The G-Woman's Pet

Special Agent Bernadette LaRock is used to getting her way. Tall, smart, and beautiful, men are helpless to resist her. Budget analyst Rob Finch is a stickler for the rules when it comes to the public’s money. Financial rules are rules to follow, until Bernadette needs travel advances for her task force within a week. Rob breaks all the rules and pushes them through. Bernadette shows her appreciation during a business lunch that turns into tryst, then a dinner out becomes a night together. Rob is floored when she introduces her submissive husband and explains that chastity is a key element of their open marriage. Rob shakes off his warning: “I started out like you; infatuated, swept off my feet. It’s not too late for you,” and continues to see Bernadette. The changes in their relationship are subtle, Rob finds himself being drawn into her web, and agrees to allow her to control his orgasms. As Rob’s world is turned upside down the husband’s warning thunders in Rob’s ears. A 15,000 word novella about female domination, male submission, and male chastity.

At Her Command

Standing six-two in her five-inch pumps, Bridget Kelly relished staring down at Nathan West and the other male attorneys. Female attorneys were afraid of her. She wore her thick mane of black hair on her shoulders, and dressed in dark suits that accented her curves. She took Nathan for drinks after a bad week, where she killed his clients in the courtroom.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Well, ever since I heard you were available.” He stared into her ice water blue eyes and froze, unable to look away, as heat radiated from his face. “You’ve been searching for a dominant woman your entire life. A woman who will take complete control of you,” she said just above a whisper, “a strong, beautiful woman, who will completely dominate you in every facet of your life.” Nathan winced in pain as his cock throbbed, pinched inside his pants. He started to gasp and checked himself, taking in slow shallow breaths. “Your marriage fell apart because your wife didn’t give you the structure you needed.” She squeezed his hand. “I will.” The sharp pain stabbed Nathan beneath his sternum again as he stared into Bridget’s pale, blue eyes. A nineteen thousand word novella available online at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords and other online book stores.

Submissive for Real Men

I found a really interesting blog done by a twenty-something sissy from Boston. He calls it Sissies-Obey-Real-Men. I like it so much I gave him a free copy of Leslie's Destiny.

His blog is here: http://sissies-obey-real-men.tumblr.com/

Merry Christmas! If we connected on the Collar Me site, you might notice I'm no longer there. We disagreed on the TOS and I decided to leave rather than conform. No hard feelings, they own the site and make the rules. You conform, or you leave. You can reach me here if you so choose. I hope you had a great Christmas and an even better 2014!

Dana

Chastity: Creating a Stepford Husband

When Kim Pierce’s therapist told her, that her husband Kirk was exhibiting the classic signs of addiction, she said it was impossible. “Kirk rarely drinks. If he was on drugs, I’d notice the money.”

“Internet pornography is the fastest growing addiction in the U.S. among white males,” Dr. Grant said. “Internet pornography provides sexual arousal and stimulation, much the same way cocaine and other drugs do. The addict no longer has control of his behavior. Bold, positive steps must be taken to control the addict’s behavior, which include, removing or regulating access to the internet and controlling the addict’s ability to self-pleasure, and orgasm.”

“And how is that accomplished?”

“We need to control his masturbation. I don’t like the potential side effects of Depo-Provera and other pharmaceuticals that inhibit erections. I much prefer a mechanical barrier.”

“Mechanical barrier?”

“A chastity device, a form-fitted metal cage that encircles the penis, and is locked in place. He won’t be able to get an erection while wearing it, and he won’t be able to stimulate himself while his penis is encased in stainless steel.” Kim uses Dr. Grant’s system of forced chastity and behavior modification, to turn her husband into the perfect, devoted husband. A 13,000 word novelette.

Available at Amazon, Smashwords and other fine online retailers.

Sold in the Slave Market of Algiers -- From Able Seaman to Feminized Slave The Tale of Jacob West 

Wispy, blond-haired, Jacob West, found work on his uncle’s merchant ship Mercury, after his father was killed. He was nineteen, a grown man, but could have passed for thirteen, with a smooth, pretty face more suited for a young girl. But Jacob was the first out of his hammock when all hands was called, he forced himself to climb the rigging without looking down, he never complained about the lack of sleep or nonstop calls to enter the rigging, and kept his mouth shut unless he was asked a question. The kicks, blows with a rope’s end, and insults stopped after the first week, when he carried on instead of complaining. By the end of the second week, his messmates were saving his biscuit and salt-pork if he was last-man-down the mainmast. By the end of his first month, they treated the slim, smooth-faced lad, like a like one of their own. Blown off course by a mistral, they lose their convoy and their Royal Navy escort. Mercury is attacked by Barbary pirates and the crew taken prisoner. Jacob brings a fine price as he stands naked in the slave market of Algiers. Limited to only four wives, rich men of Algiers buy feminine looking men and keep them for entertainment. Jacob learns to please Ismail Abdullah, learns the seductive dance of the bacha bazi, and waits for his opportunity to escape. A 14,000 word novella.

Craving Chastity by Dana Drake

I daydreamed on the drive home from work, thinking about Rich’s comments. It never occurred to me that Monique wanting to see me with a man was a power thing. I thought it was humiliation. I drove right past the liquor store. Monique told me to pick up a bottle of Scotch whiskey for her to give a coworker as a retirement gift. We were attending a party for him at a bar downtown. I was so wrapped up in thought that I drove right by the store. Monique was fixing a salad when I walked in from the garage.

“Where is the bottle of Scotch?”

“Oh, shoot. I was so wrapped up, that I completely forgot about it.” Her expression darkened into one I’d never seen.

“You forgot to pick up my suit from the cleaners on Saturday. I think you need a reminder to focus on your responsibilities.”

“I’m sorry, Monique. I’ll run back out and get it.”

“You’re right you will; but not before I punish you.” I stared at her, stunned at the way she was talking to me. “Come with me.” She marched up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I followed her, feeling a mixture of regret for disappointing her, and fear. I’d never seen Monique angry. It was a side I didn’t know existed. “Undress,” she said standing beside a red leather hassock with her arms crossed over her chest. She’d changed into black slacks and a white blouse after work, to join her coworkers for drinks at seven.

I felt clumsy undressing in the room and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. “You’re not helping your case, Jason,” she snapped. I felt naked all of a sudden, even though I’d stopped wearing clothes at home almost two months before. “Kneel down and bend over the hassock.”

“What are you doing, Monique?” I heard her slide my belt out of my slacks.

“I’m disciplining you so you’ll focus.” She brought the doubled-up belt down hard across my buttocks. I cried out, more out of surprise than pain. The second blow hurt more than the first.

“Please, Monique.” SLAP. “Please stop.” SLAP “I’ll concentrate, I’ll do better.” SLAP, SLAP. She moved, to get my left buttock. SLAP. It hurt. I felt my penis begin to twitch and stiffen. It swelled, but was checked by its steel prison. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. She hit me a dozen times, hard. I was bracing for more when she dropped my belt.

“Get dressed and go the store. I’m leaving in forty-five minutes. You’re staying home as part of your punishment.” I listened to her heels on the oak staircase as I rubbed my stinging buttocks. I dressed quickly and bolted out the door without saying goodbye. I got back with ten minutes to spare, set the bottle and a gift bag I’d picked up on the table, and found Monique at her makeup table. I stood at the door.

“I apologize for letting you down today.” I kind of choked up. She stared at the mirror. “I’m sorry. I won’t let you down again.” She rose from her chair and walked past me without saying anything. I was going to follow her downstairs and apologize some more, but thought better of it. I undressed and went downstairs after I heard the garage door close.

 *****

I felt perfectly natural being naked and kneeling at her feet, wearing only a stainless steel chastity device. Being surrounded by a half-dozen female strangers somehow didn’t bother me. Submitting to a strong, beautiful woman just felt right. She had become my anchor. She brought order into my life, when it was careening out of control. Monique’s friends seemed totally nonplussed. Perhaps they were in female led marriages too, and were used to being waited on by nude, chaste men, and demanded and expected total obedience and submission from their partners. A 16,000-word novella about female-led-marriage and male submission. Available on Amazon

Craving-Chastity by Dana Drake