A Submissive Sissy

Here you'll find my favorites Sissy & Femdom stories, the best one I've ever read over the net since many years and believe me, that's a lot ! I'm also a wool fetishist, so you may come accross this type of topic around here too... Hope you'll like it !

A Happy Wife

Saddled

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Benjamin was embarrassed and he was hurting. Benjamin was sitting on the horse. He had built the horse himself at the friendly insistence of his wife Mavis. The horse was a copy of the infamous punishment horses used by the military hundreds of years ago. The punishment horse is said to derive from the Japanese horse used to torture women as punishment for crimes they had committed. Benjamin's horse looked like a saw horse but the top beam was built like a little dog house with a peak. The rider sat astride the peak. The horse was built so that the rider could not quite touch the ground and the unfortunate rider would have to shift his weight from one foot to the other to ease the pressure of the peaked beam. Benjamin's horse was built so that poor Benjamin had to point his toe like a dancer to touch the ground. When the leg began to cramp he would shift to the other. Benjamin's hands were tied at the wrist and over his head; they were hooked to a hook hanging from a cable. The cable had a steel ring attached and Benjamin could relieve the pain and cramps in his legs by lifting himself up with the ring. Of course this put a strain on his shoulders and arms so he could not stand this for more than a few minutes. Poor Benjamin was "riding the horse" - a curious comical dance of lift, drop, point your toe, point your other toe and lift. Benjamin was naked except for a pair of white cotton panties and he was alone in his room. The door was open and he was visible to the four women playing cards and snacking. The four women consisted of his wife Mavis, his mother in law Myrtle, his mother Blanch and his sister in law Mable. The guests had all seen him earlier and had pithy comments about the state he was in and how good it was to see him like this. They had all grown bored with watching him ride the horse and had left him to contemplate his fate and endure the pain and humiliation. Benjamin was in the forth hour of a six hour sentence on the horse. He could feel the sweat drip down his chest and back, his legs were in almost constant cramp now and his shoulders constant pain. It was of little consolation to know that British soldiers and Japanese women did this for days at a time. Benjamin would have a choice to make at the end of six hours. Benjamin could choose four more hours or twenty with the cane. Benjamin would choose the cane. There were extras that went with the caning and he knew it, but he could not do the horse any longer. If he was given a bargaining chip right now he would agree to anything. Benjamin knew that at the very least his caning would be humiliating and painful. He would be bent over the very horse he was now riding, his wrists would be attached to a horse leg, his ass would be high, his legs spread and attached to horse legs, his balls would be splayed on the side of the peak; they would not be spared punishment. Benjamin would be gagged with the panties he was wearing and a piece of tape would insure they did not fall out. Mavis would use the small swatter on his balls. There would be ten for each ball. He knew he could stand that, and then there would be the caning. There would be twenty strokes no more no less twenty, they would all be on his ass, he would try to stand it he would try not to cry, to beg to plead, but he knew that by the time she had given him ten he would be blubbering and sobbing and willing to do anything to stop the torment, but it would be twenty no more no less. As for now Benjamin still had more riding to do. Mavis came into his room with a bottle of water and gave him a drink through a straw. The horse sat on a large plastic sheet to catch any body fluids. Benjamin was not allowed any bathroom breaks and would pee while riding. The urine he was forced to sit in would only add to the discomfort and the humiliation.

There was an adorable pink party dress hanging in the corner of the room. It was a child's dress with short puffed sleeves and a tie that went around the waist and would tie in the back with a big girly bow. There were layers of white petticoats that went under the short skirt. Just below the dress sitting on the floor were a pair of white T strap Mary Jane shoes with a nice little girls round toe and a low heel. On a Styrofoam wig head sat a curly blonde wig with a white sun bonnet trimmed in pink. Benjamin has been looking at the dress for the three and a half hours he had been on the horse. The dress had been made by Myrtle just for Benjamin. The shoes had been ordered on line by Mavis and the petticoats had come from a square dance shop that Mavis knew of. Benjamin knew that there were shiny nude panty hose and ruffled sissy pants in pink and white that had also come from the same square dance shop. The four women had all agreed that the outfit was adorable and any six year old girl would love to wear it. Earlier, in fact three and a half hours earlier Benjamin had argued that he was indeed not a six year old girl and no way was he going to wear that dress. Right now there was nothing Benjamin wanted more than to wear that dress as long as it would get him off the horse. No amount of begging or pleading had gotten him off the horse and no amount of begging and pleading would change or reduce the caning. Benjamin would do the six hours, take the caning and wear the dress.

By the ninth stroke of the cane Benjamin was crying like a school girl. He was trying to kick his legs but they were bound to the horse, he was trying to cover his butt with his hands but they were tied to the horse legs. Even though gagged the women could still her Benjamin plead with Mavis to please stop and let him wear the dress. But he would receive the full twenty. The women watched and smiled. They were past the shock and awe of the pain and humiliation Benjamin had to endure. By the thirteenth stroke Benjamin was covered in sweat and had peed on himself and the horse. He had slowed his thrashing and when a stroke was administered he just let out a pathetic little sob. Benjamin was a beaten man both physically and emotionally he knew it and the four women knew it. They all felt sorry for him at some level but he would get the full twenty no more no less. There would be a time of recovery and then he would be dressed or it would start all over again.

Still draped over the horse Mavis rubbed a soothing lotion into Benjamin's posterior and on his balls. His mother Blanch massaged his aching shoulders and neck. She said we can't have you stiff and sore for your dancing - now can we dear? He just sobbed the memory of the horse and the caning too fresh in his mind to argue with these women. Benjamin did not really want to dance for the women. It would not be just the four of them it would be a whole room full of women. Oh there would be men there too men like him wearing little party dresses or frilly short pant suits with ankle socks and Mary Janes. They would clap at his dancing and pretend to enjoy his humiliation knowing that their day would come.

A Happy Wife