Michael carefully folded the freshly laundered lingerie and put it away in Miss Angela's wardrobe. That done, he looked around her bedroom and, in doing so, noticed that her dressing table could do with a tidy. Although that wasn't actually on today's list of chores maybe, just maybe, she would notice that he had gone that extra mile and he might be rewarded with a coveted 'good boy'.
But getting a reward was far from his prime motivation. Sure, the 'good boy's, or even the rare ecstasy of an orgasm, could make his day, or even his week but more and more they paled in comparison of the simple reward of knowing that, through his efforts, Miss Angela's life was a little more perfect
He'd been a 'house husband' for quite some time now. Miss Angela, CEO of a major company, was the sole wage earner in the household. His role was more supportive, nurturing. When she returned from a hard day at the office his duty was to ensure that there was a meal in the oven, a G&T in her hand, and a soothing foot massage when required.
On good days he was allowed to perform more intimate services -- he was justly proud of his skill with his tongue -- and on very good days Miss Angela would make use of his manhood and, sometimes....
But it had been a while since he had been allowed to come. Miss Angela had made it quite clear that, of all the rewards at her disposal, that was the one that would be meted out most sparingly. Her pleasure, and hers alone, was all that mattered and his pleasure, such as it was, should come from serving her and not from satisfying his base desires. As such, an orgasm was a prize that she would only grant on the very rare occasions when it amused her to do so.
With the bedroom spotless Michael retired to the kitchen for his lunch. He put together a light salad and glass of water as per his strict diet regime and sat at the breakfast bar to eat it. And that's when he saw the folder.
The folder bothered him for two reasons. Firstly it simply shouldn't have been there. He kept the kitchen as spick and span as he kept the rest of the house and stray folders had no business lying about on the breakfast bar.
Secondly it had his name on the cover. Much as he knew better than to poke around in Miss Angela's private papers he wouldn't be human if he wasn't curious as to what was inside. For a while his training and his curiosity fought with each other but, in the end, he couldn't help himself. He reached for the file, opened it up, and took out the sheath of papers he found inside. He took the top paper from the pile and started to read.
Dear Angela
Your name has been passed to us by a mutual friend -- I won't say who quite yet -- as someone who would benefit from our services. I know, I don't like unsolicited sales pitches either but, before you throw it in the recycling, please take a minute or two to read our proposal. I'm sure you'll find it worth your while.
Michael turned to the next item.
The 'StepfordBoy' Training Scheme
Every independently wealthy woman knows the type. Let's call him the Tom Cat. He's kind, he's courteous, he's caring, he's devilishly handsome and an expert at the art of making love.
But, just when you're thinking 'maybe this time' you find his attention starting to wander. All of a sudden he's busy elsewhere, he's late for appointments, he doesn't return your calls, and, before you know it, he's gone.
And that's when you realise just how much he's taken. Not just your time, not just your money, not just your gifts, but, far more importantly, your self esteem.
And, determined that you won't be fooled again, you lock up your feelings and hide in your loneliness. To the outside world you have everything but, inside, that's another matter.
Does this sound in any way familiar? If so, you weren't the first and you won't be the last.
But what if we could change this story? What if we could tame this Tom Cat? What if we could reign in his wanderlust leaving his charm, his looks, his youthful vigour, everything that makes him desirable. What if we could add complete devotion -- devotion to you and you alone?
Is this the stuff of science fiction? Maybe it was once but, nowadays, truth can be stranger than fiction.
Recent breakthroughs in behavioural science enable us to offer our 'StepfordBoy' program. This transformative process domesticates and house trains the Tom Cat of your choice, curbing his incorrigible ways and curing his wanderlust. Just hand him over to us and, two weeks later, we'll return to you a fully trained puppy completely and absolutely dedicated to you and your desires. Your wish will be his command; his sole passion will be to please you, his mistress, in any way you choose.
FAQs
Won't this process change my Tom Cat into a mindless robot?
No! The 'StepfordBoy' process is just like training a puppy. He's still the lovable scamp he was before but now he comes to heel when told. He can still act as your companion both in public and in private without anyone but you knowing the secret of his devotion.
What if I don't like what he's become?
We are so sure that you will be delighted with the end result that we ask for no remuneration until you are sure you're completely happy. Your 'StepfordBoy' will be delivered a six month 'approval' basis. If, after six months, you are not absolutely delighted with your new puppy all you need do is return him to us for deprogramming and there will be nothing at all to pay.
And what if I get bored with my puppy farther on down the line.
A number of options are available. Unless regularly maintained the 'StepfordBoy' process fades over time so, for some owners, the kindest option is simply to redeploy your puppy in a service role: gardener, handyman or chauffeur for example, where he can still serve you without needing your attention. Alternatively he can be returned to us for reprogramming and he will never bother you again. Whichever option you choose you can be assured that we will be available for help and advice.
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