He was knelt before her with his hands bound tightly behind his back with royal blue colored rope. He softly whimpered as he felt her firm grip on his throat as she leaned down and passionately kissed his lips. He was her willing submissive and tonight was going to be the first night that she would fully enjoy him as such.

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The following story may not be for everybody because it entails brutal female domination and humiliation. However, it is a story that some will find useful and educational, and perhaps even titillating. It is a story that explains in graphic detail the methods I used to train my daughter to take her proper place in the world as a member of the dominant species and the methods I used to break and emasculate my own son. The real beauty of my story is the intermeshing of the two processes and the innovative use of my son, and his father, as a training tool for my daughter. While to some, my treatment of the males in my life may seem cruel, particularly the physical and mental abuse heaped upon my son, I prefer to consider it an act of kindness. This is borne out by the caring and nurturing relationship he has with his current wife. While to some his prancing around in female garb may seem garish, his obsessive obsequiousness may appear unnatural, and the physical abuse he suffers so willingly may make others squirm, he accepts it and welcomes it as the natural order of things. In addition to his normal household chores, his wife has graciously allowed us to still use him for house cleaning and menial tasks. Also we still indulge in the physical beatings we loved so much during his youth. In fact I pride myself on my ability to still beat him to a pulp in a fair fight although he now outweighs me by 70 pounds, but I am jumping ahead of myself.
He was experienced with women and the ways of the street. Everybody knew I was a shy, awkward virgin. It was close to the end of senior year when Rick first saw my mom as she visited our campus. She was shapely and petite, had just turned 38 but looked at least ten years younger, and she kept a flat, toned midriff she was very proud of.