Abbie and Todd
Copyright Leowulf (2004) All Rights Reserved
This is a trilogy of short-short stories based on the way cool artwork of Lady
Carole. This trilogy follows the courtship of a bride-to-be and her
fiance. Or it follows the training of a love slave by his new mistress, depending on your perspective.
Both interpretations are correct, for both fiance and bride, both love slave and mistress.
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House Trained (FM, femdom, rom, no sex)
by Leowulf
"Good afternoon to you." The trainer opened the door for an eager Abby. "He is housetrained and is working on leash training."
Abby looked with joy on her little male. Todd was held securely between the training posts. The gag was in place; for all she knew it hadn't been removed since she gave him to the village trainer. Little Todd was as nervous as any born and raised outside Sorority, but submitted bravely to the gag.
As she left, she could hear her "fiance" (to use his word) whimpering in response to the trainer's paddle, but kept walking. She understood the value of good training, before any unpleasant habits could appear in a relationship. Todd was a typical male, weak and helpless, not as much physically (males from outside Sorority tended toward larger size) but emotionally; as easily hurt as any male, from Sorority or not.
"Please remove the gag, Ms Martinet." Abby smiled with anticipation. "Please."
Abby held her breath as the trainer untied and removed the gag. Todd smiled at her gratefully. He looked so fetching in his lacy stockings and frilly apron. Abby had been surprised how upset the little male was at the thought of wearing soft, delicate clothes. She knew he'd look as pretty as any male with frills and lace caressing his little body; but he had whined so insistently.
That was why she'd had him trained. Abby knew that she knew what was best for her loveslave (to use her much more accurate word), and her weak, helpless male was denying both his own nature and hers by pretending to self-sufficiency, by shielding with his ego a child psyche she knew was far safer in her care. Abby felt compassion for all males raised outside Sorority, but _her_ male was rescued - and two weeks of discomfort could help him unlearn his wrong upbringing.
"Um ... hi Abby."
Abby felt the familiar stir of maternal love and sexual lust at the sound of Todd's voice. She affectionately stroked his naked back with her whip, smiled in response to his sigh, his naked worship of her. The little male's voice was what first attracted her to him. Activated her maternal instinct, Abby's mom said. All Abby knew was that she'd waited two long weeks to hear that sexy voice, to see that cute little body, to feel that warm, wet, delicious tongue on her special parts.
After two weeks waiting, she almost wanted to ignore his foolish misstep. But she could never hurt her male so; allowing something small would be like tempting him with something big. Todd was weak and helpless - and her responsibility. Sorority had trained Abby well. She knew her place, and was willing to do what was necessary so Todd would know his too.
"I love you, little boy." Abby smiled despite her disappointment. "A lot."
Abby winced inwardly at the sound of her whip on the male's well-spanked backside. She measured three strokes, keeping her strokes as light as if her Todd were physically the child that all males are emotionally. She named the bad - speaking without permission, standing without permission and using her familiar name, and after the lashes named the good - speak and stand only with permission, and call her "Mommy" or "Mothermistress."
Abby smiled inwardly at the trainer's pleased expression but kept her face serious, let her Todd see the love behind the displeasure. She was rewarded with contrite tears and soft, childlike sobs from her thoroughly broken, weak and helpless loveslave. Abby kissed his forehead tenderly.
"A good attitude adjustment." The trainer untied Abby's housetrained male. "You two get reacquainted; his leash is by the door."
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Total Submission (FM, femdom, mast, rom)
by Leowulf
"You don't want a husband," Todd's voice was small; mousy, like any housetrained male. "You want utter servility."
"You're right, little boy." Abbie pushed her love slave hard against the wall of her bedroom. She held his shoulders pinned in place as she went on. "I never said I wanted a 'husband;' that's your word. I want a love slave. That means utter servility." She kissed him, disappointed that he did not kiss back. "Complete subjection." Abbie kissed Todd again; this time he kissed back, a bit reluctantly.
"Total submission." This time she kissed her love slave, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes, and when she slipped her hands to his thin waist, the little male reached his arms up and wrapped them around her shoulders. "Will you stop being a 'macho man,' and instead by my submissive male, darling Todd?"
"Yes Abbie," he breathed. As she rewarded him with another deep tongue-kiss, a part of her said, "is that _total_ submission?" She answered herself, "It's enough." She stroked his shivering, bare sides, kissing him passionately. "But it is not total." She reached one hand to his naked penis, stroked the erect shaft. "No, but if he had a broken leg, I would not command him to run. Besides, when he says "yes, Abbie" his body language and tone of voice say "yes, Goddess."
Abbie finally let him go. As the lady went to her dresser, Todd stood awaiting her instructions like a good housetrained male. She came back with two pairs of panties. One she handed to her darling, and commanded, "Put these on me." Todd knelt in front of her and held the panties open at her feet. She stepped into them and her love slave pulled them up, covering her special parts, his expression one of wonder. She smiled and squatted down in front of him. Abbie slid one arm around his shoulders, drawing his face to her naked breasts.
She stroked his cheek with the other soft, silky panties. He nuzzled against her heavy breasts, so childlike, so trusting. She slid the panties down his chest, and he giggled when she tickled his tummy. She kissed her male fondly on the cheek.
"This is what happens to submissive males," Abbie said. She draped her panties over Todd's penis, grasped it tightly, and stroked him. He shuddered in pleasure and she smiled, pushing his face firmly against her breasts. She kept stroking his penis with her panties until he shuddered in orgasm. She kissed him, again forcing her tongue in and out of his mouth as her love slave helplessly drenched her panties with his come.
Abbie held Todd for a few minutes, cuddling her male, comforting him. Then she stood and tossed the panties into the laundry hamper. She could feel her love slave's eyes following her as she finished dressing, and occasionally she favored the kneeling little male with a smile. "How do I look?" she finally asked.
"Like Goddess!" the little male breathed.
Abbie smiled her affection. 'I could be wearing a barrel,' she thought, 'and he'd still worship the ground under my feet.' She said aloud. "Good. Now let's get my submissive male dressed." She went to his drawer and pulled out a comfy set of stockings, an apron, and two pairs of panties, both plain cotton, edged with lace. "Which do you want, darling?"
"The purple ones, please!" her love slave blushed. She helped Todd into his clothes, unnecessary but it was fun to dress him up like a doll, and he responded by becoming quieter, more tractable, when she treated him like a child. In short order, her short male was dolled up for her, a lacy package of submissive male.
"Right," Abbie said, standing Todd on the carpeted floor. "Come with Abbie." She led him into the kitchen and stood him in front of the sink, with the dishes from last night and that morning still soaking. She knelt beside her darling, heard him gasp, and looked up to notice his shocked expression. "What's wrong, little boy?"
"Y-you don't have to kneel." The little male blushed. "You're Abbie!"
"No, I don't." She put her arms around his waist and kissed his pantied little penis. "But I want to take care of you, and if that means humbling myself for my little love slave's benefit, I will." She looked up into his wide saucer eyes. "I love you, Todd." While tears ran down his joyful face, Abbie chained her male securely in front of the sink.
"All the dishes cleaned and dried, Todd." She lingered in the doorway, enjoying her love slave's expression of complete love, of total submission. "I should be back before you finish; but if not, you may masturbate yourself, and think of me."
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Leash Law (FM, femdom, oral, rom)
by Leowulf
The watch lady rounded the corner and was greeted by an unexpected sight. "Why me?" Abbie asked bitterly. "How could I be so unlucky?"
Todd was naked, on his knees, hands secured behind his back. He was tethered by his scrotum to a holding stake. Abbie approached the stake resolutely. At first she tried not to be furious at this embarrassment, then she tried not to smile at the expression of her love slave, overjoyed to see her.
"Violation of leash law?" The lady exclaimed as she read the tag. She couldn't hide her exasperation. "Todd, how could you?"
"I'm sorry Abbie," the little love slave said. "I was missing you and wanted to find you."
Abbie was nonplussed. She blurted, "and is the laundry done?"
"Not really," Todd said. "I guess I kind of blew it, Abbie."
The lady pulled over a stool and sat down. She was unused to her uniform and her boots hurt her feet. "Well, let's see. You went out alone, and _I_ will have to answer for that. Right now, you're not doing laundry and I'm not doing my village watch tasking. I suppose you could say you blew it!"
Abbie sighed. "So where are your clothes; or did you just go out naked?"
"The watch lady stripped me and gave my things to the watch mistress." Todd blushed. "You can have them and me after your shift is over. I'm sorry I got you in trouble."
She rested her elbows on her knees and put her face in her hands. 'Why did I have to fall in love with an outsider?' She felt hot tears between her fingers. 'I can't do this! It's _too difficult_ erasing his lifetime of bad teaching.' Abbie choked back a sob. 'I've done my best and there's nothing to show for it but a naughty male, and a lot of wasted time.'
The downhearted lady was wondered how to tell the love of her life she was sending him away, back to his homeland. Then she felt the kisses on her booted feet. She looked down to see her Todd, his balls straining at the end of his tether, as he passionately covered both her feet with wet kisses. She could feel his lips through the thin, supple leather of her boots. "What are you doing?"
"Loving you, Abbie!" Todd smiled up at her, then saw her tears and his smile turned to worry. "Um, remember back home, you wanted me to kiss your, um, your behind goodbye before you went out for your watch? And when I didn't want to, you said, 'be a pig then,' and then you left.
"All day after that, I've missed kissing you." The little male bent once more and planted more worshipful kisses on the toes of her boots. "I'd be grateful to spend all day kissing your feet, or kissing your ass, or kissing any part of you, Abbie. I just want to show my love for you!"
"Why are you crying, Abbie?" Todd was so worried at the lady's renewed tears and now unhidden sobs, he too began to weep.
"Because I have a love slave who's willing to be stripped naked and tied by his balls to a stake," Abbie smiled through her tears. "Just so he can kneel down and kiss my feet!"
The watch lady. stood and slipped off her panties, then sat back down and scooted forward on the stool. "Ok, little boy; show Abbie how much you love her."
Todd strained to the limit of his tether. His mistress saw the look of awestruck wonder on his face before he buried it in the soft, curly hair framing her special parts. She exhaled raggedly as her love slave eagerly began worshipping her.
"Why me;" Abbie thought rapturously. "How could I be so lucky?"