Chapter 1: Introduction
I watch helplessly as my cruel wife prepares me. At the moment, my hands are cuffed behind my back, but I know this is just a temporary measure to stop me interfering as she puts me in my full bondage.
Today’s task has already been explained to me. I am to write a description of the scene that’s about to happen in the form of a short story. This needs to be at least 10,000 words and must detail the emotions and sensations my derogation evokes in me. She finds it amusing to have me describe how I feel about her complete control over me as I endure the pain and discomfort that she loves dishing out.
It’s a twisted game to her, a way to humiliate me even further, if that’s even possible. I am to email the story to her when it’s complete. But it’s not just about writing it, I know her interpretation of complete means I must also read and edit it thoroughly before I hit the send button. If the story has any bad grammar, doesn’t flow to her satisfaction or contains any typos, or spelling mistakes there will be harsh consequences.
It takes her half an hour to fully prepare me and I’ll describe the details of this as part of the story. When she’s finally satisfied with her work, she stands back and stares at me coldly as she lights a cigarette and exhales a plume of smoke straight into my face. She’s a vision of gorgeous pure dominance in front of me, her long blonde hair flowing down over her black latex catsuit and her thigh high platform stiletto boots enhancing the image of a goddess.
She stabs her finger on her mobile phone and a wave of painful electricity flows through my cock and balls. I make a muffled scream and her finger lifts from the screen, my agony temporarily stops.
“There, that all seems to be working well” she purrs, satisfaction evident in her voice. “So.. you’re all set up and helpless, you pathetic little jerk. It’s time for me to leave you to suffer now but don’t forget, you will remain exactly like this until I have approved your story. Each part of it that displeases me will incur an extra hour of you being left like this and will also need to be corrected before I eventually decide you have earned your freedom. Is all that perfectly clear?”
I grunt as my affirmation, it’s the only form of communication available to me.
She smiles… It’s not a sweet smile, but one of pure evil which fills me with dread of what is to come. Not for the first time I wonder what it is within me that makes me crave this harsh treatment.
Without another word she turns and struts purposely out of the dungeon. The steel door clanks shut behind her, and I hear the bolts being drawn from the other side.
I glance at the laptop sitting on the small table in front of me, the screen glaring in the dimly lit room. It’s set up and ready for me to start the story. Mistress works in IT and she has somehow disabled the ability to use the internet or indeed anything other than Microsoft Word and an email account where the only person I can send and receive emails with is her.
I’m now alone and need to get on with my task.