Obedience Training of the Stepford Men: Pain, Humiliation & Change

Chapter 2

"Like you lost your manhood?" she pursued.

"This is humiliating, now may I please have the key?"

"If you recall, I said this was the first step," she reminded him and reached for the body lotion she had ready for this occasion. As she gently massaged it into his skin she said, "You look more lean and muscular now. I'm really pleased with your progress.” His body shuddered with anticipation as she touched his smooth, bare skin. His anticipation ended when she added, “What I need you to do now is call in sick and vacuum the house, dust everything and wash the windows."

"Damn, you're a real slave driver!"

"That's an apt word. Also, work in the nude so you don't mess up your glossy appearance." She gave his balls a squeeze and said, "I'm off to work," leaving him standing there looking confused. She locked their bedroom door on her way out.

He finally looked in the mirror and saw a boyish, naked man with tanned, smooth, glistening, hairless skin and a shiny, metal tube where his c**k should be. He'd had a throbbing engorgement attempting to break through the tube ever since he began shaving, giving in to her demands, engaging in this definitive act of contrition. He had called her a slave driver. What did that make him? He called his boss and probably sounded convincingly sick with his weak and helpless mind-set. With a flicker of independence, he decided to slip on his PJ bottoms until just before she would arrive home. When he found the bedroom door locked, he broke out in a sweat and was flooded with the realization that she was in complete control. He had abused his freedom and she had taken it away.

He grabbed the vacuum cleaner and rushed to clean the house. He cleaned the carpets, used the dusting wand to clean the woodwork, stretching his sweaty, naked body, feeling his c**k and balls swinging exposed to the air, kneeling to clean behind the furniture, taking pride in his performance as a house slave. As he shook rugs in the back yard, he fantasized and felt the excitement of having to expose himself publically as part of his slave status. However, when it came time to clean the front windows, he was confronted with the reality of his situation. The sidewalk was only twelve feet from the house. There were three double windows with nine panes in each section, fifty four panes, 216 corners to scrub clear. As he sprayed Windex on the upper panes and stretched to a full frontal pose to wipe, he felt humiliated and resentful that he had been forced to expose himself to any passerby who would notice his movements and look into the window. He would never do this if he had a choice, but he had none. When a man walking his dog stared at him, he realized this was no fantasy but the real thing. He felt a surge of excitement over the humiliation and helplessness as his c**k pressed against the metal. He desperately needed release and for the first time ever it was denied. He was being punished and the only way out was to please her, get released and never put himself in this position again. He finally finished the windows, rushed to clean all the mirrors and then both bathrooms. When she arrived, he was mopping the kitchen floor, sweating, exhausted and with disheveled hair. She inspected the house and kissing his dripping face said, "You did more than expected. Take a shower and come to the bedroom for your reward."

When he arrived, she was wearing a black neck band, half cup bra and lace strips outlining her v****a. He had never been so turned on and eagerly approached her feeling he was about to explode. Her response, however, was to order him to make the bed since the room had been locked when he cleaned. He realized she wasn't ready to relinquish control just yet and he would have to postpone any thought of relief. She told him this would be the greatest s*x he has ever experienced and handed him a pair of handcuffs separated by a twenty-four inch chain.

"Put these on behind your back."

"But I thought..."

"I'm afraid you'll go crazy when you're released. Now put them on and lay on your back."

He complied and she removed the cage. His c**k immediately sprung straight up, dribbling with pre-come. She rolled a c**k ring onto it, asking, "How does that feel, dear?"

He could only moan, "Please," as she rubbed her latex collar against his face and neck and then straddled his stomach, playing with his n*****s and leaving his c**k waving helplessly in the air.

"You're pretty horny. Did you miss me today?" She slid up to his face and he got the point and began sucking her juices, bringing her to orgasm twice before she eased up. During this time he could only moan and squirm, unable to move his hands more than a few inches, pulling the chain side-to-side under his back. Eventually, she backed off and began sucking his n*****s. His body thrust violently and he begged her to stop.

"I can't take it anymore."

She then straddled him again and said, "If you stop thrusting, I'll let you in." She lowered herself carefully and rose up quickly after just touching the tip of his throbbing c**k. Pushing the sweat up his forehead into his hair she said, "You need to stay perfectly still while I let you inside."

He stammered, "I'll, I'll, try."

She lowered herself again and at the first twitch of his c**k, withdrew and took his head between her hands, saying, "Easy does it."

He felt like a little boy, following orders and waiting for permission to have his first ejaculation. Forcing himself to stay calm under the circumstances, took every ounce of his concentration. His hands involuntarily pulled against the chain connecting them under his ass, his groin wanted to thrust up and his body was trembling with tension and anticipation. He could only look up at his wife with a pleading expression as she demanded that he control his excitement after five weeks of denial and merciless teasing. For the first time he realized what a powerful and dominating force she represented.

Eventually, he was able to control all movement of his throbbing erection and she lowered herself onto him. With the help of the c**k ring, she managed to have an orgasm as he moaned and held back. Finally, she said, "Go to it," and he released a series of jetting sprays that surprised them both. He said he never experienced anything anywhere close to the intensity of this orgasm.

As they kissed, she asked if this was the kind of s*x he wanted and he said, "Always." He was soon hard again and she gave him a blow job while he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She pushed him back down on his back, licked him clean and immediately locked the cage back on his c**k. He sat back up, pulling the chain against his back.

"What are you doing? I thought..." he protested.

"Didn't you say you wanted this quality of s*x always? You deprived yourself for six weeks and look at the results. We can try once a month, if you're good, and see how great that is."

"Once a month? If I'm good!?"

"You know, shave your body daily, abstain from alcohol, be an obedient husband and you'll earn my permission."

"I said I wanted great s*x always. Not to be your slave always."

"I'm just keeping the upper hand here. If you want to think of yourself as a slave, that's alright with me." Throwing him a towel, "Now, change and wash those sheets!"

He felt his erection return as his confusion gave way to certainty. He had lost forever any rights he’d had as a husband and she was firmly in control. As he dried his sweat he tried to think of something else to say, but she was staring with a broad smile at his renewed attempt at an erection and he knew their relationship had shifted for good. This was reinforced when she stopped him from dressing.

"As a self-professed slave, you won't be wearing any clothes at home. After you make the bed, you can reciprocate for that blowjob I gave you by eating some p***y and then make me a martini before you cook dinner." She had him hang the handcuffs on a nail above the bed and attached a twelve month calendar with his release date circled.

The group applauded as Nancy finished her story. It was obvious the woman would still be passively coping with an out-of-control husband but for her involvement with the Stepford group.

“But did the change last?” Mary wanted to know. “Wouldn’t the man eventually rebel?”

“We call it relapse. You may need to use reinforcement, like whipping him if the house cleaning isn’t up to par. Once he accepts the degradation and humiliation of being your slave, he’ll accept increases in punishment.”

Nancy returned to her story:

This man was very passive and dependent, generally. So when she learned from his co-worker’s wife he had started drinking at lunch, she waited until his thirty days were up, and on a Saturday morning, confronted him with this knowledge. He tried to deny it but turned red with guilt and trepidation. She handed him a white, Lycra string bikini and ordered him to wear it while cutting the front lawn. He looked out the window and saw his neighbor was also cutting his lawn. He protested and was told to get out there immediately or his punishment would be doubled. He stalled until the neighbor went in and hurriedly started cutting the grass wearing only work-shoes and the bikini with his c**k cage outlined under the stretched Lycra and only a string running up the crack in his butt. However, the neighbor came back out with his grass edger. He stared, came over and laughed as he learned the man admitted he was being punished by his wife. When he finished cutting the grass, she said he should have used the grass catcher and he then had to rake and bag the grass. Then he was told to use the edger and then sweep the sidewalk and along the curb. He’d spent much of the day in the front yard and their lawn had never looked so good. By the time he finally finished, the entire neighborhood had seen or heard about his predicament. His body was covered in sweat with his hair plastered over his forehead. He was red-faced and refused to make eye contact as neighbors slowly drove by and kids on bicycles appeared.

“I’ll never be able to look our neighbors in the eye again.”

“You will, once you accept your new status here,” she replied. “Tomorrow you will receive another punishment for dragging your feet in starting to cut the grass.” She wouldn’t tell him what the punishment would be and he tried extra hard to please her the rest of the night. He learned that licking and sucking her toes while she laid on her back, twisting a dildo in his rectum, particularly pleased her. She then fastened the dildo onto a butt plug and had him strap it on while sucking her juices. In between orgasms she remarked how he satisfied her so much more when he was suffering. “Kind of a desperate ferociousness in your p***y-eating.”

On Sunday, she hadn’t forgotten or forgiven. The second punishment for stalling was to fold laundry and do the ironing in their backyard, wearing only his c**k cage. After the humiliation in the front yard, he readily complied, but heard giggling and saw that neighbors on both sides were peeking over the privacy fence. He had tried not to think of his appearance, but was now mortified. A naked slave displaying his entire body on his wife’s orders. She then removed the top three buttons and cut the sleeves above the elbow on all his shirts, telling him to iron in cuffs to expose his hairless chest and muscles at the office. News traveled fast and his slave status was now public and reinforced in his mind and self image. He tried to cover his caged c**k as he worked in the back yard, but didn’t protest or try to go in the house. He had disobeyed and now accepted his punishment.