This is the story of a husband’s slow, almost invisible transformation; from partner to slave, from lover to obedient pet.
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She doesn’t break him with cruelty. She manipulates him slowly, subtly, rewriting the rules one quiet command at a time.
By the time he notices what he’s become… it’s already too late.
This story explores chastity, emotional control, humiliation, and the slow, irreversible shift of power.
Start from Prologue/Chapter 1 to witness the unraveling not with a bang, but with a whisper.
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I woke in the puppy corner, my body still curled on the mat, the air stale and close. But it wasn't the stiffness in my joints that made me shift restlessly. It was the memories.
It started with that moment at the door. Mistress telling me to greet Meera, bare and masked, by kissing her heels and taking off her shoes like I was her doorman and pet rolled into one.
Then Meera noticing the way Mistress said "my room" when sending me to fetch something. Hearing Mistress tell her, almost casually, that I didn't belong there anymore. That I hadn't slept beside her in ages. And the worst part? Mistress was smiling when she said it.
She'd promised during interrogation that she'd make me suck her toes in front of Meera and she followed through. I still felt the heat in my face from kneeling at her feet, licking slowly, while Meera sat there and watched.
And then… the plug.
Mistress making me turn around and show it to Meera, my humiliation complete as she pressed that button and made it buzz inside me. Meera giggling in disbelief, clearly entertained, while my body betrayed me.
All of that would have been enough to leave me burning for days… but then came the envy.
Meera didn't look at me with pity. She didn't think Mistress had gone too far. She admired her. She envied her.
It was her voice. Meera's voice.
"God… I almost wish I had a slave like this. You're so lucky."
That was worse than any slap, worse than the gag, worse than being called "puppy" to my face.
Those words had replayed in my head for hours, looping over and over until they became almost unbearable.
I had dreamed, once, of her touching me. Laughing with me. Maybe even wanting me.
And last night, she had looked right at me masked, gagged, kneeling with my plug buzzing inside me and said she envied Mistress for owning me.
Not pity. Not disgust. Envy.
It shouldn't have made my clit throb in its cage.
It shouldn't have made my stomach twist with… want.
But it did.
Meera didn't see me as a man. She didn't even see me as human. She saw something to own. Something to play with.
I reached for the diary and began to write, every line another confession I wouldn't dare speak aloud. The words spilled clumsy and uneven how her smile lingered in my mind, how her casual giggle cut deeper than any slap, how I didn't know whether I feared her next visit or craved it.
When I closed the diary and set it by the wall, the plug buzzed inside me without warning.
I jolted, heat rising instantly in my chest. My summons.
I slid the mask over my face, its tight fabric erasing any trace of my expression and crawled the familiar path to Mistress's bedroom.
She was still half-asleep, one leg extended lazily from beneath the sheets.
I knelt, kissed her foot softly, then took her toes into my mouth, sucking slow and reverent.
Her breathing shifted, deepening but she didn't speak until she murmured,
"Coffee."
I kissed her foot one more time before crawling to the kitchen to prepare it exactly the way she liked.
The day passed in quiet chores. Polishing her shoes. Wiping down the kitchen counters. Scrubbing the floor beneath the radiator.
Mistress didn't say much, though a faint, knowing smirk played at her lips whenever our eyes met. Something was coming, I could feel it.
It wasn't until after dinner, when I'd finished washing the last plate, that she summoned me with a buzz from the plug.
I crawled in and stopped at her feet. She didn't speak right away, just let the silence sit, letting me feel the weight of her attention.
Then she nodded toward the corner of the room.
"Go have a look."
I turned my head and froze.
It was a cage.
Not some flimsy wire kennel. A solid, heavy structure of black bars, low and narrow, with a thin mat inside. Big enough to hold me curled on my side, barely.
My stomach tightened.
"This," Mistress said softly, "is your new home."
She smirked, leaning forward slightly in her chair.
"You've been sleeping on your mat in the puppy corner for a while now, haven't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She reached down and lifted my chin with one finger.
"And yet, it still looks… temporary. Like you could earn your way back."
Her smile sharpened.
"That illusion ends tonight."
I lowered my gaze instantly, heat rising under the mask.
"Real men sleep in a bed with their wives, puppy," she said calmly. "But you're not a man. You're my pet. And pets sleep in cages."
My clit pulsed helplessly inside the cage at her words.
She noticed. Of course she noticed.
"Ah," she murmured, amused. "Even now, when I'm locking you away, you're getting hard."
She stood by the door of the cage for a moment, looking down at me with that faint, knowing smile.
"Funny thing… Meera says she envies me for having such an obedient slave."
My stomach twisted at the thought.
"I told her," Mistress went on casually, "that sometimes I envy her too. She's always got men, real men chasing her."
She crouched slightly so her eyes met mine through the bars.
"The kind who'd never be caught kneeling in a cage."
She stood again, tapped the bars once and said simply:
"Inside, puppy."
I crawled forward and squeezed into the cage. The bars felt cold against my skin as she closed the door and clicked the lock.
"Perfect," she said softly. "Exactly where you belong."
Mistress rested her hand lightly on the top of the cage.
"It's on a timer," she said almost casually. "It'll unlock at six every morning. That gives you plenty of time to write in your diary before crawling to me at seven for your morning duties."
Her smile deepened.
"Until then, you'll stay right here. No freedom."
Then, she took out her phone, crouching slightly in front of the cage..
"Hold still, puppy… I want a good angle."
The click of the camera made my stomach drop.
She glanced at the screen, smirked, then tapped a few times.
"There… sent to Meera."
I looked down instantly, heat rushing to my face under the mask.
Mistress's phone was already ringing.
"Hi, Meera," she said casually, as if calling an old friend. "Check your messages."
A pause. Then I heard Meera's voice faintly through the speaker, a quick laugh, then something I couldn't make out.
Mistress chuckled.
"I know, right? He's all tucked away now. Just like he should be."
Another pause. Another giggle from Meera.
She glanced at me through the bars.
"Oh, he can hear every word, Meera. I wanted him to."
Their laughter mingled in the air, warm and casual, as if I were nothing more than a shared joke.
Mistress's voice softened into a purr.
"…Why don't you come tomorrow for dinner together?"
A pause then her smile sharpened.
"We can make some… interesting plans."
She ended the call without another word and slipped the phone into her pocket.
"Sleep well, puppy," she said lightly, turning away.
Then she turned away, leaving me in the dark confines of my new home.
Earlier, even when I slept in my corner, I still had… access.
If I needed to move, to get a drink, to use the bathroom, I could.
Not anymore.
Now I couldn't leave. Couldn't even switch on the lights by myself. I was truly caged.
And Mistress's words kept circling in my head how she envied Meera for having men. Real men, chasing her.
And now… making "interesting plans" for tomorrow.
It filled my mind. Twisted in my chest.
And my clit twisted helplessly in its own cage.
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