Obedience Training of the Stepford Men: Pain, Humiliation & Change

Obedience Training of Stepford Men:

Pain, Humiliation and Change

A Femdom novel by Lee Allen

ISBN: 978-1-937831-47-9

A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

Copyright © 2012 Lee Allen, All rights reserved

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The Evolution of Mr. Green

Paul arrived twenty minutes late at his father's office. He was irritated that his older brother, Ron would also be there. Ron was an unmarried, thirty year-old who was clean-cut and had a degree in accounting. He was the assistant to the comptroller in their family business, wore a suit and tie, had neatly trimmed hair and always was polite and respectful. Paul was twenty eight, had long, wavy blond hair and a boyish but handsome face. He married beautiful, sophisticated, twenty nine year-old Mary, two years ago. Today, he was dressed in designer jeans, tan boat shoes and a white, silk shirt open to mid chest and exposing a skull and crossbones dangling from a gold neck chain. Ron called him Mr. Casual and resented the fact that Paul didn't work for the generous allowance they each received from their father. Paul had been extremely close to his mother. She died four years ago and had admonished their father to not expect as much of Paul as Ron as he was sensitive and did not have his brother's drive. So, Paul had it made, playing drums on the weekends, drinking and socializing with women who came to hear the group. He felt Mary didn't try to understand that he was engaging in PR for the band and that the lipstick she found on his collar meant he was just fooling around. She had married him for his daring personality and good looks but had been trying to cope with his immature behavior ever since. She came from a wealthy family that was not overjoyed at her choice of a husband.

Father opened the meeting by looking at his watch and saying he hoped Paul hadn't been inconvenienced. Paul said he just wasn't used to getting up in time for a meeting as early as nine AM.

Don't you have classes in the morning? Father asked with raised eyebrows.

Actually I couldn't keep up with the class and dropped out for this semester.

That brings me to the point of this meeting, Father sighed and proceeded to say he wasn't getting any younger and in a few years expected to turn the business over to the two boys. How do you see yourself getting involved with the company, Paul?

Well, I never thought of it. I guess since Ron is on his way to becoming the CFO, I would be the CEO.

Ron glared at him but said nothing.

Father said, I feel I've done you a disservice by allowing you to not work or obtain a college degree. Rather than continue the overprotection your mother started, I have decided to let you work your way up in the business (a large landscaping and lawn and garden supply company).

Work my way up…, Paul stuttered.

I spoke to Mary and she agrees with my decision. She said she has reasons of her own to support this plan.

You spoke to Mary about my future?

As you know, she composes some of our advertising material and I’ve noticed she has a good head on her shoulders. She has a degree in graphic arts, you know. At any rate, I‘ve arranged to have your allowance converted to a salary to be administered by Ron. We spoke earlier and he agreed to take on this responsibility.

Ron spoke up, adding, After thinking it over and after speaking with Mary, I would like to have her administer the salary as she is in a better position to monitor Paul's progress away from work.

Monitor my progress! Paul was incredulous.

Good plan, said Father, ignoring Paul. Monitor both at work and away from work. We can make up for lost time.

That evening, Mary informed Paul his allowance/salary was going into savings which had been nil due to his spending on clothes, alcohol and women. He began swearing and jabbing her with his finger saying, You won't get away with this. Mary retreated and the next day called her mother, asking for advice in dealing with Paul. She said she has the authority but not necessarily the power to make him comply. Her mother, a businesswoman, told her about the Stepford House. She had friends who had sought help there.

They had lunch with owners, Nancy and Jane, who described the Stepford Husband training program: Wives can enroll their husbands in a three-month reeducation program to enable behavior more in keeping with what they had envisioned at the time they married or what is required to meet their current expectations. Potential enrollees typically discount wives' opinions and desires, spend time drinking in bars with friends, only want to talk about sports, want sex without meeting their wife's emotional needs, are not upwardly mobile, refuse to attend concerts or cultural events, etcetera. Some are physically abusive and all are seen as emotionally abusive. Reeducation can be tailored to each woman's desires, but basically consists of obedience training. Men are confronted with the fact of female superiority; learn to respect and serve them and to expect punishment when they fall short. The cost is five thousand dollars; satisfaction guaranteed and includes monthly alumni meetings for ongoing support.

This sounds great. I can give you Paul's salary until the tuition is paid up. How do you get them to enroll?

It depends on the circumstances. Nancy went on to describe Chester, a middle-aged man who was a snappy dresser and had a reputation for impressing and flattering women in an upscale bar and getting them to take him home. His drinking buddies looked up to him and called him Casanova. The wife told Nancy where to find him and she easily let him talk her into taking him home (Stepford House). He ended up being seduced and restrained by Nancy and Jane and it was all downhill for him after that. Chester is now a straight-laced office boy who has a conservative haircut, a standard uniform of black trousers, white, polyester, short sleeve shirt and a thin black necktie. The shirt always contains a note-pad, pencils and pens in a plastic case bulging from the pocket. Chester works in his wife's business and answers to the name 'kid’. He also wears a cock cage which is something recommended for all clients. Although they are trained to tolerate long periods of abstinence, the cage is a reminder that their concern must be for their wife's sexual gratification and not their own. Also, the privilege of having the cage released, say, at the first of every month if they haven't displeased their mistress, gives them something to look forward to."

How does the wife get the guy to put the cage back on? asked Mary.

That's where obedience comes in. They wouldn't think of refusing or even resisting after their training. They also know that begging for release will automatically double their time caged. You used the term, guy, which implies male rights. These enslaved men are not free to make requests and understand they deserve to be punished if they forget this.

Mary said, I guess I’ll need help in carrying this out.

"We bring the woman in half-way through the program to observe us and then take charge, including field trips. Chester's wife/mistress took him back to the bar where he had hung out, to demonstrate to his old friends how he had changed from Casanova to subservient office boy. His friends were shocked, of course, and Chester’s humiliation confronted him with the fact that his former life was gone for good. We also have monthly alumni meetings where women bring their slaves in to discuss management issues. The slaves only listen unless asked to speak. By the way, the slaves are brought in wearing their usual garb. For example, in the last meeting we had a bare-chested gardener, a butler in coattails, a chauffeur in suit and cap, a slave wearing only a metal choker collar, wrist and ankle cuffs (arrived in a robe) and a sex slut in torn jeans and a sleeveless shirt open to the waist.

So, what are the issues discussed in these meetings? Mary asked.

Well, length of caged time as I said. Some women feel more than two months of abstinence could be counterproductive, Nancy replied. In the last meeting, a woman wondered if her slave should be punished for pouting while serving dinner to her and her boyfriend. The discussion determined he hadn't been allowed sexual release for over two months and was acting childlike. A group member asked him (the butler) if he thought he should be punished. He said, ‘Yes’ and became tearful, saying, ‘It just didn't seem fair’. There was consensus that he should have more sexual release and also have his ass whipped.

Wow! I can't wait to attend these meetings, Mary enthused.

Nancy continued, Another major area is whether slaves should shave their bodies. Some women like the burly, hairy type. Others are neutral, but most agree that mandating that they shave their body from the neck down every morning enables them to maintain an attitude of contrite subservience. Requiring them to relinquish an outward manifestation of their masculinity every single day is a great reminder of our control and superiority.

Mary observed. It must be difficult for them to accept initially.

Yes, Nancy agreed. We could force them to make that first shave, but the psychological struggle is important. Once they decide to comply, it becomes a turning point in accepting and submitting to their fate as slaves. As a result of these alumni meetings a few women have started Stepford self-help groups. Women meet weekly to talk about partner management. Most marriages can use some degree of 'leveling of the playing field' and women often could use some peer support.

Nancy then went on to describe the story of a woman who, in an otherwise satisfying marriage, had been emotionally and physically abused for years by her husband whenever he came home drunk. The next day he would be filled with guilt and remorse. She attended two group meetings and acted on their advice on how to gain control over the situation. Her first step was to buy a cock cage. The next time he came home drunk she went out the back door to a neighbor's house and waited for him to pass out. She then locked on the cage and hid the key. The next morning, instead of his usual remorsefulness, he went into a rage. She waited him out and then spelled out what he needed to do to get his cock back. The first requirement was to shave every hair on his body from his sideburns on down. He refused and for two weeks, begged for release. She expressed sympathy for his engorged cock, bulging from under the stainless tube, as she caressed and sucked on his nipples. She was sure he had been trying to find a key that would release the ring that encased the base of his cock and balls and locked onto the tube. The ring had a built-in lock at the bottom. A locksmith would have trouble opening it and she knew he would be too mortified to seek one out.

After another two weeks he said he had decided he would shave his legs, If it would please her. She said, No dice, and added that there was to be no more alcohol consumption. Another week passed and he told her how much he had changed. She fondled his balls until they were about to burst and said she was getting horny and had her eye on a recent divorcee at work. The next morning he presented himself to her completely hairless except for his head, which was bowed. She told him he looked like he'd lost his best friend.

I feel like a little boy, he admitted.

Like you lost your manhood? she pursued.

This is humiliating, now may I please have the key?

If you recall, I said this was the first step, she reminded him and reached for the body lotion she had ready for this occasion. As she gently massaged it into his skin she said, You look more lean and muscular now. I'm really pleased with your progress. His body shuddered with anticipation as she touched his smooth, bare skin. His anticipation ended when she added, What I need you to do now is call in sick and vacuum the house, dust everything and wash the windows.

Damn, you're a real slave driver!

That's an apt word. Also, work in the nude so you don't mess up your glossy appearance. She gave his balls a squeeze and said, I'm off to work, leaving him standing there looking confused. She locked their bedroom door on her way out.

He finally looked in the mirror and saw a boyish, naked man with tanned, smooth, glistening, hairless skin and a shiny, metal tube where his cock should be. He'd had a throbbing engorgement attempting to break through the tube ever since he began shaving, giving in to her demands, engaging in this definitive act of contrition. He had called her a slave driver. What did that make him? He called his boss and probably sounded convincingly sick with his weak and helpless mind-set. With a flicker of independence, he decided to slip on his PJ bottoms until just before she would arrive home. When he found the bedroom door locked, he broke out in a sweat and was flooded with the realization that she was in complete control. He had abused his freedom and she had taken it away.

He grabbed the vacuum cleaner and rushed to clean the house. He cleaned the carpets, used the dusting wand to clean the woodwork, stretching his sweaty, naked body, feeling his cock and balls swinging exposed to the air, kneeling to clean behind the furniture, taking pride in his performance as a house slave. As he shook rugs in the back yard, he fantasized and felt the excitement of having to expose himself publically as part of his slave status. However, when it came time to clean the front windows, he was confronted with the reality of his situation. The sidewalk was only twelve feet from the house. There were three double windows with nine panes in each section, fifty four panes, 216 corners to scrub clear. As he sprayed Windex on the upper panes and stretched to a full frontal pose to wipe, he felt humiliated and resentful that he had been forced to expose himself to any passerby who would notice his movements and look into the window. He would never do this if he had a choice, but he had none. When a man walking his dog stared at him, he realized this was no fantasy but the real thing. He felt a surge of excitement over the humiliation and helplessness as his cock