| Author: | Lisa Winters | ISBN: | 9781310027604 |
| Publisher: | Winters-Marazza Publishing | Publication: | March 3, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lisa Winters |
| ISBN: | 9781310027604 |
| Publisher: | Winters-Marazza Publishing |
| Publication: | March 3, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Warning: This 4500 word story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Read at your own risk
Mike's wife Laura already locked him in chastity to 'persuade' him to give her a baby, but he has continued to refuse. So his wife ups the ante: Chastity, feminization, teasing, toys, and bondage. Laura is as creative as she is domineering. Can Mike keep up his resistance in the face of his wife's sexual tyranny? Can he make her stop? Does he even want her to?
Excerpt: "She glared at me, “If you want to ever have a chance at being with me again, you will promise not to finish until I give you permission.” I affirmed that I wouldn't do anything without her express approval. “Also, you need to show just show sorry you are. Tomorrow, you are going to clean the house. Wearing this—.” She tossed the bag at me. I looked inside. It was some kind of costume. I held it up.
My stomach dropped. It was a women’s sexy French maid outfit, complete with heels. Wearing it would be humiliating, and uncomfortable. I stared up at her. She was glaring at me, daring me to defy her. I relented. “I’ll do it. I’ll start cleaning at 8am tomorrow.”
She smirked at me, “Good boy.”
Warning: This 4500 word story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Read at your own risk
Mike's wife Laura already locked him in chastity to 'persuade' him to give her a baby, but he has continued to refuse. So his wife ups the ante: Chastity, feminization, teasing, toys, and bondage. Laura is as creative as she is domineering. Can Mike keep up his resistance in the face of his wife's sexual tyranny? Can he make her stop? Does he even want her to?
Excerpt: "She glared at me, “If you want to ever have a chance at being with me again, you will promise not to finish until I give you permission.” I affirmed that I wouldn't do anything without her express approval. “Also, you need to show just show sorry you are. Tomorrow, you are going to clean the house. Wearing this—.” She tossed the bag at me. I looked inside. It was some kind of costume. I held it up.
My stomach dropped. It was a women’s sexy French maid outfit, complete with heels. Wearing it would be humiliating, and uncomfortable. I stared up at her. She was glaring at me, daring me to defy her. I relented. “I’ll do it. I’ll start cleaning at 8am tomorrow.”
She smirked at me, “Good boy.”
