The Betrothal
Chapter I
Almost all people have their own particular strengths and weaknesses, a few faults compensated for by areas in which they exceed the average. John, however, seemed to be one of those rare young men gifted in almost every area of life- handsome, athletic with blonde hair and a winning smile. He was charming, open hearted and known for his kindness to all. He was also very intelligent, scoring highly on tests, with everyone who knew him expecting that in later life he would become a crusading politician, writer, or high profile journalist. What almost no-one could have predicted is that by the age of nineteen he would be sleeping naked in a cage, eating his meals out of a bowl on the floor, his penis locked up in chastity device and a brand of ownership burned forever onto his left flank.
The truth is that, though he was not aware of it, this life had in fact been prepared for John since his very birth. Soon after his parents had met his mother had read a book that changed her life: 'The Truth of Female Supremacy' by Madame X. This book not only convinced her of the simple fact that woman are morally and intellectually superior to men but also provided a programme for women to take control for their own good and for that of society. Within months she had her husband trained to accept his place. There was some struggling at first but by the time John was growing up his mother took every decision. His father cooked, cleaned and ironed as well as doing the housework and was devoted to his superior dominant wife. In fact it was one of the happiest and most loving households that could be imagined. What John, of course, did not see was that his father was helped to be a good and submissive male by being sternly punished whenever he failed to live up to his wife's standards. It was not until his eighteenth birthday that he would begin his own journey and begin to understand that true contentment for a male exists in submitting to and serving a woman.
Though, for obvious reasons, it never received mainstream media attention Madame X's book had became hugely influential. Groups of women even formed reading circles based around discussing the ideas in the book and how to implement them in their own lives and in the country at large. It was at one of these meetings that John's mother had met Susan Castille. Susan was herself a writer- of fiction though- who had achieved great success, even having two of her novels turned into films. She was a woman of great intelligence and she and John's mother became close friends. John's mother had always raised him to look up to women and to be dutiful and obedient but her gratitude for Susan's warm friendship led to her taking a further decisions. Because of this, one lunchtime over coffee she decided to offer her a gift:
'Susan, we were talking the other day how hard it is to find men who genuinely respect their place and want to live for their partner.'
'God, yes. It's a nightmare they almost always turn out to just to be wanting their own fantasy- and once you narrow it down to the genuine ones, there's so few to choose from that half the time they're to dumb to have a conversation with or too ugly to be attracted to'
John's mother sighed, it was very true:
'Susan, what if I could could offer you a slave husband who I know for a fact is morally upstanding, intelligent, a good conversationalist, loving, good looking and best of all totally understands that women are the superior gender and lives to serve a dominant lady.'
Susan could hardly believe it:
'Where on earth could I find one like that.'
'Well you know my son John? he turns eighteen in two weeks time and I think it would be a good idea to have him in service as soon as possible. I know you might think it's strange offering my son to you as a husband like this. But I love him as a son and you as a friend- I want the best for both of you- and I can't think of any better Mistress for him or any better boy for you.'
Susan Castille took a sip of coffee, stood up and hugged her friend. This was a wonderful gift to pass on this magnificent boy to be hers forever. There was certainly an age-gap: Susan was in her late 30s. But Madame X's book recommended that women take younger males to be their property. It meant that superior wisdom and experience would allow them to guide their boys- it also meant that they would be able to enjoy the body and libido of a young man- which is certainly the right of a dominant woman.
The day of John's eighteenth birthday his mother told him to dress smartly in freshly ironed chinos and his smartest shirt which was red and orange with a stylish cut. He was then told to get in the car as they were going to Susan's. John was surprised that his mother wasn't coming into the house herself but he didn't ask why. She kissed him and waved goodbye- she knew she would not see him again until his wedding day. John walked up the gravel path cheerfully, looking forward to seeing his mother's friend again as he loved to learn from intelligent people possibly more than anything else. He was surprised again to see a notice on the door which read 'Come in John.' in beautiful calligraphy. The lights were dim as he walked through the hall to the living room, opened the door timidly trying not to make too much noise. There was Susan Castille dressed formally in black and, to his surprise, holding a heavy leather strap.
'Kneel.' The word was not said with unkindness but with the customary self-assurance of a woman used to command. John obeyed. Susan put down the belt on a small table and walked right up to her young visitor, standing directly in front of him. 'You may stand now.' She was so close that he couldn't help his body brushing against hers as he stood. It was embarrassing and he started to turn red, desperately trying to think of something to say while Susan simply looked at him- a strange look full of amusement and hunger, affection and a touch of cruelty.
Finally she spoke:
'John, you must know what a wonderful, delightful, handsome boy you are...'
He wanted to say something in return, to express the huge admiration which he himself felt for Susan. But somehow he couldn't speak.
'Recently a decision has been made that will completely change the course of you life. It is not a decision you have any say in, nor should you, but I promise you it is one which will give you happiness... John, tomorrow I will marry you.'
John turned even redder, there was no way he could talk now. And furthermore he was extremely conscious of a growing erection which his mother's friend would certainly feel.
Susan carried on:
'This will however not be like a normal marriage. You will be my slave. From now on you belong to me. I take every decision regarding your life. You can tell me how you feel and what you want but ultimately you will accept what you are told.'
Susan reached out and clasped John's wrists, holding them by his side. Then she reached in and kissed the boy. At first he was stiff, but very quickly he returned the kiss, not merely returned it but did so with passion. It was then that Susan knew that he loved her and that she loved him- already she could see a long happy life charted out in front of her with her devoted boy there with her.
'Good boy.' She said softly pulling away. Now, make me happy John and show me what is mine... take your clothes off.' John was still to full of emotion to be able to say anything and simply did what he was told, though he did so shyly and hesitantly. Susan watched appreciatively as the superb athletic body was undraped. With that look of almost cruel amusement she asked 'you are a virgin aren't you John?' The fact that he was now bare-chested with his pants around his ankles only contributed to John's painful embarrassment. 'Y-yes' he managed to stammer very quietly looking at the ground. 'Don't be so anxious my darling. I won't take that cherry from you yet- I am a traditionalist in some ways and will leave that pleasure for our wedding night.' John couldn't even bring himself to look up. 'Carry on dear one, you are not allowed to be shy anymore. That body is now mine and mine alone and it is up to me whether it will be clothed or unclothed.'
John was now fully naked, the dim lighting made for the play of shadow across his physique, making him appear almost like a sculpture- but one which was warm and alive and moved with each breath and nervous shifting of position. Susan did not try to hide her admiration at the good size of John's penis which was of course standing straight up in the air much to the embarrassment of the young man. 'Nice' she said simply. 'Now turn around slowly for me.' He did so meekly and she drank in the beauty of his form. 'Now, walk over to the sofa and bend over the arm.' He did so, though now he was becoming fearful as well as terribly embarrassed. He could hear Susan picking up the strap and walking up behind him. 'Punishment will be part of your life from now on John. I won't lie and claim I don't enjoy it... I take great pleasure in it. But it is also for your own good- it will help establish my authority over you in your own mind and it always serves as a good motivator for males.' She reached out and touched her boy again her hand stroking his neck and then gently passing down his back to his buttocks in a movement which was both reassuring and possessive at the same time.
'Do you love me?' she asked. He didn't even think to say it but already the words were in the air 'I love you!' He realised how true it was, how completely he wanted, needed to give himself up totally to this woman who seemed so wise, so powerful... to do anything, be anything that gave her happiness. 'I love you!' he said again and might have said more but she put her hand softly over his mouth. 'Hush darling... you have already said it all... I love you too and it's only because we love each other that I'm making you my bitch, my victim. Do you understand?' He nodded. Words were unnecessary now. 'Then suffer for me my little boy, suffer out of love.' The strap cracked across his buttocks hard, making him cry out. The pain was like a flash of lightning inflicted upon him by his owner. He knew then... just knew that he couldn't take another one like that.
But he did.
Crack after crack rained down on the poor boy. Susan would sometimes stroke his hair in between blows but she gave him no mercy. She loved the fearful tensing of his muscles before each blow was inflicted. The crying in agony afterwards. The pain inflicted by his Mistress took John beyond what he had though was possible. He no longer had a will of his own. If Susan wished to beat him he must simply accept it no matter how unbearable it was. Aeons passed as she marked the boy's ass as her personal property. Ultimately, she relented and stood back looking proudly at her slave who cried and sobbed yet never once asked her to stop. He knew that she wished to beat him, who was he then to try and question her will?
'You have done so well John.' She held him close to her, rocking him back and forth, soothing him. 'But you have one more duty before I lock you away for the night.' He looked up at her, fearful but totally submissive. 'Don't worry, this is something that will delight you- beating you has made me more sexually aroused than have ever been in my life... kneel in front of me as I sit on the sofa.' John did so and looked up in almost religious awe as Susan pulled off the formal dress she was wearing. 'Look down at the ground boy' she said firmly but lovingly. All John could see was her feet... his pulse began to race as her underwear collapsed to her ankles. 'Take them off my John- you will be my husband remember?' He did so, touching reverently the material that had been against his owner's skin. 'Kiss my feet.' He began to worship them humbly. 'Now work your way up the inside of my legs... mmm... now my thighs... now boy what do you see?' He looked up and saw it, his Mistress' beautiful, wonderful vagina, its scent already intoxicating him. Suddenly a roughness came into her voice. 'Now get in there.' And with each hand grabbing a clump of his hair, she thrust him to her. Clamping him between her thighs she ordered 'Pleasure me.' He seemed to know as if by instinct what to do, how and where to lick, how to suck, how to be delicate and how to be eat her with gusto. And most of all he was enthusiastic. His Mistress' pussy was the centre of the world. This was his place. This was his purpose, giving her pleasure. Susan gasped. She knew it would be good but never this good she ground his face into her as her juices ran down his face. They were moving now as one entity. Mistress and slave. Woman and Man. Moving symbiotically with one goal: Her divine pleasure. Soon she came, shuddering out her orgasm on the boy's face, his tongue deep inside her, moving in her to please her. He sat back down exhausted and with deep contentment looked at what she owned- beaten hard, with a face covered with her juice. He was hers, her future husband, her boy, her slave
