This story takes place in a fantasy world where certain norms of society do not exist! If forced slavery, nonconsensual sex, strict bondage, and other such things offend you, they are not against the law or outside societal norms in this fantasy world, please read something less offensive to you!
Tom had graduated from college with a coding degree four years before. His wife Anne and he met at the university during a sorority fund raiser. They had a meeting, and she was the senior committee member for the fundraiser.
After the second meeting Anne asked Tom if he would like to take her to dinner. Tom had thought from the start that the cute little sorority brunette was out of his league. She looked as though she was a gymnast at 5'3" and had a compact athletic body. After the second date Anne was directing the relationship.
She led him to the bedroom in his apartment and at twenty-four years old she took his virginity almost by force. Riding him to two of her orgasms before allowing him to release his first. His balls had ached for three days from her pulling on them as he got close to getting his orgasm.
She was a perpetual cock tease. The worst part was his parents adored Anne, when she asked him to marry her, he immediately agreed. She went to his first job interview with him and convinced the software company that he was the best coder they were going to find.
Anne worked in retail sales, making substantially more than he did with her business degree and "Mary Lou" good looks. Every night she had him working on business software that she said was going to revolutionize accounting and payroll for medium to large companies.
It was at their first anniversary dinner that Tom and Anne had their first marital confrontation. Anne opened her laptop, went to their internet provider, opened the history, and turned the screen to her spouse.
"Every morning from 6 am to a little after 7 am our browser history shows it going to "Femdom Stories" are you researching something I need to know about?" Anne asked. "I followed the links back to the ones you have been reading for the past five months and concluded, I want you to either logically rebut what my conclusion is or to sign this document."
Anne slid a boiler plate "Female Led Relationship" document with some of her own revisions across to her stunned husband.
Tom turned beet red in embarrassment. Began to sign the document without reading it.
"I would read that before you sign it. It was written by my client Pam that is a divorce litigator and there are some provisions in that document protecting my possessions, by signing you effectively become a possession of mine. No different than a couch or a dog." Anne explained.
Tom slowed his role and as always followed his wife's direction. He read the document. Line four was that his new role as husband included complete submission to the requests and desires of his owner and Mistress Anne. His freedoms and wants were completely at her discretion and this included the ability to wear clothing.
The more Tom read, the more complete the ownership sounded. He finished the document, stripped his clothing off, folding it on the table. This exposed Anne to his rock hard 9" cock glistening with precum on the tip as he removed his wet spotted underwear.
Anne slid a red inked pen to him and a sewing needle. "It will need a signature and fingerprint of your right index finger. Pam will post it for review with the marital court and I should have ownership documents in hand by the first of next month."
Tom signed, poked his finger, and put his print next to the date with his signature.
"Go to our bed, lie on your back and I will be with you in a moment." Anne ordered Tom as she put the document in a manila envelope and set her purse on it.
Anne entered the bedroom and her possession had followed instructions to a tea. Anne pulled a brand-new jar of lubricant from her nightstand and tossed a vibrating Hitachi wand on the bed next to Tom.
"Put these on and they only come off as you dress at the door to go to work or where ordered. These are all you wear inside my house. You crawl everywhere inside this house and are naked, only clothed in these." Anne said, tossing a set of black leather cuffs and collar to Tom on the bed.
Anne gave Tom's hard cock a couple of lubricating strokes as he installed the cuffs and put on the collar. Anne had placed ropes attached to the bottom rail of the bed, before dinner. She secured her new slave to the four corners, spread eagle on his back. Tom watched as his petite owner undressed herself.
Tom could smell Anne's arousal as her underwear entered his mouth to gag him.
"I am going to ride my cock to an orgasm. If you take one yourself, I will beat my cock with a ruler until it can no longer get hard." Anne told the now gagged Tom. "You will now request any orgasm you wish to receive and since you are gagged there will be none allowed tonight."
Anne took a rubber band, pinched Tom's scrotum around with her right index finger and thumb. She began to wrap the scrotum above his balls with the rubber band. On the sixth wrap she had trouble getting both testicles though the tight rubber loop and let it snap down in the center, cleaving the two egg shaped organs and tightly wrapping the left testicle.
Tom moaned into the panties and his cock twitched with the painful snap. Anne crawled up onto the bed and straddled Tom's chest.
"Remember the night I took your virginity? This will resemble that night, but you are not to orgasm." Anne reminded Tom.
Anne turned "reverse cowgirl" and Tom watched her slide his sensitive cock head back and forth in her hot folds. Anne slowly lowered herself on the large 9" cock she had enjoyed for the last two years with a new feeling of arousal in her stomach.
Anne pulled and twisted her rubbery nipples as she slowly rode the thick shaft. Anne got close and buried the shaft in her vaginal canal, rocked her hips, grinding her clitoris into the base of his shaft as she squeezed the purple tight sack between Tom's legs pulling the testicles up and into her clit, making him scream through her panties as she got hers.
Anne slid up off Tom, slid backward and rubbed her pussy all over his face.
"You are not allowed to wash my odor off of your face until I order it." Anne said, marking her territory like a bitch in heat.
Anne removed herself from the bed, painfully pulled the rubber bands off Tom's scrotum replacing it with a freezer pack for box lunches. Anne left him there to retrieve her glass of wine from the table along with a velvet bag from her purse.
Tom was moaning with the cold covering his abused crotch when Anne returned. His member was now shrunk as small as Anne remembered seeing it in the mountain lake, they skinny dipped in during their courtship. Anne squirted some lubricant on the cold crotch.
Two minutes later Tom's manhood was contained in a pink polycarbonate cage with a 1.75" ring behind his scrotum and a 2"x1" sheath. Anne released the arms and legs from the ropes, gathered two double ended snaps.
"You should go use the bathroom if you need to, as you have a long night ahead." Anne instructed.
Tom was going to pee standing when it dawned on him that the cage was going to send it in odd directions, so he sat. His urine hitting the water now sounded much like Anne's. Even the sound of urinating was now emasculating. When Tom returned, Anne had the covers and top sheet bunched around the lower part of their bed.
"Face down and grab each ankle with that hand." Anne ordered him.
Anne took two double ended snaps and secured each wrist to an ankle in a modified leapfrog tie, keeping his crotch on the bed instead of ass up. Anne pulled the covers up and lifted them to look down at Tom.
"Get that face into my crotch and get to work. This is your sleeping position from now on. You will wake me each morning with your tongue and mouth, yes even when I am menstruating. Get to it." Anne told him as she opened her electronic book and took a sip of her wine.
For the first time in her life Anne felt truly complete. She would have to call Tom's mother in the morning to let her know of her son's status change, so she wasn't surprised if she came to visit and her boy was naked, crawling on the floor.
Anne slept soundly that night and was woken by soft sucking and a tongue stroking in her pussy. Anne had Tom clean her in the shower and showed him how to properly shave around her vagina, asshole, and her legs without nicking her with the razor.
Anne got ready for the day in a light sundress and flats. Did her makeup as usual and rang Tom's mom Marge. The conversation was much better than she thought. Marge had admitted it had taken her three years before putting Ed in an FLR agreement. That was just after Tom was born. Marge invited Anne to attend a meeting of her FLR group of wives.
Anne politely declined but was glad to know it existed. Anne showed Tom the hook he was using to put his cuffs on at waist level next to the door. Watched him dress on the boot bench they had in the entry.
"I informed your mother of your new status. Did you know your father has been in an FLR since the year you were born?" Anne asked Tom.
Tom turned red in answering, "No, Mistress but it does explain a bunch of things."
"I am going to the adult store and get some things for your daily use. When you get home from work, we will go over your new daily, nightly routines and responsibilities." Anne told Tom, giving him a peck on the cheek on his way out.
"Yes Mistress." Tom said, smiling.
The large overweight woman at the adult toy store asked Anne, "Yesterday must have gone well if you're buying all of this for your cuckold?"
"Really well, signed agreement and a man that took to it like a fish out of water. I don't want him to have to wear out my sheets washing them, so he is going to use the machine and prostate milking attachment right here." Anne told the woman and pointed to a variable stroke fucking machine and the prostate attachment for it.
"I keep mine on a goat milker while he is milking his prostate. The light suction keeps him erect, but it is too painful for pleasure. The milker puts the liquids into a jar for him to consume after he finishes." The woman told Anne.
"I will take one and see how he does." Anne replied.
Anne was pretty sure the small man that brought the machine out and put it in the trunk was the subject of the woman's conversation.
Tom walked into the house, removed his clothes in the entryway, and prepared for the evening. Putting on the collar and cuffs. He crawled to the kitchen and saw a note.
"Strip the bed and begin laundering the sheets you stained last night. Once the bedding is in the laundry you will code the accounting and management software for the business development you have been talking about. Once the laundry is done, make me the dinner I have listed on the fridge. I will be home at 8pm and after I have eaten you will be on your milking machine for one hour." Anne had written.
At the top of the paper it said, "Nightly routine."
On the fridge was a recipe for chicken marsala, a green salad and the wine Anne wanted with it. Tom called the grocer and told them to deliver the ingredients he was missing for the meal. Tom did not know what Anne was doing and after the document last night it really wasn't any of his business. His part of their relationship was now to keep her happy in all things.
