Rules of Engagement Pt. 02: Habit Building

Note from author: Quick notes this is just for fetish and femdom enjoyers, this story mixes in facts and fiction from both real experiences and fantasies. This is just for fun as well so do not take to serious. Also if you leave a comment please make sure it is either in support or helpful critiques as disrespectful and unnecessary comments will be swiftly deleted and reported. This should be a fun space for all users and found some comments on part 1 irritating or just plain rude. With that being said please enjoy and if you like the story expect the rest of the parts to come out at least 2-3 weeks at a time. I do have other ideas I am thinking about, but this will take priority. Have a good day, and enjoy.

She had me right where she wanted me, under her roof and her rules. The once confident, and prideful man I had known myself to be was all but gone. I go by her agenda now and her demands was final. How was she so successful? What made me slowly turn to her direction? It was her aggressive habit building that slowly turned me without me noticing.

While my girlfriend has always been insecure, and even to a degree unconfident in herself because of her size and past trauma she had turned to me to fill the void. For every opportunity she had missed, for every moment she felt alone, for every night she cried herself to sleep she poured it all out to me. And in return of my unjudgmental ears, and my often kind soft spoken words her love grew fast and in bunches. She was not gonna let me slip through her fingers especially now that she had me by the balls.

In came the habit building and slow conditioning. It would start small correcting the way I talk about women and feminist culture. Often I would make insensitive misogynistic comments, learned from my years spent dealing with females who would allow it, but she my future wife did not. She would swiftly, and firmly correct my comments which I would often times only be joking, but she took them dead serious, Partially I believe from her years of trauma with men but I could never truly tell. The only thing I knew for sure is an argument would ensue, and I would be punished. Not a physically punishment more of a mental one she would not talk, or touch me until I apologized sometimes this would go hours either way we waged war. It would often end the same way every time with her victorious and me humbly apologizing.

Honestly I could not take the teasing, she would often tease without touching me for days until we were back on good terms. She and I both knew it, and on one such occasion we were at battle and I was holding strong that is until she sat on the couch beside me and took off her sandals. She had just had them painted white the other day, and on a hot summer day where she had been walking in her sandals all day the sweat mixed with her feet oils she would put on drove me insane. She would have such shiny feet with a light stench of sweat, and her knowing I had a huge fetish did not help. I tried not to look over even though I hadn't nut in days, while we would be forced to talk slightly throughout the days we were at war she would not empty me until we reached an agreement. knowing how horny I was and how sexy her nails and soles was she had me wrapped around her finger.

She would start by crossing her feet at the ankles back and forth I was fighting strong and honestly felt I was gonna be able to escape. As I tried to get up from the couch she aggressively put her feet on my lap and crossed them while holding out the bottle of oil that she applies to her feet. As I stared at her she had this look on her face no words spoken at all to me just a look of aggression and demand like she knew I would give in. And as I started to get an erection she would rub her soles back and forth, I could really feel the pressure applied as I only had on shorts and I became overtaken in the moment and could not deny she had me by the balls completely.

I was hypnotized and she knew it, and she took advantage and control. As i opened the oil and massaged her feet with it her shiny soles and toes would wiggle in my face just pulling me deeper and deeper. When she knew she had me to the point I could have exploded in my shorts she took the oil bottle and motioned for me to come closer. When I was in reaching distance she grabbed my shorts and yanked them down to my ankles she looked at my cock while it was dripping precum from the teasing and told me to get on my knees and stroke on her soles. As I was doing so she lectured me about respecting women and the household we do not fight and we do not disrespect women even making me repeat it several times. As she watched me stroke she would call me a good boy for obeying, and even called me husband material she would say I just need training. After about 15 minuets of hard stroking and repeating her words I exploded long ropes of cum slipped down her soles and as I looked up at her she would flip her phone and show she recorded the whole interaction. And would say if I wanted the video I would behave myself.

This type of thing would go on to the point it was engraved in me, make a mistake fight, give in, and get drained completely and be rewarded for it. To the point where I stopped making comments that were disrespectful to women completely if I went a week being well behaved I would get the videos we would record. This would also come in handy since she forbidden me from watching porn at all.

She found it disrespectful and not necessary since I could just have sex and get drained by her. I would still sneak from time to time until she caught me one night and I would regret it. I was usually really good about my timing when I did it in the bathroom, middle of the night, and fast. I could usually hear her coming and was good with making excuses if she woke up and called out for me. But on this night she must have suspected something she crept to the bathroom I think, I had no true idea as I was aggressively stroking to a wife face sitting her husband on a porn site. She burst into the bathroom I felt like a kid caught by his parent I had a really stupid look on my face as she stomped toward me.

She grabbed my oil soaked balls really hard then snatched the phone with her other hand as I tried to mumble an excuse she looked at me with disgust. And questioned me about what's allowed in the household. I became mute as I knew I broke 2 of her highest rules no porn, and supervised masturbation which I did neither. She put my phone in her pocket as she proceeded to smack my cock repeatedly it became red and soft after a couple slaps she yelled at me as she released my balls and told me to go to bed.

As I got in bed I was terrified of my punishment, but it never came that night she came to bed 15 minutes later and said nothing. In the morning I was woken barely able to breathe as she sat on my face, I could barely hear or see as she was on the thicker side. Only thing I could make out was her laughing and asking is this what you like after she was done with me. She handed me my phone and most of my apps were gone, I looked dumbfounded and she just smiled and said I child locked it the only thing you can do is call me and use family friendly apps and websites. She also put a TeamViewer on my phone to monitor what I do 24/7 she would threaten if I tried to alter anything she would delete all our videos off my phone.

This type of habit building was aggressive and forced me to change what I have become comfortable with over the years. She ruled me with a iron fist molding me into her perfect husband, as I fell deeper into her rule I would become more considerate of her emotions and what she liked and thinking before I acted with her punishments in mind. And now with a child lock I had no choice but to behave, but she was not done with molding me yet as she would show her dominance in public forms. part 3 public enslavement.