Femdom Fiction – The Country Life

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Original Femdom Fiction.

She is really late getting home.  The early morning light is just ever so slightly turning the night into day and I’m starting to worry about her as any loving husband would. It’s not the first time she’s been out all night.In fact,she’s been out all weekend before.  But those have usually been planned out beforehand or I get a phone call where she gives me a directive on how I should spend my time until she gets back.

Lisa is very strict with me.  I live under her house rules every day and night 24/7.  I have privileges that she routinely grants and takes away as she see fit as well as any additional restrictions and punishments as directed by her.  I make no decisions on my own and if I want to stay on her good side,I do as I am told.  Trust me,her bad side can be a dangerous and miserable place.  Lisa can be very temperamental and that temper can flare up swiftly.  Since long before we were married it has more or less been like this.  Lisa and I both fell into our natural roles of the leader and the led respectively.  Marriage only tightened her grip.  Now as I stand by the window and wait for the headlights of her car to illuminate the country road we live on and and turn into the driveway,I wonder to what brought me to this moment.  What did I willingly marry into?

By someone outside looking in,Lisa would be very much thought of as a trophy wife.  She is a flawless 5’8″ mid-framed light complected brunette former gymnast with blue eyes and a natural pout.  Her natural 38d breasts invariably swung when she moves and her perfect ass is just as animated with jiggle when she walks.  Her clothes always accentuated her beauty but then again she could wear a burlap bag and still look incredible.  One look at her and you’ll know why my desire for her gave her the carte blanche to entrap me.

Most of the other females who know her hate her.  Mostly because their boyfriends all love her and she always had lots of guy friends.  I am not the most handsome or the smartest male by far.  I make money but I’m no millionaire either so most could not believe I ever bagged such a amazing woman.  Little did they know she was not the one who was bagged.  I was.

So here I am at daybreak waiting eagerly for Lisa to come home.  The time is almost here!  She promised she would finally let me out of my chastity belt to jerk off and cum for the first time in 8 weeks!  Eight long weeks I’ve been waiting and hoping.  Eight weeks.  Eight weeks in this diabolical belt.  I still remember that humiliating trip to Germany to have it custom made for me.  This isn’t just another stainless belt,it’s a custom made one fitted for maximum security consisting of a stainless steel circle that runs under and completely around my bloated heavy balls up into a form fitted front panel where different tubes can be fitted and locked on to encapsulate my cock.  This allows Lisa to freely fit me with a different tube without taking the whole belt off or leave the tube left off for one of my rare milkings or ruined orgasms.  Some of these tube attachments are as vicious as you might expect as some have spikes and other vicious features fitted and designed to punish the penis it surrounds.  My penis.  The whole device the goes around my waist where it all locks under the small of my back.  I can’t pick the lock.  I cannot even see it without the aide of a mirror.  You can also add extra straps to wear it similar to a jock if need be and of course,Lisa made sure it was able to hold a variety of butt plugs in place too.  For those of you who fantasize about long term chastity;there is a real difference between fantasy and really living it.

I can’t wait to be finally out of it. I have managed to do everything to Lisa’s standards and not upset her this week even after my additional  punishment for asserting myself a week ago.  She deals with any back talk,sass or any perceived insolence swiftly. Last Friday was one such incident.  Lisa found a spot on the kitchen floor and I tried to explain to her I didn’t see it and it was from the day her and her friends were doing their hair.

The slap across my face was swift and hard,”WHAT?,ARE YOU BLAMING ME FOR THAT?” her screaming bellowing through the house “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU BLAME ME FOR THAT!!”

“No Lisa I’m not blaming you I just…”

SLAP!  And another slap hits my face before I realize I better just shut up.

“YOU JUST WHAT?” “THERE’S ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE AND IT WASN’T ME WHO MADE IT WAS IT?”

“But the day your friends were here and they colored their hair…”

“SO NOW IT’S MY FRIENDS WHO MADE THAT MESS??” “WHO WAS HELPING????” “WHO?”

Her anger boiling to the surface manifesting itself with her loud screams and repeated slaps across my face.

“I….I did Lisa.”

“WELL NO SHIT.” “FINALLY SOME TRUTH.SO WHO’S FAULT IS IT?

Realizing I’m not about to get anywhere I finally say what I should have said to begin with.

“It’s my fault Lisa..I’m..I’m sorry.  It will never happen again.”

Her rage finally began to subside but there were no pleasantries in her demeanor.

“How dare you.  How dare you try to explain away something that’s clearly your fault and then to have the gall to blame everyone but yourself.  Do you think you run this place now?”

“No Lisa,I don’t…”Her annoyed,pissed off toned voice cut me off.

“So do you think you can just lie about who’s fault is what around here?”

I swallowed,looking down,my face reddened from the slaps now burn with the humiliation of her lecturing.

“ANSWER ME”

“No Lisa.  I don’t I’m sorry.”  I gulped out.  “It’s my fault and I’ll never do it again.  Please forgive me.”

She grabs me by the hair and forces me to look straight into her angry but beautiful face.  “I won’t tolerate this shit from you.  It’s your job to keep this place clean.  I expect you to do your job.  I’m sick of hearing excuses.  You can forget about your jerk off release and maybe a week in your pussy clothes will adjust your behavior.”

“But…”

“AGAIN WITH THE BUTS???!!  WOULD YOU LIKE THREE MORE WEEKS IN CHASTITY AND YOUR PUSSY CLOTHES TOO??”

“No m’am.  I’m sorry.”

“You’re fucking A right you’re sorry you sniveling little fucker.”

“Go get your pussy clothes….I want you in the pink and white outfit…NOW!”

I scamper off to retrieve the clothes I will wear for the week as additional punishment.

“I want the white stockings,the pink and white open cup corset and the sheer panties with the frills on the butt.  I want the heels locked on around your ankles.  And don’t forget the garter around your neck,the cuffs and your perfume,faggot.”

That all happened a week ago.  The outfit has been changed a few times but I am still in my pussy clothes.  I am still dressed like a cheap sissy,heels still locked on my feet and reeking of cheap dollar store perfume.  Wearing my pussy clothes 24/7  is extremely humiliating but I quietly endure my punishment without further complaint.  Sometimes she is merciful and unlocks the heels from my sore feet at night.  I am grateful for her kindness.

To Be Continued…

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