Well, the holiday screwed me up a bit and I missed posting yesterday. Sorry about that. However, I t
Well, the holiday screwed me up a bit and I missed posting yesterday. Sorry about that. However, I think you all will find it’s worth the wait. This one is intensely non-consensual, a story of someone being brought lower and lower by the hand of a powerful woman. I love it, personally, and I hope you do too. There’s a rhythm to the progression that I particularly enjoy. :)[Transcript]My first mistake was telling my wife that she should dress more feminine, I guess. That they might like her better around the office if she wore shorter skirts and tighter shirts. She didn’t like my advice, so she made me her secretary, dressing me up the way I said she should dress.My next mistake? Complaining about the clothes, the hair, the makeup. The way she made me practice acting all dainty and prissy.So I lost those clothes for being “unprofessional.” Instead, she said I’d be more suited to domestic service. It was maid time. Cleaning the house and serving her. I tried to endure this, but after months of being locked in satin uniforms and patent leather mary-janes, I broke down. I begged her to put a stop to it all. She didn’t like that either.I’ll skip the gory details of the other roles she put me in. Schoolgirl. Stripper. Lingerie-clad sissy sex-slave for her and [her] girlfriends. It was the same every time. I’d endure it as long as I could, but as soon as I complained or resisted, even once, it was on to something even more humiliating.Until now. Now it’s round-the-clock nudity, shackles, collars, and chains. I’m her pet bitch. My vocal cords are paralyzed, so all I can manage are pitiful squeaks. She still likes to keep me gagged when it’s not feeding time.I used to think she’d end all this eventually, once I learned my lesson. Well, I have. If I ever get out of this, you bet I’ll keep my big mouth shut. -- source link