[Author's note: Hector is married to Lotte, with whom he has signed a slave contract to become her 24/7 submissive. Lotte has previously outsourced her husband's training to her best friend Bea, who has demonstrated a hidden aptitude for dominance that belies her softer, happy-go-lucky nature.
Hector thought a slave life was what he wanted. Lotte's definition of a Female-Led Relationship is more developed. Bea's divorce is still fresh on her mind. When you give up control, where can it lead?
This story contains themes of female domination, male slavery and degradation.]
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NONE OF THOSE THINGS EVER AGAIN
Lotte shifted and Hector opened his eyes, frowning. Light was seeping into the bedroom around the curtains, giving enough illumination to make out his surroundings. Lotte was curled up against him, her pretty face slack, still fast asleep, her black hair strewn across the pillow. She was wearing a sleep top and pants, but the warmth of her body against his was delicious. Hector was naked.
That didn't matter. After what they had experienced last night, downstairs, the only thing that mattered to him was that it was over and he'd passed all his wife's tests. He had the aches and pains to prove it. Lotte had pushed him to the edge, dressing him as her maid, degrading him, pegging him, and all of it with Bea as a witness, but he hadn't deviated. He'd managed to stay the course, even to the point of cleaning up his own emissions from the table just because his wife had ordered him to.
He laid comfortably in bed, listening to his wife's soft breathing against his shoulder, and it felt like last night was a long way away. Lotte had allowed him into bed, had allowed him to fall asleep next to her. She had wrapped her arms around him like she used to do, back when he was her husband and she was his wife.
As the daylight brightened, he allowed himself a little smile. They'd finally be able to put aside the ridiculous slave training manual she was adhering to, that she'd been given by some mysterious benefactor on the web, and get on with being husband and wife again, albeit with some adjustments to the power balance in their relationship.
Hector was willing to let his wife have her little victories. She had proven her superiority in front of an audience of her best friend at dinner, but he knew that Lotte without an audience would treat him differently. They'd be able to find a new balance of give-and-take in this female-led relationship.
His manhood twitched in its little plastic casing as her remembered his wife's words, the promise of a reward for his service. Yes, she would need to free his erection first, but then they could enjoy a weekend of leisurely fun, reaffirming their bonds to each other after a testing time in their relationship.
"Coffee, slave, and toast."
Hector turned to his wife and smiled, but when he looked into her grey eyes he saw that she wasn't going to reciprocate.
"In fact, you know what I want for breakfast and yet I seem to have woken up without it. What have you been doing all this time, slave?"
"Hey, Lotte, less of the slave, okay?"
His wife propped her head up on her hand and surveyed him coolly.
"Incorrect form of address, that's a reprimand. Refusal to carry out an order, that's another reprimand. Honestly, I've been awake for sixty seconds and I'm already having to deal with you. The training obviously needs to continue."
Hector stared at his wife, waiting for her stern expression to falter, a smile to light her face, Lotte to give a little laugh at seeing the shock on his face, teasing him. She didn't, and as the seconds passed, Hector realised with a sinking feeling that she wasn't going to. His wife was deadly serious. He opened his mouth to protest, but the only words that emerged were the ones she expected to hear. This was his life.
"Sorry, Mistress."
He rolled out of bed, hauling himself upright, not bothered by the fact that he was naked. He was more concerned with the discomfort between his buttocks from his wife's strap-on the previous night. He felt swollen and tender, taking little steps towards the bedroom door.
"Looks like you took it pretty hard last night."
Hector looked back towards his wife, expecting some expression of concern from her. He found that he desperately needed it, just that little crumb of sympathy to let him know that she acknowledged what she'd done. But, Lotte's eyes gleamed with rekindled desire.
"We'll get you used to it, slave. Next time, you'll be better prepared."
Lotte smiled, but Hector turned away, shuffling through the door and downstairs to the kitchen.
His stomach was empty, again. He'd made two servings for dinner last night, not eating the scraps because he'd believed he was going to be the second person at the dining table. That was until Bea had arrived, dashing his hopes of a nice, semi-normal meal with his wife. Now, having gone to bed hungry, he was faced with the task of feeding himself and preparing breakfast for his wife without keeping her waiting and earning more reprimands.
He started the coffee machine, putting bread in the toaster and then opting to eat a slice of untoasted bread while he waited. The slice was halfway to his mouth when he stopped.
Reprimands. Punishments. Next time.
Lotte had promised to reward him last night, and had instead violated his backside with a strap-on. She'd promised that he would be rewarded after, but having seen the thin stream of cum leaking from his caged cock, she'd taken that as a sign that he'd already climaxed during the anal stimulation she'd administered.
There had been no reward upstairs in bed afterwards, just Lotte instructing him to wrap his body around hers and hold her while she drifted off to sleep. He'd been awake for an hour after, his caged manhood rock solid in its prison, his body aching for any form of release, wholly unsatisfied by the prostate milking he'd received on the coffee table. Her last words had been to promise a reward in the morning.
Now, he was two reprimands into the red. In the cold light of the new day, he realised that the reward wasn't coming, that the carrot dangling in front of him was always going to be just there, a day away, out of reach, because that's how Lotte wanted it. The toast popped up and he buttered it and began to eat. He put another two slices of toast into the toaster and began to sip the coffee he'd made, setting up the machine to make another one. Lotte could wait: Hector was having breakfast.
He made his way back upstairs again with breakfast to find Lotte propped up on the pillows with her phone in her hand. She gave him a stony look.
"That took a while."
"Sorry, Mistress. I have it here, now. Where should I put it?"
"Just give it to me." She took the coffee and the plate from him. "What were you doing?"
"I made myself breakfast, Mistress."
There was no point hiding it. The coffee would be on his breath. Lotte's eyes narrowed and he braced himself for a scolding.
"You mean, while I was up here hungry, you were feeding yourself downstairs. I was waiting."
"Sorry, Mistress."
"I don't wait. A slave puts his Mistress first. That's going to cost you, slave. It's going to set your reward back."
"Again, Mistress? That would be the third time."
Hector had let the words out almost without thinking, and his wife bristled.
"Shower, shave, get ready. You have work to do. Go," she snapped.
"It's the weekend, what work do I have to do?" Hector asked, "I had expected to be spending time with you, Mistress."
I had been expecting to enjoy my reward for faithful service, he thought to himself.
"I'm sending you to Bea. She needs you more than I do. You'll know when I tell you. Go."
Hector held her gaze a moment longer, before replying, "Of course Mistress. I exist to serve."
He turned and headed into the ensuite bathroom, before his startled wife could respond.
In the shower, Hector smiled to himself, replaying the look on his wife's face. He'd blown his chances of any mythical reward now, the brief moment of hopefulness he'd felt as he woke had now evaporated completely. They were still playing Lotte's game. Hector was a slave and he needed to obey his mistress because that was what Lotte expected of him.
