Harry picked the wrong woman to cheat on. A smart strong beautiful wife and a hi-tech humbler soon give him the attitude adjustment he sorely needs. Join Harry on his journey from male heaven to Femdom hell. Harry has a lot to learn.
Harry cheated. The next thing he knew he was permanently on the ground looking up at his beautiful wife. She sentenced him to 5 years of crawling for his crimes but that was only the beginning of his suffering. He is treated like a dog, given a physical by an evil vet, raped by rednecks in an unbelievable house party and finally sent to a a one way ticket to his worst nightmare. One the way, Harry learned why he cheated, but hobbled and gagged, he might never be able to find redemption. There is a gravestone with his name on it if he fails.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-209--1 - $4.75
Print ISBN: 978-1-60054-242-8 - $13.99
Length: 41,821 Words
Genre: BDSM - Femme Domme / Humiliation
Rating: 5 - Total Eclipse
The day started normal enough. I laid out Lady Colleen’s clothes then made her breakfast. She ran out the door and I was alone with a list of chores. At lunch, I had kibble and watched the mid-day news. I was going to wash and wax the front entry when the doorbell rang. I froze. No one is supposed to come to the door. The mail gets delivered to mailbox by the road. All packages are supposed to be delivered to Lady Colleen’s office or left in the mailbox. There are no soliciting signs at the front gate with beware of dog signs to discourage people from coming near the house. The bell rang again. It buzzed two or three times as if the person was impatient.
That is when I did the dumbest thing in my life or the second dumbest after cheating on my wife. I crawled to the door put my mouth up to the mail slot and called, “Help me. Please help me.”
I heard someone say, “Package for Mrs. Rogers.”
“Thank God you came. Help me. I’m trapped in here.”
“Is there someone there? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? You one of those old people that are fallen and can’t get up that I see on TV all the time? Did you have a heart attack?”
“I’m trapped in this house. Locked in. Please help me. I used to keep a spare key by the rock closest to the garage door on the left. The key will open the deadbolt and door. Please, I’ve been a prisoner here for months.”
I had no idea what the hell I was thinking. Even if I got out, I’d still be in the humbler and the humbler wasn’t coming off any time soon but I had to make a break for it. It was an irrational act but I had to try.
She said, “I’ll get it. Be right back.”
I thought, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Soon I heard the most wonderful sound of a key turning in a lock and my liberator stood before me. She was a skinny 19-year-old woman with bad teeth and a bruised eye wearing a UPS uniform. She had a shock of badly cut unkempt blond hair under a brown ball cap and a feral look. She looked beautiful to me.
I said, “Oh my God thank you. Please help me. I’ve been confined here by my wife for months. Get me some clothes then we can go to the police. They will make her release me.”
She looked at me like I was from another planet.
“What the hell are you? Some kind of pervert? You one of them there S and M people? God, you rich can be kinky. The things I have seen since I took over this route. Dungeons, secret rooms, sex parties. Can‘t you people just have normal sex?”
She stepped inside and said, “Nice place. Mind if I come in? Why are you on the floor, Boy?”
“My weird wife thinks she can punish me this way for some stuff I did. She made it so I can’t stand. It is kidnapping. Help me get out of here.”
The girl walked into the sitting room and sat down on the $5,000 sofa. She kicked off her work boots and spread her legs. Her feet were sweaty and nasty. I could see right up her work shorts to her stained panties.
“I don’t want to do something to upset the lady of the house. What if this is just part of some game you guys play? Tell me more? You got a beer around here?”
“There’s beer in the refrigerator in the garage. Take what you want.”
She got up and got a six-pack of beer. She sat back down and got her cell phone out and called someone.
“Bobby Sue, Hi Rhonda here. I’m at 64 Raleigh Way out here in the high end. It’s the third mailbox from Rte. 73. Come on by and bring Charlene. The nice man here is letting us have a party at his house.”
She clicked her cell closed.
I yelled, “No, oh please no. I will give you all the money for beer you want. I have thousands of dollars. Just take me to the police.”
“We’ll talk about the payment for your rescue later. I don’t think you have much money with no pockets and all. Right now I think we need to know more about this situation so we can make the right decision. Now what stuff did you do to get all caught and crawly?”
I explained that my wife caught me cheating on her and had sentenced me to five years humbled.
“Shit, I’d like to meet your wife. My boyfriend, Cliff, is a real asshole. He could use a humbling. Show me around this place. I like it a lot. This damn place goes on for miles.”
Half way through the tour two bad things happened. One, her friends arrived and two they discovered my wife’s stash of sex toys in her closet. That is what brought Rhonda here in the first place. She was delivering another item from Extreme Restraints. Lady Colleen usually had her toys delivered to her office. She must have accidentally had this one sent to her home address. It is easy to click the wrong address on some of those internet ordering forms.
We were in the upstairs bedroom when her friends bounded in. They were a Mutt and Jeff pair. I would find out that Bobby Sue was the ‘Jeff’ and very long and thin. Charlene was very short and squat. Bobby Sue had the attitude of a natural schoolyard bully. Charlene was quiet with an unhappy look on her face.
“You breaking into homes again, Rhonda? Wow! What the hell is this? A naked guy on his hands and knees? You sure work fast. You fuck him yet? He’s kind of cute.”
“Hush, Bobby Sue. This guy ain’t fucking nothing. Look at him. He has a bar under his ass that holds his nuts and keeps him on the ground. You and Charlene get a beer each from the garage and come on back. No, bring a case. We might be here for a while.”
They drank beer in Lady Colleen’s bedroom, threw the empties on the carpet and looked at the sex toys. They asked me questions about the uses of each one. I learned that they had all come here from Tennessee to go to college in the big city. Rhonda was going to be a commercial artist but had to drop out of school and take a job driving a delivery truck. As they drank, they kept making cruder jokes about me and my situation. They made jokes about my anatomy. Bobby Sue slapped my ass a few times.
Some men might say that I was in some kind of Femdom heaven. Many men dream of having a three or foursome. It is not pleasurable when the choice is taken from a person. When the person can’t decide to have sex or not, it becomes a different matter. It is rape and foul and cruel. I feared what they would do.
Rhonda and Bobby Sue took off their tops and bras and tried the different vibrators on each other’s nipples and laughed. They deep kissed a few times and rubbed each other breasts. They seemed comfortable with their bodies. It was not the first time they had done this. They lay on the bed and French kissed and made out, ignoring me completely. A hand snaked down to Rhonda’s crotch and I could hear her moans.
When they had finished warming each other up, Bobby Sue picked up a strap-on and said, “Who’s going to try him first? We might as well find out what this Lady Colleen does with her husband before we rescue him from a fate worse than death.”
Rhonda said, “I found him. I guess I should fuck ‘em first. You get sloppy seconds. Give me that thing.”
She took the strap-on from Bobby Sue and said to me, “How does this thing work, Boy?”
I begged one last time.
“Please don’t do this. This is so wrong. We’ll both be in deep trouble.”
Beltedone has said that he has re-invented himself more times than Madonna.
Born on the New Jersey shore in the 50s, beltedone spent his formative years surfing, cycling and avoiding the nuns at his local high school. He holds three degrees including two Masters and the record for the longest time to finish a ten mile time trial.
Beltedone has worked in medical and academic settings for over twenty five years in New Jersey, Connecticut, West Virginia and Pennsylvania. A noted author in his field, his non-fiction works have appeared in the Annals of Internal Medicine and Hospital Physician. He has a non-fiction book in print.
Beltedone presently resides in Pennsylvania. He rides the bicycle paths in the eastern part of the state regularly and walks his beagle. He is a gourmet chef who enjoys Toby Keith and a good bottle of Merlot while in the kitchen creating culinary masterpieces.