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King Karla proceeded to kick her feet up in her parents’ reclining love seat, and greet her older sister Donna.
“Where’s Nathan at ?” Donna asked..
“Oh, he’s still outside fooling around, getting my purse and carting all my other stuff in..”, Karla replied. “And he better get his little behind in here soon.. I’m hungry.”
“Yeah.. true that”, chuckled Donna. “Is he gonna order food for ya ?”
“Nuh.. but I’m gonna have him cook us something tonight” Karla replied matter of factly, as she reclined regally in the comfy, propped-up mini couch.
The front door slowly creaks open as Nathan struggles to enter, looking like a distressed pack mule, carrying all of Karla’s belongings & portable work papers.
“Hey Mom ?..” Karla called back to the sitting room where her mother was coming out of.. “You got any steaks in your freezer? I’m gonna have Nathan whip up something for us tonight.”
“Probably honey.. tell him I like mine medium-rare.”
“You heard her,” Karla addressed Nathan like a servant, “go get some steaks & whatever else you’re gonna feed us, started..” Nathan nodded obediently, neatly stacked Karla’s belongings next to her seat, and then eagerly headed into his in-laws’ kitchen. Nathan had been relegated to this kitchen before, so had a basic awareness of where all the pans and utensils were located. Nathan knew Karla would want to start with a cold soda, so he filled up a nice heavy, frosted glass mug with crushed ice. Realizing he’d need an apron while engaging in heavy cooking and frying.. he strolled over to the hallway pantry and found two different aprons dangling from a shared hook. One was a plain, utilitarian, red & white plaid. The second was pink and much more feminine. He knew which one Karla would want him to wear, but he still wanted to grant her the formality of choosing.
Nathan walked into the living room, one apron held up in each hand. The ladies were making small talk, when Nathan solicited Karla’s wisdom. “This one, (he raised up the modest plain apron), “or this one ? (and raised up the girly, pink one).”
“Try on the pink one, so I can see how it looks..” Karla chose, with a chuckle.
Nathan began tying up his domesticated uniform when Karla’s mom arrived in the living room, seeking out her favorite recliner.
“Karla.. you’re terrible.. Are you REALLY gonna make him wear that ?”

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“Yeah”, Karla smiled sadistically. “He is OUR chef.. why not ?”
By now, Nathan was fully laced up, waiting for Karla’s approval on the apron. She gave him a thumbs-up & reminded Nathan that she was waiting on her soda..
As Nathan turned to head into the kitchen, Donna got Karla’s attention and sneakily requested, “Hey Kar, make him get me a beer.” Karla casually called into the kitchen: “Get Donna a beer.” Karla then leaned her head toward her mom’s LA-Z-Boy.. “What about you mom ?”
“Iced tea” Mom responded..
“And an iced tea for my mother.. Hurry up, I’m parched.” (Karla)
And with that, the three ladies returned to their conversation, while their meal was getting started, and Nathan fixed a serving tray loaded with cold beverages.
Back to the kichen.. Nathan laid out all their steaks and began seasoning them, and heating up a large skillet. He dug thru the cabinets and pantry, procuring some of Karla’s favorite side dishes & seasonings. The kitchen started to fill up with a Thanksgiving-like aroma. He always went all-in for Karla’s meat-centric feasts.
Looking down at Karla’s gigantic, sizzling steaks started to turn Karla’s submissive husband on. He felt a bump starting to slightly raise up the fabric of his apron. He blushed, and tried to smooth out the delicate polyester.. Thinking about all the hours & effort he spends tending to Karla’s steaks almost propelled him to orgasm. But he managed to calm himself, get his apron front flat & start setting up trays for the ladies (out in the living room).
As he was setting up their trays, Nathan spotted the TV remote, which he fetched for his king. No matter if they were at home, or visiting somewhere else, he had learned that Karla was always in control of what they would watch. And most of the time, around their house, Karla was watching videos of men working out, male dancers, etc. Lots of programming involving men with big muscles, in very little clothing..
The steaks and all the vegetables, salad, and breads were finished.. Nathan spent the next fifteen minutes serving Karla her dinner, checking on her, and enjoying watching her feast.. Recognizing that she was almost finished he leaned back out of the kitchen, “Anything else Karla ?”
“Yeah, come here.. get my sister another beer.. and bring in another steak for me,” Karla ordered slyly as she slid her thick thumb into the seat of Nathan’s pants..
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“He does look cute in Mom’s apron Kar..” Donna smiled. Donna had always openly envied Karla’s control over her husband. “You got your man WELL-trained.” She finished.
Karla smiled in recognition, and slowly pressed her thumb deeper into the crease of Nathan’s jeans, causing the denim to bunch up in his crack, in an embarrassing knot. Then she gently withdrew her thumb, gave Nathan a pat on his backside and directed him back into the kitchen, for his tasks at hand.. “Get back in the kitchen where you belong..”
Nathan returned to the skillet, flipped Karla’s second steak with his left hand, and grabbed Donna’s beer with his right. With a Chiefs bottle opener he popped Donna’s beer, and walked it out to her..
“Thank you, Karla’s husband”, she said coyly as she gave him her empty & took her new one from Nathan.
As soon as he made it back into the kitchen, and popped the recycling can with his foot.. King Karla’s lovely, bossy voice called out from the living room. “My mom’s finished, come clear her plate.”
Nathan discarded Donna’s old bottle into the waiting pile of previously conquered bottles, and smoothly floated out to his mother-in-law’s tray. Gathered her plate & silverware and asked if she needed her drink freshened.
“No, I’m okay Nate, thanks..” she earnestly replied. “It was delicious, thank you.”
By the time Nathan returned to the kitchen and offloaded his mother-in-law’s plates, the King’s second steak was ready to serve.. Nathan returned with all new silverware, plates, and cloth napkins for Karla’s second steak. Karla had become so accustomed to being waited on & served food by Nathan, she no longer wondered if, or what, Nathan ever ate. Her meals were self-indulgent, solitary affairs. Nathan was more like a full kitchen & wait staff, than a dinner companion. So eating this 2nd steak, while Nathan was out of sight, and out of mind, was perfectly normal for her & Nathan. Her second steak was consumed at a leisurely pace, while Nathan occasionally drifted between the two rooms, waiting to clear her plates or refresh her soda.
After finishing her second gigantic side of beef, she summoned Nathan into the living room, pointed at her feet & asked him to fetch her a slice of cake for dessert. Nathan knew exactly what her point meant.. She was ready for a foot massage. So before retrieving the cake, he removed her socks & shoes.. placing them neatly next to her love seat.
Karla then began manning the remote, while Nathan returned with her thick slice of cake. As Karla starts cutting thru her slice, Nathan lowered himself to his knees and took sight of Karla’s adorable toes. He began administering Karla’s first (of many) foot rubs for the day. While the king was casually reclining & flipping thru the channels, Donna announced that her beer was finished.. “Hey Kar”, Donna said as she raised up her empty bottle.. “tell Nathan to get me another one.” And then she jiggled the last drop..

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Alpha Party. (part 1)

Karla is lounging on the couch in her ‘stripper room’. It’s a hedonistic hideout Karla added on to her house recently. Nathan is behind the bar, making preparations for Karla’s party tonight. He wants to surprise and excite her. All along the way, he’s hiding all the details. He’s been calling all of Karla’s girlfriends over and notifying them it’s going to be an indulgent ‘Girls Night’.
Nathan’s running a drink across the new, polished tiles over to Karla’s couch, when he hears the first strong knock at the door of the stripper room. It’s 3 or 4 of Karla’s domineering Alpha friends. They enter, and all walk past Nathan without paying him any attention.. and collectively marvel at Karla’s new playroom. A beautiful bar, nice leather couches, and two shiny brass stripper poles at center stage. The girls ‘oooh’ & ‘ahhh’, and the excited clacking of high heels can be heard as the well-dressed women survey the room and poles.
Brigita, a muscular platinum blonde Russian, asks Karla, ‘You gonna put Nathan on the pole tonight ??’
Karla slyly replies, ‘Of course’, as she gently sips her drink.
Nathan blushes as he stands at-attention behind the bar, waiting to serve the ladies.
Brigita has a long, rich history of bullying Nathan. And Karla never stops her.. In fact, at times Karla encourages her. Delighting in watching Nathan’s never-ending emasculation.
As Nathan starts taking drink orders, more Alphas show up. Each one treating Nathan like an invisible waitress. The women start getting loose with each drink, laughing & playing around on the poles.
Alana yells out, ‘Where are the strippers ?!’
Nathan then proudly steps to the center of the room for a big announcement..
‘Karla.. to celebrate your NEW stripper room, I’ve hired a group of male bodybuilders to come dance for you.’ Nathan pauses.. looking at his watch.. ‘They’re due in exactly 20 minutes.’ Nathan beamed with satisfaction knowing he had pleased his master.
Brigita is inching closer to Nathan as he finishes his announcement.
‘TWENTY minutes ?’ Brigita complains.. ‘We don’t feel like waiting that long!’
She takes a couple casual steps toward Nathan, and then suddenly grabs him in a one-arm headlock. She is close to 6 feet tall in her heels. A long, single French braid down the middle of her intensely muscular back, sways gently as she adjusts her grip on Nathan’s scrawny neck. She takes a sip of her drink, and suggest to Karla, ‘Why don’t we put Nathan on the pole now ?’
Brigita looks like a cruel, ice queen with Nathan restrained & flopped on her hip. She has on skin tight black pants, and silky light blue tank top.. and she’s headlocking Nathan, his eyes downward and locked on the glistening tiles underneath Brigita’s heels.
Karla nods her approval, and barks at Nathan, ‘You better NOT get a boner in front of my friends!’ Setting off laughter, and mock groans, from Karla’s entourage of 8 or 9 friends present now.
Brigita walks Nathan in her headlock over to a pole. She’s casually sipping on her drink, as Karla’s pal Alana, walks up behind Nathan, reaches around his waist, and begins to unbutton his pants.
‘Remember what Karla said dork.. NO boners!’ Alana teases their prey..
His pants and boxers are slid down to the floor, while his upper body is still hunched over in Brigita’s headlock.
Brigita’s muscles are so full, cocky, and feminine.. Nathan is fighting desperately to not become aroused..

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Brigita’s cold, icy-blue eyes glared down at the top of Nathan’s head.
‘Okay wimp, let’s see what YOU got ?!’
With that, she released her grip and gave the pantless chump a gentle push toward the stripper pole.
Nathan instantly made eye contact with his master, who pulled her thick legs up on to the couch and was now fully reclining parallel. Her back propped up on a couch arm, and Nathan started gingerly trying to twirl around the pole.
Brigita was still standing within a foot or two of the twirling twerp and she grabbed Nathan’s shirt and yanked it off, over his head. His pale, thin body now completely naked.
The Alpha women cheered and started egging Brigita on..
‘Dance DANCE!’ Brigita demanded. As Nathan began twirling, Alana rushed up on him and pressed her pelvis into Nathan’s bare little booty.
Alana was an olive skinned brunette, shorter than Brigita, but also muscular and athletic. She looked like an earthbound Greek goddess.
One of the girls in the audience started cranking up the music as Alana began rhythmically grinding on Nathan’s butt.. Nathan gyrated and slowly swung back and forth. Alana stayed glued to his butt, her left hand on Nathan’s flat tummy, right hand raising her drink, swinging to the bassline in the music.
Everybody was cheering, except Karla.. who was tersely sipping her drink. Her eyes glued to Nathan’s soft little weenie flopping around. She was making sure that her wimp was NOT getting aroused.

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Family portrait (Act 1)
Pecs’ mom Marian Fitzsimmons enters the house, and as always is enthusiastically greeted by her adoring granddaughters.. Pecs also saunters out to greet her equally Alpha mother. In tow, is Pecs old wimp who hasn’t met Marian yet.. and doesn’t know what a strict authoritarian she is (when it comes to submissive men). Pecs’ deceased father was a very strong, accomplished, type-A man which is what Marian expected from a husband. She has never suffered weak & wimpy men lightly.
After exchanging friendly greetings with her mother, Pecs snaps her fingers and the old wimp shuffles over to Marian’s backside where he kneels and then gently inserts his nose into the seat of Marian’s expensive business pants..
Marian doesn’t even skip a beat.. since her husband has passed away 7 years earlier.. Pecs has been giving her various different wimps to clean her house and do other household chores.. As a show of submission, they always start with some time in the seat of her pants. Marian continues conversing while the old wimp buries his nose deeper into her full, rounded butt muscles. Marian is in her mid 50s, but is still tight like a college gymnast. Her hair is always perfectly tended to, often dressed in impeccable business attire, and with her eyeglasses, she has the appearance of a strict principal.
A few minutes more transpire, Marian hugging her son-in-law, commenting on how big his muscles are getting.. Pecs playfully warning her mother to ‘stay away from her man’.. Then the musclebound son-in-law casually orders the wimp to go and get Marian’s bags out of her car, and then fix her a cold drink..
The wimp gently removes himself, again without Marian even skipping a beat of her conversation, and heads out to Marian’s Mercedes to get her purse and other small luggage, etc.
Marian gets caught up on the girls’ school and sports activities..
A few minutes later the family reunion temporarily breaks up as each family member returns to their tasks at hand.. the wimp comes in and places Marian’s things on a nice table in the foyer and heads to the kitchen to fix her a strong alcoholic beverage.
Marian has found a nice comfortable spot on the couch and starts pecking away at her cell phone when old wimp enters, drink in hand.
‘Here’s your drink Miss Marian’ the wimp sheepishly hands her the drink..
The repellant smell of alcohol instantly hits Marian’s judgmental nostrils. She motions for the wimp to lean down, and closer to her..
‘Yes Ma’am ?’ he subserviently queries.
She instantly slaps him across the face with her free hand.. ‘I don’t drink ALCOHOL nitwit !’
The slap rings the wimp’s bell, and his eyes get remarkably startled for a man with so much suffering already under his belt..
‘Forgive me, I didn’t kno—‘.. SPLASH, the drink was quickly thrown from the glass directly in to his waiting face.
‘Get me a ginger ale, and clean up this mess you made, you old fool’..
‘Yes Miss Marian’, the old wimp replies and then scurries in to the kitchen for a dish towel.
He returns quickly, and starts wiping the expensive tiles.. Marian dangles one of her high heeled shoes off her regal toe. The shoe just swaying gently over the wimp’s balding head. Marian indifferently awaits for him to finish, and retrieve her ginger ale.
The wimp finishes cleaning up his mistake, and returns with Marian’s cold soda. He stands obediently next to the couch as Marian sips, and calls in to the other room to converse with her daughter.
‘Any plans for us tonight dear?’ Marian asks..
‘Yeah.. I was thinking after we get our family portrait taken, You and I could take some of the “girls” out and make some money tonight.’ Pecs replies as she’s applying her makeup.
Pecs emerges from a downstairs bathroom with her makeup compact in hand, still applying the finishing touches to her perfectly put-together face.
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All the wimps knew exactly what to do, when Pecs instructed them to ‘get pretty for me..’. They all had to put on their steepest pair of heels, their tiniest micro-thongs, and their fake fur coats. It was quite a sight, seeing a gang of scrawny men, dolled up like Miss America contestants.
Tonight, Pecs and her mom were taking out 4 of the ‘ladies’ to make some money. Pecs and her mother sat in the front seat of Pecs’ large, decked out SUV, and the four tramps sat in the back seats together.. nervously applying their last minute make-up.
Pecs drove to the seediest part of town, where law enforcement was relatively light regarding prostitution. Pecs had a regular block where she pimped out her shmoes.. so she pulled in to her usual side street. She pulled out a large expensive cigar, and rotated it around in her thick, powerful fingers as she gave the guys their last minute instructions. She notified them that whichever one brought in the least revenue would have to walk home.. an incentive she found increased their competitive productivity.
During the pep talk, Pecs’ mother Marian, casually pecked away at her cell phone.. not really interested in what was going on.. but looking forward to the cash haul. And then it was ‘showtime’.. the four cross-dressed wimps unloaded from the SUV, and awkwardly began navigating the street in their ultra-high heels. Pecs lit up her cigar as she watched them cross the darkened street and begin working.
One car after another pulled up.. and one by one, Pecs’ whores were picked up by male clients. Pecs and Marian made casual small-talk over the course of the next two hours. From time to time Marian would laugh as the guys were dropped back off, looking increasingly disheveled from their encounters.
The whores would cross the street back to Pecs’ truck in between jobs to surrender their cash to her. Pecs would keep an out-loud count of how much money she & her mother had made after each ‘deposit’. Most of Pecs’ pimping profits went to buying items for herself and her daughters. The whores were NEVER allowed to keep any of it for themselves. Pecs believed she provided a decent enough standard of living for her wimps, and didn’t think they needed their own cash. Strangely enough, the wimps seemed to agree, and never asked to keep any profits..


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Lately, the Beefy Barrister’s number one wimp wasn’t getting much attention from his beloved muscle monster. Beef was busy with a variety of other projects and interests.. So #1 (this is how he’ll be identified thru our story) became lonely and frustrated. He still kept up on all his household duties.. Beef’s laundry, cooking her meals, cleaning around her house, etc.. But he longed to once again be on his back (Beef was always on top), pleasing his domineering lover.
#1 also knew he was strictly forbidden from dating other women, and even looking at any suggestive images of women. Which increased his sexual frustrations, and compounded his sense of romantic isolation. He ruminated about his current problem for a couple weeks before finally approaching Beef with his concerns. By nature, #1 was very anxious about confrontation.. so he spent many hours practicing how he would broach the sensitive subject with Beef. But after realizing he couldn’t delay it any longer, he just abruptly brought up one evening while Beef was enjoying her steak dinner, and he was nearby separating and folding Beef’s laundry.
“Ma’am.. could we talk ?” #1 asked, breaking the dinner time silence.
“Go ahead.. it’s a free country” Beef responded indifferently in between bites of her t-bone.
“Do you know how long it’s been since you made love to me ?” #1 asked with a sadness in his voice.
“Not sure.. why ?” Beef responded, again more focused on her meal, than her lover.
“Well.. I’ve kinda been counting, and it’s been three and a half months. I miss being underneath you Beef. You’ve forbidden me from seeing other women, and banished any kind of images of other women from the house. So I have absolutely no outlet for my needs.” #1 emphasized the word needs for dramatic effect.
Without any offense, or anger in her voice, and with a mouth full of red meat, Beef responded to #1’s plea, “well.. the reason I don’t let you look at, or date, other women is because you’re not man enough for that.. So that is something you can’t be mad at me about. That’s just the way things are.. As far as our drought in the bedroom, I’ve been busy with work, and working out.. and to be completely honest, I’ve been sleeping with real men lately. I do want us to start spending more time together.. but right now isn’t good..
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New story, available at $2 tier.. Cindy Sue and Pecs Fitzsimmons, conduct an emasculating fashion show, with a pair of Pecs' gimps..

Wimp in Heels.

Cindy Sue knocked on the front door, before gently pushing it open with the stack of shoeboxes she was carrying.. “Pecs.. It’s me.”
And when Cindy Sue’s voice is recognized, a house servant comes scurrying to the door, to unburden Cindy Sue of the shoeboxes. Just behind the servant, Pecs comes strutting in to the front room, with another small man in tow. The man was wearing only a towel, and was following a few paces behind Pecs.
“Hey Girl” Cindy Sue greeted Pecs, with a little hug & cheek peck.. “I got all kinds of cute high heels for your wimp to try on.”
“I love it” Pecs replied as she looked over the stack of shoeboxes being held by the butler. “Go ahead and set those down, and get Ms. Cindy Sue something to eat and drink.
“Yes Ma’am”, the butler complied and headed back in to the kitchen. The ladies were always eating, in order to stay big. So all the house staff knew that guests would want some kind of protein while they’re visiting..
Pecs and Cindy Sue made a little bit of small talk, while the toweled wimp stood quietly in the background. After catching up, Pecs turned and pointed out the guy who would be getting fit for the high heels.
Pecs flicked her right hand, motioning for the wimp to come closer.. “This is Cindy Sue, she’s gonna help me pick a pair of cute new shoes for you. Go ahead and drop your towel, and grab a box to sample.”
The wimp gently let his towel slip to the floor. And kinda tip-toed over to the stack of boxes. Cindy Sue looked at his unveiled package as he walked past.
‘Wow.. he is really little.. in every way.” She sneered.
The wimp slid on the first pair of high heels, which were an elegant pair of light lavender 3 inch heels. He stood shyly with his hands concealing his naked manhood.
“Come stand in between us.” Pecs gently ordered. The two women examined the man, and asked him to turn around to get better rear & side views.
“Drop your arms to your side” Pecs stated.. “Don’t try and be modest.”
The wimp’s arms reluctantly slid down to the sides of his legs.
“Uh.. I think these are a little too classy. I’m looking for something sluttier, because he’s gonna be wearing these on the nights he’s out whoring for me.”
“Ahh..” Cindy Sue nodded in agreement. “Well, I got some trashier styles in there.”
So the wimp removed the first pair, neatly returned them to their box and started trying on pair #2.
The second pair were still kinda elegant, but the heel was higher, so they did exude more sluttiness. He delicately navigated back to the Ladies in the second pair. Cindy Sue chuckled at the sight of the middle-aged man, in a pair of heels designed for a young, single woman. The shoes were a very pale yellow, with one strap across the top of the shoe. The wimp’s eyes went to meet Cindy Sue’s as she was chuckling, which irritated Pecs.
“Don’t look in her eyes jerk. You look down at the ground when you’re in the presence of an Alpha Female.. you understand me ?!” Pecs barked.
“Yes Ma’am” he sheepishly mumbled. He wobbled in his heels, as his body shuddered with fear. He gained his precarious balance and lowered his eyes directly to the floor.
“Now do a runway walk for us, so we can see you swish in these heels.” Pecs ordered.
And the wimp wobbily started walking toward the kitchen, when the other wimp emerged from the kitchen’s swinging door with Cindy Sue’s lunch on a tray.
The lunch-bearing wimp giggled as he saw his naked comrade struggling in the heels. He parked himself next to Cindy Sue, holding the tray at her waist level, so the tray full of food was available for her to nibble on. Cindy Sue grabs the gigantic roast beef sandwich (without thanking or acknowledging the wimp), and starts to chomp in to it. The little waiter is still watching and giggling at his colleague..

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