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

Chapter 3

“That woman really took decisive action,” Mary observed.

“That’s not all,” Nancy went on. “On that Monday she left him a message at work telling him to meet her at the bank at noon. When he arrived, papers had been drawn up taking his name off all accounts, cars and the house and awaited his signature. He could only mumble, “I don’t see why this is necessary,” as he signed. She answered him in a loud voice saying it was necessary so that he couldn’t buy beer while away from her supervision. He turned beet red as customers turned to look at him. His open shirt and rolled up sleeves exposing his hairless chest and arms contributed to an image of contrite helplessness. She then told him to empty his pockets on the bank clerk’s desk. A customer watching them snickered as she demanded his wallet and handed him his driver’s license. She then scooped up his change, leaving him penniless. His pay would continue to be deposited in the account that he no longer had access to. He would have to ask her for money, show receipts and give her back change.

That afternoon he came home, kissed his wife and stripped naked in the bedroom where he noticed the date of his release had been moved thirty days into the future. His mind seemed in a fog as he oiled his body, made her a martini and cooked and served dinner. He waited until she invited him to join her. She watched TV while he cleaned up the kitchen and then led him to the bedroom. She smiled expectantly and he began to unbutton her blouse while passionately kissing her neck. He then removed her bra and suckled her like a baby and kissed and licked her lower body while going down on his knees and removing her slacks and panties. He then picked her up under her butt and sat her on the bed. He gave her orgasm upon orgasm with a more complete devotion than he had ever felt before. He was focused only on giving her pleasure as a humble servant with no individual needs or expectations. He now had nothing except the honor of serving and worshiping her.

“She never had any problems with him after that,” Nancy concluded. “Now that he was completely and totally dependent on her he did exactly as he was told and tried to anticipate her every need. As for your Paul," Nancy continued, "it seems you won't have to physically force him into our program since you hold the purse strings."

Actually, Mary had to have Paul's father call him and tell him he would be excused from work while he was in the Stepford program. A week later, Mary called Nancy and said her husband had agreed to enroll. He had been borrowing gas money from his friends, but his car broke down and now he was grounded. They arrived at Stepford House on a Friday and met in the first floor living room. Nancy asked Paul his understanding of why he was there.

"For some kind of finishing school. Dad's grooming me to be CEO of his company."

"Well, finishing school implies some touching up on the surface. We start with a more basic inside-out approach," Nancy explained. "The major objective is for you to be obedient to your wife and respect women in general."

"Obey my wife? I'm not a child!"

Mary scoffed, "Oh really? You don't have an education, job or money. Your immature behavior doesn't improve with time. Your status is that of a child."

Paul started to rise. "I don't like where this is heading."

Nancy said, "Take off your clothes" and Jane moved behind him.

Paul exclaimed, "What? No! No way!"

As he stood up, Jane yanked him back and down to the floor. She then sat on his face and leaned forward, ripping his shirt open. As he was pushing up Jane's butt with both hands trying to breathe, Nancy pulled off his shoes, jeans and undershorts. Jane was not wearing panties and gave Paul a taste of her juices. Nancy then gave Jane a signal and she stood up for Nancy to cross Paul's legs and flip him over onto his stomach. They were on him with a pair of handcuffs and this was the beginning of the end of his freedom. Paul silently faced them on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back looking bewildered. Nancy then read him their standard orientation:

You will learn to obey Jane, myself, Mary, and women in general.

Your obedience must be immediate. Any hesitation will warrant punishment.

You will address us as mistress, all women as ma'am and men as sir.

You will speak only when spoken to and keep your head down.

When in the presence of your mistress you must kneel until given permission to stand.

You will use proper language at all times and never raise your voice.

You will respect women and realize they are your superiors.

You will realize that men are weak and need firm limits and structure.

You will accept punishment as something to be expected and deserved.

You will realize that men are not bright enough for other than menial tasks.

Your role in life from now on will be to serve your mistress and give her pleasure.

You may not engage in self-pleasuring behavior unless given permission to do so.

You will be in this program approximately three months or longer if necessary.

Nancy then turned to Mary. "What additional changes do you want us to make?"

"I need him to be more muscular and have a size twenty-eight waist. His brother Ron and I have decided to use him in a new ad campaign to market their company's new reel push mowers and hybrid fescue grass seed. He will provide six months of free lawn care to new customers who have purchased our mower and had us seed their lawn. We're going to call him Mr. Green and show video clips of him using the manual reel mower dressed only in short shorts. Thus, he needs to be able to push the mower easily and look masculine and sexy for our female customers and potential customers. Also, I think he should keep all his hair except for his chest and groin area. He should definitely wear a c**k cage for protection when horny housewives invite him in 'for some lemonade’."

During the orientation, and especially Mary's additions, Paul repeatedly tried to speak, but was shushed by Jane pointing her finger at him. Eventually, she got the flicker whip and stung his c**k every time he opened his mouth. He looked down silently and told himself this was a nightmare and he would soon wake up. Nancy smiled and told Mary, "I can see you are ready to take full advantage of the changes in store. We will see you in about six weeks."

As Paul watched his wife depart he shouted, "Don't leave me here. I'll change. I'll do anything you want.”

She called back, "You will, dear. You will."

He then turned to Jane and said, "I agree with everything you said. Now let me go home to respect and obey my wife."

"Come over here on your knees and eat my p***y," Jane ordered.

"I'm not playing those games," Paul replied.

"I thought you agreed to obey us, acknowledge our superiority, and put our s****l pleasure ahead of your own."

"Well, I guess I can't agree with all that."

"I thought so. New attitudes and beliefs have to be incorporated over time and with stimulus-response training. So, go to the basement and stand facing the small square table you see there."

"f**k you!"

Jane then whipped him toward the basement where Nancy was already headed.

"This is our learning table," Nancy, said, pointing to a sturdy two-foot square table standing two-feet high and sloping down slightly at one end. This is where you will learn to accept the rules you just heard.”

Paul struggled and cursed as they bent him over the table and strapped him to it. His toes barely touched the floor and he could move nothing other than his head to look back at his tormentor. Ahead of him he could see a naked man on a treadmill, sweating, head lowered and looking miserable. Bruce, the Stepford house slave, stood by Paul's head, looking sympathetic.

Jane took over and said, "I'm going to ask ..." Paul drowned her out with his cursing. She jammed a large dildo into his rectum without warning and he screamed. She then continued, "I'm going to ask you some questions as I jam this dildo into your ass. Each question will be accompanied by another thrust of the dildo. If you give the right answer, I'll go on to the next question. If you give the wrong or no answer, or hesitate, I'll repeat the thrust and question. The session will end only when all questions have been answered correctly."

Paul was moaning, "Please..."

(Thrust) "Do you believe women are superior to men?" (Moaning. Thrust) "Do you believe women are superior to men?"

Paul gave out a hurtful cry and pleaded, "Please stop."

"Do you believe women are superior to men?" Jane asked, and thrust again.

"Yes! Yes!" Paul shouted.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"I just know it," he said.

(Thrust) "That's not an answer."

"Because I'm being ass-f****d by a woman." He was crying like a baby now and Bruce was wiping his tears and brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"That's right, weakling. A woman brought you here, two women stripped you naked, and now you're going to answer all my questions," Jane stated in an angry and demanding tone. She then continued, asking questions covering every area of the orientation. Paul tried to give the expected answer to minimize the torture, but earned extra thrusts when he hesitated or qualified his answer.

Trainees all learn to give the correct answer fast. Since the procedure is repeated daily, they begin to question whether the statements might, in fact, be true and eventually accept that the statements are true. Along with the rest of the program, the learning table experience convinces them of each statement's validity. The reality is that for ninety days they feel weak, they behave submissively to minimize punishment and pain, they look up to women since they are on their knees much of the time and have lowered heads otherwise, they are denied s*x and learn to enjoy eating p***y, automatically feel guilty and expect punishment for any real or imagined infraction, and generally feel incompetent, only focusing on immediate obedience.

After her last question, Jane asked Paul if he wanted to be released from the table. He said "Yes," then, "May I be released?" then "May I be released please?" and each time received the dildo thrust. Finally, "May I please be released, mistress?" ended this painful session.

Bruce helped Paul off the table and spoke reassuringly that he would soon learn to minimize the punishment as his obedience increased. Jane then backed Paul up to a hook on the wall and fastened his cuffed hands to it. The hook was high enough to raise Paul's hands to just under his shoulder blades if he stood on tiptoes. His c**k was still stinging and red, his buttocks were covered with throbbing welts and his rectum ached and felt like it had been torn apart. He stood looking at the man on the treadmill as a wife brought another man in on a leash from a trip to the mall. Jane explained this man was in his final stage of accepting his status as a slave and his wife wanted him to experience the humiliation of public display. When she saw Paul, she ordered the man to his hands and knees and walked him over.

Jane said, “This is Paul, our new trainee."

The woman look down at her man said, "This is slave Fred. Tell Paul about your day."

The man sat back on his thighs and brought his hands back, but kept them on the floor on either side of his knees. He looked up at Paul and said, "Well, sir, it was embarrassing. Everyone stared at me. Teenagers laughed and called me names and some Black folks looked angrily at us." He was wearing a gray sleeveless T shirt torn open to the waist into a v shape. The leash was attached to a heavy link chain around his neck and he was hairless, including his head. Paul started crying again. The man said, "Once you accept that you are now a slave you'll find it tolerable. There's no use fighting it."