The man i used to be

Well, that was an interesting sensation, he thought. It was then that he truly started to notice the size of his breasts. He could see his feet only with effort and a lean forward. They were always getting in the way. He opened the pantry door to get some bread and it hit his left breast, which caused him to loose his balance and stagger on his spiked heels. His calves were already in fatigue from the impossible angle of his foot and the shortening of the Achilles area.

When Jade came out and sat at the nook to watch him get breakfast ready, he turned to her and said, "I'm not sure I'm going to like this. I mean, the corset is nice and all, but these heels...Jesus! In fact I think I want to take them off. They're really hurting my legs."

She just looked at him and smiled, "You WILL get used to them. You'll see. I am NOT unlocking them. So fuck off and cook the breakfast."

Jesus! She sometimes called him her slave, and there was a lot of truth to that. He now did all the cooking, the dishes, the housecleaning, laundry and ironing, in fact every single domestic chore while she watched TV or read the newspaper. As he thought of this, he turned to her once again and said, "You know, sometimes I think you consider me your slave. This is a pretty one-side relationship. A little appreciation would be nice you know." He immediately realized how submissive and feminine that sounded.

Jade just looked at him and said flatly, without emotion, "You ARE my slave. I tell you what to do and you do it or you get punished. I control everything. I have the money, the house, the cars, everything. You have nothing. But if you don't like it you can always leave. I might allow you to take a few dresses and such, but you will have to leave with essentially nothing. Sorry to have to put it that way, but this is the way I like it and this is going to be the way it is unless you choose to leave. You're in way too deep now. You signed over your assets to our joint account which I promptly moved to my personal account. You have nothing except me. But you don't really have me, do you? I have you. I own you. Where's my coffee?"