Ms Tara refocus' her cuckold husband
By: Todayshiddenobsession
October 21, 2022
This story is a fantasy femdom / cuckold tale.
It is my first attempt at writing any kind of fiction, so constructive criticism is welcome but be gentle please.
I'm also very interested if it stimulated your libido.
It is written in 4 parts that read better when read in order, but I think each part could live on its own.
I want to thank MsTara, which is the pen name for an actual dominant wife I met on an online blog site.
She has graciously allowed me to use her name in the story.
She related a fantasy along this line to me and that was my inspiration for the story.
It was originally written for her.
Please enjoy
Chapter 1. New challenge for her cuckold husband
You pull into the driveway after a long day at work.
Powerful dominant women sometimes need to negotiate the politically sensitive male dominated world of big business. It's nice to come back to a home where you control all aspects of life without the need to deal with misogynist fools.
As you drive along the long, winding driveway you see Tony out in one of the gardens clearing weeds. He works very hard to keep your estate pristine.
He was the owner of the largest landscaping company in the country. His company's lucrative contracts maintaining most of your properties.
His brother Dave, his former partner, is mowing your lawn using a ride on mower near by.
Both men, simply existed inside a male driven industry. They are very talented at their trade, but were putting up a front as strong, successful entrepreneurs. They were really living a lie. Both, being naturally submissive to women, were drawn to a strong woman's leadership, rather than trying to uncomfortably, follow societies view of what men should be. They resisted their natural order because they were raised with the idea that men should be leaders in the world.
After several meetings to negotiate a better deal from their company it became clear to you who they truly were. You thought at the time, they would make the perfect addition to your stable of submissive males.
Neither man was a match for your negotiating skills. Instead of getting a better contract deal, you ended up buying their company for a fraction of what it was worth. At first, they were content with running a company under your leadership but deep down they needed to give you more. You inspired them to invest the money you paid for their company back into what is now your business, without any conditions that they owned any part of it. In exchange you would accept them into your home as full-time subs.
Now they serve as live in servants, who's sole purpose is submitting to your authority. The business they once owned has grown to even larger, more profitable heights, under your leadership, while they have been consummated into content domestics in your home.
It makes you happy to witness your empire grow, while the men who submit to you as naked chastised servants toil and sweat to provide you with a life of leisure.
Not all men are submissive, just as not all women are dominant. That wouldn't be any fun at all. Some men are truly strong, powerful beings. Dominant women need these men also from time to time.
Some men, like Tony and Dave, though strong in body, are much happier naked, wearing only their locked chastity cages and a sun hat simply because you told them it would please you for them to serve this way.
Both willing subordinates are well coloured, without any signs of tan lines as result of long days working outdoors naked. Looking at their fit, coppered, naked bodies pleases you.
You make a mental note to remind them about making sure they are protected from the sun at the next house meeting. You don't want any of your treasured boys getting sun burned.
Your property is vast with forest, ponds and streams. The manicured area is secluded enough that none of the males who serve you need to worry about being seen, by nosy neighbours.
That doesn't mean no one knows about the harem you keep. On many occasions you host gatherings of friends or colleagues, both male and female.
There is never any change in their attire, unless you have them adorned for a theme.
Your general rule is," submissives are not allowed clothes on the property, unless otherwise instructed by you."
You enjoy having your males on display with their locked-up penis' visible to anyone who cares to look. You enjoy watching these males; your submissive males, scurrying around the house and property, fully exposed, naked except for their chastity, and bound or gagged as their tasks permit, simply because it is your desire, they remain that way.
Your husband sees your car stop in front of the house and is immediately there to open the car door, greeting you with, "welcome home Mistress." He begins to collect anything you need brought in.
You get out of the car and admonish him, "is this how you greet your wife slut. Where is my kiss?"
With a look alarm regarding this transgression, he drops to his knees on the gravel surface and kisses both of your feet in humble thralldom.
"Enough!" you bark. "You should not need to be reminded to show me the respect I deserve. I will deal with this transgression later."
You push him away with your foot. He falls back on his bare ass with a grunt as he lands on the rough surface. You head empty handed towards the house calling behind you. "Gather my things and follow me, my chaste, cuckold husband." With arms full, hubby hurries to catch up to open the door of the house for you. He desperately does not want another demerit.
His existence revolves around serving his glorious wife and his heart breaks any time he displeases you.
You smile at your success with him. You started his training early in your relationship. He has always been submissive to you even from your first date. He viewed himself as a strong independent man and you even let him make love to you as a traditional lover at first.
Soon, he fell under the spell of your authoritative presence and your relationship drastically changed to the better for both of you.
Now as your fully trained submissive husband, he oversees your collection of male servants when you are away. This small level of authority sometime gives him the impression he is better than the other men who serve in YOUR home. Occasionally you find it necessary to remind him, he also exists to serve YOUR pleasure.
After your husband's submission, you felt a keen desire to have more men in your service. All would be naked. All would be chaste. All would spend at least some portion of their day bound and or gagged.
A proper stable of submissive men has taken you a few years to be what you assess as near complete. It wasn't as hard as you expected. It is apparently not that difficult to find submissive men who will submit to the rule of a dominant woman like yourself.
But the man you honoured with being your husband was your first.
You don't consider hubby your equal, no, he is your submissive and he knows it too. He is required to wear the same 'uniform' as the rest of your stable.
He loves you and worships you with every part of his being.
For you, the difference between him and the rest of your male harem is you also love him.
He is your favourite. He always has been. Most nights, if one of your lovers are not staying over, you even allow him to sleep with you in YOUR bed. Almost always cuffed or bound when you don't want his hands for your pleasure of course. He has gotten extremely good with his mouth; his hands and arms are rarely free at night.
You chose him not because he was weak and easily led into submission. No, you allowed him the honour of being your life partner because he was strong enough to know he needed your leadership. He was strong enough to give himself 100% to you, expecting nothing in return but the chance to serve the love of his life.