The
Cruel Wife Returns
A
story of female domination
Prologue Some Past History
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 housework 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 barbecue 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.
And of course, I was not smart
enough to listen. So I walked out the
door and down the street to a neighborhood pub, where I proceeded to use a few
shots of bourbon to numb the humiliation of her words. Well,
to be honest it was more than a few shots and I stayed until the bar had
closed. I have no idea how I got home
that night but thank God I wasn’t driving.
I woke up the next morning, with
three elephants doing a hat dance inside my head. I quickly realized that I was not in my own
bed, or any bed for that matter as my body ached from lying on something much
harder than I was used to. I tried to
get to my feet but for some reason, I could not move them and when I tried to
push with my arms I found they were not working either. Then another realization hit me. I was totally naked and laying on the tile or
our entryway.
“I told you that you would regret
walking out that door.” My wife
announced as she tapped a booted toe against the tile in front of me.
Now I was becoming more aware of my
surroundings. Through the agony of the
worst headache, I had ever experienced I slowly realized that I could not
get up because my hands and feet were bound probably with a clothesline.
“I bet you would really like a nice
hot shower, some strong hot coffee and a half a bottle of aspirin. But all of that is going to have to wait
until I administer your punishment.”
“Don’t you think, I have punished
myself enough?” I begged.
“I am going to untie your ankles so
that I can help you get to your feet.
And then we are going into the living room where I am going to
administer a little domestic discipline.
If you try to avoid it in any way it will be much harder on you. Do you understand what I am telling you?”
“I don’t understand any of this
except that you think you have become a dominatrix all of a sudden.”
“It will all become clear in just a
few minutes.” She then untied my ankles
and put her hand under my arm and helped me
to my feet. I could not move for a few
seconds as the pain in my head made me start to swoon and if Ruth had not been
helping to support me I would have ended up back on the floor. She seemed to realize that I was unsteady and
so she allowed me to just stand there until I got my bearings. Then she led me into the living room where
she had placed one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs. She sat down in it and pulled me over her
nylon-clad knees. If it had not been for
the hangover, it probably would have been a pleasant experience. In any case,
I could feel my cock start to harden and I know that Ruth felt it too.
“You are a God damned pervert,” She announced. “I bring you in for punishment and you turn
it into a sexual episode. Well, we will
see how excited you are after I am through with you.” And she brought her hand down firmly on my
ass. It really was not painful, but I
didn’t want her to know that so I allowed myself to yell ouch and that did
hurt, as my head was ready to explode.
She swung, again and again, I
faked discomfort. I might have got away
with it if my cock had not given me away.
The harder she hit my ass, the harder my dick became. Soon it was poking between her nylon legs and
I could feel droplets of precum starting to form on the tip. She felt it too and forced me off of her
lap.
“This obviously is not going to
work,” She announced. She left me
standing there for a few minutes as she went to retrieve something from the
bedroom. When she came back she was
brandishing one of my belts that she had doubled in half.
“Now, worm, bend over the back of
that chair and we will see how excited you are.” She wailed away at my ass with that belt for
about five minutes and let me tell you I did lose my erection. Once she was satisfied that I was flaccid and
that my ass was bright red, she released my hands and told me to go get cleaned
up, take some aspirin and then I could cook breakfast for the two of us.
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