Have and Hold by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Have and Hold – Edith and Simon. Married for years and perhaps the shine is starting to be lost from a marriage that is becoming just routine. When Edith’s reaction to his little games are less of a shock than Simon expected, he realises that there is a game afoot. But, Simon is not the earner, Edith is, the boot is on her foot! Simon has no friends to help him, Edith has her mother and Carol. All in all, it looks as if Simon is just going to have to do as he’s told.

Bit by bit, Edith gains control of her husband by leveraging his fetishes and ‘persuading’ him with threats of her mother’s interest in his fetish! As he is sucked into the game his wife is playing, he begins to fall into her power. This tale is told in two parts…

The first half of the novel takes us through Simon’s experiences as Edith shapes and breaks him to her idea of correct behaviour. The whole of the second half is dedicated to revealing just how Edith plans to take advantage of the situation and have a little fun. Naturally with his permission. After all, he is her husband… How she adds a subtle sadist to her household to help with making her husban’ds life a hell of punishment and humiliation.

By the time that Simon fully appreciates the trap that he is in there is no escape. We see how the dominant Edith moves her husband on a trajectory from which there will be no escape. Enjoying every sweet moment as her husband is twisted out of shape, moulded to become the ideal slave to her passions and trained to savour every punishment and humiliation.

This long novel is a meander through the actions, thoughts and passions of women who savour the delights of having intimate service and obedience as a given. All the moments of intimate bliss, all the thoughts and plans, the twists and turns of female domination in a domestic setting. Love is oppression, passion is service and excitement is lust in a world of obedience and domination.

Setting: UK

F/m, FM/m, F+/m, Humiliation, Chastity, Corporal Punishment, BDSM, Cuckold, Feminisation.

Strength 7/10 – 75,000 Words

Written 2019 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Have and Hold

Part 1 Fetish Husband

Moments Alone

A quick glance from the window into the street. A twitch of the curtains to set them straight, and then a retreat into his own special world. Heart beating fast, a nervous step across the bedroom and Simon was flipping open the laptop and logging in.

It was always like this, a furtive excitement, a helpless obsession that had to be fulfilled no matter what the risk… Of course, the risk of discovery was low, but the consequences were endless. As the screen came to life, Simon waited impatiently before the browser was open. The window into his furtive world, the entrance into a few solitary moments of gratification. Hastily he stripped every shred of his clothing, kicking his shoes under the bed, trousers and T-shirt in a crumpled heap. The muffled sound of a car door slamming in the street outside caused him to jump and peep once more from the slit between the closed curtains to witness the neighbours unpacking bags of groceries from the trunk of their car.

He watched for a moment, as if to be sure that their banal activities were the cause of his panic and then breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way that Edith would be back hours early from the visit to her mother, but the possibility had shaken him. Back to the screen, the fatal log-in, the checkerboard pattern of the various snippets of film, Simon’s cock already standing straight, awaiting attention.

First things first! A delicate pair of knickers. Satin and lace, carefully chosen and given to Edith nearly a year ago in anticipation of his little fetish. He stepped into them and pulled them high, feeling the lace scratch at the inside of his thighs, the cool material enclosing his hanging balls, his erection standing from the waistband. His head was in a whirl as he glanced at the screen of the laptop perched on the bed and decided that today was going to be a singular day.

A risky day… The bathrobe on the back of the door was the façade that could be grabbed at a moment’s notice. Slung on to cover the shame in a trice should the front door open and Edith call to him from the hallway… Once the stockings were on, there could be no quick disguise, it would take valuable seconds.

Almost without volition, his hand reached for the diaphanous stockings and pulled them through his palms. Soft and lacy, the seams a wrinkled line that crinkled them as he sat by the motionless screen and gathered the soft nylon and pulled them on. Now, Simon’s breathing was hard, a rasping effort as he carefully rolled the delicate wisps up his legs and enjoyed the feeling of enclosure.

Carefully, carefully…

Two thoughts enraptured him.

The first was the recollection of Edith.

The second, the feeling of smoothness over his legs.

Just a week ago, she had worn them for him, a rare occasion that had brought tears to his eyes. Unwashed, still bearing the hint of her skin as a perfume that rose to his nostrils as he arranged the double borders on his thighs. If only she had worn the shoes…

The ones that he had given her just a month ago. ‘Too slack,’ she had said. But then there was a good reason that the high heeled stilettos had not fitted. Good that she had not realised why! They fitted him, not her… Tight and gripping his feet as he slipped them onto his feet. Toes narrowed in the rounded uppers, heels lifted high, Simon stood and wobbled to admire the effect in the mirror. His eyes did not see the rough masculine hair that curled under the nylon, the poor fit of the knickers that were too slack for his narrow hips, the clash of black stilettos with the white of the stockings.

What he saw was only what he wanted to see. A transformation of man into a slut, a creation that was uniquely his own. A sexual dream that caused heart to thump and hands to shake as they lowered to take the rampant cock and massage it ever so gently. Tempting, so tempting to go another step, but the exhilaration of risk and emotion overcame his ability to hold back. Hands massaged, the laptop with its offer of canned dreams lay open and unseen, it was just hands and the small moan that slipped from pursed lips.

Further and further. Each time a more intimate and precarious experience. There was no longer much need for the film clip, no longer any requirement for anything but the roiling thoughts in his head. Long strokes and short ones. Control was so difficult when it was all so real, when the fantasy in his head drove his hands, when he was so close to climax. The dream had no storyline, no plot or outline, it was just a vague knowledge that he was a slut that needed to be punished, humiliated for what he was. A paradox, punishing himself for the actions that he could not help himself from acting out.

A gasp, a clenching of thighs, a thrust of hips and his hands moved to catch the outcome. It had all been so real, but now panic took over as reality replaced his vague imagined dream. Two steps in those painful stilettos and he kicked them off. Three more to the en-suite bathroom to clean up and it was over. The stockings folded once more in the drawer, the knickers carefully placed at the bottom of the stack whence they had come, and the shoes parked in the rack next to the others as if they had never been moved.

Laptop lid flicked closed with the film still open. Frozen at the kneeling maid that was the basis of his personal fantasy. Jeans once more on and curtains opened. Down there in the street, his neighbours had returned for the last of the shopping and were struggling with a torn supermarket bag. Has it all been so quick?

Just a few minutes that had been longed and hoped for three days since the last time? Five minutes of pure gratification already fading fast as Simon turned to eye the room carefully and make sure that all was just as it had been when he had arrived. The laptop in his hand, Simon shook his head and resumed his ordinary life.