Angry Wife
I walked into my house to a complete shock. I didn’t
notice her attire so much as her attitude. My wife Gwen was mad, and not
just irritated. Boiling mad. She was wearing a black corset and stockings.
I
had seen her wear them before, but never with such an air of confidence,
never with that “fuck you” look on her face. I knew I was in for it
when she opened with, “David you twisted, sick fuck.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I
said.
She pulled a credit card statement from behind
her on the couch. “Does this ring any bells? Three hundred dollars in
phone sex charges? You seem completely shocked. Didn’t think you’d get
caught? Yes, they are discretely billed as BNR enterprises, but it wasn’t
that hard to figure out. If you’d kept it within reason I never would
have noticed, but three hundred dollars is enough to attract attention.”
She pulled a magazine from the couch. “It seems I’ve been quite the
little detective today. I not only found out the charges were for phone
sex, I even found the ad where you got the phone number. Helga’s House
of Humiliation? Where male sluts are treated like the whores they are?
What the hell is going on with you?”
“I... wah... uh...”
“Quit sniveling you sick fuck.”
“I can explain.”
“You can’t explain a damn thing. I’ve been
married to you ten years only to find out you’re so pathetic that you
pay a woman to humiliate you over the phone? Why did you keep this
fascination of yours secret from me?” I couldn’t seem to answer. “Were
you ashamed?” My silence seemed to agree with her. “Did you think if I
knew you were into this sort of thing I would no longer respect you, that
I would no longer consider you the head of this household?” I sort of
nodded. She wasn’t far off base. “Well your dirty little secret is
out. I know. There’s no going back.” She exhaled and paused. “You’re
a good husband, a good father and a good 
man.
When we got married we made a promise to be each other’s every fantasy.
I intend to live up to that promise. If you want to be humiliated and
dominated by a female, then you crawl on your hands and knees, kiss my
feet and beg me to do it. I can swing a whip with the best of them. If you
attempt in any way to indulge your perversions outside of this marriage...”
She walked right up to me, shoving her body against mine. My hand fell
against her bare upper thigh. “...then you will never touch this body
again. Have I made myself crystal clear?”
She walked out the room. Gwen was a strong woman.
We had been through a lot together, good and bad. I have to admit she
handled the situation well. After taking a few minutes to think I went to
find her. She was seated at the kitchen table, still wearing that “fuck
you” look. She
said, “Well, what is it?” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to
apologize. I wanted to hug her. She had made it clear that was not going
to happen, at least not yet. Without a word I got on my knees, crawled
over to her and kissed her feet. After kissing them for a few minutes I
sat back against my heels and looked up at her. She gave me an icy cold
stare and one word, “Strip.” Still kneeling, I managed to remove my
clothing. “Let’s get one thing clear. You are not being punished. You
have already been forgiven for this once. Just remember ‘once’ is all
you get.” She paused. “If you like, if this is a fantasy you want to
play out, then I will dominate, humiliate and punish you, but only because
it’s something you want. Is it?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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