Spencer, a single male with submissive tendencies, moves to a rural backwater called Pikes Hill, and soon finds that its community has unusual qualities that excite his inner desires. He soon learns that the hierarchy there is a matriarchal one, the males there living under a code of servile obedience under the stern heel of womanhood. Becoming acquainted with the women there, he realises that he has become not just an object of dominant feminine desire, but an asset to be put to good use.
Tom was in heaven, for everyday he could open up his wife's legs and thrust between them to orgasm as many times as he was able, usually morning and night. She would wear anything he wanted, no matter how bizarre or revealing. She stopped wearing a bra altogether on his say so and her skirts became shorter and shorter to expose her slim but beautiful legs to the world.
She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!
A vindictive older woman manipulates her naive, young co-worker Christine into being strip-searched by plant security. Christine's petite body is displayed to the plant workers at shift change and then used by two black security guards.
This is a very short story that I wrote as an experiment. It is about a domineering wife and a subservient husband as they set him up as a gigolo. It has some very, very mild BDSM as an essential part of the plot line.
My wife allows herself to be exposed by a new friend in a public mall. She retaliates to prepare him for a National Nude Day surprise by stoking him in the mall.