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By Victor Mann
I’m a married female, 47. I’ve been submissive and then deeply submissive to my husband Lane for more than 20 years. We got married and were pretty much a vanilla
couple. I think I probably always had submissive tendencies, but more than anything I
wanted to be “normal” and have a kid and… well you know the middle-class,
“good-girl” dream. In my early years I have to admit I was pretty conservative and
critical of people who didn’t conform. I’d have to say I am much more open minded now.
It was the night of my sister’s wedding, we were all drunk and--- I don’t know, men dressed up in suits turn me on or something. Laney and I got home and we knew we were really going to fuck. I was really, really drunk. I hardly remember it but Lane reminds me that I was almost shouting, “Rape me, Laney! Just fucking rape me! Why don’t you act like a fucking man!” Lane had never really fucked me like that. He called me a bitch and a cunt and just used my body. I do remember that distinctly and me just letting loose with orgasms and telling him: “This is what I fucking want! I’m yours Laney. Use me, just use me!”
Well, I was embarrassed the next day, but Lane came to the breakfast table with a smile after his shower and he was holding three magazines in his hand that he’d kept secret from me. He plopped them down on the table and told me to read them when I had a chance. I was still glowing from our encounter and just got up and kissed him passionately. I just loved him so much then. I could see the covers were shocking and strange, but I hardly glanced at them . I just put them in a drawer for the afternoon.
After Lane went to the office, I puttered around for a little and even forgot about the
magazines. I will say that my little conventional mind was blown by them. They were
obscene, disgusting, pornographic puke. I remember the one on top was called,
“Housecunt.” The opening picture was of a man walking into his conventional house, apparently coming home for work, and there was the housewife, chained with a long chain wrapped around ankles body and neck, ending at her wrists with a tight lock, naked except for high heels, pretty earrings and a gag in her mouth, doing the vacuuming! I nearly passed out. I could feel my judgemental mind excoriating Lane for shoving this garbage in front of my face. It was disgusting shit…. But I also had this warmth in my womb. My cunt was most certainly going the opposite direction from my mind. I had to go into the bathroom to think. I was pretty straight-laced. I had my feet on the ground I thought. But, when I sat myself down on the toilet seat, I had to pull up my nightie. My pussy was a soaked mass. I have a law degree. I’m a professional woman. The world in that magazine couldn’t be farther from my own life path up till then. I masturbated just to get the images out of my head. I was really fucking confused, but I creamed all over the place.
I had a while to think. I actually stood in front of a mirror for a while looking into my eyes. I have blue eyes. I’m brown haired, but I have made myself blonde since I was
a teen-ager. I’m not really pretty. I’d say I’m plain with nice tits. I’m 5’5” and weigh
160 pounds which makes me chubby. My body does have nice curves. Lane is better
looking than me. I was so happy when he picked me up in college. I couldn’t believe it.
But he said he really liked a girl with a wide ass and he liked tits.
God, I was turned on and scared, now.
Well, I won’t drag out this part. Lane became my Master and Lord. And I am his cock-sucking servant bitch. But we had to be realistic. I needed to keep up my work at the
law firm so we could have a child and provide. My life did become a life of servitude, in many senses, but it had to be hidden and it was so limited by time and family. He whipped me and hurt me and used the back of his hand. He raped me and acted like a MAN with me, within the confines of middle-class life on a nice street in suburbia with a growing son. When Tony was ten, I really got into a feeling that I wanted Tony to know. To tell the truth I wanted Tony to know how it could be between a man and a woman. He was reaching adolescence. I was ready to go public and the fact was we might have been able to afford me being a housecunt. But Lane forbade it.
And since Lane decided that he would not force complete submission 24/7 I think
I became rebellious. If I couldn’t have everything, I sometimes would screw up
my daily tasks out of spite. He took his time, no doubt, to spank and cane the
“bitch” out of me, when he could. But he was very busy and so was I. Even though
he was truly Master, We/we both knew there was more to be done with me. By
the time Tony left home at the very late age of 23 to get married, I was crying out
for it.
Lane works 60 hours a week or more. He’s a handsome man, 5’11”, 200 lbs.,
very attractively bald, piercing blue eyes. He’s handsome and his eyes can
rivet a bitch down. When he really looks, he can make a little cunt cream.
He doesn’t show his alpha edge as much in the real world, but he does not
compromise when you are under his thumb. And that’s why I lick his
beautiful, shined black boots like a slave--- when I can.
I so looked forward to Tony’s marriage. I was so happy for him and looked
so much forward to Lane’s and my freedom. Lane had become somewhat
distant in the year between the engagement and marriage. He was so
involved with his work, he was working incredibly hard. This happened
periodically in our relationship and, though he would treat me harshly and
fuck me brutally when the time and place allowed, he often couldn’t tend
to the “cunt at hand” as he put it.
About a week before the wedding Lane casually gave me a brochure, while Tony
was in his room. This brochure was as shocking as the original
offering he gave me of pornographic books.
It was for “The Masters’ of
brochure outlined the “training programs” that were laid out for women there.
When I had my next opportunity, I knelt down before my Master, clasped my
hands around the backs of His shoes and kissed and licked them. God knows
this bitch knows how to grovel. “Master!” I said. “Do you deign that I go
to this school now?” The tone of my voice displeased him. “You’re sleeping
the night with a gag in your cunt mouth. I’ve spent some time trying to train
the bitch out of you and I’ve done well. But I’ve never really trained you
to the point of satisfaction. It’s really a matter of time. Unfortunately,
in some ways you are not the natural pleasing submissive. you respond
best to harsh hands-on training. I’m not going to spend my ‘empty nest’
years adjusting a recalcitrant bitch. I want you fucking trained.”
My frantic mind was filled with images of our relationship. I remembered how
many times I’d shaved my cunt hurriedly, thinking about getting to work on time. I got harsh correction, now doubt, but… I was supposed to know when Lane wanted a cock suck and have my lipstick perfect then. There were so many times when he had to punish me for my “insulting mouth hole.” Lane was extremely vigilant about runs
in panty hose and stockings--- and I can’t say that I honored Him as He
deserved this way. The scenes, in marriage, shift quickly, and there
were many times when Lane wanted a cunt-obedient response, when I
was preoccupied, distracted or--- living in self-centered satisfaction.
Lane had hurt me like a Man when I displeased Him. But---
I knew what He meant and, in any case, He was Master:
“This cunt will do as deigned,” I said.
I felt it was totally unfair. I was a career woman, a mother and there
were so many distractions. Lane bent down and lifted my face toward
His. He said, “I love you and I will always love you as long as you
serve Me completely. As Master, I naturally know you better than you know yourself. What I am going to do is best for you. It’s also best for Me and I am
the One Whom decides. I’ve always felt you needed a fucking re-education camp.
you spent your life learning bitch ways and I have certainly taken the
air out of that fucking balloon, but I’m not going to waste My time on the
details. I am a fucking perfectionist and you, bitch, are far, far from
perfect. I’ve met these fucking bastards. They know what women
are and what they are for. And, among “cunt camps” this is nearly
exactly to My preferences. you are going for a two month program.
When you come back, you will be the kind of housecunt I need.”
I loved Lane so much. There are so many half men, boys or pussy-whipped
pretenders. I feel that a real man should stomp a bitch under his boot like
a piece of shit and be proud. I ached and hurt for His decision. I was very,
very upset and pained. But I loved My Lord and Master. I was going
to show Him My mettle.
Lane never said a word to Me after that day. We went to the wedding together and I danced with Him at the reception. But I knew that His mind was made up that
I was going to go to the “
much to do with Me until I got back. A week later He shoved Me into the
garage naked with the “
freezing, weeping and afraid. I have never respected My Master more.
At four o-clock in the morning, the
I found myself in a van with four other dazed cunts. But I didn’t give a shit
about them. I wanted My Master to be proud of me.
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