To my dear wife,
I don't know why you want to read about the crossroads in my life, but I hope it will excite you, and I will try to describe the transition so you might understand what I felt at the time a little better.
I was a unhappily married man for the last three years in our five year marriage, due to partly my competitive nature. I always resented the fact you made a ton of money and I didn't. Pride would be the key word here, or lack there of. I was raised in a family where the man made the living and the woman stayed home! Not a hard concept.
You, being very pretty and having a beautiful figure, having multiple degrees in college, and could get any job you wanted, but me one the other hand could not get a decent job, or make any significant money. Trying various schemes, usually losing money. after awhile I gave up trying, and decided depression sounded good.
I can tell the past with a humorous attitude. At the time it was not funny at all. I can reflect back in memory and laugh now.
You , and I were getting along, like water and oil. With depression getting worse and worse, I began to drink more and more. Consequently, your bitchiness increased directly proportional, if not exponentially.
I spoke of my crossroads in life before, and that would have been at 32 ND and Grand. I made a slightly illegal u turn and some cop was bored at about 3:00 in the morning and red lighted me. I had little too much to drink, and he asked for the same ole things and asked if I had been drinking? Well, I'm trying to lighten him up a little bit and I respond with, "stop me if you've heard this one, but I only had two!" That was a little lie, seeing I drank the whole dam bar. He failed to see my sense of humor! "Please step out of the car, sir" In this routine low authoritative voice. I get out and he has me performing dog tricks on the side of the road. Pretty soon I'm sitting in the back of a cruiser watching my car being towed away. I thought to myself, " this is not good!" . In retrospect, I had no idea what events I had set in motion that night!
I use my only phone call to call you, and receive a warming response of help, "I knew this was going to happen, I told you, yak, yak, yak ! you respond. As my thoughts tell me I should have spent my only call, to my boss and tell him I have contracted ebola virus and won't be able to work for awhile. I ask you If your going to bail me out? "no, you just sit there and think about it!" , as if scolding a child. OK, this is getting worse. You did not see the people I was in the holding tank with. This big burly SOB was coming on to me, witch we will just call Bubba, and I was getting real nervous. I pleaded with this real whimpy voice, real softly as so no one would hear, but to no avail. The thought of being Bubbas sex toy tonight gave me chills as the dial tone buzzed in my ear.
48 hours passed and I was released on OR. More jail lingo like holding tank, lock down, and Soncho, whoever he is?. These are words never used in my vocabulary before. You were nice enough to pick me up after I had starting to walk home since the jail people took my money and I couldn't pay for a taxi or call anyone that gave a dam..
Since we had separate bank accounts, and I just got paid Friday my check never made it to my account.. I lost most of it in a poker game Friday night! I hate when that happens! Two more weeks of begging for lunch money!
You picked me up half way home pulling up next to me. As I get in the car, you didn't say a word. I never realized that it took 5 hours to go five miles to our house! It was the longest defining silence I have ever experienced. I considered jumping out at 60 mph if you uttered a word!
As the garage door opens, I notice there is a suitcase sitting in the puddle of oil where my car should be! "Where is my car?, I asked. " In the impound yard!, you said with a, what did you expect tone.
There's your bags, get out!, you said softly.
I begged and pleaded but you did not buy it. As I walk away with my suit case, like a puppy with his tail between his legs, Walkman head phones dragging behind the suit case, you yelled,, "you better check the Walkman!"
I stop at the curb, and open the suitcase, shuffle through my clothes that were very neatly thrown in I might add, I pull out the Walkman and put on the motor oil soaked headphones, and hit play. I figure it's you, going to tell me your dear john speal!. It was the phone recorder tape! First recording was my boss, asking where I was. Second recording was my boss telling me to call!. Third recording was my boss saying I am fired! My heart sank. As I sat on the curb with my head between my legs, staring at the gutter, I started poking and playing with the leaves, floating by me. I guess I'm where I belong!
As time went bye and 53 billion thoughts and plans later, I picked my self up out of the gutter, and walked to my front door. Knocked, since my keys didn't work
You answered the door, with a cheerful but cynical, "what are you still doing here?", as if you didn't know! Now I know why men beat their wives!
I beg and pleaded for you to let me in and eventually you agreed to let stay there a week.
"YES", I have my foot in the door I thought. A little butt kissin and I home free!
"BUT!" , you add.
"DOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", like Homer Simpson,
"You have to live by my rules, do what I say, when ever I say, and no complaints!
"OK", I reluctantly reply.
"Get on your knees, and repeat the conditions as I tell you" , you ordered.
"But I thought those were the conditions!", I asked,
"Take off your shirt and get on your knees. you add.
"But hunny it's cold!" as I fold my arms.
"Take off you shirt, pants, and kneel before me!", you added again.
I'm starting to see a pattern here! Maybe I had better comply before you have me buck naked on the front porch!
I did as you said, and I glanced up as I knelt, you had this suprised smile on your face. Almost.................. powerful! (gave me a chill)
You walked back in the house and returned with a note pad.
Methodically, you say you demands one by one, louder and louder, as I repeat them, softer and softer.
As a neighbor passing by with her dog, you say, "Hi Mrs. Hodgkins!", waving at her.
I didn't dare turn to look. I could see her face in my mind, wondering why I'm on the front porch in my boxers on my knees! I felt warm all of the sudden, eclipsing into hot!
These were just some of the Primary conditions, that really stuck in my mind.
Things I don't do!
Drive, drink, smoke, think, talk unless spoken too, complain if spoken to, watch TV or use computer, sit on furniture, leave the house unless accompanied, or authorized, cum unless given permission.
Now the last one I looked up in disbelief before I repeated it. Your silence spoke your conviction!.
"I will not cum unless given permission" ,I said softly.
Things I will do:
My daily assigned chores including: Clean the bathtub, toilets, floors, porches, patios, laundry, lawns, service you when you tell me, wear what you tell me no matter how ridiculous, and to complete any job, how you say even If I know there's a better way.
This was only some of the list you gave that night, but I remember you flipping the pages 5 or six times, like the people do on the radio, and you knew that irritates me!
After an hour of repeating demands, and a few more neighbors passing by, you let me in.
You told me to get a shower and put the clothes you laid on the bed, and cook the recipe on the kitchen counter. You added, I better not fuck it up because I'm going to be eating it too, and like it!
I do as you said, and the only thing on our bed was a speedo. I put it on, and I instantly get hard from it rubbing against me and it's restriction. When I get to the kitchen, It's a recipe for Meatloaf and green peas. You know my most hated foods and these ranked among the top two. I got limp real fast.
I had two days of jail food, I could stomach this crap!
The last meal I ever cooked was Chef Boyardee as a bachelor, but I must say, it was not hard. Just follow the direction, pay attention, no big deal! Even though you had me scrubbing the kitchen tile floor with a small brush, square by square, grout line by grout line, while dinner cooked.
Why the hell didn't we buy vinyl flooring? It was cheaper too!
After we eat, I clear the table and clean the dishes without being told, cause I'm don't want to piss you off.
I was dead tired that night and you told me to go to bed after inspecting my cleaning job on the floor, refrigerator and oven.
As we go to bed, you logged off after talking online all evening, and we go upstairs to the bedroom, and you asked, "Where are you going?"
You laughed, "your room is down there" as you point to the guest bedroom.
I hung me head and walked slowly to the room and as I opened the door I glance up and there's a nice gold scribed plate on the door, that says, "SLAVES QUARTERS". I glance back at you as my jaw hits the ground, and you had this big grin and said, put on your sleeping clothes and Ill be right in.
As I passed by the mirror, I see myself almost naked as the name slave runs through my mind over and over. I can't help to admit, but I think I got a little aroused at the thought.
I don't have to think, just do as I am told. Maybe I can do this for a while! But how long do I have to put up with this shit?
My sleeping clothes were not clothes at all, but were for leather straps for each limb, and one was a collar. What a coincidence, they look just like the ones I bought for you that we used years ago! I couldn't help to notice the chains connected to the four post on the bed and, pointing to the center.
I put them on and you came in your black garter belt, hose, 5 in heels, a bra that pushed your cleavage that I never seen in 5 years of marriage!
"I'm gonna get laid!", I thinking.
As you sat on the bed, "It's time for your punishment for driving drunk, bend over my knee!
I'm getting super hard and you grabbed my Dick and pulled me towards you, Yelling, "NOW!"
I comply, in excitement. "I'm going to enjoy this, I'm thinking", as I rub my cock on your lap.
I'm facing the night stand and you opened it up, and lets me look in with anticipation.
Fear ran down my spine, in horror! A big, fat, leather paddle with metal studs every 1/2 inch apart. As you pulled it out, "You will receive 50 paddling, every night you stay here as my slave to remind you of your crime, and the pain you have caused!
"Yes mam", as I try to remember the part about paddlings on the front, porch, I just don't remember that part.
You whipped me with all your might. I let out a scream. you delivered the next blow to my other cheek. That evened out the pain, so now my ass is evenly stinging. As you continue, with more paddlings, you said, remember what happened when I forgot to count?
You laughed out loud at me, as I start to count from one.
As we approach 40 count, I am squirming as my ass is on fire! An experience in pain I have never experienced before, I try to focus on something else, but my butt keeps interrupting my mind with pain. I finally count off 50, my kingdom for a bucket of ice water to poured on my ass! As you stood, I fall to the floor, It occurred to me, I don't have a kingdom any more!
You told me to get on the bed. Being so tired from my never ending day, and any energy left in me was just, beaten out of me, I slowly pick myself up and fall on the bed face first still taking precaution for my ass! You rolled me over and pad locks each limb to each neatly arranged chain. My butt resisted for a bit, but finally calmed and adjusted.
Finally I can sleep, I just have to keep my mouth shut!
Open your mouth you said and you straddled my face. Eat me you demanded! You tasted so good, it was a long time since I had done that. After an hour of you getting off, you rested for awhile an got up off my face.
You walked over to the newly pad locked closet, unlocks it and swung the door open. I'm laying me head to the side, face soaking wet, trying to focus, and all I can see are blurred fission's of leather items.
You returned with one item only. You strapped it over my mouth but it is not a gag. There are two tubes running from the mouth piece and you placed the ends in each ear like a stethoscope. I can't hear anything but my own breathing. weak and shallow. You pulled a big thing from the other side of the bed and it looks like big tits, attached to a block. You lift my head by my hair and placed the item under my head and straps my head to it. I can't move my body, can't move my head, I'm real comfy now! As long as you turn off the ceiling light, maybe I can sleep!
You walked out of the room without a word, and I'm waiting for you to hit the light switch, but no such luck. Your going to go get some other medieval torture devise, I'm thinking.
As many thoughts of torture I create in my mind, Your going to make them worse!
A few hours passed and you never returned and I slowly drifted to sleep from fatigue, only to awake my self with my own snoring!
I awoke in fear, and as soon as I figure what this ear and mouth piece was for, I think, "What sadistic prick invented this thing?"
I knew then, this week was going to be tuff! I have to have my sleep!
After the first week you put this goofy strip on my nose every night, and I eventually learned not to snore and to sleep in the some most uncomfortable positions. I was starting to enjoy the rush of submission!
Doing the chores are not as bad now, because I do them once a week, only difference is, I do them right!. No offense?.
The paddling every night still stings, but they are not so bad now, and sometime awaited them. They're much better If I don't masturbate that day! I was getting away with it, without you knowing. I think in hindsight you knew!
Time was rapidly approaching to go to court! We had several discussions on our future. I could handle your little embarrassments, and an occasional, big ones, and was getting used to this new lifestyle.
You said you had hired a lawyer, to handle my case and had arranged a plea bargain. All I had to do was appear, sign the papers and I would pay a fine, be under house arrest, and some community service, and I would be under your supervision for two years.
I figure I could live with that, because things run smoothly and I don't get hurt too bad unless I fuck up!. But I usually choose when I fuck up just to make things interesting.
So the night before my court appearance, and you asked me could I live like this for two years and can I conform to the rules?
I figure, no problem, and agreed to your terms.
You walk to the closet and pulled out a chastity belt. "I know you have been jacking off, and now, that!, I will now control!" , as you installed the hideous devise. My heart stopped, after the installation, because I figured out how this thing worked with my imagination.
"If you are truly my submissive slave and I am to be your keeper, this will be you vow to me!" as you softly run your finger under my chin.
The next morning, I get dressed in a three piece suit you bought me and just before we leave, I decide I have to go! I go to the toilette, unzip and reality sets in. this isn't going to work! Dancing on the bathroom floor, I whip my belt open and plunge my butt on the seat! I'm peeing like a woman! All dignity has left my psyche.
As we drive to the court house not a word is said. We enter the building and my eyes focus on the officers at the building entrance and my throat got a big lump when I saw the archway that appeared to be a metal detector. I stopped in my tracks. You grab my hand and with a grin say, " come on hunny".
"No, I can't do this!" as I resisted and pulled back.
"Want to spend two years with Bubba or me?", with a chuckle. Why did I tell you about Bubba, I wish I could keep my mouth shut sometimes. It only gives you shit to use against me!
As you pushed me in front of you, I reluctantly pass through the arch of the detector, hopeing it would not go off!
No such fucking luck! That alarm went off with a ear piercing wail ! Before I could turn my head to the side to look at the attending officer, two others were behind me! The attending officer said please empty your pockets !.
In this really low tone I say, "My pockets are empty, I have a belt on!"
I guess that was the wrong thing to say because they wisked me away like a rag doll to a side room and people were looking in curiosity.
I reared my head back with a help me!, look at you, and you had this smile that I will never ever forget! If I could put it in words, it would be..................... revenge!
After the hand held metal detector scan, it was then I knew my secret was to be revealed.
I felt like I heard Ricky saying, "Splain Lucy!"
I started chirping like a bird, " I have a chastity belt on and it has metal in it and so on!"
Please remove you pants sir! I hate when they call me sir! They don't mean it!
I comply with the most humiliation I have ever felt in my life! Now they are going to ask questions about it!
"Pull your pants up and go on in!" she said with a blushing smile. I am real glad I can be everyone's amusement.
As I exit the room of humiliation, I am re aquatinted with you and you grabbed my hand and we move on to the court room, as if you knew where you were going.
The room was packed with people and proceedings were in progress and there was standing room only. "Yes this is my lucky day" I'm thinking!
Since we're late, I will be the last one! cool!
"State verses Smith!" the bailiff announces to the court room.
OK, room full of people, bulge in my pants, wife at my side, a pimply face wanna be attorney, and a judge that looks like she could bite my Dick off and spit it on the floor in front of me!
"I'm going to jail! Just bend over and kiss you ass, good bye!", I'm saying to myself.
As the clerk read the offenses I have committed against society, my mind wanders to thoughts of Bubba.
Then some other court SOB stands and says what she recommends as my punishment.
I'm thinking, "who is this cunt to tell the sadistic judge what my punishment should be?"
As she rambles on, I start to hear the words and it sound like what you said, and after 2 more minutes of rambling, I was on her side, cheering! (inside of course)
Shit happened so fast, and the judge asked me a question, but my mind was wondering, and I didn't understand the question.
So I said, "OK"
She barked at me, "OK ? This is a public record do you agree to the terms?"
This was an easy one that I was used too!
"YES MAM!, I said with confidence.
She rambled on and on about the court orders this and that and it was over! Thank goodness!
As we leave the court room, you told me how proud you were of me for submitting to my initiation, to legal slavery!
I blissfully say with a smile, "Thank you mistress". not aware of what I just sentenced myself to.
We go to another room and they lock a ring around my ankle and I ask to the officer, "What is this!"
"This is how we track where you are, Dick head!, `"she replies.
"OK, what the hell does that mean on my planet?" , I say in a shitty voice.
In, a stern aggressive tone, she replies, "As long as you are on this planet, we will know you specific location at any given moment in time!. She walks to a puter and says this is you confines. If you leave these confines without your chaperones consent, you will be arrested and your probation is violated and you will be here within 20 minutes on your way to prison. Get the idea, smart ass?
As I look at the anklet I sob, "yes mam" and your looking at me as a proud trainer.
I sign the release forms in haste, and walk to the door and you say HEEL!.
Public humiliation has not come to an end. As I stop my step and return to your side. Everyone is smiling and I see you were having a lot of fun with this. I will endure, just get me home, so I can crawl in a hole!
Two decades later we get home and you tell me to go to my room I must be dreaming! as I stop and glance at you. "Go on"!.
I knew you were gonna hurt me bad tonight, I can feel it!. I go to my quarters and strip and dress in my day clothes and lay in bed. As I star in to the light above from todays experience and fatigue, I realize I am a legal slave, as I asked myself, " was beer worth it?"
Tough call, I'm always horny and excited now and this belt is very erotic. Perpetually erotic!
You would let me cum sometimes but I had to earn it! Kind of like a job, earning money, but different. I got paid points. I had to do a lot of stuff to earn enough to cum!
The way I earned points would be measured on your scale of humiliation. I have no say.
When I get 20 points, I am allowed to jack off. If I save them and get 50, I get a blow job!
I like the dominance sometimes, usually after the incidents. While it is happening is a rush, but sometimes you went too far, but I get more points for them!
Situations like a single swat in the grocery store or mall for fucking up, gets me nothing. If I do wrong, I bring it on myself.
We were on our way to families house one time and you pulled off a desolate desert road and I kind of knew I was going to rack up some points!
I will never ask, "how much longer to the next stop?" again but I had to go! You made me strip and tied my hands together on a 50 ft rope, tied the other end to the bumper, and pulled me around in circles 10 to fifteen times.
You expressed your enjoyment of my Dick flopping up and down as I ran to keep up! I got three points for that one.
My tongue makes love to your pussy when told, where ever told. Sometimes you pick the strangest places. One time I got a point for making you cum in a resteraunt. We were seated and you told me to get under the table and eat you! My eyes lit up and you said you meant it! Lucky it was a low lighted Italian restaurant, and I went down and did it! That was so exciting and my Dick wanted to get so hard, I thought I was going to break the tube my cock was in! I remember you telling the waitress I was in the restroom and ordering for me as I intentionally licked your clit just to mess with you. It interrupted your thought and I got a kick out of it. But you kicked me in the nuts. I learned a lesson that night.
Another time you pulled over on the side of the freeway, bent me over the hood, spanked me right there! I was embarrassed after the first two or three honks of passing by cars! I got two points for that little incident.
I would have to say the hardest points I ever earned would be the boot incident. I had saved up close to 48 points with a lot of will power. It took Three months of not cumming to accumulate it and my balls were ready to explode!
You called me to your side and I kneel before you as usual and you were dressed in the most sexy outfit you own. Garter belt, high heel boots, short skirt, boobs begging to be sucked and all!. What did I do to deserve this?
You removed the chastity belt and bent over in front of me exposing your cleavage in my face and say, " cum on my boots!" Without skipping a beat I start immediately, and I know I'm going to get a blow job in a day or two! Cool !
I do my thing and cum on your boots and was really loving it. After I cam a gallon or two, you told me to clean your boots with my tongue.
You must be kidding, right? You asked, If you ever want to cum in my mouth again you will taste it yourself. You remained sitting on the sofa watching TV as I knelt there, you added, you had all the time in the world, but I didn't!. You pushed my head down , forcing me too your feet, just falling short of my lips hitting your boots. You were going to make sure I willingly submit! I begged, I can't. You said, you have 30 seconds to comply or the belt never comes off again! Eventually I gave in. This was one of those Kodak moments. Or should I say Panasonic moments, because you recorded it.
You like to record some of the incidents on video. You never really did anything with them, and I thought you would have me view them later to torment me. They were to torment me all right, but not for my viewing, though.
One Wednesday night the girls came over for Bridge as usual and I served the drinks and snacks as usual. You like to embarrass me by telling her friends about things you make me do. But this night was different. You put a video on of me and they all sat around and watched. I could hear them laughing and muttering things to each other and when I brought someone a drink, I just avoided any eye contact with anyone in the room. Someone must have turned the heater up that night!. Sure was warm.
Now they all video tape me on loaner days! Loaner days are when you loan me out to clean someone's home or other work they are supposed to be doing while their husbands are at work. It used to be just for house work, but since the video night, they have found other things for me to do, like pleasuring them and fulfilling their darkest fantasies.
Tammy is the nicest to me. She just makes me clean her home, buck naked, except for my collar. I like going there because she dresses up sexy and is very classy. She is a lot of fun to get off because she goes crazy screaming!
Mrs. Wilson is not so nice to me and makes me wear women's under wear while I clean and rules with a leather whip. My ass hurts after visiting her.
Dominatress Nicole, Is the next toughest next to You. She has huge tits and likes me to suck on them for hours while she watches soaps. Periodically she pushed my head down to make her cum. The tough part is when she uses the strap on dildo on me. I walk funny for a day or two.
Now they exchange taps of me like kids exchange baseball cards, and I am the currier.
I make them all cum, as they viewed the tape I delivered. When they see what each other had done, they wanted it done to them.
They all wait for your tapes, because that's when I may have my belt off. They really seem to enjoy those. Good thing you are the only one with a key to my belt!
Every time I am allowed to jack off you record me. Your rule is to never spill a drop. The one time you had me cum on your tits was very erotic. Cleaning it up was too. As long as I don't think about the cum. But after a month or so of not cumming, there's an awful lot of it and is hard to ignore.
They all seemed to enjoy the one when you left in the morning and told me to make the kitchen floor clean enough to eat off of. I thought it was a figure of speech, but you had me licking my cum off of it that evening.
I keep all other their houses clean and service them regularly. I like it, and each trip out of the house will lead to another adventure. I don't consider this as punishment, as after the court ordered punishment is done, I will still stay and submit to you.
I know other husbands submit to their wives. My way is just different!.
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