Clare By fionaslave We had been married for fifteen years and although there was still a lot of spark in our relationship something wasn't quite right. I knew what it was but discussions with Clare on the subject always disintegrated into an argument and I didn't want another one. Our relationship had been magic until I was made redundant, things started to go a bit pear shaped after that. I had been made redundant from a job that I had for fifteen years, the money from the redundancy had paid off our mortgage so we were fairly comfortable, but I needed to find work soon, I was only 36, but I'd heard the horror stories too often. Clare was our breadwinner now; something that rankled with me, at least we had money coming in, but it irritated me a bit when the money I took out of the ATM wasn't mine. "Oh don't be silly." Clare would say. "It's our money." Clare. The only true love of my life. I'd known her for as long as I can remember. There was nothing that the two of us hadn't done together. She was my best friend, lover, great lover, and I became the happiest, proudest man alive when she married me. We had all the usual problems that young married couples have, but her scouse sense of humour got us through most things. She was the strength in our marriage. And now as I write this it is obvious that she is infinitely stronger than me in every sense of the word and has been since those early days. We lived in a beautiful little cottage in Epping Forrest on the outskirts of London. We had bought it during the housing slump in the mid eighties and we put every penny into the deposit. We had been fortunate. I gained a promotion, Clare, who had moved down from Liverpool found a job at the local bank and our money problems disappeared. For the next few years I guess we could have been described as yuppies. We went on long holidays to exotic locations we had a His and Her cars, in short we had all the trappings of an enviable lifestyle. We had no children. I don't know where we would have found the time the raise them. It was something we weren't in a hurry to start and Clare, who's a year older than me, told me recently that she didn't want any. I wanted someone to continue the lineage and when I discussed it with her one evening she simply said "Why? No one will carry mine." Clare has a sister and brother up in Liverpool and the brother who is ten years older than Clare is still living with his mother. Rumours that our company was relocating to China stunned everyone. I didn't think that I had a job for life, but I certainly hadn't been thinking about a career move. There would be a few positions in Shanghai and mine was one of them. I asked Clare what she thought of living in China and she laughed at the idea. She had recently got a promotion inside the bank and she now had her own career, and in all honesty I really didn't want to go. I like to travel but it isn't long before I want to get back home, and China is a bit too exotic for my simple tastes. I took the severance payment in November of last year and I haven't worked since. Nearly six months. I have become househusband. Not by choice, by necessity. Clare had always done the household chores. Even though she worked almost as many hours as me she always seemed to do the lions share of the work. Now I was the cleaner. At first it was a novelty. My cooking was terrible, we laughed a couple of times and went down to the pub and ate there. One night though Clare came home and didn't find it funny. "We can't afford to eat out every night you are going to have to learn." And she meant it. She had never really spoken to me like that before. It was the first sign of the shifting of the balance in our relationship. I did learn to cook. I enrolled at a local college and done evening classes. It was really funny that night. Clare came down with me to see if there was something that she could enroll in and while I signed up to do basic cookery, Clare joined a kick boxing class! We came out wrapped in each other's arms laughing at the situation. "I'm learning to cook and you're learning to fight. Seems like our role are really reversing." I said it in jest, but the humour isn't there any more. Immediately after the Christmas and New Year break I went for an interview for a job that I was sure that I would get. It was the first interview I had attended since being made redundant, so when the knock back came I was philosophical, Clare was sympathetic. The new year brought another promotion for Clare. This new position came with a car and a new office in the City. She was climbing the corporate ladder and I should have been proud of her, but I wasn't. I started to resent the fact that she was successful and I wasn't. Things got worse at the end of January. I had another job interview. I was interviewed by two women, and it was obvious that they wanted a woman to fill the role and I was a 'token' male interviewee. I took the tube home, but I don't remember the ride and I went to our local and got drunk. When Clare got home she wasn't impressed. "What happened?" She asked "Didn't get it." I slurred "So you went out and got drunk?" "Yep. You got a problem with that?" " No. I haven't got a problem with that What I do have a problem with is I have a man behaving like a spoilt brat. Handle it for Christ sake!" It was the first time she had ever spoken to me like that, but it was the start of our new relationship where Clare was becoming more dominant. She was making the decisions. We were going to her friends place's not mine. Her agenda had priority because I didn't have an agenda, and I started to feel useless. Apart from going to the cookery classes and attending the odd mandatory interview to collect the DOL I didn't go out. I tried to keep the place clean, but my heart wasn't in it. Clare would suffer in silence occasionally blowing her stack but she seemed to vent most of her anger at the kick boxing class, where she started to go twice a week and I noticed that on the rare occasion we made love that her body was becoming quite muscular. Not over the top, but toned and taut she looked fantastic, better than when I had first met her, where I on the other hand was becoming soft and flabby. Over the next couple of months thing went from bad to shit house. One rejection after another until it got to the point where I didn't bother any more. Then something happened that changed everything. It was mid April on a wet Tuesday afternoon. Clare came home from work unexpectedly. The house was a mess and I was sitting in my underwear surfing the net for porn. When I saw her car pull up I panicked. I tried to turn off the computer but it was locked up and I was attempting to get to the bedroom before she came in. "What the hell is going on here?" Clare wanted to know. "I'm sorry Clare I haven't got around to cleaning up yet." I said smiling sheepishly. "It's after one!" She snapped. "What have you been doing all morning? I know. I bet I know." And she brushed past me and went into the spare bedroom and turned on the computer. "It's all locked up." She turned it off at the mains and turned it back on again, and I waited in cold silence as she re-booted the computer. I stood unshaven unwashed in yesterdays underwear. I don't know what she thought of me, but my thoughts were shattered by Clare's verbal assault. "I thought so. I thought so!" she shouted. She was enraged and came out of the study and hit me with a right hand that made my teeth rattle. I was completely stunned as Clare continued her assault. "I'm out at work and all you can find the time to do is pull yourself off in front of my computer. I've been patient with you, but I've had enough. Things are going to change!" "But Clare ... " I attempted but she cut me short with a knee to the nuts that found the target and sent me crashing to the floor. I writhed in agony before her. She stood over me and removed her jacket. Clare stand about five nine in her bare feet in heels she's nearly six feet and from where I lay she looked quite intimidating. She wore a white blouse, her breasts heaving her nipples erect, visible through the delicate material. She wore a navy blue skirt that was hemmed a couple of inches above her knee and black stockings. "Jesus, Clare. Are you fuckin' crazy?" I managed between groans "I must be to put up with the bullshit I've had to tolerate from you over the past six months!" She grabbed me by the hair. "Get up." She ordered as she pulled me to my feet. "Fuck off!" Clare didn't hesitate. She drove her knee into my aching balls again. Pole axing me. I wanted to collapse in heap at her feet again but she wouldn't let me fall. She grabbed me around the throat and held me up against the wall. She stared me in the eye and smiled. "You will obey me." She told me, her scouse accent more prevalent than ever. "I came home to take you out to lunch." She told me "But I might eat in now. I want one of your famous Caesar's Salads and I want it now. I'm going to Northampton for the night. I was going to take you with me but I think I'll have more fun on my own. Now get busy." She released her grip around my neck and allowed me to slip to the floor. She went into our bedroom and changed. It took me a couple of minutes to compose myself and quietly I started to put the ingredients together for the salad. I heard Clare run the shower and I was tempted to go and apologies but thought better of it. A few minutes later I heard her packing and went to the bedroom door but it was locked, we had never lock our bedroom door since we had lived there. "Clare. Open this door." I ordered. "Is my lunch ready?" she demanded to know ignoring me "Yes it's here on the table." "I want lunch in the dining room. I'll be there in a minute." "Open the door Clare." I repeated. The door opened and she came out in a black skirt and blouse. She threw her overnight bag against the back door. "I told you I want my lunch in the dining room. Do as you are told." "Who do you think you are talking to?" I demanded to know. She sniggered at me and brushed past me and went back into the bedroom "Don't laugh at me Clare or I'll ... " "You'll what? What will you do?" She turned on me, and for the first time I felt intimidated by her. "Do you think what happened earlier was lucky? Do you fancy your chances?" I didn't want another smack in the balls I didn't want to touch her either. So I backed down. "I thought so. Now take that through to the dining room and I'll be there when I'm done here." I meekly obeyed her and took everything into the dining room and waited for her. About five minutes later she appeared in the doorway. She looked fantastic dressed in black. Her blonde hair had just been cut shorter just covering her ears. 'No nonsense' she called it. I was about to say how fantastic she looked when. When she cut me down. "You're sitting in my chair." "What?" "I said you are sitting in my chair. In future I will sit at the head of the table I am the head of the family. Move!" "Since when." "Since today. Mark the calendar. Now get out of my chair." She stood behind me. And waited for a couple of seconds. I was interested in how she was going to remove me. I found out extremely quickly. She grabbed me around the neck and hauled me over the back of the chair. Her left hand went down to my groin and unzipped my fly. I struggled but she held me with ease as her hand snaked into my jeans and her fingers probed for my testicles. "NO CLARE! NO!" I cried when I realized what her purpose. She grabbed me by the nuts and squeezed. I was incapable of stopping her. "NOOO!" I squealed as she sank her nails into my flesh. "Gottcha" She yelled in triumph. Clare pulled me off the chair and dragged me to the floor by the balls. "CLARE PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE!" I begged, but my plea's seemed to fuel more sadistic aggression. She completely over powered me. "You will obey me. D'you understand me? Do you?? She hit across the face with her right hand, squeezing my balls ever tighter with her left. "Yes Clare. I'm sorry I'm sorry.. I'm sorry" and I started crying. "I hope you don't think that a few tears are going to help you. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll cry a river. I promise." She let go of my balls and she stood up. "Take your pants off." She ordered. "Why?" "Because I told you to." She snapped, "Obey me! Just do as you are told." I struggled to my feet and pulled down my jeans. "And your underpants." "Now bend over the table" I obeyed. She took the belt out of the loops in my jeans and proceeded to flog me with it. She gave me twenty of the best and reduced me to a sobbing wreck. The last one was a particularly vicious blow. She flicked it between my legs splattering my already tortured balls. I screamed in agony and begged for Clare to end it. "Please Clare please. I will obey you. I will." I told her between sobs. "I know you will." She threw down the belt. Then went to the table picked up the plate I had prepared for her and she threw in against the wall. "You want to live like a pig I'll start treating you like one. Eat that up off the floor. I'll be back tomorrow night. I want to come home to a spotless house. I want the laundry done. I want this place looking like a new pin and if I find one thing out of place, one spot of dirt anywhere I'll flog you again. Do you understand?" "Yes, Clare. I'm sorry. "I don't want apologies I want that mess eaten up. I going to change the pass word on the computer and I want that eaten by the time I get back or I'll give you a good hiding." And she left the room. I got down on my knees and did as Clare ordered and ate off the floor. Ten minutes later I heard her footsteps coming down the passage she looked in and laughed. She stood briefly in the doorway, she had brushed her hair and cleaned herself up. I looked up at her from I knelt, her laughter stopped and the smile disappeared. "What did I ever see in you.' She spat. "What I said to you before wasn't an idle threat. If this house isn't in mint condition when I get home tomorrow you will rue the day you met me. Do you understand me? I nodded. "Yes." I mumbled. She picked up her bag and left. Clare returned the following evening as she had promised. I spent the entire day cleaning scrubbing, ironing, washing. The place hadn't been this clean since Clare used to do it. I made Clare her favourite Chicken Curry with all the trimmings. I cleaned myself up and was surprised at how good I felt. Clare got home at about seven but she wasn't alone. She hadn't phoned to tell me she was bringing someone home. After yesterday I was hoping to make an impression and get back into her good books. They came through the back door and I did my best to look pleasantly surprised. "Hi." I tried enthusiastically. 'Janet this is my husband, Loul. Loul meet Janet." We smiled pleasantly. "Janet is staying for the night. She has a presentation tomorrow and I thought we could go through a few things here together tonight. That smells beautiful. I'm starving. Serve Janet and I in the dining room when it's ready. We'll have a glass of wine while were waiting." I understood. Things hadn't changed she still wasn't happy with me. They went into the living room and I brought a bottle Black Tower and two glasses and served them a glass each. I was about to sit down beside Clare but she pre-empted me. "Don't you think you better see how it's going in the kitchen? Janet and I have some stuff to talk about, business, nothing you'd be interested in." I silently nodded. "You can top up my glass before you go." Janet instructed me. I called them when the meal was on the table. I had set a third place. "The servings aren't very big are they?" Clare complained. "I wasn't expecting three." I said as politely as possible "Well you've got three. So give us yours and you can have a sandwich in the kitchen." I did as Clare told me and split my meal between them and had a cheese sandwich alone in the kitchen. They called me when they were finished and I cleared their plates away. I had prepared a cheesecake for desert and served them the dining room. A few minutes later they came into the kitchen. "We're going down to the pub for an hour. Anything you want?" "I'd like to come with you if I could." "No. You've got enough to do here what with the dishes and making up the spare room for Janet. We won't be long." And they were gone. I was gutted. What had happened? I cleaned up the dishes and made up the spare room as Clare had told me to, and took up Janet's overnight bag, all the time wondering what had happened to our relationship. I was watching television when they came in at about ten o'clock. I tried to look pleased to see them but I was in knots. "Would you like a cup of coffee or a drink?" I asked, but they both declined. "Anything else." I sounded like someone's fussy mother. Janet looked at me. "I want you naked and on your knees in front of me. That's what I want and now!" I don't know why, but I was expecting it and they must have been surprised at how easily I complied. Both women watch as I stripped in silence. And knelt before them. "Janet is in a similar relationship to us. A Female Dominated one. The only difference is their relationship is about a hundred miles further down the road than ours, but tonight we are going to catch up a little. If you want to continue in our relationship you are going to have to agree to everything that Janet says. There is no compromise." She sat back in her armchair and handed over to Janet. I knelt in front of Janet and looked at her for the first time. She was a couple of years younger than Clare and I, about twenty-nine, thirty. She was attractive with blonde hair cut a little longer than Clare's. She sat in front of me dressed in a charcoal gray skirt and pink blouse. She didn't appear on the surface to be the quintessential dominatrix but she was. "What's happened to you is unfortunate. To be made redundant so early must have been a bitter pill to swallow, but you're fortunate, you've got partner who can support you. And like it or not that is what she is doing. But you are having trouble accepting that. Clare earns more now than you ever did and can easily support the two of you on her income. So now you have to come to terms with your new role, that of a sub-husband, the submissive partner in the relationship. You are not equals! Clare is the dominant partner you will love, honour and obey her. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I nodded. "A few things will happen over the next few days that you may object to I don't really care, you can object as much as you like. It's Clare's way or the highway. Understand?" I nodded. "Forget about going back to work. That isn't going to happen. Clare wants you at home where you can concentrate on her requirements and her needs alone. Her needs are all you concern yourself with. D'you understand?" Again I nodded I looked at my wife. She returned my look and stared me down. I bowed my head and listened to Janet as she continued to tell me how it was going to be. "I want a list of everything that is yours. The car outside, is that yours?" I nodded. "The correct answer is Yes Mistress Janet." "Yes Mistress Janet." "Any shares, stocks and bonds. "Not in my name Mistress Janet but we have a joint account ... ." "We'll put them in your name." She said to Clare. Janet picked up my trousers and took my wallet from the back pocket. She removed the credit cards and bankcards. "You won't need these any more." She told me. She took my keys from my pocket. "You won't need these either. You won't be going out unless you're with Clare so you won't need any keys. Your life is going to be so much simpler." She smiled, but it was a cold smile. "So I want a list of your assets tomorrow morning. Everything that you have in a joint account will be signed across to Clare, I'll get the paperwork for that tomorrow." "The house. What about the house?" I enquired. "Did I say you could speak?" "No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." "You interrupt me again and I promise you'll wish you hadn't." "Of course the house. It will be put into Clare's name tomorrow. Any other properties, flats, boats, racehorses, anything?" "No Mistress." I mumbled. "I'm sorry I didn't hear that." "No Mistress Janet." I repeated. "I think that covers that side of things." Clare stood up and walked towards me. "Kiss my feet." She demanded. I bowed forward and kissed her foot. "Get used to it. You won't be kissing me anywhere else. I want you to move all of your clothes out of my bedroom and move down to the spare room. Janet is in there tonight so you can sleep in here tonight. When I come home tomorrow I want all traces of you removed from My bedroom." "Again by tomorrow evening I want every single hair on your body removed." She stood over me. "Why?" I demanded to know. "Because I told you to. If I tell you to jump, you will jump until I tell you to stop and if I say ... ." "Clare what has happened to us?" "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking." She hit me with a vicious right hand stunning me knocking me against the couch where Janet sat. Clare stood over me. "Rule number One." Clare said "Obey me without question. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU FUCKING MORON????" "Yes Clare." "Mistress Clare! From today you will address me as Mistress Clare." I was terrified of her she had become another woman. "Yes Mistress Clare I understand you." I correctly replied with genuine fear in my voice. She seemed to soften a bit and returned to her seat. "I think that's enough for tonight. He can only absorb so much. He is after all only a man." Said Janet. The two women got up to leave the room. "I want that list first thing in the morning," Janet told me "Where's my room? She asked. "I'll show you." Said Clare. As the two women left the room I asked a simple question. 'Suppose I say no, suppose I refuse to sign?" "I'll divorce you." "Yeah, but I'll get half of the house, keep my car ... " "Legal fee's." Janet cut in, "will eat up half of the house, your half, I'll see to that, and how long d'you think you can keep the car without a job. Within a year of settlement you will be on the bones of your arse. At least this way you can keep a roof over your head and still be with the woman you love. Think about it?" She stood in front of me, a petite woman five three in her stocking feet about a size six. I towered over her by about a foot and weighed almost twice as much as her but she scared me more than Clare and Clare terrified me. I didn't sleep. I lay on the couch wondering where my life had gone off the rails, wondering 'What if' 'If only' and I tried to weigh up all the alternatives. If I was still in the house with Clare there was still a chance I could turn things around. Start again. If I left we would see less of each other she might start seeing someone else. Oh no. I couldn't bear the thought of another man with Clare. That would tear me apart. No I would agree to their terms but I had to have some input into this agreement they were drawing up. I tried to mull over all the changes they wanted to put in place and try and bend, change or even remove some of them. With all these thoughts tumbling over in my in my head I didn't hear Clare come into the room until she sat on the end of the couch. "You asleep?" She asked. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. Usually my reply would have been 'Yes', and usually it would be the preamble before sex. The first light of dawn pierced the curtains and penetrated the room. She looked wonderful in the half-light. She looked wonderful in the moonlight, the sunlight, over the years I had seen her in every light, but here now this is how I wanted to remember her forever. "Clare." I begun, but she put her finger to her mouth to silence me. "I want you to be comfortable with this. You're not are you?" Her tone was soft and warm and her accent was like honey. My old Clare had returned and I loved her even more. "Christ Clare, would you be comfortable with the situation if the boot was on the other foot." "But it's not. Circumstances have changed, we have to change and adapt. We couldn't continue the way we were going. We would have ended up hating each other. We have been through so much together and whenever things started to go wrong we fixed them. This is just the next phase of our life. I'm going place's Loul and I need you behind me. I would have supported you." She touched my leg and an electric charge went through me. She slid along the couch and hugged me. She held me. "I want this Loul. I want this arrangement to work." She smelled fantastic and I melted in her arms. "You're a good worker, you just have to apply that same ethic to this situation." Her hand went down to my inner thigh. She looked at me. "I want you to help me make this work." After a few seconds I nodded my head. "OK." I conceded. "I'll do my best. Now come here." She backed away quickly. "Oh No. Let's not start something we haven't got time to finish, and besides you've got work to do." She stood up and offered me her hand and led me through to the bedroom. "I want all of your clothes out of these drawers. She opened the top drawer of the dressing table. The left was hers the right had been mine. "Knickers in the top drawers, bra's second, slips third and panty hose in the bottom drawer." Somewhere between the couch and the bedroom Old Clare had gone and New Clare had returned. "I'm going to have a shower. Would you lay out my blue suit, white blouse, white bra, and a pair of knickers and take a cup of tea up to Janet and I'll have an egg toast and coffee for breakfast," and she disappeared into the ensuite. Clare's words were ringing in my ears as I climbed the stairs to Janet's bedroom. I was a good worker. I had always worked; I was fifteen years at Reed's. I done a five year apprenticeship before that, and before that again I had delivered papers, washed cars. I was good and I could adapt, if there was an aspect of a job that I didn't like I'd try and make it less distasteful. I could make this work. I knocked on Janet's door. "Come in." She said I entered her bedroom. She stood by the window naked except for a tiny pair of white satin knickers. She had her bra around her waist and was hooking the back together. "I'm sorry. I thought ... " "Don't think, leave that to us. Put the cup down on the table. I'll be down in a few minutes." I was busy in the kitchen when both women came in together. It was a gorgeous spring morning, the type you only get in England but not too frequently. Normally I would have been high but I was worried as to how this day would end. Both Clare and Janet were dressed in skirt and blouse their jackets to their suits were elsewhere. They looked efficient and business like. I was dressed in my usual attire of Levi's and T-shirt and felt inferior. They sat in silence as they ate their breakfast and I felt extremely intimidated by the pair of them. Then Janet broke the silence. "I need the deed for the house Clare. Where will I find that?" "All of our papers are in here." She took Janet through to the study and I cleaned up their breakfast things and cleared the table. I strained my ears to hear their conversation but heard nothing. After a few minutes Clare returned to the kitchen. "I've got to go. Janet will tell you what has to be done. She's drawn up a program for the day for you. I'll see you tonight. Remember what I said." She blew me a quick kiss and left by the back door. I could still hear Clare's car in the distance when Janet came in. "On your knees. When I walk into a room you will automatically fall to your knees and bow your head, until I leave or until I tell you to do otherwise. Do you understand?" "Yes "Mistress Janet." I replied and I complied and sank to my knees. "I want you to put every item of clothing that you possess into garbage bags. Follow me." I crawled on all fours with a roll of heavy-duty garbage bags in one hand and followed Janet into Clare's bedroom. Janet pulled out every drawer and dumped socks, underpants, ties, handkerchiefs everything on to the floor. Then she went to the closet and pulled all of my shirts, T-shirts, jumpers, jeans, trousers, suits, overcoats and threw them on the floor. "Bag the lot." She told me. I obeyed her and silently put all of my clothes into the bags. She watched as I followed her instructions. I worked in silence tying each bag as I filled it. I filled five bags with clothes and two with shoes and boots. She searched the house returning every few minutes with a pair of football boots, an old rugby shirt, clothes from the laundry hamper, a scarf. She found everything. It took me well over an hour to bag everything and I was surprised at how teary eyed I'd become. "Throw the bags outside and I'll deal with them later." Janet asked me about some of the photos around the room and asked who had bought them and whose family was in them. Mine were removed. I stripped the bed and made it with Clare's sheets and eiderdown cover and when we had finished all traces of me had been removed. Next was Clare's underwear. "I want you to take all of your Mistresses underwear down to the bath tub and I want you to wash each piece by hand and I want you to hang each item on the clothes line. Clare has over thirty pairs of knickers, nine bra's, eleven slips and two suspender belts plus about twenty pairs of tights and stockings. I washed every item by hand and rinsed them then took them outside to dry on the line. The early morning weather had turned, it wasn't quite as warm outside the wind had picked up. An excellent drying day I thought, as I hung out my Mistresses underwear. Janet watched me. I had obeyed each instruction to the letter. It was eleven thirty when I finished the laundry. We had a quick lunch and a cup of coffee and then we went into the study to go over the next part of my new life. Janet had drawn a number of documents that simply required my signature. I knelt beside her as she handed each document to me. It was pointless reading the small print. One document signed ownership of our house over to Clare. One closed my bank account leaving Clare as the sole name on the account. I had given my wallet to Janet and she had cut up my credit cards and bankcards. I gave my car ownership papers and car keys to Janet. She removed my driver's license from my wallet. When Janet had finished I had nothing. I felt like I had been violated. I knelt beside her and started to cry. "Oh please, spare me the tears." She snapped unsympathetically. "Your passport is in the bedroom. Go and get it." She ordered and I went into Clare's bedroom and retrieved it from its old spot in the bottom drawer. When I returned Janet had all of the paperwork in her brief case and was putting her coat on. "I asked you for a list of all of your assets. D'you have it?" and she compared it to Clare's list. And she effectively scratched out each item until she was satisfied I had nothing left. " I'm going to be about an hour." She told me. "Put those bags of clothes in the car" "But I thought I was transferring my clothes to my bedroom." "What have I told you about thinking, and talking without permission." This little bitch needed a bloody good hiding, I thought, but I bit my tongue. It's what Clare wants. I'll do what she wants. "Do I detect a note defiance?" She asked. "I'd love to bring a big bone head like you down to size." "Yeah and what happens when my wife comes home and her business partner has got two black eyes and no front teeth. I fired back. "What have you got to lose, you've got nothing." She reminded me. I snapped and made a grab for her. She was lightning quick and slipped out of my grasp. I was slow and awkward and she hit me quickly with an elbow to the ribs and a knee to the thigh. I don't really know if they were planned hits or just lucky contact in her haste to avoid my attack, but she sent me ploughing across the desk. She was behind me and in a flash she was on top of me. She hit with a flurry of blows, around the head, and then with a strength that belied her size she pulled me onto my back. I covered my head expecting the same pummeling, but she went down stairs! She drove her knee into my unprotected groin. I saw stars. I stumbled and started to fall but before I did she grabbed me by the hair and rammed her knee into my face breaking my glasses and cutting me above and below the eye. I crashed into the wall beside the desk. She stood over me not a scratch on her, not a hair out of place. I cowered before her "Get up." She ordered. "No OK I've had enough. I couldn't see out of my right eye because of blood running into it. "Oh no you ain't getting out of this that easy." And she attacked me. She grabbed me by the hair and attempted to pull me to my feet. "NO PLEASE JANET NO!" I made a move to stop her, and she stomped on my groin again. She then jumped on top of me. I was jammed between the desk and the wall. "I'm going to teach you a lesson I promise you will never forget." One arm was pinned under me and I seemed totally incapable of freeing it and Janet knelt on the other. She sat on my chest facing my feet, and started to unfasten my belt. " NO! NO!! I screamed as I bucked and squirmed beneath her. I couldn't see out of one eye and Janet's bottom obscured the vision from the other but there was no doubt as to what the bitch was doing. She punched me in the balls again but she missed the spot. She unfastened my belt and unclipped the top of my Levi's, and then she started to unpop each stud. "NO JANET. PLEASE NO JANET!!!" I screamed. I couldn't stop her. She thrust her hand inside my jeans, her fingers wrapped around my balls and she claimed her prize and squeezed. And she pulled me to my feet by my balls!! "MERCY MISTRESS. MERCY!!" I squealed as she dragged me around the room. My jeans slid down my legs causing me to stumble. "Don't fall. I'd hate to rip 'em off so soon." She pulled me to the center of the room and hauled my scrotum up as far as my belly button. She pulled me up on tiptoes, her nails dug deep into my flesh. I couldn't speak. I tried to beg for mercy but it came out as a scream. I was paralyzed. Mistress Janet stood before me. She grabbed hold of my under pants and literally ripped them off in two seconds. She tore them to ribbons with three violent yanks. She tried to lift me even higher but finally gave up. She stood in front of me in a black skirt and a charcoal gray blouse, her leg's sheaved in black pantyhose were wide apart, she was at least a foot shorter than me, but she completely controlled me. She flicked the hair out of her eyes and looked at me. "Please Mistress Janet. I'M SORRY" and I started crying again. "The only time you stand taller than me in a room is when I've got you like this." Understand me?" I tried to reply but she squeezed my balls tighter and my answer was incomprehensible. She then surprised the shit out of me by yanking my balls to the floor. I crashed to the carpet a second after they did. She gave me a moments respite and I sobbed like a baby in the fetal position. I thought she was finished with me. She released my balls, but only for a second. Then She started to throw me around like a rag doll. She grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my feet. "Please Mistress Janet. Please! I beg you!! Please" I was beaten. "Stand up you slut." She yelled. She pulled me to my feet but I was crouched over and a bit wobbly on my feet. She stopped for a second, convinced that she had the measure of me, and unzipped her skirt. It fell in a heap at her feet and she threw it on to the desk. "I don't want to get your blood on my skirt." She explained I offered no resistance as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head down and she forced my head between her legs. Her thighs squeezed around my head. She held me. She bent over my back her hands probing down between my legs. She grabbed my testicles and pulled them up between my arse cheeks. She squeezed them separating them. She had my scrotum in both hands and she leaned back but didn't have the momentum. She was trying to lift me of the ground by my balls!!! She rocked forward again, and swung back. "NOMISTRESSSPLEAAAAAAAAGHNOPLEAS." I screamed Again she didn't have enough weight to lift me off of my feet but each time she gained a few more millimeters. Again she managed to drag me on to the tips of my toes. "MISTREEEESTOPLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHNPLEAAAGHH" Again she managed another massive effort, but it wasn't quite enough for her to achieve her goal. She swung forward again and hauled me back. I thought she was going to rip my balls off. I screamed in undiluted agony. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHSTOPLEASTOPPPPPP!!!!!!" I screamed. "One more time." And she was right. At the forth attempt she managed to lift me off of the floor by my balls!! I swung kicking and clawing in the air screaming for help from anyone, as the tiny woman held me off the floor for a couple of seconds. "FFORRGOOSSAKEEEESOOMEONEPLEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEHHEEEEELLLPMEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAPLEASE NNNOOOOOOO!!!" I crashed to the floor. Janet either dropped me or I slipped. I cowered, sobbing before her. I kissed her feet begging for her forgiveness. "I'm sorry Mistress Janet, I'm sorry please forgive me. Please no more I beg you please no more ... .." Mistress Janet stood over me comfortable in the knowledge that she had almost broken me. She flicked me away like an irritant and started to get dressed. She pulled on her skirt and zipped it up. I lay before her sobbing holding my busted balls as she ran brush through her hair. As she put on her coat she addressed me. "I'm going to be an hour or so. I want all of your body hair removed by the time I get back and the laundry will be ready for ironing. There is some hair removal cr#me in the bathroom the directions are pretty simple to follow even for a man. Don't disappoint me." And with that she left the room. I stumble to my feet and pulled my jeans back on. I felt absolutely destroyed. I was trying to come to terms with what had just happened when Janet called me. I quickly obeyed her call. "Put these bags in the car." She ordered. I took the garbage bags that contained my clothes and stuffed four of them in the boot and the fifth in the backseat. "And the clothes you're wearing!" We have no garage just a small concrete slab that backs on to the road. The road isn't particularly busy, but the thought of stripping there didn't excite me. Janet looked at me daring me to challenge her. She smiled when I submitted to her command. I quickly pulled the shirt over my head and then removed my 501's . Leaving me naked beside the car. Janet threw the last items of my clothing into the backseat and slammed the door. "I'll see you in an hour." And she drove away. I scampered inside and went to the bathroom to remove my hair. I followed the instructions to the latter. I had a hot shower. Dried off, then applied the cream to my arms and chest first. And waited for the allotted time. Seven minutes. Then rinsed under warm water. I'm not a very hairy person but it distressed me to see my hair clog the drain, handfuls of it. I repeated the process with my legs, and finally my stomach, pubic area and arse. I removed a few stubborn patches with a razor and when I finally stood before the mirror I was completely hairless. My cock was shriveled, my balls swollen. I looked like someone else, which was true. I was becoming someone else. I couldn't control the tears as I started crying again. I would have continued wallowing in my self-pity if I hadn't heard the rain starting to fall. The laundry! I raced out into the back garden and quickly retrieved Clare's underwear. It was only a light shower, but more appeared to be on it's way. I carried the basket full of underwear into the house and started to set up the ironing board when the phone rang. It was Clare. "Is Janet there?" She asked. I so disappointed that she hadn't started the conversation with a question as to how things were going. I felt like an errand boy. "Would you tell her to give me a call when she gets in." I said I would, and she abruptly hung up. This never happened. Clare and I spent hours chatting on the phone. Thirty-second telephone conversations just didn't happen between us. I stood in the kitchen naked, Janet had been thorough, there wasn't a single stitch of my clothing to be found anywhere in the house. The rain started to fall a bit heavier outside and a gloom descended on the room. The atmosphere was so appropriate. It was also quite cold on the bare tiled floor. I started to iron Clare's underwear and had been busy with the task for about twenty minutes when Janet returned. I dropped to my knees as she entered the kitchen. She looked at me. "Stand up." She ordered. I rose to my feet and she smiled at what stood before her. "Bare foot in the kitchen. I like that. Turn around let me have a look at your backside." I turned around and underwent her inspection. She laughed and walked out of the kitchen, and I continued with my ironing. Clare got home from work at about six. She said nothing to me and went into the study to discuss business. All of her ironing was done and folded and put away in the specified drawers as per her instructions and I passed Janet's critical inspection. I had prepared an evening meal for Clare and Janet, but Janet wasn't staying. At about six thirty they left in Clare's car without saying a word to me. I felt lost in my own house, lost and alone. Clare returned on her own about an hour later. I was in front of the television when she came in. "I'll have my dinner now." She told me. She stood in the doorway and removed her coat. I felt a very uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. I had a blanket wrapped around me. "Take the blanket off." Clare ordered. I let the thing slip to the floor and stood naked in front of her. "On your knees" She demanded, and I obeyed and knelt before her head bowed. "Serve my dinner in the nude and I'll have it in here." Clare turned and went to her bedroom. After Clare had eaten and I had cleaned up and put everything away I asked her if there would be anything else she would like before I went to my room. There was a slight pause before she answered. "I want you to go to my bedroom and wait for me. I won't be long." I went to her room and waited for nearly an hour for her. I knelt silently at the foot of her bed in the cold room. Finally I heard her turn of the TV and turn off the lights and lock up the house. That used to be my job. I watched as she undressed. She unbuttoned her blouse and undone the zipper on her skirt. She removed her skirt and threw it on the chair. She then removed her panty hose and she stood before me in a white lace bra and panty set that I had picked out for her that morning. She looked at me but said nothing as she went to the bedroom door and locked it. I was puzzled who was going to disturb us? She went to the closet and pulled out a box that wasn't there this morning. And out of the box she produced a strap on dildo! "OH NO CLARE! FOR PETE'S SAKE NO!!" Clare grinned. She had locked the door to prevent me from getting away. I tried to get up. "You're going nowhere." She forced me against the wall and held me there as she pulled the dildo straps over her hips. "Please Clare don't do this please I beg you." I pleaded. She grabbed me by the hair. "Suck it you slut." She demanded. And she forced my head into her crotch. "Obey me or I'll give you another hiding." Clare promised. My balls couldn't take another beating they still ached from the attention that Janet had given them earlier. Clare hit me hard across the face knocking my head against the wall, but there was no way I was going to submit to this without a fight. "No Clare, no way." "You will obey me I promise you." I squatted beside her, my legs slightly apart, and Clare didn't need a written invitation. She drove her foot into my balls hitting the target splattering them. I tried to fall but Clare wouldn't let me she pushed the dildo into my mouth. "Now suck!" She ordered and she forced it down my throat. I was in agony my balls already swollen and delicate, had been hammered again. I was unable to stop her. She grabbed me by the ears, and pistoned the thing back and forth, driving the thing down my throat. "Suck it, you fucking slut!" Clare demanded. I cried for the twentieth time that day as Clare's dominance of me went up another notch. "You will obey me, my little cock sucker, because if you don't I will punish you so severely. I'm stronger than you now. You will obey your Mistress. Do you understand me?" She stood over me looking down at me staring into my eye, her blonde hair framing her familiar face but the something had changed. This wasn't my Clare this new woman scared the shit out of me. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the delicate lace material of her bra, she was aroused, she was enjoying herself. She continued to force the cock in to my mouth. "Suck it. Let me hear you suck on my dick." She ordered, her Liverpool accent the only thing to allow me to remember it was my wife who was speaking. I did my best to slurp down my saliva to a standard that met with her approval. She pulled the dildo out of my mouth and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bed. She forced my head into the pillows and knelt on the bed behind me. My fate was inevitable I couldn't stop her. I sobbed in to the pillows as she smeared something on my anus and she pushed her finger into me. "Please Clare please don't." I whimpered. But Clare was enjoying herself. Nothing was going to prevent her from achieving her goal. She got into position behind me and forced my thighs wider apart with her knee and I felt the head of the dildo against my anus. Clare's fingers gripped a hold on my hips and dug in and she pushed against me. "Don't resist me it'll only hurt more. Give in to me. Surrender. I'm going to win any way." And as if to prove a point she thrust again and started to enter me. "NO! PLEASE CLARE NO!" I cried as she forced the dildo deeper impaling me on her cock. I cried as Clare started to rape me. She pushed the thing deep into me "Squeal like a bitch for me." Clare ordered, but I didn't have to act for her my squeals were very real as she pushed the thing in all the way to the hilt. I thought that she was going to split me in half. I screamed in agony. "MISTRESS CLARE PLEAASSSSSSSSSSSE!" She started to withdraw. I sobbed into the pillow as Clare pulled her cock out of me. I screamed in undiluted agony, nothing I had ever experienced had ever felt like this both physically and mentally she was destroying me. She withdrew the thing almost out of me and then pushed back and started to fuck me. She started to fuck me harder and faster after a few seconds she was bashing the thing into me. I looked across at the dressing table mirror and saw the bizarre reflection. I didn't believe what I saw. Clare reminded me of me when I'd seen myself on top of her in that very mirror. Our roles had reversed and I didn't think Clare would be willing to return to how things used to be as she drove the cock into me. The pain never went away and she seemed to be getting into her rhythm. "Stop! Please Clare I beg you! Please stop. Please!" I sobbed uncontrollably, but Clare seemed insatiable. Her hand went down from my hips and she grabbed my balls and pulled on them as she hammered into me. "That's all they're good for now." She said as she squeezed them tighter as she fucked me. "Lets see if we can have a double whammy I have an orgasm while I pop your balls!" "NO! PLEASE NO PLEASE I BEG YOU NOAGGHH. PLEAGGGGGGGGGGH!!"I screamed as she crushed my balls and fucked me. "Please Clare Please." Clare had her first orgasm after about ten minutes of raping me. She had had a number of orgasms during our times together, but nothing like this one. She went crazy screaming wildly, I thought she was going to tear my balls off! She continued bashing the cock into me as rode wave after wave of euphoric highs, each one surpassing the previous one. I screamed in agony and fueled her lust. She quickly withdrew the dildo and threw me onto my back. "I want to see you when I fuck you." She told me. She grabbed me and thrust the thing back into me again. Squeezing my balls, as she hammered into me again. Another massive orgasmic wave crashed over her. She had a demonic grin on her face as she drove her cock into me, bashing my crushed balls. I don't know how long it lasted for, probably no more than twenty minutes, but every second felt like an hour as she destroyed me as a man. Slowly she came down almost oblivious to my presence and finally she stopped and she pushed me away like a used toy, which is exactly what I was. I was crushed. I lay face down on the bed sobbing into the pillows. Clare got up and started to talk to someone. "Did you hear it all?" She asked. There was a muffled reply and some laughter. She was on the phone. She was talking to Janet who had heard the entire session. Clare laughed. And threw the cordless phone onto the bed beside me. "Janet wants to talk to you." She said and walked into the bathroom. "Hello?" "Excellent entertainment! Better than the radio. Your performance of the deflowered virgin was brilliant." Janet laughed. I was shattered I couldn't believe that the rift between Clare and I was so wide. I looked up at Clare but she closed the door. "Thank you Mistress." I mumbled into the phone was all I could manage. And she hung up. Clare was in the shower and I went to my room.