Hoods, high-heels and humiliation! For helpless husbands!

Consensual slavery within marriage - we examine the motives and the methods!

Men are natural predators - always watching for signs of helplessness, weakness and fear. When the tables are turned, when a wife sees her husband exposed, vulnerable and frightened - she cannot resist her own predatory instincts.

The incredible, behind-the-scenes stories, of three bizarre role-swap couples!

'Some deep primal instinct was aroused,' Explains Andrea. 'Colin only wore the hood and high-heeled slippers for about five minutes and yet that was more than enough time for me to see him in a totally different light. It wasn't even a proper hood - just a nylon bag with a drawstring - but the minute I placed it over his head and pulled the string tight at his throat something stirred within me. He actually wanted to take it off right away, his fear was that obvious, but I gently teased him and he reluctantly allowed me to walk him about the room. When I began to undress him he became a little calmer. I don't know why I thought of my slippers. Maybe I wanted to see a bit more of the fear; anyway I sat him on the edge of the bed and placed one pink slipper onto his foot. When Colin asked what I was up to I slapped his thigh and told him to keep quiet. Once the second, three-inch heel was on his other foot I hauled Colin to his feet. He swayed. I gripped his arm. A shudder ran through my husband's naked body. He raised his arm as though to remove the hood. 'Just take a couple of steps first,' I breathed, 'I won't let you fall.'

Colin took a few hesitant steps, panic emanated from him in waves, he was like a man on a high wire! But I wasn't interested in the effect on Colin, no; I was far more interested in what was happening to me. I wanted Colin, I wanted to take him and use him. I shoved him towards the bed. He squealed in fear! As he fell onto the bed I jumped on top of him. At that precise moment I knew that my sex life would never be the same again. I had no idea just how much the rest of my life would change as well!

'You say you want to understand what I mean by helpless - okay, try this -' Judy whispered.

Steve watched his wife's face with a growing unease. They were both getting dressed. He'd told her how sexy she looked in the tight skirt she'd worn at last night's dinner engagement. His casual compliment had provoked her in a way he didn't understand. 'I didn't look sexy,' was her instant retort. 'I looked helpless, and my weakness excited you. It made you feel strong and masterful in comparison, it had nothing to do with sex, just power.'

He had laughed, not a good idea, saying, 'your tight skirt show off the finest ass and the prettiest thighs I've ever seen on any woman - if that makes me guilty of anything - I confess.'

Judy's eyes flashed. 'You saw me as vulnerable - that's what a mean means when he says a woman looks sexy - and I can prove it. If you want me to that is.'

He knew she'd backed him into a corner. 'I want to understand what I've said to make you mad at me,' he told her warily. 'I don't believe that my admiration for the clothes you wear has anything to do with a male power trip.'

His wife kicked off her high-heeled slippers. 'Last night I wore five-inch stilettos as I'm sure you noticed -'

Steve smiled faintly, this was getting serious, but he couldn't seem to control her. 'Of course I noticed, you'd complain if I didn't.'

Judy ignored him adding, 'so, put my slippers on, they're only a three-inch heel but I'm sure you'll get the idea.'

He held both hands out, raised an eyebrow. 'You want me to wear your slippers?' He flushed; just saying it made his flesh creep.

Judy grinned. 'You say you want to understand what I mean by helpless - okay, try this - imagine you are me, just for a few minutes - agreed?'

He nodded, 'agreed, I'm you.'

'Now see yourself last night, dressed as I was. My five-inch stilettos, my tight skirt - and - you are alone. It's dark, you are lost, and you can't find your car. Put my slippers on, get into the mood I'm creating.'

He was wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts. With a resigned sigh he shoved each of his feet inside the toes of her back-less slippers. Almost instantly he had a sense of what she was talking about - his whole body swayed slightly as he tried to accommodate the extra height and the lack of balance afforded by the three-inch heels.

Judy saw the expression on his face and nodded, 'you see, you don't feel quite so confident now. So, you are lost, alone and if not scared, a little worried - yes?'

Steve blew air from his lungs. 'Yes.'

Judy went to the window; she closed the curtains turning the room dark. 'You hear a noise, you turn and see a man with a knife. You know what he wants, you have no choice but to run - you see your car at last, if you can only get to it, before he gets to you - run!'

Steve ran - or tried to - the slippers got in his way! He staggered against the dressing table and Judy caught him in her arms.

'Okay,' he whispered, 'you win, I get the picture.'

Judy wasn't listening. 'Now try it with the skirt, the tight skirt, the skirt that excites you so much. Just once in your life see it all from a woman's perspective. See life from my side of the fence.'

He didn't move. Couldn't move. He didn't dare refuse her, and yet he didn't dare encourage her.

Judy suddenly understood his dilemma. She moved quickly, decisively. Her black satin skirt was draped carelessly over the back of a chair. She held it out saying, 'sit on the bed Steve.'

'If you want anyone to feel helpless obscuring their vision is a good way to begin,' says Wilma. 'Everyone knows that fear is the key to control but there are few effective ways for a woman to induce fear in a man. Husbands instinctively trust their wives - so fear is hard to create. The first time Gordon wore a hood he changed in ways hard to imagine. He had to lean on my arm just to move around the house. Sensory deprivation heightens awareness but also aids the imagination and induces fear. I could raise my husband's blood pressure by saying 'I could have any number of people in the room and you would never know.'

Gordon would shiver with fear! Over the next few weeks I experimented with a variety of hoods and blindfolds. One in particular helped us both towards the life we wanted. It was a leather hood with tiny straps at the back for his thumbs. Now Gordon was truly helpless. Naked, his hands secure at the back of his head; blinded by the hood he was entirely dependent on me. I talked to him as I used him. As I dressed him and as I walked him from room to room. I could smack his bare buttocks. I could take him into the garden. I could invite my friends or my mother to witness how much control I had. Gordon listened, became very afraid. I was now in control!'

'Men are helpless when faced with their fear of humiliation,' Katy explains. 'I once tied a pink satin ribbon in my husband's hair. He had arrived home drunk in the middle of the day my mother was due for a visit. Then he fell sleep on the couch! That's when I did it, part revenge, and part joke. He awoke to find me and Mummy giggling at him!

It was an hour before he saw the ribbon in his hair. He wasn't amused. He was terrified! He tore the offending ribbon from his hair and ran from the room. I didn't realise how significant the incident was at the time, but Mummy did. She placed the pink ribbon in her purse with a knowing expression on her face.

I saw her use my husband's fear a few days later. We were having lunch with a few friends and relatives. Mummy asked if he could stay behind and help tidy up. My husband was about to refuse; he hates what he calls women's work but at that exact moment Mummy took the satin ribbon from her purse. My husband went white. He looked like he'd seen a ghost! And he agreed to help! 'That's what happens with a single pink ribbon,' Mummy told me later, 'imagine what he'd do if he were wearing pink panties!'

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