This is the first of a new spin-off from my other stuff. I am examining cuckholding and male submission, unlike most of my other stories that involve females being submissive. It is a work in progress as I research and I expect it to grow in scope and breadth if I like what I am writing.
If this is your fetish, I would accept suggestions to make the writing better as I do not live it. Just remember I have to make it fit in my world.
Okay, here is the usual. All over 18, this is not necessarily a non-con situation, the character made the choice, liking it or not, it was made willingly unlike most of my other work, and if that's not your cup of Bog Water, then move on. Thanks
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Pet moved around the space with a dust towel, making sure to capture any stray fiber or dust. So concerned about gathering all the dust, Pet knocked over a picture frame, hearing it clatter on the floor.
The submissive male turned quickly and snatched the fallen object off the polished hardwood floor. Stopping and looking at the picture, he knew his Miss kept this specific picture to help him remember where he came from.
It was a picture of him, five foot ten, average shoulders, brown hair but blue eyes. He was always fit, in shape, but not overly obsessed about it. He was standing in front of the Stable as it was when it started, alone and cocky.
Then he had been Tom, not Thomas or anything unusual. Just Tom.
He had married Lorna out of high school, girl with rich parents. He expected to marry her and set himself up with at least one side girl. Lorna wasn't unattractive, however Tom thought he could do better...just not with the money.
He had been put in charge of getting a stable ready for horses, he was told. No one had told him that they would be female horses, human horses.
And one of those females had been his downfall. His ruin.
Her name had been Brittany, or Whisper as a pony. However, Tom found her to do anything but when they were together. Her screams nearly got the both of them caught numerous times.
And caught they had eventually been caught when Brittany ended up pregnant.
Lorna had been furious. And her family had begged her to cut him loose. Tom groveled at her feet, swearing that he would do anything to make it up to her. Little did he know what "anything" would be.
First was the cage, not that the male had anything near average. The small cage, the size ordered, not just the actual size of it, to contain his four inch erection. It was small, confining and painful. Just as Lorna wanted it to be.
And that worked for awhile. He was contained during the day, begging at night for his wife to release him from the prison. And she did, for a little while.
However, the first cage had been able to be worked around eventually and he could be free when Lorna wasn't around. Then he was caught with another one of their horses, and Lorna had enough.
Again he groveled and begged. Swore he would obey, he would do anything.
It was then that Lorna became serious. And Tom had not been prepared.
His choices were clear: submit to her completely and never complain, or divorce her and pay back millions of dollars they lost from the two ponies he had defiled. The first had never been able to return after having her child. Tom could never pay back the money she demanded, so he was stuck.
So he agreed and stayed.
The next cage improved, so much it was tight, much more than the first. It kept his one inch flaccid cock folded upon itself with no room to move. Anytime he got any sort of arousal, it was painful. And that's what Lorna was going for.
Dresses were next. His Miss didn't want him in makeup and looking "pretty". She wanted him, fully male, walking around in pastel dresses looking humiliating in them. And he was. He hated them. He would rather be naked, as he was at home, than in those dresses. However, there was no choice. He was stuck.
It wasn't until she laid down the rest of the package that he felt himself panicking. He would never leave the house again looking like Tom. His name was now Pet, never to speak his other name again. He would never leave the house alone without being in a dress and cage, and never alone.
It was the punishments that brought him down more than anything. She never restrained him, forcing him to submit himself to it. She would spank him until his ass was raw and he couldn't sit down for four days, paddles, canes, brushes...nothing was off limits, as long as she wanted it. And each time, he had to thank her and ask for more. Failure to do so would be met harshly. He only had to learn that once.
Pet, distracted, didn't hear the door open and was caught with the picture in his hand thinking about his past life.
"Thinking of leaving, Pet? The door is right there." Lorna spoke and he jumped, the frame clattering back to the floor.
"No, Miss. I am thrilled with my life, Miss. I just knocked it off the shelf." he hastily shook his head and replaced the frame on the shelf.
"It doesn't look like the house is complete. Being slovenly today, are you?"
Pet tried to find something to argue, but the look on his Miss's face that told him to nod. "Yes, Miss. I'm sorry."
"This after our experience at the Stable? Favouring a pony again? Is my pet wanting to be a female pony?"
"No Miss!" he protested loudly, then corrected himself. "Please no, Miss. I am happy being your pet."
"We will see. Gather your paddle." Lorna demanded and saw her pet's shoulder's slump, but he moved to comply.
Walking up the back staircase, built specifically for him. Each step squeaked or creaked reminding him where he was and where he was going. Written long the wall for the first three of twelve steps, in his own hand were phrases Miss had him write.
