Owned by the Femdom Architect

SHE BUILT ME JUST TO BREAK ME I used to be a man. I ran the crews and built the foundations of this city. Now, I am nothing more than the dirt beneath my wife’s designer heels. Isadora is an architect of ruin, and I am her greatest project. She stripped me of my clothes and my name, leaving me naked and exposed on the very job sites I once commanded. The steel cage around my waist is a constant reminder of her absolute control. My pride was the first thing to crumble. My dignity followed soon after. I crawl through the grass of our estate to serve as a footstool for her friends. The rugged foreman I once was is dead. I no longer crave my freedom or the touch of another. I only crave the mercy of her ownership. I am a slave to her design.