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About Sold: A Femdom Triptych
When he was eighteen, his parents died, leaving both him and the fortune he inherited in the custody of his sexy-cruel aunt: a forty-something, psychologist, a childless widow, who lived in a three-story Victorian Mansion, her only companion the strict, formal, slightly older Mistress Briley. In the three years that followed he was chastised, humiliated, and milked; shaved below the neck and mostly kept in a “uniform” of a too-tight white t-shirt and a pair of white socks, anything else potentially interfering with the spanking of his bottom or the punishment of his penis. He endures, accepts, ultimately comes to crave this treatment; the lovingly cruel wife, fifteen years his senior to whom he is sold, on his twenty-first birthday, continues to feed these needs. A year after his sale, there are things to celebrate and choices to be made. The celebration includes cuckolding, oral servitude, and pegging—along with loving aftercare. Scant days after their celebration? There are choices to be made. How far will his wife go? How far will he let her? And then, a year later, he has a minor accident, his head smacking the asphalt when he’s hit by a car. He does some semi-conscious babbling, under medication: about cuckolding and pegging and creampies; about punishments and calling his wife “Mommy.” When they undress him in the ER, they discover the chastity cage he’s wearing; one of the nurses freaks out. He’s put on a 72-hour psych hold, not permitted to leave; they file a restraining order against his wife, severely limiting how much he can even see her. But the twenty-three-year-old husband and his almost-forty wife? They’re not without resources or recourse: they aren’t going to have their lives judged by people who don’t understand. And they’re not going to be kept apart.
