Femdom Authoritarianism

Husband Suffers While Mistress Wife Sleeps

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As the years pass Mistress Wife grows crueler. 

During the first couple of years married to her slave husband, she hurt him only when he needed punishment. Often just a couple of mild spanking a week.

When he got drunk and wrecked the car, she beat him nightly for a month. She punished him until he cried and kept on until his tears were exhausted. The original intent of the spanking was to modify behavior. Before the month ended, she found herself addicted to her husband's tears and moans. 

She sold the furniture in the spare bedroom. They never had guests. Under his Mistress Wife's supervision the slave husband turned it into a home dungeon.

He had kept quiet about his masochism. His wife wanted pain to serve a purpose. It was not for play. That all changed. He felt lucky and grateful.

Belt whippings replaced hand spankings. Canes, eventually heavy whips followed. She developed a passion for pain toys. Buying clamps, bondage devices and other kinky paraphernalia became a hobby. Almost every week she surprised her husband. When she had a new flogger, she would also beat him with the others in her collection. She liked comparing his whimpers. 

Steel bars and cuffs bent and held him in mercilessly uncomfortable positions. Mistress Wife would sometimes sit quietly watching him strain to find comfort.

Her sadism came to exceed his masochism. He learned not to beg for mercy. Lashes hit harder after a plea.

She started taping dungeon sessions. Weirdly, she extracted and mixed some of the audio. At night, she would sleep to soft sounds of his moans and yelps. He felt that she would torment him 24/7 if it were possible. 

One day a package arrived. It was longer than a man is tall. Inside was a frame. It was made of metal bars like the door of a cage or jail cell. When his wife ordered him to replace a bedroom closet with the door, he thought she was going to allow him to sleep near her. 

She had him make and attach a genital stock. He was curious but his wife admonished him to wait and see.

That night Mistress Wife led him into her bedroom. She ordered him to step into the closet. Pulling him close to the door, she locked him in the genital stock. Warning him to not make noises loud enough to wake her, his wife went to bed. 

The husband was staggered. It seemed she was going to force him to stand all night while she slept. For the first time he feared his wife. He knew that he never would leave her but did not know what torment he would suffer next.

He lost his footing momentarily, the yank of his penis make him yell. That woke up his wife.

She did not say a word. Picking up her bedside lamp she turned it on. Slave hubby could not tell if she was too angry to speak or excited. What was she doing with the lamp? 

She had been waiting for the bulb to get hot. She pressed the burning glass against the tip of her husband's penis. 

He screamed. Now his wife did smile.

She withdrew he lamp. Turned it off and went back to sleep. 

Her slave husband bit his lips trying to maintain silence. He moaned a bit. Once he thought his wife giggled in response. 

Now he sleeps while his Mistress Wife is at work. At night, he stands locked in place. His soft sobs brings her dungeon dreams. 

Written by Richard Evans Lee, art from Diktatur des Weibes*
https://gynofascistmatritopia.bdsmlr.com/ 

* Translates as Dictatorship of Women. The drawings were done by one of the anonymous artist who did the stories of Steffi and her slave.