Slave for Love

A Story of Male Submission

Jean Zee and Kit Surette

Copyright© 2015 Jean Zee. All rights reserved

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In the Closet

It was dark, and I was scared and positioned uncomfortably in my wife’s walk-in closet. My wrist and hands were numb. My arms ached from stretched cruelly upward through the pulley attached to the ceiling and running down to my handcuffs. My legs stretched wide apart and tied to the closet wall on each side of the tiny space.

I could hear the click of spiked heels on the hardwood floor just outside the closet door. Suddenly the door swung open, exploding my darkened world in a blaze of color. Blinking to focus my eyes, I gazed in worship at my beautiful wife and mistress. I had dedicated the rest of my life to serving and pleasing this beautiful creature who was wearing a short black satin robe and black spiked high heels.

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