Mouth Soaping Discipline
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Margo dated Cliff because he knew his place. His subordination was automatic. Her dominance enveloped him. He had no wish for independence even she made him suffer.
Margo knew what she wanted, specially from men. Men should comply with her wishes, never argue. If a man held a different opinion she should be silent or go away.
She decided Cliff might be a man worthy of becoming her slave. Her first test was to make him skip workday lunches. Instead of eating, he ran errands. He picked up laundry, bought her groceries. Margo’s wishes mattered more than his hunger.
She increased his chore load. He kept both his and Margo’s homes clean. A wisp of dust, a fingerprint on a glass made her wrathful. She punished Cliff.
He learned to never mention or exhibit his penis. Margo only had use for his tongue.
Cliff was passive. He never disputed her decisions. Margo’s dominance became increasingly tangible. He was a little afraid. Fear of displeasing her came to outweigh fear total servitude. The more she controlled him, the more he felt freedom was a burden.
He lived at Margo’s. His home became little more than a clothes closet. When his chores were complete, she ordered him to stand in a corner. He would stand for hours, hoping for attention or a task.
Margo often spanked Cliff. Regular discipline was a masculine necessity. Whipping his buttocks with her wide black belt was fun.
She locked him in chastity. She would never permit him release.
If she had a little too much wine, she was apt to use her fists. Even tipsy she was careful to not give Cliff a black eye or other visible sign of her punches. Having a man to hurt was liberating. She realized active cruelty was something he had long needed.
If he misspoke, she had a favorite punishment. Margo shoved a bar of soap into Cliff’s mouth. He became even more meek.
Pleased, she ordered him to sell his house. Later to quit his job. Cliff lives naked and kneeling, the 24/7 slave of a woman.
( * Eric Stanton’s story is of course superior to my fragment. Mouth soaping drawings are uncommon.)