Part 25
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Anna’s voice came off a bit more aggressive than she expected. “Kat, seriously—why should I even go through with this wedding? All last night proved was that my fiancé is a sissy. What kind of husband is that? What am I getting myself into?”
Kat regarded her with a slow, deliberate smile, as if savoring a delicious secret. “That’s exactly the question every woman who’s about to marry a pantry wearing submissive male should ask herself,” she said, her tone candid, almost teasing. “And the answer? It’s better—and more complicated—than you think.”
She leaned forward, eyes glinting.
“First, a sissified husband isn’t just obedient—he’s utterly devoted. If Luka not only admits what he is but embraces it, he can be completely broken down and rebuilt through discipline and training. By working together he can be stripped of his false pride and feeble masculinity, and rebuilt to serve you—to worship your every command, to crave your dominance and attention.”
Kat’s voice dipped lower, more intimate.
“Think about it. A chastised sissy doesn’t hide behind bravado or bullshit. He’s stripped of all the macho pride and toxic masculinity most men cling to. When you take control, you don’t just have a husband—you have a devoted, obedient plaything molded by your will. His chastity cage isn’t a symbol of weakness; it is a badge of honor, a constant reminder that he belongs to you and you alone.”
Anna’s brow furrowed, struggling to grasp.
“But… why does he want that? Why would a man want to be humiliated, controlled like that? Wouldn't that destroy most men?”
Kat’s smile deepened, a slow, knowing curve that hinted at both authority and understanding. “It doesn’t destroy him, Anna. It frees him. You see, for men like Luka, who carry secret desires and hidden shame, submission and chastity are not punishments—they are salvation. Being humiliated, controlled, and owned gives them permission to shed the unbearable weight of pretense and toxic expectations. It allows them to be their true selves, without fear or facade.”
Her eyes locked with Anna’s.
“Luka’s small penis, his panty fetish, his eagerness to be humiliated—these aren’t failings. They’re signals of a man who’s desperate to be contained, who wants to be reduced to something manageable and owned. And that need makes him incredibly dependable—because a cuckolded sissy fears disappointing their partner more than anything else in the world.”
Kat’s voice grew firmer.
“You want a husband who’s not going to cheat, not going to challenge your authority, not going to gaslight or manipulate you. That’s what Luka can offer. He'll eventually be trained to serve, to accept discipline, to worship. You'll dismantle him. Piece by fragile piece, until nothing remains of the man he pretended to be. And in that destruction, you forge something far more valuable: a creature utterly dependent on your will, he'll find pleasure in your power, and that creates a dynamic where you can both look for pleasure while in each other's company.”
Anna swallowed, the enormity of it settling in. "Why does it make me feel so selfish?"
Kat’s eyes softened for a fraction, a flicker of understanding beneath her cool exterior. “Because it is selfish, Anna. And that’s the point.”
She leaned back, folding her hands as if preparing to deliver a verdict wrapped in velvet.
“True power—real female supremacy—is unapologetically selfish. It’s about claiming what you deserve without guilt or hesitation. You are entitled to pleasure, control, and respect. To demand obedience and devotion. To bend the world—and the men in it—to your will.”
Kat’s gaze sharpened, locking onto Anna’s as if daring her to deny it.
“Don’t fear that selfishness, Anna. Harness it. Revel in it. Let it fuel you as you write the rules of your marriage. Because in this dynamic, you are the axis around which everything turns. And Luka? He exists to orbit your brilliance, to serve as your tether to the pleasures of control and surrender.”
Anna’s breath hitched, the truth settling like fire in her veins. The guilt, the hesitation—they seemed distant now, swallowed by the intoxicating gravity of possibility.
“But how do I start?” Anna asked, voice barely a whisper, both tentative and hungry.
Kat smiled, that precise, knowing smile that promised both challenge and reward.
“Start by owning every part of you. Your desires, your demands, your limits. Then, set clear rules for Luka. Chastity, discipline, obedience. Reward his submission, but never let him forget who holds the keys—both literal and figurative.”
She tapped a finger lightly on the notebook.
“Create rituals that reinforce his place beneath you. Make humiliation a tool, not a punishment. Let his shame be a language you speak fluently, a reminder of his devotion and your control.”
Anna’s eyes gleamed with newfound clarity, the last traces of doubt melting away.
“I want that,” she breathed. “I want to be that woman.”
Kat’s smile deepened, fierce and approving.
“Good. Then we can begin.”