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The Cruel Wife Returns
A New
Start
I had no money, no job and nowhere
to live. So I scrounged what I could get
off of the streets. I was arrested twice
for vagrancy but when the judge heard my tale, he let me off both times. And then one day a kind old woman saw me
begging, wearing my tattered and dirty French Maid's uniform and offered me a
place to stay in exchange for me doing some of her housework for her. She even loaned me some of her dead husband's
clothes to wear. It was a joy to get out
of those dirty clothes and into fresh and clean ones, but I have to tell you it
felt strange to be in denim and flannel instead of satin and lace.
Mrs. Morris was a very kind
soul. She did expect me to cook and
clean in exchange for my meals and lodging but she was not demanding and in no
way was she cruel. We spent many
evenings after dinner sitting out on her back patio, sipping a glass of
wine. She urged me to tell her my story
and became so fascinated by it that she suggested that I begin writing it down,
first as a diary and then as a book. Of
course I changed the names, which probably did no good as everyone I had ever
met had already seen my cuckold videos or had seen me in action as I waited on
them while they were in bed with Ruth.
It took me a long time to finish the
story and an even longer time finding someone willing to publish it. It started out small but soon it caught on
and before I knew it I was making enough in royalties so that I could actually
afford my own place to live. And that
was just in time as one day when I went to serve Mrs. Morris her breakfast I
found her still in her bed. She had
passed peacefully in the night. So once
again I was on my own.
I found a nice cozy little apartment
not far from the downtown district. It
was nice to be able to walk most places I needed to go, as my driver's license
had run out long ago and I did not have a vehicle to use to take the test to
get it reinstated. And as my book
continued to sell I found that if I needed to go some place beyond walking
distance, I could afford to take a cab.
My biggest problem was
loneliness. I had no friends and my
family was not on speaking terms with me, so most nights it was just 100
channels of cable television and me.
So I started taking walks down to
the local pub. I made friends easily
enough until one of them would come across my videos that were still
circulating on the Internet and then although I was in the middle of a crowded
bar I was once again alone.
Fortunately, my publisher arranged a book tour and I was kept busy for
the vast majority of my days autographing copies of my book in various
bookstores and libraries. It was hard
for me to believe that people actually wanted my signature on their book but
those same people would shun me in a social setting.
During the course of these events, I
did start to meet a few women who were willing to go out with me to dinner or
for cocktails. It didn't take long for
me to discover that they were not really interested in my conversation but in
what my money could buy for them. I had
one bad experience after another and so I finally gave up.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Cruel Wife Book Day 2
The Cruel Wife Returns
I Try to Rebel
The next day when I got up I noticed
that the two new lovers were still in Ruth’s room. I went down and made a pot of coffee. All of my clothes were in the master bedroom
and so I had retrieved my dirty clothes from the day before and had put them
on. I had made up my mind to leave as
soon as I could get into the room to collect a few things. Let the whole world know that I was a
bootlicker for all I cared. This little
cuckold experiment was the last straw.
I sat down and started to drink my
coffee when my wife and Howard came into the kitchen. Pour us a cup slave.” Ruth said with a huge grin on her face.
“Pour your own slut.” I spit back at her. I didn’t even look up to acknowledge her
presence. I didn’t see it coming. Howard had always been a talker and not a
fighter but I was lying on my ass with spilled coffee surrounding me before I
hardly had the words out of my mouth.
“You will not speak that way to Ruth
or I will cut the damned tongue out of your mouth. Crawl to her and apologize.”
“Fuck you, Howard. I am not taking
any more shit from either of you.” I
started to get to my feet when Ruth’s booted foot caught me squarely in the
solar plexus. I rolled over to protect
my stomach from her and Howard kicked me in the ass. They kept taking turns as if my body was a
soccer ball being passed around the field of play.
When I was finally nearly
unconscious and was curled up in the fetal position they finally decided to
give themselves a rest. “Wow, that was
quite a workout,” Ruth exclaimed.
As they sat down, I decided I would
try to get up and get out. I had
attained my knees but was having trouble rising to my feet when Ruth spoke up
again.
“Don’t even think about getting any
further than your knees, slave. You made
quite a mess of my floor. Lick it
clean.” And by that time Howard was up
and standing close enough to start the kicking process over again.
“You heard her pussy boy. I want every last drop of coffee licked up
off that floor and then you will crawl to Ruth and beg her forgiveness.”
I figured that this was not the time
to make a stand. I was no match for the
two of them and truthfully I might not have been a match for just Howard. So with disgust,
I lowered my head and began sucking up as much coffee as I could before
actually beginning to lick the rest from the tile. Besides,
I had done far more disgusting things recently.
When I was sure that I had cleaned
the floor to my wife’s specifications, I did crawl to her and began groveling
at her feet asking for her forgiveness.
“While you are down there show
Howard what a good boot licker you have become.” And she stuck the boot against my mouth and ground the sole against my
lips. Normally I would have loved doing
that for her but with Howard sitting there and smirking at me it was not nearly
as pleasant. But I did my best to make
Ruth happy.
When they finished their coffee and
had their fill of humiliating me, they dragged me into the living room and sat
me down on my knees in front of our big-screen.
Ruth put in a disc and hit play.
The first part was what I expected, me on my knees begging her to let me
lick her boots. Even I could not believe
how much dirt and grime I had ingested and I really did not desire anyone else
close to me to see those tapes. But that
was not nearly as bad as what came later.
The shots of me guiding Howard’s cock into Ruth and then cleaning an
obvious creampie out of her cunt afterward was more than I could bare to have get into the wrong hands. And the sad part was that the look on my face
was not one of duress, but rather one of intense pleasure. There would be no spinning of the fact that I
was not being forced.
“You do realize that you have an
especially hard whipping coming your way, do you not, slave?”
“Yes, mistress,” I said with fear in my voice.
"We will save that for
later. Today you are going be spending
quality time in several of my favorite salons.
By the end of the day, you will be
free of all that nasty body hair, you will be fitted for a nice feminine wig,
your nails lengthened and polished and you will have a complete new feminine
wardrobe, including several French Maid's uniforms. Your appointments have been perfectly timed
out, so make sure that you are on time for each of them. If you are more than five minutes late getting
back here and wearing the correct apparel, I will begin sending out video
files, starting with your sister, then your mother, then your father, each of
your friends. Well, I think you get the
idea. If you are too late then every
person you know, are related to or work with will see you as the cuckold you
are.
My first stop was a salon
specializing in body waxing. This is by
far the most painful experience that I have ever endured. Even Ruth's hardest whipping did not compare
to having yards of hair ripped out by the roots.
With each progressive appointment, I
became less manly and more feminine in appearance. Of course no amount of makeup, lipstick, eyeshadow or bra form could really make me look
like a woman. But by the time they were
through with me, I did look somewhat like a homely man in drag. It took a little longer to properly fit me
with my new corset and lace it until the last bit of air was pushed out of my
lungs, so I was 7 minutes late getting back to the house, dressed in full
maid's regalia. I hoped that Ruth was
only trying to scare me but I knew she wasn't when my phone rang and I saw my
sisters number come up on the caller ID.
I answered it and the first words out of my sister's mouth were: "Jesus Christ, Herb, when did you become
such a pansy? I hope to hell, no one
else sees these pictures. It would kill
your mother to see you like that. For
Christ's sake get some professional help."
And she hung up before I could tell her professional help was what got
me into this mess.
I walked into the house crestfallen.
"Herb, it is too bad you weren't three minutes later. I was just preparing to send the next set out
to dear old mom. But, I guess I will
just have to wait until you fail in another task."
I am sure that most of you know the
rest of the story. Ruth kept heaping
more and more work onto me until I was
only allowed three hours of sleep a night.
She tired of fucking Howard and moved on to Bill, my best friend. Of course Bill told every single person I
knew or was acquainted with about my status as a cuckold.
It took Ruth
nearly another year to completely break me to the point that I agreed to sign
everything I owned over into her name.
And then she finally allowed me to move out. She even let me keep my feminine garments
before she kicked me to the curb
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