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Use The Force

Even in the most secure relationships where effective communication between partners seems to come easily, it can be incredibly hard for a person to tell their partner, the one they trust and trusts them the most, their deepest desires and sexual fantasies. Why? Fear of rejection of course.

You love that person and want to be with them forever. Nothing would hurt you more than them leaving you and the last thing you want is for them to think you are a freak or sexual deviant, and leaving you because of it. The fact that it’s taboo makes it exciting, but it’s risky. For some, the risk is too great, and they keep these desires a secret from their partners forever.

Even if you finally become brave enough to confess these fantasies and kinks to your significant other, and they say they are fine with it, are they really? Are they just tolerating it or do they truly accept it? It can feel kind of selfish to ask your partner to engage in these fantasies, if you don’t know for sure that it’s also their thing. You will worry that they may eventually grow tired of having to indulge in your kinks and feel like nothing more then a fetish dispenser, something you can read people complaining about on online forums all the time.

So if your submissive partner bravely tells you their fantasies and you actually want to make them happy by sharing and indulging in them, what’s the best way to set their mind at ease and show that not only do you accept the fetish, but actively enjoy it yourself?

Use the force. Tell them that not only are you going to allow them to do it, you are going to make them do it! Forcing your submissive partner to do it will prove to them that their kink is indeed your kink too and will allow them to stop worrying about potential rejection and start truly enjoying the experience.   It will be much more exciting and intimate because you are actively taking a role in it, not just remaining passive and letting them indulge in their kink alone. No matter what kinky thing they are into, they will enjoy it twice as much if you force them to do it. You don’t have to force it all the time, but you should occasionally to spice things up and show a higher level of acceptance for what they like. Some things are tame, others are quite kinky, but all are more fun and exciting when you use the force.

Forced Kissing

What’s better than kissing your subby hubby? Grabbing him forcefully and pushing him up against the wall, taking his mouth with yours. Don’t forget to keep your hands busy fondling, feeling them up and pinching those sensitive nipples. if he doesn’t surrender completely, a gentle slap across the face will remind him who’s in charge.

Forced Cornertime

Whether for punishment or control, cornertime is great. You can just order him into the corner and I do it that way for punishment, withholding any extra attention from him. But when I do it for control, I will lead him into the corner by the hand, kiss him passionately, and gently force him nose first into the corner and handcuff his wrists behind him. It’s much more memorable, fun, and intimate for both of us this way.

Forced Bondage

My husband has always had a penchant for bondage and feels loved and wanted when restrained. I want him to feel really loved and wanted so I will stalk him around the house and when he least expects it, will show up with restraints in hand and demand his instant surrender. We have a rule that he is forbidden to ever refuse my restraints. If I want him gagged he will be gagged. I love locking his hands in fistmitts. It is so frustrating for him and makes him quite helpless.

Forced Confinement

Being locked in his cage is so much more sexy and enjoyable for both of us when I lead him into the room, remove all of his clothing myself, make him get down on all fours and using my hand on his forehead, push him backwards into his cage. I usually bend down and kiss his forehead before closing the door and locking it. There is something so satisfying  about locking him in his cage knowing that he is so completely under my control. I love how helpless it makes him. He cannot meet any of his most basic needs, like food, water, or go to the bathroom. As soon as the door is locked, I make him put on a diaper, as I have a policy of never unlocking him for bathroom breaks.

Forced Chastity

Ask any male who’s into chastity, and they will tell you it’s much more exciting when your wife or girlfriend actively locks his penis up herself instead of just ordering him to do it himself. I take it a step further by helplessly restraining him any time the chastity cage comes off, and never giving him any chance to touch his own bare penis. Some women allow supervised masturbation, but not me. I am, and will forever be, the source of any sexual pleasure that he is allowed to have.

Forced Oral

He really enjoys giving you pleasure in this way but it will be so much better for him if you forcefully make him do it. Don’t be afraid of a little hair pulling. It shows enthusiasm and will encourage him to put in more effort. Even if he is doing a great job, give him a little slap across the face and demand even more from him. When orgasm is near, feel free to take over and just grind yourself into his face. My husband loves it.

Forced Crossdressing

I once read online that any time you put pantyhose on a male, he will get an erection. I tried it on my husband and indeed, he was as hard as I’ve ever seen him. I was never interested in men who crossdress as it wasn’t my thing at all but seeing him so sexually aroused by it got me going too and now I enjoy dressing him up. It is a guilty pleasure for him, but with me making him do it, it makes it okay for him as he can justify it in his mind that he is doing it for me.

I have bought several satin bonnets and headscarves online in lovely pastel colors that he wears around the house and at bedtime.

It has been over 4 years now since he went a full day without his toenails painted, and I have a strict rule with harsh penalties for removing nailpolish from himself.

If he wears jeans, he has to wear pantyhose underneath, as I don’t allow rough textures like demin to touch his bare skin.

I bought him satin panties online, a set of seven pairs with the day of the week embroidered on, and punish him if he doesn’t wear them or wears the wrong pair on the wrong day of the week.

I have been high heel training him for years, starting with 2 inch heels and graduating him up an inch every year. He just recently started wearing 5 inch heels.

In the future, I want to buy him a corset and start waist training him.

Forced to Wear Buttplug

When he least expects it I come at him with a plug already prelubed, bend him over and insert it. It stays in until I remove it myself.

Forced Hair Removal

I shave my husband once a week. I restrain him standing, and taking my time, I take all his hair away from him. I prefer him completely hairless so I force him to be hairless. Much prettier now that I force him to wear women’s underwear and accessories.

Force Feeding Him Healthy Food

He doesn’t like vegetables very much so to ensure he stays healthy and eats enough, I make him eat them for a whole meal once a week. I cut them up in bite sized chunks, and make him eat them off of a plate on the floor without using his hands, like a dog. I stand over him with my riding crop ready in case he needs encouragement to eat every last bite and lick the plate clean afterwards.

Forced Bottle Feeding

My husbands doctor told him that he wasn’t drinking enough water each day, so I fill baby bottles full of water and schedule him to suckle them twice a day. He will be punished for missing his bottle time. I make him hold the bottle with both hands until it is empty. It’s humiliating and fun for him.

Forced Petplay

When ever I say ‘puppyluv’, he has to get down on all fours and remain silent, or he will be punished. I sometimes keep him like this for a few hours and he has to follow me around the house, always trying to keep me in sight.

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In one memorable scene, we witness Ann demonstrate the effectiveness of a firm grip around David’s balls to keep him from squirming. This technique, simple yet highly effective, quickly became a favorite among the Twelvers community, who adopted it as a go-to method for controlling their subs during more intense spankings. The sudden pressure instantly commands focus and stillness, ensuring that the boy remains obedient and compliant throughout. It’s another perfect example of how the book continues to inspire creative and powerful approaches to domination.

The Enchantress: A Most Cruel Baron (part 1)

The cruel mistress had forced the hero into the form fitting, double sealed cocoon. She smirked down at his struggling form. She turned to the enchantress, who was leaning in the corner shaking her head.

Baroness: He came at my house, with the notion that he would defeat me and free my slaves… So I’ve made him into one instead. Will you be interfering?

Enchantress: If he were foolish enough to be defeated by you he deserves it. I won’t interrupt your game.

The baroness smirked and looked down at the cocooned hero.

Baroness: You weren’t as powerful as the rumors made you out to be, heroic little boy. I was able to overpower you with just a zap of my lightning baton… It’s such a mighty baton, isn’t it?

Giggling, she bent down to feel the hero’s crotch. He squirmed. She had sealed him nude, an impression of his erection outlined against the rubber. She smirked and placed her baton, powered off mercifully, alongside his cock. It had a solid two inches over the hero’s “baton.”

Baroness: My my, unimpressive in other ways. I believe mine is far worthier of the tile “hero” than yours. Aren’t heroes supposed to wield mighty weapons, hero?

As she said this the enchantress shook her head and walked toward the two. She nudged the baroness to the side and whispered in the hero’s ear.

Enchantress: Hello, dear. Just letting you know that I am here as well.. I’ll be protecting you from anything too dangerous… Does that relieve you? Or are you even more terrified than before…

The hero’s squirming and struggling immediately heightened… His erection immediately grew, stretching its rubber trappings. The baroness’s eyes widened as it grew to nine… almost ten inches, surpassing the length of the baton by half an inch.

The enchantress smirked at the baroness, who pouted.

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The baroness forced the bound hero’s body to the ceiling, bound with a chain holding his ankles, his knees, and one against his shoulders. He hung two meters in the air, his back curved back so that his crotch was dangling a foot below the mistress’s head.

She felt the rubber bound crotch with her hands, gently at first. Then she pressed the hard end of her whip against the outline of his cock to let him know her sadistic plan.

Baroness: Real leather. The knob at the end isn’t metal, just some bunched up wool. Your body is covered with relatively thick rubber, which will shield you only a bit. Make no mistake, it’ll still hurt more than you could possibly imagine.

She looked back at the enchantress.

Baroness: … You really won’t object to this? I’m going to be destroying your boyfriend’s precious cock.

Enchantress: Do your worst.

Baroness: It’ll be slow… I’ll make him suffer for a long time… I once captured a robber and whipped him for a whole day. Even hunger and thirst couldn’t stop me.

Enchantress: Your sadism knows no bounds, Baroness. Impressive. Nevertheless, feel free.

Baroness: Truly, you are a most awful lover.

Enchantress: You simply don’t understand him as I do.

The baroness uncoiled her whip. It was thin, like thread.

Baroness: You underestimate my whipping arm, enchantress.

She swung her whip at the hero’s crotch. It struck him with a crack.

Disappointingly, the hero gave a low muffled wince. Not the shrill scream of pain the baroness expected.

Enchantress: Hmph. Even if he weren’t shielded in tight rubber the hero would barely feel such a weak blow.

Incensed by these words the cruel baroness swung harder with each subsequent whip. She expertly hit her target each time, the hero’s poor tortured genitals. Even simply watching would make anyone who was born with a pair of balls themselves beg for mercy on the hero’s behalf.

Except for the lack of cries or evidence of pain. In fact, the hero was instead moaning, and whimpering. He begged for her to stop and for mercy, yes… But not from pain.

Baroness: My God… he’s about to cum… Is he a masochist.

Enchantress: As I said before, your weak little whip is nothing against his bulwark of defense. His pain tolerance is inhuman, beyond even the level of some of the mightiest ogres. All you’re doing is bullying his poor cock… Essentially, you’ve just been jerking him off. Well, not that I’d stop you even if you could hurt him.

The enchantress glanced at the hero, frowning. Her precious hero had many weaknesses. But he had none at all against pain. She had never uncovered the mystery of why…

Baroness: Absurd!

She gave one final lash at the hero’s cock.

The rubber split open. His long, erect cock slid through the slit. It was trembling…

Baroness: Oh my!

The baroness flinched, covering her face as though expecting him to cum right onto her body… When it became clear he wasn’t going to… not yet… she took a closer look…

Baroness: O-oh…

She looked at it with some reluctant admiration… She had spent the last few minutes attacking it, and yet it was not bruised or cut. It was simply red from the pressure of being sealed up for so long, huge from arousal, and shivering on the edge of eruption from the erotic abuse…

The words “strength” and “beautiful” being associated with a penis is laughable. Ridiculous. And yet those bizarre and childish thoughts appeared in the baroness’s head…

Despite herself she wanted to touch it, even if it made him cum all over her. She would risk it…

She felt the cock’s skin with her finger tips, stroking it. The hero’s muffled screams grew louder. It felt hard, nicely warm… Being a cruel, despicable human being, each time before that the baroness had felt the penises of her playthings they were whipped and pathetic little things that she had abused. She would masturbate to her sex toys’ destruction and her dominance and victories over them, never actually allowing them to orgasm…

She gave the hero’s cock three soft tugs. The hero screamed in ecstasy and the baroness knew it was coming. She was braced for it, however unpleasant it might be. In fact, some dark secret part of her soul wanted it. She wanted to see if there was pleasure in making a man cum…

Enchantress: Whoopsie!

With a snap of the fingers the hero’s cock was sealed up back into the rubber suit, which repaired itself. The hero’s hips bucked against the rubber bindings and he screamed and moaned. To the baroness’s great dismay, she realized he was orgasming inside the suit. She could only see his orgasm through the opaque, tight rubber outlining his shapely cock. It twitched and twitched for a solid twenty seconds! And it grew smaller and smaller.

She watched it with wonder. What was this feeling, knowing she had made him cum? She had always seen allowing a slave an orgasm as making a concession, giving mercy. But this didn’t feel like that at all. She felt a warm tingling in her loins that she couldn’t explain…

Enchantress: That was close, baroness. You nearly got your slave’s nasty gunk all over you. Luckily I was here.

The baroness looked at the enchantress. She was looking down at her, smirking. Whatever the baroness was feeling right now, the enchantress obviously knew.

Humiliated the baroness stormed away to stew in her thoughts in another room.

The enchantress smiled up at the bound hero.

Enchantress: Quite a predicament you’ve fallen into. I wonder how or if you’ll ever escape this one… 

She chuckled to herself as she reached up and began squeezing the poor hero’s post-orgasm, tender and sensitive rubber bulge…