Please Don't Leave, I'll be Your Slave

Every year millions of middle aged couples get a divorce. I think mainly it's because they simply grow apart and the "Great Love" they had in their youth has faded. I know that's what happened in our marriage. I don't blame anyone it just happens. Maybe I just wanted more out of life than I was gettingfrom Phil.
It took maybe ten years before Phil came out of the "closet" and confessed his fantasy surrounding female domination. So it is that we began playing female domination games, including punishment spanking and whipping, domestic service and later male chastity. I bought a CD 2000 when it first came out, but we now use a CD6000S However, with kids in the house those games and sessions were few and far between. At first this fem dom thing was troubling but I quickly grew into it. I became a student of Elise Sutton and claimed her philosphy.
Unfortunately the love I had for Phil seemed to be waning. I was determined that when our last ***** left the house that I was going to make a move. Finally Sheila left home and moved across country where she was offered a great job.
The day after we packed her off, I sat down with Phil and told him that I wanted a divorce. Phil was devastated. He started crying begging me to change my mind. I told him that I had been considering this for a long time and that I needed my freedom. This situation went on for days, I even had the divorce papers ready
To my surprise Phil made his last plea. "If you stay with me, I agree to be your total slave."
This struck a nerve. "Phil are you serious?" Honey I'll be your total slave." he again offered. "Just don't leave me.
I spend all evening thinking about the possiblity. This could really turn into something. Finally I decided to put Phil to the test.
I told Phil if he was really serious about being my slave, that he was to go down to the basement, lay out the whips, strip naked and wait for me. (I told you that we had played fem dom games for years.) When I got to the basement, I secured his hands overhead. Let me tell you, I whip the **** out of him. No kids in the house and I let loose. For 30 minutes I flogged and strapped him. He cried and begged for mercy. I gave none.
When I released him. He was still sobbing, when I took him upstairs. "Phil you claim you want to be my slave, well you just experienced exactly what you can expect every time you displease me. Every time. Are you sure you want to be my slave?" It was funny, even though I whipped the hell out of him, his little penis was standing firm and tall. When I saw that, I knew I had him. Long story short he continued to beg for me not to leave him,

Understand I knew all about this female supremacy game and I was going to play it to the hilt. First thing was
the financial aspect. If I were to divorce him, it was originally my intention to try to take everything. Things now became easy. I had my lawyer draw up all the paperwork turning over all assets to me. I even arranged for Phil's retirement be transfered to my personal banking account.
We drew up an agreement that he would give me my freedom and that I was allowed to arrange my personal life with no regard to his wishes. That included "Dating" He would obey all orders and accept discipline for misconduct. If he failed to obey me, I had the option of divorcing him if he failed fulfilling his part of the bargain. I don't know if a judge would recognize this notarized document, but it would be a great court case.
Imagine Phil's surprise when we got back from the lawyer's office with his signature on all the documents.
When we got to the bedroom all his clothes had been moved downstairs. "Phil" I told him. "I do not ***** with slaves. Your new quarters are downstairs. I informed him "Phil on paper I am your wife, but from this point forward you will refer to me as Mistress. In my eyes you are not my husband, you are my slave. Do not confuse your new place in this household.
On that day my life changed forever. From that day on I never referred to Phill as honey or darling. Phil was my slave and I intended to make this arrangement work to my advantage. Yes I kept his cock locked in the CD6000 and only allowed him a supervised orgasm once a month. He never fucks me, though I use his tongue on my pussy 3 or 4 times a week. He may have a small penis, but he knows how to eat pussy.
On February 14, imagine Phil's surprise when a large bunch of flowers was delivered to our house. The card read "All my Love" Anthony. It was on that day the Phil first discovered that he was not only a slave, but he was now a cuckold.
Phil has become a very competent slave. I love having him help me in my bath as I prepare for my date. His little dick gets so hard locked in his cage. He does all housework even the cooking. I try always to maintain that slave/mistress relationship. After accepting the fact that he is now a cuckold, he is always respectful to my dates, answers yes sir and no sir to them. When I have boyfriends over, Phil serves them respectfully.
He always has the bed turned down, clean sheets, proper lighting for us. Phil rarely is allowed to watch us, but when I ring the little bell that I have setting on the lamp table, Phil knows it is time to come in and clean me up.
I must say I am rather proud of myself. I have a freedom that I have never known. Financial security, several boyfriends, and a slave that waits on me daily. Some would say I'm a scheming bitch, exploiting my husband through *********** and blackmail. They would be right. Do I feel quilty for this. HELL NO!
Besides, Phil seems to enjoy his slave status. That cock cage keeps him excited all the time.

I'm sure glad I didn't divorce him,