{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"ce6147ca-5ace-40a2-b219-26e27c752435","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-03-12T18:19:57.507Z","title":"A Thousand and One Submissives","slug":"a-thousand-and-one-submissives","shortId":"rGjyejUW","authorNote":"This is a collection of 5 minutes short stories I enjoy writing in the fascinating world of sadomasochism.","disclaimer":"This content is intended for an adult audience. It includes elements that might shock or disturb some readers, such as: Extreme violence - Bondage and torture scenes - Rape fantasy - Humiliation and degradation - Non-consensual sexual acts within a fictional context Please note that this narrative is purely fictional and serves to entertain and explore fantasies. It does not in any way glorify or encourage such acts in real life. All content described here is for literary fiction and should not be interpreted as endorsing or promoting violent or non-consensual behavior.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Countless paths drag these women to submission. Stories that cut their way to obedience—short-lived, but no turning back.","partCount":4,"parts":[{"partId":"f1adf292-5b50-48b1-83ef-b2c8bd836125","title":"The Perfect Wife","summary":"Let me tell you the secret of a successful married life: contrary to popular belief, it's not based ","wordCount":1170,"readTime":6,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"a27bd2ef-8c67-45bd-8a90-39bb823738d1","title":"Alexa’s Naughty Tutoring","summary":"Alexa barged into our video store late at night, right as I was telling my brother we were closing i","wordCount":901,"readTime":5,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"3aa67de1-2142-4640-83d9-e4b8ff4c5fe9","title":"A Dirty Mommy","summary":"A tip: Always lock your computer with a password, especially if you leave it lying around. I got my ","wordCount":927,"readTime":5,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"865ac2ec-7f41-411a-9da6-abfcd4d2ec38","title":"The Miko of Yumemijima","summary":"In Japan, the island of Yumemijima is renowned for its fertility temple, a pagan sanctuary perched a","wordCount":1023,"readTime":5,"number":4,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"The Perfect Wife","content":"

Let me tell you the secret of a successful married life: contrary to popular belief, it's not based on love or mutual understanding, but on strict, unbreakable discipline. The husband’s the raw strength, a mountain holding up his family—a top dog who sets the rules and takes no shit. Every mistake, every slip, gets a fast, harsh punishment carved into her flesh and mind to stop any fuck-up from happening again. The husband decides what’s right or wrong, good or bad—he knows, and his word’s final.

One night, we’re eating at friends’ place, and my wife Élise has drunk too much, starts mocking me in front of them, laughing like a bitch about what she dared call my stiffness. I slap on a big grin, play the happy couple game, but inside, I’m boiling with hate—how dare she? Can’t fix her right there without wrecking our perfect couple look, so I swallow it and wait till we’re home. Then, I’ll take my sweet time teaching her properly.

No music, no radio—the car ride back’s in the sound of silence, like the calm preparing a storm. I’m already planning my payback lesson. Words and moves float in my head, messy, and I line them up cold and careful to sharpen the blade that’ll drop on my bitch of a wife.

At the door, I press up behind her, her hot curves tight against me. My hand grabs her throat, yanks her to my shoulder. In a rough growl, I hiss in her ear: “Your tongue slipped tonight, little girl. Strip and get on your knees by the basement mirror.” She stiffens right away, breath choppy. “No… No, my love, please!” Élise whines, eyes wet. With a quick snap, I spin her, slam her against the door, my eyes locked on hers, hand squeezing her throat. “You do what I say and shut it. Got it?” I growl, face an inch from hers. Done fighting, she nods slow.

I head upstairs to lock Vanessa and Thibault’s room—no way my kids barge in while I fix their mom. Latches set, I go down to the basement. Élise’s there, knees straight, ass on her heels. Naked, shaking from the cold, she stares at the floor, hands up behind her neck, waiting for her punishment.

I step toward her, belt sliding off my pants with a metal clank. Standing right behind, I stare at her in the mirror, hand gripping both ends of the belt. “You know why I gotta punish you?” I ask, calm. “Answer…” I growl. “Because… Because I laughed at your… strict side,” she stammers, “but I get it, please, I won’t do it again!” she begs, tears streaming. “You humiliated me!” I snap, pointing the finger. “Was gonna give you 20 belt hits, but since you figured it out, 10’ll stick it in your head…”

“You cool with that, or you think it’s unfair?” I ask, voice steady. She’s gotta see her punishment’s earned.

“Yeah, my love, you know what’s good for me,” she whispers.

“Good. Count for me,” I order. I shift left and smack the belt on my palm—a sharp taste of what Élise is about to get.

First hit whips her ass with a loud crack.

“Mhhhmmm… One!” she yells, groaning from the pain.

Second hit cuts the air, slams her foot hard.

“Aïe!!! Mhhhmmm… Two!” The hit makes her scream, arch her body, and her smacked foot drops to the floor, squatting her down.

“Get back on your knees! Don’t move. We start at one!” I growl.

Élise gets back in place, then the belt whistles, tearing into her other foot.

“Aïe, Aïe!!! Twoooo!” She holds on, barely—body shaking from the blow, head jerking side to side to shake off the pain.

No waiting, I hit her ass again.

“Mhhhm… Three! Mhhmmm…” On instinct, she puts a hand to rub the burning spot.

Mistake. The belt sings and cracks her fingers.

“Aïe!!! No, stop! Please, it hurts too much. Huuuuu!” She begs through the mirror, sobbing hard.

“How many?” I ask, voice calm. “Answer, I’ll let it slide this time.”

She grabs her shot and blurts fast: “F-Four!” Right answer…

After pounding her ass, I work up slow till I hit under her shoulder blades. There, I smash her with all I’ve got, my lightning-fast hits ripping her skin. Every scream torn out twists her body in pain, shakes her with spasms—her face wrecked, makeup trashed by tears and snot. No one but me can hear her, ‘cause the room’s an old music studio with thick soundproof walls. At the tenth official hit, her body’s striped with red marks, bruises popping up all over. Happy with my work, I unlock a big chest in the corner holding the tools for her next punishment.

I had a jail suit forged for Élise. All metal, 34 kilos, slips on like a robe. Once on, an iron mask covers her face, just a tiny hole at the mouth to breathe. Two rings at her tits tighten to trap them. Her arms, bent back like she’s praying, lock into slots. The bottom’s a chastity belt through her crotch—open at the pussy, with a dildo for her ass. Locked with a padlock, she’s set. I hook a chain to the neck loop and drag her to her punishment cell.

Her next penance: silent lockdown. Same floor, a bare 1-by-3-meter room waits to clean her sin. I haul her in, chain her to a wall hook—more for show than need. She’ll do 24 hours, no water, no food, to think hard about her behavior. There’s a litter box to piss in. Even blind behind the mask, she knows this room cold—it’s had her plenty of times before.

“Please, don’t leave me here… I’m so cold… I learned my lesson! I swear I won’t do it again!” she begs, desperate.

“You love me, sweetheart?” I throw at her.

“Yes, my love, I love you… I love you so much, don’t leave me here!”

“I love you too, and that’s why you’re staying—to never fuck up again and mess with our family,” I cut back.

She collapses against the wall, metal grinding, and sits on the floor, giving up.

“Good girl, my sweet. I’ll come get you tomorrow, same time. I love you.”

I leave the room, lock the door with the heavy padlock—a sharp “Click.” Light-headed, I head to our bedroom for a well-earned rest.

Next morning, I eat breakfast with the kids, all laughs. These little brats jump me with all kinds of questions, asking where their sweet mom is. I don’t lie, so I tell them straight: she was a bad girl and has to take her punishment. They ask why I don’t punish them for their screw-ups, and I say when you’re grown, you own your shit. We crack up when they say they don’t wanna grow up—smart kids. People who think love’s enough to run a family are dead wrong; a perfect wife, a perfect family—you shape that shit.

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