Femdom Fiction – Heather and Dickie

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Original Femdom Fiction

It’s 5:30 and I am right where I’m supposed to be. In fact I just barely made it in time. Heather really piled chores on me today, and boy, was I lucky to finish them. I got to my position next to the door as I am required to do at exactly 5:30 and wait for Heather to come home per her requirements with just a few minutes to spare. Anything less than this is dealt with without prejudice. I know from past experience not being in my place at the door at the required time can get me into some severe trouble. There’ve been a few times when she’s snuck up on me just to check if I was in my place, kneeling, at exactly 5:30. I regret to say she caught me more than once and I paid for it dearly with my skin. Other times she’s been hours late and I dare not move from my place until she gets home.

You see, for the past three years of our five year marriage we have been living 24/7 female dominant lifestyle.

It really wasn’t that difficult to slip into. In fact I think we both knew from way before we were married that she was the dominant figure in our relationship. For as long with that we’ve been together it’s always been “she snaps her fingers, and I jump.” Heather is a strong and sometimes arrogant woman. She seems to take great satisfaction in dominating me in her sometimes mean-spirited, sometimes cold and harsh, and sometimes gleefully sadistic ways. There is no pretension in her dominance and I have always accepted my position in our relationship. Heather has always said that I was pussy from the day I was born and she’s convinced me she’s right.

So now I wait for her to come home from work. I work from home but I am mainly a domesticated husband. Heather is the real breadwinner in the marriage. Every day I’m given a list of chores to do while she’s at work making the money. This is our normal. I’ve been reminded of my low place as my German-made stainless steel chastity belt has been pinching me all day. I struggle to find a comfortable position where it won’t bite at my skin while kneeling next to the door. I’m also scared of what she will do when she sees the little stain I managed to get on the white panties with the pink Ruffles I’m required to wear over top of my chastity belt. I hope she’s not in a bad mood again tonight.

It’s ten after six when I finally hear her car pull into the driveway. I hear the familiar sound of her heels crossing the porch to the front door. She opens the door and is finally standing in front of her kneeling pussy whipped husband. I gaze up at my beautiful 35-year-old wife from below. Her ample breasts swing ever so slightly in her cleavage filled top as she drops her purse on the table next to the door.

Did you get everything done?” She asked me in an aloof and dismissive manner. There’s no hello how are you for me.

Yes Heather, I completed everything you told me to do. The lawn is mowed, the oven is clean, I re-washed all the windows, polished the silverware, and cleaned all the baseboards in the house.

Without even looking at me she pats me condescendingly on the cheek and says “good boy.” She walks over to the couch and gestures me to follow her. “Take care of my feet now” she tells me in an exhausted manner as she plops down on the couch. “I’ve been on them all day and they’re killing me.” I carefully remove her shoes. I can feel the heat from her well used feet as I peel off her socks revealing her tired and sweaty peds. Without delay I insert the toes from her left foot into my mouth and began sucking and licking on and around them. Collecting all the toe jam and stray sock fuzz in my mouth and then swallowing it. “I won’t be needing any supper made. I ate before I came home” she says. The news of this disappoints me as I’m only allowed to eat whatever scrap she doesn’t and she didn’t bring home any leftovers. Looks like I’ll be hungry again tonight until she allows me something to eat. She has made it clear that I’m too fat anyway and I humbly accept her judgment.

Go get my purse” she says to me. As I get up to go get her purse I hear her say “what the fuck is that on your panties.” As I grab her purse and return to her feet I hand her purse as I meekly tell her that I got a little dirt on them while I was washing the baseboards.

You stupid little shit head, you managed to get a stain on your favorite little pussy panties?” “Can’t you manage to be more careful or is that too hard for your stupid ass.”

As I began my explanation her phone rings inside her purse and I am cut off with a sharp “shut up.” She snaps her fingers and points back down at her feet as she answers her phone with a cheery hello. I go back to quietly taking care of her feet with my mouth, cleaning off the sweat, toe jam, and sock fuzz.

I can’t help but overhear her end of the conversation. “Hello? Hi, yeah I just got home”……… “Yeah it was a long one.” She giggles a little bit as she says “yeah I did”….. “yeah he’s here”……. “who cares”….. “he can deal with it” she says as she lets out a laugh. I feel embarrassed as I quietly tend to her feet knowing I’ve been derided to whoever it is she is talking to. I might never even know who that is. She might tell me, she might not. I know better than to ask. Heather doesn’t allow me prying into her business.

All right, see you” she says just before she ends her phone conversation. She then turns her attention back to me.

Now Dickie,” using the silly nickname she bestowed on me and with no trace of the pleasant demeanor she had while talking on her phone.

the fuck did you do to your panties?”

Humbly explain that while I was on the floor cleaning the baseboards I managed to get a little dirt water on them. She reaches back into her purse and pulls out her pack of cigarettes. After picking one out and lighting it she leans over towards me with her lit cigarette in her hand and grabs my nipple giving it a heart twist.

The fuck is wrong with you?” “You’ve only had those panties month and you’ve already stained them.”

I’m sorry ma’am. I tried to be careful. It won’t happen again.”

Those need to be cleaned and I mean right now. Take those off and suck that fucking stain off right now.” I get up to remove the panties, find the stain, place it directly in my mouth, and began sucking the grimy filth off my ruffled panties.

Go get the nylon rod and then get back here and get your ass in the air.” “I guess I have to teach you to be a little more careful.”

I scurry off with the panties in my mouth to her bedroom to retrieve the nylon rod. I return and place myself on my knees with my ass up and head down in front of her.

I’m really not in the mood for your shit tonight” She she says with heavy sigh.

After judging her swing a few times to make sure the nylon rod makes good contact on my already bruised ass from previous transgressions, I hear the familiar swoosh and the immediate searing pain from the first stroke. One after another, nylon rod makes contact with my helpless ass. Each stroke brings searing pain. I focus on sucking on my panties in an effort to remain composed and docile.

Are you going to get your panties dirty again?

I shake my head no.

Are you going to be more careful with your panties?” She says as she rains down her painful lesson on my ass.

I am emphatically nod my head yes.

Are you sure?” “Because if this isn’t enough to teach you to be more careful, I can certainly find more ways to do it.”

I enthusiastically nod my head yes mumbling the words yes ma’am through the panties.

You better.” “Because it won’t get any easier on you if you don’t.”

The strokes from the rod continue to reign firery pain on my ass until she stops and I feel it poking me on my abused ass.

She’s quietly pokes and pods my tortured ass for a few seconds until she breaks the silence by telling me to go get her shower ready and wait for her in the bathroom.

………To be continued

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