Karin is back and showing friend Joanna the ropes - chains - whips – and advantages of owning a sissy maid.
A chance encounter leads Gary, Joanna’s husband, down the path of submission. Can any male survive Karin’s tool, The Breaking Cage, whose motto is MISMO: Male In, Sissy Maid Out?
The Breaking Cage is the highly awaited sequel to Mistress Karin and takes the reader even further into the lifestyles of Dominant women, their submissive husbands, and their Alpha Male lovers. Karin Calloway is bored and new-found friend Joanna, with her would-be submissive husband Gary, are more than willing to test the Female Domination and sissy maid lifestyles. With Karin as their mentor, Joanna and Gary discover a new world of dominance and submission.
Gary, now Donna, finds himself/herself serving Mistresses and Masters in the dungeons of the wealthy, as a party favor at swingers’ parties, paired with another sissy maid at an elaborate dinner party, and even with Karin’s sissy maid on an adult movie set. As Joanna learns the delights of Alpha Males and cuckolding, her submissive sissy husband Donna endures a life of chastity, domestic duties and sexual service.
EXTRACT
“Well here they are,” mocked Karin, “our submissive sissies.”
Suzette led Gary into the room, stopped before Joanna and Karin, and
executed her usual delicate curtsey. Gary ungainly tried to duplicate
the move.
“Sloppy,” Karin said. “We’ll fix that, among other things.” She
turned to Suzette, “put her on the curtsey trainer for fifty reps when
we’re through here.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Gary grimaced as Suzette executed another one of her damned perfect
curtsies. What the fuck is a curtsey trainer? He couldn’t help but
glance at Joanna and immediately the crop in Karin’s hand lashed out,
leaving a welt on his thigh.
“Eyes down slut!” Karin commanded.
He lurched at the blow, feeling the thin stripe bloom in pain. This
was different from the bondage and discipline sex games played with
Joanna. Karin was the real deal, a thought that both frightened and
excited him.
“Didn’t take him long to fuck up,” Joanna observed.
“Never does,” replied Karin, “they’re all slow learners at first, but
they do learn, some slower than others, but all painfully - for them.”
She turned her gaze to Suzette, who’d remained still, head down, hands
demurely clasped behind her back, living proof of the efficacy of
rigorous training.
“We’ll have supper in the dining room at seven. You and this
worthless sissy here will serve. Lock a collar on it but keep it
naked. And teach it to curtsey before supper! You’re dismissed!”
Suzette and Gary both curtseyed and backed out of the room to the
laughter of the ladies on the couch. Shaken and humiliated, Gary
padded along on his bare feet as Suzette’s spike heels click-clacked
down the hallway.
Suzette stopped and ushered Gary through a door and down the
staircase into the basement. Gary descended into the dark abyss, his
naked form shivering from the coolness. His eyes slowly adjusted to
the dark as he exited the stairs and his feet touched the hard, cold
tile floor.
“To the right,” whispered Suzette, as she turned on a light switch.
Gary blinked as Karin’s dungeon was bathed in light. It wasn’t
brightly lit; rather the electric lighting took the form of flickering
candles casting shadows throughout the room.
Pausing, forgetting the chill of the room, Gary looked around,
mesmerized by the many whips, paddles and crops hanging from the wall.
A spanking horse and pillory took center stage in the room while an
ominous cross and wheel adorned the far wall. Chains and manacles hung
from various parts of the ceiling.
Suzette took his hand and pulled him across the room. “Over here,
Mistress wants you to practice on the curtsey trainer.”
In a daze Gary followed her, his eyes darting endlessly throughout
the room, awed by the wicked splendor of Karin’s dungeon. Suddenly he
felt Suzette grab his nipple, violently pinching and twisting it.
“Pay attention!” she said. “We need to finish this and get back
upstairs to start supper. Bend over.”
Gary bent over and heard Suzette pull on a latex glove. He jumped as
Suzette rubbed the cool lube around his puckered nether hole.
“Ever had anything in here?” Suzette asked.
“No, I’m not gay.”
“Don’t be silly,” chuckled Suzette, “it doesn’t mean you’re gay. And
anyway, it’s not your bottom; it belongs to Mistress Joanna, doesn’t
it?”
“I don’t know, yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, since this is your first time, we’ll start with a small one on
the trainer.” Suzette’s eyes closed as she slowly inserted one
well-lubed finger and felt Gary gasp and lurch.
“Easy precious, I’ll go slowly. If you relax and breathe it will be
easier on you. Now let me get some lube in there.”
Gary tried to relax and breathe as Suzette slowly inserted a second
finger. He shook with - what? Pleasure? Disgust? He’d never been
violated in this way before and in all honesty he didn’t know whether
he liked it or not. When Suzette’s other hand found and gently stroked
his nipple he whimpered. He did like it, all of it.
“See there precious, not so bad is it?” cooed Suzette. She leaned
down and kissed the back of his neck.
Gary was overcome by the sensations, as Suzette’s nimble fingers
coaxed waves of pleasure from his ass and nipples. Her soft lips on
his neck, the scent of her perfume, the gentle voice had him melting
in her arms. But Suzette is a man, Karin’s husband.
“Yes, that’s it baby, relax,” Suzette mewed as she slowly withdrew
her fingers.
Gary sighed as she pulled out.
Suzette pointed at Gary’s throbbing erection, “I think you liked
that. Maybe our Mistresses will allow us to play together sometime.”
Utterly confused by this flood of emotions Gary silently looked at
the raging hard-on between his legs. Wordlessly, he let himself be led
to the curtsey trainer.
“The curtsey is a sign of respect. There are different ones to use at
different times, but for now you will learn ‘The Bob.’ You can use
this whenever Mistress enters or leaves a room you are in or to
acknowledge an order you are given. Of course Mistress will dictate
what curtseys you are to use and when.”
As Suzette talked she affixed a small butt plug to a metal rod
protruding from the floor. “Stand here,” she said, pulling Gary until
he stood over the rod.
“Put both feet on the ground with the pole between your legs. Your
hands should be crossed in front of you.” Suzette demonstrated the
position and Gary followed.
“Now bend your left knee, place your left foot behind the right
foot, only keeping the toes of your left foot on the floor. Posture is
very important, so keep your head up but your eyes down.”
Gary copied Suzette’s actions, assuming the same position she
adopted.
“Very nice,” complimented Suzette.
“Next you need to bend at the knees and dip, lower yourself down
until the plug goes into your bottom.” Suzette giggled and slowly bent
at the knees illustrating the proper curtsey, “now you.”
Slowly Gary bent his knees, stopping for a moment when his bottom
touched the plug.
“It’s not that big,” chided Suzette, “and both you and it are well
lubricated. Now slowly, down and up.”
With a deep breath Gary descended, the plug slowly sliding in and
filling him, and then easing out when he stood.
“Back straight, don’t bend forward at the waist, bend in the knees,
down and up,” corrected Suzette, “again.”
Gary proceeded to curtsey, each time impaling himself on the plug.
Suzette made minor adjustments on the plug height and position and by
curtsey number fifteen Gary was starting to find the proper motion and
technique.
“Be elegant and graceful, not stiff, no jerky movements.” Suzette
positioned Gary’s body, helping him attain the correct posture. “Don’t
think about the plug in your bottom honey, focus on the movement. You
want to be demure, sweet, something your Mistress can be proud of.
Deeper sweetheart, get the plug all the way in, keep your back
straight.”
Gary lost count of the repetitions as he worked on his ‘Bob’ curtsey.
He hoped that Suzette was counting; he wanted this to be over. When he
finished the last curtsey his legs were beginning to cramp and his
bottom was starting to hurt.
Suzette wiped the remaining lube from Gary’s well-used ass, “of
course there are bigger plugs and your Mistress will probably make use
of them. Eventually you’ll have to learn all the types of curtseys and
you’ll be expected to perform them perfectly, all the time. Here,” she
said handing the plug to Gary, “there’s a sink in the corner, go wash
this off.”
Gary held the butt plug in his hand; he felt its slickness and
warmth. He wordlessly padded away on his bare feet while Suzette
selected a collar.
When Gary returned Suzette held up a wide and stiff leather collar,
emblazoned with the word ‘SISSY’ in sparkling crystals. “It’s a
posture collar.”
Gary allowed Suzette to fasten the collar around his neck, securing
it with a small padlock and attaching a leather lead to the front.
Pulling on the lead, Suzette led Gary out of the dungeon, back
upstairs and into the kitchen.
