Novel & Cerita Submissive Wife Training

With a triumphant grin, I uttered, “You won’t be able to take back your pure and gullible wife, but you can possess her at your discretion. Treat her like a loyal dog, play with her to your heart’s content. Maybe you could adorn her with a collar, but...” I paused in the middle of my sentence, my eyes fixated on the man’s impatient expression. After a moment, I continued speaking, my voice modest and consistent, “But instead of trying to make her follow you, it might be more effective to put a collar around her neck and give her a firm spanking on her butt.”

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

"B-But I haven't been with anyone else the entire time." "Oh, who knows if that's true. You were so eager to sleep with someone's husband. Who knows what else you're out here doing?" "I'll j-just leave because y-you c-can't t-treat me this way!" "Oh darling, I don't think you'd leave if you wanted to. If you do, I'll make sure you never see that baby ever again." I said as I held her chin. "W-Well w-what d-do you w-want from m-me?" She stuttered.

I’m not sure I can do any of those things, except maybe keep her safe. Here’s one thing I do know: I’m not going to put up with her fucking nonsense once we’re married. It’s like my father says: she needs to be trained. I’m not going to have some wild, disobedient wife. She will learn to obey me, one way or another. Even if I have to grind her down to powder under my feet.

She asked as looked at him worriedly. “You are my wife and as my wife you will tale care of all my needs. Within the bedroom and outside. I want you to make my breakfast, lunch and dinner. I want to to greet me happily whenever I come home from office. Also I need you to be dressed up when I come home. Don’t greet me in PJs. Also you will wear nightie. I don’t like girls with pyjamas. You will go with me to all places that I ask you. You will Under no circumstance leave the house without informing me. You will not wear mini skirts outside the home and mostly importantly you will not talk to any man unless it’s an emergency except my men and family males. Understand?” Sophia opened and closed

“I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?” Carlson gritted his teeth and wanted to slap me, but I blocked him. Instead, I slapped him repeatedly. Carlson yelled in pain. He wanted to fight me, but I subdued him. He had spent all these years living a good life. He was no longer the hardworking assistant he had been in the past. He could not even fight back, so he could only endure a few more slaps from me. “Don’t worry, I’m an educated man. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.

“Mother, let's give her some time from now.” "Your father and I built this house on discipline," she continued, leaning forward, her finger nearly jabbing into my chest. "Your father's mother taught me everything I needed to know within my first month in this family. First month, Adrian. Your wife has had weeks, and she still won't even come down and learn which fork to use at a formal dinner." "That's not fair," I said, feeling something protective rise in my chest despite everything. "Isabella is intelligent. She's capable. She will do it without training. She doesn't need to be trained like—"

“You’re tired? What could possibly tire a man who stays home all day? Get in the kitchen and cook!” “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “In that case, why not have your ‘legal husband’ do it? “After all, I’m just a maniac who’s taken someone else’s place, right?” I repeated Reed’s exact words back to her, and Eira’s face flushed from pale to crimson. She probably had not expected me, someone who had always obeyed her without question, to suddenly grow fangs. Reed stepped out from behind her with his arms crossed. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Eira, look at him. What kind of attitude is that?

Training happens every day without exception. I learn commands, each one drilled into my body until responding becomes automatic. "Sit" means kneel with my thighs spread wide, hands resting palm-up on my knees, chest lifted and displayed. "Down" means flat on my belly, face turned to the side, completely submissive and still. "Present" means ass up, face down, pussy exposed and ready for whatever he wants to do to me.

I paused then continued, “The lifestyle is a big part of who I am. I enjoy control, pain, and pushing limits. You seem to enjoy receiving pain and submitting. I’d like to train you properly — safely and slowly. We’ll go through the book I'll give you. The Section one is our first focus, for each chapter you read, we’ll practice it that night or the next day. This will happen for a duration of 15 days it thereabout. Only if you’re interested, you’ll sign a separate contract with me. But you'll be appearing at the club for tests. If you pass you get the Submissive identification tag and privileges. After which, we'll continue going through the book till we finish it but this time, you'll be mi