to her sides and leaned forward, dangling her boobs outward in the
constricted space between them.
"Soap," she reminded him.
Tentatively, he reached out with the sponge and gently stoked it down
against her breasts, watching them move and sway under the slight
pressure, the nipples seeming to get harder by the moment. He found
himself utterly enthralled by her feminine treasures and couldn't help
but wonder if she enjoyed having them, the sensations they gave her,
the power they gave her over men.
"Like 'em?" she asked.
He nodded as he swiped the sponge down them again, watching them dance
in response, soft yet firm, perky yet dangly, they were near
perfection. He continued like that, working the sponge against her
chest and breasts, pressing on them, watching them move, watching the
suds run down the soft slopes to fall away to tub below. He continued,
trance like, until Julia stopped him.
"Enough," Julia spat, grabbing his hand by the wrist, "They're clean."
He dropped his arm as she released him, still staring at her breasts,
obsessed with her, desiring so much more, his cock so rigid it hurt.
"Move on," she said with a devilish look as she spread her thighs open.
He felt a slight tingle run up his back looking at the smoothness of
her thighs and the gap between them, every womanly curve inciting lust
and desire as the water droned on, spraying around them. Catching his
breath, he reached for the soap. Julia slapped at his hand then pushed
him down by the shoulders to a kneeling position. "I want your face in
there first, before she gets scrubbed... while she still stinks."
Eric's sex soaked brain was delighted, his nostrils flared as he drank
in her distinctive scent, one locked into his brain forever thanks to
all of Julia's cruel games.
"Tongue. Start cleaning, Eric. Make yourself useful."
He crawled forward while water ran down her back, around the curve of
her ass, and down her legs to the floor of the shower. His nostrils
flared again as he reached her, drinking in her odor, excited at what
was coming, by what she was making him do.
After last night, he felt more conflicted and confused than ever. He
wanted Julia desperately, in any way she demanded it, but was disgusted
at what he had become. Gently, with some hesitation, he pressed his
nose against her womanhood, the conflict growing inside as he submitted
to her on his knees once again, the part of him that wanted to resist,
after everything he had been through, was dying. At that moment,
worshiping Julia's sweet pussy was everything. His pulse quickened as
he pushed his nose into her as deeply as possible.
"That's it. Keep going. Get busy," she said.
Eric shuttered, trying to release his guilt and shame. "Let go," he
whispered to himself, the sound of the shower drowning out his words.
"I... submit to you," he whispered into her pussy then quickly, with
abandon, plunged his tongue into her. It was thrilling to lose himself,
to yield. Julia had used sex to change him, to alter his mind but he
didn't care anymore. He was an addict - she was his drug. He let Julia
turn him into a pathetic, submissive, tattooed, pervert but he didn't
care! He deserved what was happening to him, belonged on his knees,
cleaning out her reeking pussy! He picked up the pace, allowing lust
and submission to fuse into need and avarice, completely losing himself
to her glorious sex.
"That's it - yes," Julia said breathlessly, her panting getting quicker
to match Eric's passionate assault. They slid backwards, her shoulders
stopping at the wall, her head under the shower nozzle, as he leaned
into her, his tongue driving ever deeper as he struggled to hold onto
her slippery body, water now pelting over his kneeling form. Julia
suddenly grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked his head forcefully
into her, riding his face like a saddle, her moaning getting louder,
her orgasm building, water splashing over both of them as she forced
him deeper and deeper into her. They stayed like that for some time,
fused together, writhing in passion with Eric's addiction and
submission growing more powerful by the moment. When her orgasm finally
came, she squeezed her legs around Eric's head like a vise and screamed
as wave after wave of pleasure convulsed through her, riding him, half
suffocating him while her sweet nectar flowed into his mouth.
Water sprayed over them afterwards, Julia leaned against the wall with
Eric still on his knees, both of them breathing hard as they recovered.
For Julia, it had been one of the most powerful orgasms ever.
"I think you actually liked that," she stated accusingly, between
breaths, searching his face for the truth. "You like licking pussy now,
don't you?"
He dropped his head and stared at the shower floor, glancing at her
pretty feet, while water drizzled down his face and hair, afraid to
admit the truth, fearful at what it might mean. He not only liked it,
he loved it, even craved it.
"You've changed," she accused. "I think you're finally beginning to
accept what you truly are. My submissive, little homemaker. My man-
wife. Care to deny it?" Julia asked, smirking in triumph.
Eric kept his eyes down, face stinging from the shame, only willing to
look at her feet.
"Then again, I seem to recall you reacted strongly to something else I
called you before. Maybe you'd like that better? I think a lot of true
submissives like you prefer it. Remember? Slave."
Eric cringed at the word, his heart started to pound. Julia's property?
Her slave?! Did she mean it? Why did he find it so darkly erotic?
His distress and excitement wasn't lost on Julia. She decided to try
pushing it even further. "Then again, you looked so pretty last night
in your little apron and with your pretty nails... maybe slave girl is
better. You like that?"
He said nothing while his cock strained forward, his increasingly
twisted mind even more excited. What had she done to him!?
Julia chuckled, maybe last night had a more pronounced effect on him
than she realized, it was something to consider and work with. "I'll
rinse myself today. Get my towels ready... slave girl. And don't you
dare touch my cock with your pretty little girly fingers, you still
need to be punished for this morning!"
He scampered to his feet and left the shower while Julia finished and
rinsed off. When she exited he gently patted her dry then began
nourishing her skin with moisturizing lotions, rubbing them in lovingly
with care and attention while she watched him, trying to do it as
dispassionately as possible while she grimaced at the hard cock bobbing
about her.
"When we're done here I want you to take a cold shower. I'm sick of
watching that thing point at me. Don't you dare stroke it off either.
If you can't control that thing... I will," she warned.
Eric pursed his lips in frustration and nodded.
"I'm beginning to think a cock cage is exactly what you need," she said
under her breath.
He kept working, his cock frustratingly getting all the harder with
each pass of cool lotion onto her naked, soft, hairless skin. Rubbing
lotion onto her breasts and thighs had practically been a form of
torture. When the moisturizing was finished, he gently wrapped a towel
about her, then added a smaller one around her hair.
Julia flashed him a quick smile then reached into the shower and
cranked on the cold water. "Once you're done cooling off... I'll have
an omelet this morning," she said, before walking away towards the
door. "And we need to talk today, about the future," she added over her
shoulder, leaving the bathroom.
Dejected, Eric stepped into the far side of the shower stall, away from
the water. Even the spray was giving him a chill. He wrapped one hand
around his hard cock and squeezed slightly, enjoying the pressure, then
looked down to see his own girly looking hand and nails staring back.
It felt so disconcerting but he had to remind himself that Julia didn't
see him as a normal man anymore. If she wanted nail polish and a soft
cock on him then so be it.
He jumped into the cold water, quickly adjusting the temperature enough
to keep from totally freezing, then stood there while the chill settled
in. He stared at his presumptuous, wanting, troublesome cock jutting
out so defiantly wishing he could better control the damn thing. He
clenched his fists in frustration and mouthed a silent wail at his
manhood. He had to wonder if life would have actually been better with
a pussy. If women were taking over, what was the point of being a man
anymore?
It don't take long before he started getting really cold. Standing
there, shivering, moaning in frustration, his cock finally began to
soften. Anticipation and desire sagged as the cold settled in leaving
little more than a dull ache behind.
He stood there, miserable, thinking about yesterday, about all the
things Julia and Samantha had said. Maybe it was all true, he lamented.
Looking at the the world it did make some sense. Maybe men really were
obsolete in the modern world. Women did seem to be taking over and with
them earning the majority of college degrees wasn't it only a matter of
time before they would? Wasn't it inevitable? Maybe this really was the
beginning of a world wide matriarchy, the early stages of what would
eventually be a total shift of power leaving women mostly in control
with men serving as their chattel. His whole body quaked at the thought
standing there in the near freezing water but, at least, finally, he
was soft.
Jumping out of the shower, shivering, he hastily dried off, then drew a
robe on and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. He needed to
hurry. Making Julia's breakfast every morning was just one of his many
homemaker duties, one Julia frequently found disappointment in but
something he knew he could improve on with effort. He grabbed eggs and
a skillet and sighed. It was something else to work on to please her.
Shortly after finishing Julia's omelette, as he was adding a tiny sprig
of parsley as garnish, Julia walked into the dinning room and sat down.
She had a sexy-librarian look to her today, Eric thought, crisp and
professional with a little less skin showing but with stylish clothes
that tugged every curve. She glanced towards Eric disapprovingly, the
look alone enough to make his heart skip a beat. The meal should have
been on the table the moment she sat down, keeping her waiting was
unacceptable. Immediately, he hurried her plate over and placed it
before her, juice and coffee quickly followed after another run to the
kitchen.
Eric stood there, waiting to see if she needed anything else. She took
a small bite of the omelette and curled the corner of her lip in
disdain, another bite followed with a look of indifference.
"Kneel," she commanded casually.
Eric's eyes went wide as he quickly got to the floor. "I'm sorry, did I
undercook it? Last time I overcooked-"
Julia held her palm out towards him, silencing his excuses. "I'm not
interested in discussing your... barely adequate cooking skills," she
said. "We have more important things to talk about," she added, taking
another small bite of the omelet.
On his knees, Eric couldn't help but admire the austere yet sexy pumps
adorning her lovely feet, tall, dark grey, pointed toed, three inch
stilettos with faux laces on a full coverage front but with open side
panels revealing her lovely feet within while thin buckle straps
wrapped about each ankle to hold them on. There was something almost
old-world, poetic about them that made him fantasize about
authoritarian ladies from another era. Her trim legs looked
unbelievably sexy in them as they disappeared into a just over the
knee, grey pencil skirt above. A lacy white blouse completed the
outfit, thin enough to see hints of a white bra beneath. His cock began
to twitch to life again until he saw a disturbing sternness in her eyes
that suddenly overshadowed the rest of her.
She locked eyes with him. "First thing to discuss is your punishment
for using me this morning as some... object to jerk off to!
His excitement began to fade as worry and fear replaced it. "I... I
know... it was wrong. I'm sorry... please... it was a moment of
weakness. You're just so beautiful. I... I promise you it won't ever
happen again. Never," he said as his palms began to sweat.
A sadistic smile crossed Julia's lips. Watching Eric beg, knowing how
much power she wielded over the worm was exciting beyond measure. It
inspired her to higher levels of cruelty. "It's not like I haven't
warned you, Eric," she said. "Like I told you this morning, it won't
happen again," she said menacingly. "I'm going to make sure it
doesn't."
Eric rocked back on his feet as a chill ran through him, like ice water
was suddenly flowing through his veins.
"Do you know what a key holder is, Eric?" she asked calmly.
"I'm... not... sure," he replied with a soft quaver.
"Oh, come on, guess," she said playfully.
"I... don't know," he said, shaking his head.
"Guess!" she insisted.
"You're... considering a... cock cage?" he asked worriedly.
"Oh no," she started, "Not considering. I've already decided to cage
your puny cock," she said. "And, of course, I'm going to be holding the
key, I'll be your key holder."
Eric's mouth fell open, dazed.
Julia smiled at his distress. "No, simple, plastic, off-the-shelf,
chastity device for you either. Nothing you can cut off or break open
easily. I'm going to have one custom made so it's escape proof,
probably stainless steel. Once it's on, you'll need the key to take it
off," she said, staring at him until the distress in his face told her
the reality of it had sunk it. "No more jerking off for you. You won't
get to cum anymore, not unless I decide to let you."
He struggled with the news, his face scrunched up and twisting, looking
like he might start crying. "So, I'd have to wear it... every night?"
Eric asked.
"Noooo," she said a bit surprised at the question. "All the time, Eric.
Twenty-four seven. You stay locked up until I decide otherwise. You'll
only get to cum when I think you've earned one.
Eric's eyes went wide. The thought that she would actually lock up his
cock, take control of it, be his key holder, somehow made her control
over him more complete than he thought possible. It was deeply
worrisome but also, surprisingly, exciting. Somehow it stirred the
dark, twisted libido she had nurtured in him, her power over him
somehow exciting his betraying cock.
"I don't expect any problems from you on this. Or should I?" she asked.
Eric dropped his eyes back to her lovely pumps and shook his head. "No.
No problems," he said sounding defeated, fixating on her lovely
footwear. "I... I've been thinking... about yesterday... about
everything we talked about, all the things you and... Samantha said."
He kept staring at her pumps, looking glassy eyed. "The easy thing
would to be to deny everything, reject it out of hand, but... the more
I thought about it... the more I realized... things are different, the
world I mean. Like... all the things I grew up with... don't seem to
make sense anymore. I need to... change... adapt... whatever... I have
to figure out how to fit in."
"Meaning?" Julia asked.
He shrugged looking miserable, his chin began to tremble. "I think we
lost... men lost," he said. "We really did, the war of the sexes,
whatever it was called," he said, scrunching his lips together like the
words had soured in his mouth. "I don't have to like it... but... I
think... I need to accept it... and what it means. If men lost... then
women won."
Julia smiled, her lips curling into something cruel and scornful as she
listened to him talk, his words sounding like surrender. Everything she
wanted seemed to be coming together.
Looking trance like, he continued. "Once I accepted that, it explained
a lot to me. It did. Like why I lost my job to a woman and why I was
having a hard time finding another one." He shrugged again. "Maybe it
is evolution - women taking over, college degrees, jobs, marriages...
everything."
Julia nodded with satisfaction.
He shook his head, wishing he could deny what he knew and return to the
comfortable ignorance he had lived in for so long but it wasn't
possible any longer. "I need to... let go... of so much and hope for
the best. What do they say? No regrets?"
She watched him struggling with every word, delighted by how deeply
fractured he was.
He sat back on his heels and looked up to her, daring to look her in
the eyes, his wounded gaze almost haunting. "Yesterday, I agreed. Just
yesterday... I agreed to... listen to you... to follow... to o..." The
word stuck in his throat as his face twisted. Julia's eyes narrowed on
him, clearly unsatisfied. "Obey!" he spat out suddenly. "I agreed to
obey you."
Julia nodded and smiled with grim satisfaction. "Yes. You did," she
replied.
"I want to be with you. I want you happy, I do. I mean that. I'm going
to try my hardest to make this work. To listen. To... obey... even when
I don't want to. You're the boss. I... I need to accept that," he said.
"Only a foolish person denies reality, right?"
Julia continued nodding while she examined the pathetic man kneeling to
her. "I'm glad you're finally seeing the truth, glad you're finally
trying to find your true place. Don't expect it to be easy though. I'm
going to break you, completely."
Eric nodded and returned his gaze to her feet. "I think I'm ready...
now," he said.
"Good! Because there's going to be a real moment of decision for you to
prove it. I told you before I wouldn't force you to do anything. So you
see, little wife, when your cock cage arrives, I'm not going to be the
one to shove you into it and slam the lock shut - you are." An evil
grin lit up her face. "You're going to be the one that'll be trapping
your own cock inside and closing the lock knowing that I might not
release you for days, weeks, maybe even months. You're going to put
yourself into chastity."
Tears were in his eyes now, making them glisten. "If that's what you
truly want... then yes... okay. I can do that. And I won't make any
problems. I'll do it. For as long as you want me to."
"Even if I keep you in it for months at a time?"
"If that's what you truly want," he said, nodding.
"What if I decide not to let you out for six months at a time?"
He cringed slightly at the suggestion, the idea clearly distressing. "I
would... hope you didn't but... if you really wanted to punish me like
that... I'd have to... accept it."
Julia sneered at Eric with loathing, suddenly filled with contempt for
him. How could she have ever loved such a pathetic man? She wanted to
punish him for being weak alone, watch him struggle for being so
pathetic. Toying with him was going to be such fun.
"What if I teased you mercilessly, everyday made your cock scream for
release from it's cage while I show you what you can't have, deny you
release, day after day, laughing at your imprisoned, bent cock?
He squirmed on his knees with trembling hands as fear and anxiety ate
away at him. The idea of being teased while his cock was locked up,
trapped and bent over in a chastity device was too much to deal with.
"Well?!" Julia demanded an answer.
"If... that's what you truly want," he finally said in a whisper.
"Good," she said, smiling with smug satisfaction. He had to be ready,
she decided. Her pussy began to ache at the thought of having a
committed submissive male at her disposal, the things she might do to
him, the scores she might settle, the ideas were so deviant and
delicious. She was really going to do it, take a man and erase his
masculinity bit by bit, feminize him. It was time.
"Now that we have a plan for keeping your cock under control, there's
something else I wanted to discuss," Julia said. "Something critical to
our future together."
Eric simply nodded, giving her his full attention, still kneeling as he
had not been given permission to move.
"What if I told you... I'm thinking of easing up on you a little bit?"
she asked. "Allowing you more freedom?"
Eric looked surprised, his eyes opening up expectantly like she had
handed him a present.
"Well, I am," she said. "I'm even considering letting you have the
things I took away from you. Would you like that?"
Eric nodded cautiously, wondering if she was just toying with him.
"Of course, it assumes you've really, truly changed," she said, the
words measured, her tone sounding a bit more ominous. "It assumes
you'll truly do what I want, that you'll do what I tell you, that
you'll accept your place and be a good little submissive male." Eric
shrank down as her eyes drilled into him with resolute confidence and
authority. "You think you can do that?"
His face took on the look of anguish suddenly as he fought back tears.
"I have... I've changed," he assured her.
Julia's eyes narrowed with skepticism.
"Really," he said, quickly swiping a tear away as he relived the shame.
"Ever since the day... you found out how much I'd been playing on the
computer while you were working... all the lies I'd been telling you."
She looked at him suspiciously. "I don't know, Eric. Seems to me,
you've been fighting me all along," she said. "I want to trust you and
move forward. I have very big plans. But I need to believe you're ready
for change."
He shrugged and pouted, considering what he wanted to say without
upsetting her. "It's a lot to take on. A man spends his entire life
thinking a certain way, it's... just hard to change is all. I mean...
life was supposed to be a certain way and now everything is totally
upside down for me. Part of me can't help wishing things were
different... like they used to be."
"Doesn't sound like somebody who's changed," she said with bitterness.
He shook his head. "No. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain why it
seems like I've been fighting. I mean, maybe I did but I don't think
so, not really. I... I've been fighting myself more than anything. I...
can't... help that entirely. But, I've been losing, the whole time." He
dared to look her in the eyes. "I think... deep inside... I want this,
want us... however you want us."
"You sure about that?"
Eric nodded.
Julia's eyes narrowed. "I've told you before, I'm going to change you.
I'm going to be cruel to you. You sure you're ready for that?"
He dropped his eyes back to her feet and nodded.
"You ready for any punishments I'll impose?"
He nodded again, keeping his eyes down.
She stood up, towering over his kneeling form then slowly walked around
him, appraising him.
"What if I want to have you tattooed again? Maybe have you pierced?"
she asked while continuing to walk around him. "You ready for that?"
Eric winced, wondering what dark, twisted path he was on, fearing it
but excited by it too. "I would beg you not to... but..." He stopped
mid-sentence, unable to finish, then nodded hesitantly, agreeing to it.
Julia stood behind him, biting her lip in anticipation, wondering what
she wanted his next tattoo to be and where she wanted to put it. How
bad did she want to permanently humiliate him? Those were questions
that would have to wait though. Right now, he needed to be prepared for
something even more extreme.
"What if I wanted to mod your body in other ways," she asked, slowly
walking around again, stopping directly in front of him. She lifted his
chin upwards, forcing him to look into her eyes. He trembled slightly.
"You do want to be a better wife to me don't you? A better mother to
our daughters?" she asked him.
He opened his mouth unsure of what to say then simply nodded as best he
could while she held him.
"It really is time for womyn to take control," she said, grasping his
chin a bit firmer. "Men are essentially obsolete," she told him. "Don't
be a relic, Eric. Embrace the future."
Eric nodded again, mesmerized by the power and sexuality Julia held
over him.
"What are you?" she asked, staring into his eyes, seeing both fear and
desire reflected there as he considered the answer.
"Wife and homemaker," he replied.
"What else?" she demanded.
He looked confused for a moment, then took an uneven, nervous breath.
"Mother," he said, knowing what she wanted to hear.
Julia smiled back at him approvingly, reveling in the victory of his
compliance and surrender. "So, I'll ask you again and I expect to hear
you answer, do want to be a better wife to me, a better homemaker, and
a better mother to our daughters?"
Eric considered it for a moment, concerned that he was going to regret
wherever she was taking them. Still, there seemed to be only one answer
he could give. "Yes," he said softly, nodding in agreement. "I do. I
want to be a better partner for you - homemaker, wife, even... mother.
If that's what you want, then that's what I want."
"Good," she said cheerfully, her smile changing to something more smug
and haughty. She sat back down at the table, relaxing. "You'll be happy
to know then, that the medical group I mentioned before can help you
realize those goals."
"What?" Eric's heart rate spiked, more from fear than excitement. He
knew he was in trouble. But was it even possible to stop Julia any
longer?
"Well, since you failed as a man and provider I had to give up my dream
of staying with our daughters," she said with measured words and a
quiet indignation. "I can't be a stay-at-home mom. I don't get to
nourish our daughters or bond with them like I wanted. You denied our
daughters a natural and loving bond. They don't get to suckle at their
mother's breast because of your lies and laziness. Your actions
practically condemned them to bottle feedings."
"I... I am so sorry," he said sincerely.
Julia's expression changed to something smug and cruel as she stared at
him. "It's okay, Eric. Because you're going to make up for it," she
said firmly. "Personally."
"I... I don't understand," he said.
"Well, that's where the medial group fits in," she replied calmly.
Eric grimaced with confusion and fear.
"They're going to make it possible for you to be a proper wife and
mother."
"W... what? How?" he asked, perplexed.
"Their going to make you lactate, Eric," she said matter-of-factly.
His eyes had a vacant, distant look at first while he tried to make
sense of Julia's words. Then suddenly, his face wrenched into disbelief
as denial and panic began setting in.
"It's only fair," she said, sincerely. "Since I have to work and can't
breastfeed our daughters properly the responsibility falls to you.
You've agreed to be homemaker, wife, and mother. It only makes sense.
Besides that, you're the one who caused the problem to begin with. You
need to fix it."
"B... But, I can't! I don't... I don't have tits!" he blurted in panic.
"You can be upgraded," she said calmly.
Eric shook his head rapidly back and forth, mumbling and stammering
incoherently, befuddled and flustered.
She watched him for a few moments before deciding to put a quick and
decisive end to it. "Stop it!" Julia yelled, slapping her hand on the
table. "Get ahold of yourself!" she demanded, watching him as his lip
quivered. "Crawl over here and kiss my feet!" she commanded.
Trembling, quietly, he crawled forward, obeying and pressed his lips to
her shoes, placing small kisses on the laces of each.
"I thought you said you've changed, Eric!" she said pointedly. "That
you wanted to figure out how to fit in. Well, this is it! This is your
answer! This is how you fit in!"
"But, female hormones? I don't-"
"No! They use cutting edge technology, very high-tech. But what does it
matter? Even if they were using female hormones, so long as medical
professionals were involved to properly monitor them, they could only
be beneficial. The less masculinity in you the better as far as I'm
concerned."
"But-"
"But nothing!" she said. "You were right about one thing - the world is
different. People have evolved past whatever narrow minded ideas of
maleness and gender you have," she insisted. "So what if you slide more
towards the feminine? So what if you leave some of your maleness
behind? If you end up with tiny, little boobies it'll be an
improvement. What does it matter?"
Eric said nothing, not wanting to anger her further.
"You should be thrilled at the bond you'll be able to have with our
daughters, that should be enough! And you'd be pleasing me! Those are
what you should focus on! That's what's important!"
Eric pressed his lips to Julia's shoes again and kissed them, fighting
back tears, trying to hide his face, not wanting her to see how broken
he was, so confused he couldn't think straight anymore. He might not be
able to go through with whatever she had planned but fighting with her
seemed pointless. He needed time to think but even with his face buried
in her feet he could sense she was staring at him, expecting a
response.
"You're the boss," he said simply, struggling to keep his voice from
wavering. "If you want me to have... make it so I can... for our
daughters... I..." He struggled inside, wishing desperately for
something stronger to assert itself to reject the whole idea but it
wasn't there. He sniffed in the scent of her shoes instead - warm
leather and dyes with the faintest scent of her feet within,
intoxicating. He raked at the carpet, biting in with his fingers in
frustration. She owed him. "Okay," he finally said. "If that's what you
truly want."
Julia's anger dissipated quickly, replaced with a sense of power and
accomplishment. The worm was her's to command. He didn't have the will
to stop her anymore. That seemed fairly certain now. She could redefine
his masculinity, likely alter him as much as she wanted, make him more
pleasing, more feminine. Wife, homemaker, and mother were good things
after all. Feminizing him was helping him, enhancing him, altering him
to better fit his new life. She smiled broadly at the thought.
"Perhaps you have changed," she said with a lilt in her voice.
He looked up from the floor and nodded, biting his lip for fear of
saying the wrong thing, hoping she would be kind.
"Maybe I can ease up on you a bit after all, start expanding your roles
of wife and homemaker. There's a lot more you should be doing, like
food shopping and meal planning. You should be doing more for my
clothing too, like caring for the dry-cleaning, getting better at hand
washing my panties, polishing my shoes, those types of things. I still
want you to start doing my nails soon too. So many things to do," she
said.
"Okay," Eric said contritely, nodding, trying to smile. "Those are ways
to fit in. I like constructive things."
"Embrace the changes," she said.
"I will," he said, almost too quickly, trying to convince himself as
well as her.
"Good. I have a list of things for you to do today then, starting with
driving me to work. We'll use my car. You can get groceries with it
afterwards, I'll give you a list." Julia stared at him, wanting to
gauge his reaction to her next bit of news. "We're going to sell your
car," she said. "With my work and personal cars, we don't need a third
vehicle. I'm not paying for it any longer. Besides, if you ever decide
to walk out on me again you'll do just that - walk. Try taking one of
my cars without permission and I'll have you arrested for auto theft."
Eric nodded, gritting his teeth in silence, knowing she meant it. He
wasn't sure if they could actually arrest him or not but only Julia's
name would be on the cars so it might be possible. With his luck a
female cop would arrest him, a female prosecutor would bring charges,
and a female judge would find him guilty. With women slowly taking over
why risk it? Losing his car was another step towards making him totally
dependent on her, another chain, more control. As much as his rational
mind hated it, his developing submissive side loved it in equal
measure, maybe more. That part of him wanted to help her forge the
chain, knowing that every link made it harder to ever escape her.
"I laid an outfit out for you this morning. In the bedroom, on my bed,"
she said, returning to her breakfast, taking another small bite of the
omelet.
"An outfit?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, to drive me to work in," she said. "I'm an executive. There are
standards to maintain. I can't have my wife running around like a slob.
Now, go get dressed."
Eric got off his knees and walked into the bedroom with trepidation,
his steps slowing as he approached the clothing on the bed. Draped over
the bottom edge was a fancy looking white shirt laying over what
appeared to be a pair of black slacks, neither of which he recognized.
Far more alarming though was what sat, neatly folded, on top of the
slacks - the same red, silk panties with rose-pattern brocade that he
had planned on taking with him as a memento when he tried to leave
Julia, the same pair she made him wear once before!
"Problem?" Julia asked startling him. He twisted around quickly,
looking at her with a pained expression, not having heard her walk into
the room.
He pointed behind him, at the clothes, while facing her, the expression
he wore still pained, almost comical looking. "All that?" he asked.
Julia nodded, smiling.
Eric walked up to the clothing and gently lifted the shirt off the bed,
examining it. It looked oddly cut, everything seemed a little off - too
pointy a collar, a slightly pinched waist, a flare at the hips. The
buttons were even stranger, clustered in groups of three rather than
being evenly spaced. They looked plain wrong, even perplexing, until he
realized all the buttons were on the wrong side of the shirt, attached
on the left rather than the right like they should have been. He
quickly twisted around to see Julia grinning as he began to blush.
"This isn't a man's shirt - is it?" he said.
She shook her head, grinning, pursing her lips in amusement at his
predicament.
He turned back around to look at the slacks, picking them up, quickly
finding the zipper on the side rather than the front, realizing in that
moment that they were women's slacks! He flipped back around again to
see Julia beaming with amusement while his cheeks burned hot from
shame. She had given him an entire outfit of women's clothing to wear!
"Oh, almost forgot," she said. Reaching into her closet, bending over,
she retrieved a pair of black shoes that looked a lot like a pair of
Oxfords he owned except these had what looked like almost three inch
block heels on them! She placed them at the foot of the bed, adding
them to the outfit. On casual inspection, from the front anyway, they
might pass for men's shoes but, given the high heel, clearly they
weren't.
"Why?!" he asked with a whisper of grief, red faced from shame, looking
like tears were about to start falling.
Julia's expression shifted, getting more serious. "Because you're not a
man anymore. Because you're my wife and I told you to start thinking
more like a womon. And maybe the most important reason - because I want
you to! I like the idea of putting you in womyn's clothing."
Eric looked miserable but resigned to his fate, haplessly shrugging his
shoulders as he plucked the delicate panties off the bed then shook
them open. "People are going to think I'm some kind of sissy girly
boy," he lamented.
"You're my sissy girly boy," Julia said with some measure of pride in
her accomplishment. "Let your feminine side out," she urged, "embrace
her, nurture her."
He dipped his head, unable to look Julia in the eyes. It felt like he
was at another crossroads, another barrier, about to be crossed, that
might just erase what little of his old self still existed. What was
she turning him into? Julia had been telling him all along that she
planned on changing him, had warned him repeatedly. Where he was now
was his fault, he decided. Besides, she owned him, he reminded himself.
If she wanted to crossdress him, then so be it. He really wasn't much
of a man anyway, that seemed more obvious every day.
"Well? Get dressed then," she commanded.
Reluctantly, he dropped the robe, thankful that his misbehaving cock
was mostly soft for a change, and stepped into the panties. Julia
looked on eagerly as he pulled them up to his waist. It felt so wrong
and deviant to be wearing Julia's panties, his cheeks burning from the
embarrassment of having something so utterly girly on.
He quickly grabbed the slacks next, hoping to cover the shame of the
panties. They were far snugger than he expected, the slacks hugging his
legs like a second skin while he tugged them into place. It was
something he wasn't used to at all, form hugging slacks, more feminine
guile for enhancing sexual appeal. Once the legs were finally situated,
he fumbled with the zipper on the side for a bit, jerking on the
slacks, fighting with them, until finally the zipper locked into place.
"Not bad, for a male anyway," Julia said, looking over the skin tight
slacks, tugging on them in a few places to straighten them out better.
The slacks were so form fitting, Eric couldn't help but feel like he
was wearing women's tights or pantyhose, something only slightly better
than the panties underneath. He was mortified at how he looked in them
but grateful, at least, that Julia hadn't forced him into a skirt or
dress instead, that may have been too much to bear.
"Now your pretty top," she said.
Words like 'pretty' or 'top' weren't words he ever wanted to use with
clothing he wore but he picked up the shirt anyway. It went on normally
enough, one arm at a time, but his fingers struggled with the buttons,
they were simply on the wrong side. It was a funny thing how muscle
memory worked, he thought, the fingers on his left hand having no skill
at all with something as simple as buttoning a shirt. The fact that his
nails were slightly longer and painted with Julia's bright red nail
color only added to his misery. Julia, for her part, seemed thoroughly
amused at the lack of coordination and fumbling, grinning at every
failed, twisted attempt, but eventually one by one all the buttons were
finally secured.
"Shoes," Julia directed, cheerfully, pointing to the floor at the
feminine, high-heeled, Oxfords.
Eric sat down on the bed wordlessly and slipped his feet into the
feminine footwear. They were a bit tight but otherwise easy enough to
put on and tie. Other than the crazy height of the heels they were, at
least, familiar, until he stood up. Three inch heels were simply not
something he was prepared for, most his weight suddenly shifted
forward, then back again, awkward teetering followed for a few moments
until, thankfully, he fell back to a seated position on the bed.
"Not as easy as it looks, huh?" Julia said, snickering. "Be grateful I
didn't start you in stilettos. You'll get used to those quickly enough.
They're nothing to walk in," she assured him, extending an arm out to
help. "Come on, up."
He stood again, unsteadily at first, using Julia to balance, then took
a few careful steps forward on unsteady ankles. She backed away
allowing him to find his own balance. It was then that he saw himself
in the mirror of Julia's vanity and gasped, his face contorting into
sadness and regret looking at the crossdressed, effeminate sissy
reflected there. He turned away from the mirror and looked down at
himself, scanning up and down, looking at every part of the outfit
Julia put him in, then finally stretching his arms out to stare at his
nails.
"Your nails are part of the outfit, if you were wondering," Julia said.
"What?! But... In public?! I can't-"
"Of course, you can and you will," Julia said sternly, shutting down
debate.
He looked into the mirror again, then carefully moved closer to it as
he peered fixedly at the reflection. His shoulders sagged as he dropped
his head. There was no denying it - Julia had made a sissy out of him.
"I look terrible," he said dejected.
She came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders to comfort
him. It felt soothing, a kindness from the past, something the old
Julia might have done. "You look fine to me," she cooed, rubbing his
shoulders, providing a brief massage. "It pleases me more than you
know," she added, reassuring him, boosting his confidence.
"What am I anymore?" he asked in a whisper, pain tearing at the edges
of each word.
"What I want you to be," she answered smirking.
"But-"
She quickly turned him around to face her, almost tripping him in the
process as he pivoted about in the unfamiliar heels. "You're going to
have a lot more to get used to. This is nothing."
He held his hands up with his polished nails toward her, his eyes
pleading.
She arched her eyebrows unsympathetically in return, determined to make
him accept a new feminized persona. The more feminine he felt, the more
easily she could wreck his masculinity, the easier it would be for him
to accept having boobs, the easier it would be to control him.
"I promise I'll put it back on the moment I get back home from dropping
you off at work," he said.
"No. It stays on," she said. "In fact, from now on, I expect you to
have your nails properly polished all the time, everyday, just like I
do," she directed. "It becomes a part of you, permanently, like your
tattoo. The only time you're not wearing nail polish is when you're
redoing your nails. I want you so used to having your nails painted
you'll feel naked without them done."
Eric dropped his hands and head, his heart sank.
"Do you understand?" she asked, demanding an answer.
"Yes," he said nodding, "I understand." He had the posture of somebody
defeated. She said she would be cruel, he reminded himself. It was
going to be horribly humiliating but it was clearly what she wanted. He
needed to do his best to obey and accept it, the most important thing
was keeping her happy. He twisted back towards the mirror, wondering if
he would ever see himself without painted nails again. He still looked
terrible, not very feminine at all, but was almost grateful for his
slight build. From a distance, perhaps from behind, people might ignore
him, maybe not realize he was a feminized sissy, might think he was an
actual girl and entitled to nail polish and high heels. Was it really
so horribly bad?
"We're leaving in a few minutes, get ready to go... Erica." And with
that, Julia had renamed him. She walked out of the room leaving him to
try to absorb everything. He couldn't help but look into the mirror
again, at the reflection of the sissy there, wondering how much more
Julia would really do to him.
"Don't stand there all day, Erica!" she yelled from the other room.
Carefully, finding his balance, he stumbled out of the room to join
her. It was going to be a terrible day.