DreamingOfMyEx
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Hey, there's a reason cliches get to be cliches, right?
You were warned about the content. If you know you won't like it, don't read it. If you read it anyway then criticize the content, then ... well, that makes you just about normal, doesn't it?
for the rest of you, enjoy:
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"Hello Pet, how was work?"
It was awful, as usual, working on hot asphalt in the Southwest in July, with the knowledge August will be even hotter, and the can of greasy cold beef stew I had for lunch has kept me nauseated all afternoon. I would have thrown it up except I needed the energy it provided to keep working.
"It was fine, Miss Perfect."
Miss Perfect, the name she decided for herself the evening we "reconciled" after a year long split. My wife had never been the passive sort but she was a traditionalist, believing in keeping the marriage vows and respecting the husband as head of the home. At some point during our separation she decided to explore her sexuality a bit more, with a particular emphasis on kinks and fetishes she knew would appeal to me. I honestly think she started out doing it for me, to spice up our lives once we got back together, but something snapped in her along the way. Soon she was exploring my kinks to use against me.
"I'm glad to hear it. You don't work tonight, do you?"
My work schedule for both jobs is clearly marked on the calendar she passes a dozen times a day, so she probably knew the answer before she asked. She does that a lot.
"No Ma'am, I have tonight and tomorrow night off, Miss Per....."
I stepped into the bedroom and there She was, sitting at her vanity in nothing but some sexy lingerie, carefully applying makeup to her beautiful face. Even though I was filthy, or because of it, she instructed me to report to her in person as soon as I got home each evening. I think she just wanted to be reminded how awful working conditions were for me. It made spending my money even more fun for her.
"Good, then you can help me get ready for my date."
I was pretty sure she wasn't planning to go anywhere with me that evening.
"Go shower, and be quick about it, then I'll let you pick out something for me to wear."
This might have been my biggest fantasy in a previous life, but it was just that -- Fantasy. Something she could tease me about before making love. To have it become reality wasn't as much fun. I departed "her" bedroom and went to my own bath (pets aren't allowed to use the mistress' bath) and peeled myself out of my dirty sweaty work clothes. We not only had separate hampers for our things, but separate washing machines, so her things wouldn't have to come into contact with mine until they were clean.
Naked, except for my chastity cage, I scrubbed myself as best I could, even using Lava soap on places other than my hands. Aside from when she wanted to see me hot and dirty and suffering, Miss Perfect wouldn't allow me to be anything less that absolutely clean in her presence, or especially when handling her possessions or allowed to touch her perfect body. I dread to think what might happen if my greasy fingers came into contact with any of her club wear.
"Well, you certainly took long enough. Kneel down pet, and do my nails, then you can pick out a sexy dress for me while they dry."
Kneeling in front of her and taking one foot in hand trying to steady myself so I wouldn't make a mess on her toes, I took a deep breath and whispered ...
"I don't suppose ... you and I ...?" I trailed off, realizing what a stupid question it was, but one can hope, can't one?
My beautiful sexy goddess-wife began laughing - thank goodness I was able to pull back the brush before her foot moved with the rest of her body.
"Let's see... is this ... your birthday?"
I literally hung my head in shame. The way she was talking to me, as if I were a stupid child.
"No Miss Perfect" I whispered.
"Is this .... Veterans' Day?"
"No, Miss Perfect."
"Is this ... take your chaste cuckold hubby to dinner day?"
"N..N..No...." I was on the verge of crying. It had been over a month since my last orgasm, and this was the day before my next "scheduled" release. That's taking into account adding a week to my time for various infractions of Her Rules. The need to orgasm made me a nervous wreak. Further chastisement by my beautiful goddess was tearing my soul apart. "No.. M..Miss.. P..Perfect."
She gently pushed me away with her foot. "Never mind, I'll do them myself. You're in no condition to serve me now, with your pathetic ...." The ring tone from her phone interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi baby." Pause. Giggle. More little lovey-dovey chat. More giggles. Then -- "Yes, he's here at my feet now, hold on."
Oh god, how humiliating.
"Pet, Demarcus has some dry cleaning to be picked up. You don't mind doing that for him, do you?"
Demarcus? God.. oh god damn .. that.. asshole. That arrogant asshole. Anybody but Demarcus! I looked up at my wife/goddess, my eyes pleading for her not to do this to me. He beat me up last time he was here for looking at him funny, and I wasn't. Please don't go out with him. Please don't make me do things for him. Please.. I LOVE YOU!!!!!
"I'd be happy to, Miss Perfect."
"Did you hear that, baby?"
Another giggle.
How could she do this to me?
"Demarcus says you can take his car to the cleaners, then take it to the car wash and detail it inside and out. I'll entertain him here while we wait."
Oh god, no matter what I do I'll be wrong. If I hurry, I'll miss something. If I make it perfect, it'll take too long. I look back up to my beautiful wife-goddess and she's toying with the key hanging from a chain around her neck. They key to my chastity cage. Then it hits me. No matter what I do will be wrong, and that will be her justification for adding to my sentence.
I want to scream at her "YOU BITCH" -- but I don't. Not because of the fear of punishment, but because I love her too much.
You were warned about the content. If you know you won't like it, don't read it. If you read it anyway then criticize the content, then ... well, that makes you just about normal, doesn't it?
for the rest of you, enjoy:
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"Hello Pet, how was work?"
It was awful, as usual, working on hot asphalt in the Southwest in July, with the knowledge August will be even hotter, and the can of greasy cold beef stew I had for lunch has kept me nauseated all afternoon. I would have thrown it up except I needed the energy it provided to keep working.
"It was fine, Miss Perfect."
Miss Perfect, the name she decided for herself the evening we "reconciled" after a year long split. My wife had never been the passive sort but she was a traditionalist, believing in keeping the marriage vows and respecting the husband as head of the home. At some point during our separation she decided to explore her sexuality a bit more, with a particular emphasis on kinks and fetishes she knew would appeal to me. I honestly think she started out doing it for me, to spice up our lives once we got back together, but something snapped in her along the way. Soon she was exploring my kinks to use against me.
"I'm glad to hear it. You don't work tonight, do you?"
My work schedule for both jobs is clearly marked on the calendar she passes a dozen times a day, so she probably knew the answer before she asked. She does that a lot.
"No Ma'am, I have tonight and tomorrow night off, Miss Per....."
I stepped into the bedroom and there She was, sitting at her vanity in nothing but some sexy lingerie, carefully applying makeup to her beautiful face. Even though I was filthy, or because of it, she instructed me to report to her in person as soon as I got home each evening. I think she just wanted to be reminded how awful working conditions were for me. It made spending my money even more fun for her.
"Good, then you can help me get ready for my date."
I was pretty sure she wasn't planning to go anywhere with me that evening.
"Go shower, and be quick about it, then I'll let you pick out something for me to wear."
This might have been my biggest fantasy in a previous life, but it was just that -- Fantasy. Something she could tease me about before making love. To have it become reality wasn't as much fun. I departed "her" bedroom and went to my own bath (pets aren't allowed to use the mistress' bath) and peeled myself out of my dirty sweaty work clothes. We not only had separate hampers for our things, but separate washing machines, so her things wouldn't have to come into contact with mine until they were clean.
Naked, except for my chastity cage, I scrubbed myself as best I could, even using Lava soap on places other than my hands. Aside from when she wanted to see me hot and dirty and suffering, Miss Perfect wouldn't allow me to be anything less that absolutely clean in her presence, or especially when handling her possessions or allowed to touch her perfect body. I dread to think what might happen if my greasy fingers came into contact with any of her club wear.
"Well, you certainly took long enough. Kneel down pet, and do my nails, then you can pick out a sexy dress for me while they dry."
Kneeling in front of her and taking one foot in hand trying to steady myself so I wouldn't make a mess on her toes, I took a deep breath and whispered ...
"I don't suppose ... you and I ...?" I trailed off, realizing what a stupid question it was, but one can hope, can't one?
My beautiful sexy goddess-wife began laughing - thank goodness I was able to pull back the brush before her foot moved with the rest of her body.
"Let's see... is this ... your birthday?"
I literally hung my head in shame. The way she was talking to me, as if I were a stupid child.
"No Miss Perfect" I whispered.
"Is this .... Veterans' Day?"
"No, Miss Perfect."
"Is this ... take your chaste cuckold hubby to dinner day?"
"N..N..No...." I was on the verge of crying. It had been over a month since my last orgasm, and this was the day before my next "scheduled" release. That's taking into account adding a week to my time for various infractions of Her Rules. The need to orgasm made me a nervous wreak. Further chastisement by my beautiful goddess was tearing my soul apart. "No.. M..Miss.. P..Perfect."
She gently pushed me away with her foot. "Never mind, I'll do them myself. You're in no condition to serve me now, with your pathetic ...." The ring tone from her phone interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi baby." Pause. Giggle. More little lovey-dovey chat. More giggles. Then -- "Yes, he's here at my feet now, hold on."
Oh god, how humiliating.
"Pet, Demarcus has some dry cleaning to be picked up. You don't mind doing that for him, do you?"
Demarcus? God.. oh god damn .. that.. asshole. That arrogant asshole. Anybody but Demarcus! I looked up at my wife/goddess, my eyes pleading for her not to do this to me. He beat me up last time he was here for looking at him funny, and I wasn't. Please don't go out with him. Please don't make me do things for him. Please.. I LOVE YOU!!!!!
"I'd be happy to, Miss Perfect."
"Did you hear that, baby?"
Another giggle.
How could she do this to me?
"Demarcus says you can take his car to the cleaners, then take it to the car wash and detail it inside and out. I'll entertain him here while we wait."
Oh god, no matter what I do I'll be wrong. If I hurry, I'll miss something. If I make it perfect, it'll take too long. I look back up to my beautiful wife-goddess and she's toying with the key hanging from a chain around her neck. They key to my chastity cage. Then it hits me. No matter what I do will be wrong, and that will be her justification for adding to my sentence.
I want to scream at her "YOU BITCH" -- but I don't. Not because of the fear of punishment, but because I love her too much.