HOW WE SERVE MASTER

“Cunt!”

“Ma’am? What’s wrong, Ma’am.”

“You fucking whore.”

“Ma’am. I don’t understand, Ma’am.”

“Oh really.”

“Ma’am. No, Ma’am.”

“Your fucking bra strap, Cunt! Your motherfucking bra strap!”

“Ma’am. My bra strap, Ma’am?”

“Don’t pretend. At the restaurant. The second time the butchy waitress came over you flashed that bra strap at her.”

“Ma’am. I had no idea, Ma’am.”

“You saw that I saw. Then you fixed it.”

“Ma’am. I swear …”

“Your way of telling that tatted bitch, ‘Let’s fuck. I’m available for fucking. We’ll fuck and make a fool out my wrinkled, senile old wife.’ That about right?”

“Ma’am. I don’t even remember readjusting my bra strap. I guess I did. Something like that … you get so used to doing it you don’t even think about it. Or remember it, Ma’am.”

“Blouse and bra.”

“Ma’am …”

“Take off your blouse and bra, Cunt.”

“Ma’am. Please don’t, Ma’am.”

“NOW!!!”

“Ma’am. Yes, Ma’am.”

[several moments later]

“Retrieve my mechanism.”

“Oh god.”

“And the extending nipple clamps.”

“Oh god. Dear god. Oh my dear god.”

Discussing nightwear in an earlier post, I said Bunbun had chosen a demure cotton gown to wear after correctly observing my nonverbal cues that they’d be no sex that night.

That was a rare case. Most nights, I want to make love. Or fuck. Or both.

On a night like that, she wears lingerie chosen to make me wet.

Discussing nightwear in an earlier post, I said Bunbun had chosen a demure cotton gown to wear after correctly observing my nonverbal cues that they’d be no sex that night.

That was a rare case. Most nights, I want to make love. Or fuck. Or both.

On a night like that, she wears lingerie chosen to make me wet.

I don’t tell her specifically what to wear. It’s up to her to properly read my mood and dress accordingly.

Usually something black, flimsy and see-through.

For some reason, lord knows why, her frilly panties keep ending up in her mouth before the night is over

I had seen it online — a spiked crusher for use on the labia of a feminized former man (or, I suppose, the balls of a regular guy).

It was a pair of nearly flat ovoids with sharpened spikes embedded. You placed the ovoids over the FFM’s labia and locked them down.

It looked quite painful.

I figured maybe I’d find a use for it.

And I swear to god the very day it arrived, Hannah complained about having to wear heels in bed when I was fucking her pussy with my strap-on girl cock.

By god, I thought — and then actually said — Cunt will dress like a whore when I want to fuck a whore. And that means heels, garter belt, etc.

I finished ramming Cunt and made her strip down to just those heels alone. Then we went to the living room and nestled on the sofa.

I put some Bach on the player and my new device on Cunt.

She was shifting uncomfortably within moments, whimpering within minutes and sobbing the rest of the hour I left it on her.

Shoes in bed haven’t been an issue since.

Hannah is in a form of chastity. She fucks — me mostly, I’m very possessive — but she’s not permitted cums.

And any impermissible cum is severely corrected.

But her clitty isn’t caged. It hasn’t been for a while. I like to play with it. Tease her about it. I find it hot, especially in crotchless panties.

I caged it the first decade of our marriage, but that was only to shrink it.

When it reached the appropriate size, I stopped caging it.

Mostly Hannah isn’t caged because I don’t need metal or plastic to accomplish what my ferocious will and fierceness do — keep my wife chaste.

I look over at Hannah and think about the journey we’ve made.

She’s at our bedroom makeup table. In the evenings she removes the extensive makeup she is required to wear during the day and puts on a light touch of pink lipstick and just a hint of eyeshadow.

Having picked up on my signals that I’m not interested in sex tonight, she’ll wear a cotton nightgown to bed, probably the blue one.

With it she’ll have on a pair of white cotton panties and a white or slightly off-white padded bra.

Unlike most women, Hannah gets very little relief from being braless. Unless she’s showering or I take it off her while fucking her, she wears a bra.

She needs the padding.

And feminized former men need to experience the discomfort of bra wearing as much possible.

The vocabulary of feminization has become fairly standard and well-known, but for those new to this here’s a list of common replacement terms that isn’t all encompassing by a long shot but will help you better understand the posts (some are personal and used solely by Hannah and I):

TERMS THAT APPLY
Pussy = former asshole
Clit, clitty or clitoris = former penis
Labia = former testicles
Tampon = thin butt plug worn for a week every month
Chaste = sexually active person denied orgasms
Mechanism = primary instrument of instruction or discipline chosen by alpha, e.g. a whip, a cane, clamps, a riding crop
Correction = discipline for a transgression 
Maintenance = regularly scheduled discipline to enforce standards
FFM = feminized former men 
FLR = female led relationship 
Bunbun = my name for Hannah when she is pleasing me
Cunt = my name for Hannah when she is displeasing me
Ma’am = Hannah’s name for me at all times