Here is an appetizer for one
of my books. It is entitled "The
Cruel Wife Returns". If you would
like the full meal click the link below:
There was no doubt that Ruth
had done a number on me. I doubt that
any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth. And we had such a wonderful marriage for a
great number of years. And then she had
started reading female dominant blogs on the Internet. She was particularly fond of those dealing
with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving and the husbands
receiving. I of course knew nothing
about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various
flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.
I asked her what the hell
she was going on about and she told me that she had decided to take control of
our marriage and that she would be taking corrective measures to make sure that
I became a more attentive and obedient husband.
Of course I looked at her as
if she had two heads. “In our marriage
vows, I believe that it was you that promised to love, honor and obey, not the
other way around.”
“You don’t have a very good
memory then.” Ruth declared. “I only promised to love, not the other two
words you just inserted after the fact.
But unless you decide you want to obey me, we are headed for the nearest
divorce court. I am tired of doing all
the work in this house and I am tired of having my needs ignored.”
“I guess you are going to
have to be a little more specific about what you are asking. I thought that I have been doing my fair
share of the house work and I have no idea what needs I have been ignoring.”
“Let’s take it one thing at
a time then.” Ruth started. “Who does most of the cooking?”
“Well, you do but that is
because you are the better cook. I can
and do barbeque on the weekends to give you a break, but if I was to take over
the regular cooking we would both die of ptomaine poisoning.”
“And you never thought to
spend some of your Internet time on learning to be a better cook instead of on
pornography?”
“I will have you know that I
don’t spend a lot of time searching for pornography.” I said with a straight face.
“You forget we share a home
computer and I am not as stupid as you are.
I know how to check the history.”
Well, I decided to let that
one, drop for a little while. “Ok, so
please go on with your list of my faults.”
“Who spends more time
cleaning up after meals, you or I?”
“I think it is about
equal.” I defended myself.
“Really, when was the last
time you scoured out a cooking pan or cleaned the stove top? And I know you have never cleaned out the
refrigerator or the oven in your life.
And who does all the laundry and cleans the bathrooms and vacuums the
carpets?”
“Ok, so maybe I have not
been the perfect maid. But why are you
bringing this up now? It didn’t seem to
bother you in the past.”
“I am bringing it up
now. Other women have found a way to
train their lazy worthless husbands and so will I.”
“What other women are you
talking about? Has Lois been filling
your head with her feminazi bullshit?”
“This has nothing to do with
Lois, although you could take a lesson from her husband. I have noticed how attentive he is to her
needs, unlike someone I could mention.”
“You keep throwing out this
attentive to needs line. What needs do
you have that I am ignoring?”
“When was the last time you
brought flowers home for me or when was the last time you bought me some sexy
underwear, or when was the last time you washed my back, or gave me a foot
massage, or a cream rub. And when was
the last time you spent more than five minutes trying to get me ready for sex
before climbing aboard and sticking little Willy Winkie into me?”
“Wow, we have gone from
housework to small penis humiliation in one easy leap.”
“Well, you asked me, so I am
telling you. Surely you didn’t think
that I was really getting off with a two minute drill with a four inch cock?”
I had taken enough of her
abuse for one night and so I got up and walked towards the door. I had no idea where I was going but I knew I
was going away from Ruth.
“You walk out that door and
I swear to God, you will regret it.” She yelled at my departing back.
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