Here is chapter 4: searching, of my femdom story.
The rest of our honeymoon passed delightfully and deliciously with lots of intimate contact and complicity. Jenny told me off for whining and wheedling for PIV, announcing imperiously
that ‘chastity suits you’ when she really meant it suited her. There were some humiliating moments on the nudist beach when she let herself be chatted up by strangers. My locked cock seemed to be a signal for randy men to seduce my beautiful wife. She enjoyed the game and let them try but told me she was keeping herself for Doug. I exclaimed; “ but I thought you were finished with him”. She replied: “ oh yes, old habits die hard”.
As it happened, we didn’t see Lewis on the Saturday. He was late arriving and our transport home turned up early, thankfully not with Doug but the chauffeur. To put my theory to the test I asked him: “ Your wrist is well-healed?” “Wrist, sir? Oh yes, nasty accident that was. Right as rain now sir. ‘Ad to come early ‘cos the boss needs the motor for ‘isself , later like”
So our holiday was over and we headed home. I recounted to Jenny the ruse of the ‘injured’ driver. “The cheeky bugger! Doug agreed to give me away, but it seems he can’t give me up”
“ What about you? Are you going to miss him?” “ Not him, just his physical attributes”.
Saturday passed with shopping and getting me installed in Jenny’s apartment. It was being financed by her grandmother but she had told Jen that now Peter has become ‘head of household’ he can take over the mortgage. She obviously knows nothing of our Wife Led Marriage.
After a Sunday lie-in, we took a walk along the river then brunch at the Mill Inn. Life was perfect, well almost. She told me how she was looking forward to start work.
“Studying psychology seems a strange preparation for becoming an artist”
“ Not at all, I’ve noticed that art students go into teaching which I would hate. My first passion was for drawing and sculpture and there’s no ideal formation for that. Are you feeling nervous about starting work?”
“It will be intimidating at first but I’m looking forward to putting my education to good use”
“Remember that as your mistress, your performance will reflect on me. Don’t let me down”.
“No ma’am” (where did that come from?)
“No ma’am? I like it. From now on you will call me ma’am or mistress. Understood?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress, ma’am”
“One or the other silly, not both. Every Sunday afternoon there will be a sex session preceded by discussion and punishment”
“Punishment?”
“Yes you will be beaten for bad behaviour, but not today as I have not yet started the points system. During discussion, as long as you remain respectful, you can raise any subject but of course I will take the final decisions. Today’s sex will be limited to T&D as your last orgasm was just a week ago. Assuming good behaviour, you will be allowed a little spurty on the second and last Sunday of every month. How do find married life so far?”
“Awesome but hard”
“Hard? That reminds me, I will be ordering a custom-made device that will prevent erections”.
“What about at night?”
“The pain will teach you to stay soft”
“You’re a strict mistress”
“It’s just what you need. Confined and content” (not two words I would normally put together)
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Arriving home from work, I was greeted by a choleric Jenny:
“I’m fuming, I’m absolutely furious”
“Why, what have I done?”
“It’s not you my sweet. It’s Doug, he’s done the dirty on me”
“Why, have you seen him? I thought it was over between you”
“Yes I know, he called saying he had to see me. I was caught off-guard and accepted. We had lunch and one thing led to another, as they say”
“Don’t punish yourself over it. The flesh is weak, as they also say”
“That’s not why I’m angry. It’s because he told me that it would be the last time. His fiancée is imposing monogamy even though they’re not yet married”
“Well, that fits with your intentions and you would have done the same as her in the circumstances”
“Yes, she’s doing the right thing, but don’t you see?. He took his pleasure with me and only then told me about the interdiction. He used me and made me betray a sister; we really have our work cut out to put men in their place. Let’s forget about the bastard. How was your first day?”
“Good, there’s a great team. They co-operate rather than compete but my boss is strict and demanding.”
“I’m glad to hear it, now you have two mistresses to keep you in control, one at work, one at home” I smiled but she was not joking.
Jenny was frustrated and irritated all week such that I suggested she use me for her sexual satisfaction. Out of nowhere came a mighty slap on the side of my face. I tried to ask ‘why’ but no sound came out.
“Self-interest disguised as generosity or altruism will get you nowhere; some strokes will be added to your punishment. And anyway Peter, why would I be interested in your willy; even erect it’s only five inches”
“Five and a quarter” I corrected.
“Oh that’s hilarious. Only a mini-male would count a quarter inch. Can you imagine a man boasting of his eight and a quarter incher? Could you please explain what’s the difference between five and five and a quarter?”
“Five and a quarter is the average for caucasian males. I looked it up.”
What for me was justification, she took as provocation “Average! Why would I ever be satisfied by average? Do I look like an average woman?”
“No mistress, of course not. But I want you so much. Will we never make love?”
“Never say never, but if you mean PIV not any time soon”
My punishment score for the week came to 25 but when I asked why, she retorted: “I don’t feel the need to justify my assessment. You should consider yourself lucky as I don’t count genuine mistakes but only when you are rebellious, disrespectful, obtuse or inattentive.”
The caning really hurt, a lot. More than I could have imagined. Afterwards Jenny held my head in her lap and applied balm to my weals. This unexpected tenderness almost made the pain worthwhile. She praised my stoicism and ‘taking it like a man’ and promised a special treat.
She placed a towel on a table and had me lie on it face up and tied my wrists to the table legs. She then removed the chastity device, washed my genitals and inspected for wear and tear. She seemed to treat my cock as one of her sex toys, her plaything.
“From now on we’ll refer to this as ‘my cock’. After all you can’t wank it, touch it or even see it without my permission, can you?” I would agree to anything to keep her fondling me.” Now for the treat, a rare one so appreciate” She put my, sorry ‘her’ cock in her mouth and after a few strokes said “tell me when you are close to cumming. You must ask permission to ejaculate”. I was so backed up that I got close often and she would stop when I told her.
“I need to cum, this is so frustrating”
“I know it is sweety. Ideally a husband is permanently frustrated; that way he gives good service. Also I like to make it last, don’t you?”
“Yes, no, I don’t know”
“This is delicious, he’s so confused” Was that third person objectification conscious or unconscious? Which would worry me most?
“Okay sweety, your time has arrived but there’s a condition. You can spurt in my mouth if you agree to swallow” I didn’t understand “You’ll see” she said with a wicked smile. I couldn’t think straight but I agreed. I would have agreed to anything.
The orgasm was the best ever but then I was less keen on swallowing the product of my emission. It was difficult for Jenny to speak with her mouth full but it was easy to grasp her meaning. How come I was so reluctant to kiss my newly wedded wife, she was teasing. I did of course submit; would I ever rebel? Out one end, in the other; she believed in recycling.
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“I need a lover and you’re going to help me find one”. Despite the t.l.c of my tongue and her vibrator, she was getting more and more tetchy with frustration but I was puzzled how I could help. “I need big cock. It’s been nearly a month since Doug filled me up. We’re going tonight to that hotel on the Yarborough road; they’re having a ‘Dance evening’ latin- american, with live music.”
“But you know I can’t dance, why don’t you go by yourself?”
“I can’t walk alone into a club which is, I hope, full of randy young men. How could you want me to look like a common tart? Accept it as one of your husbandly duties to accompany your wife. After all it will benefit you as well when I have a lover; you’ll find me content, serene and more at peace. And who knows, maybe a more indulgent mistress. Let’s get ready.”
It was not very busy when we arrived, but all the men turned to look at Jenny as we entered: “looks like we’re early, never mind, it seems I’ve been noticed already. I’ll have a piña colada and you can have the same without the rhum. I think it’s called a ‘virgin’, that’s appropriate” I hoped Jenny would never find out just how appropriate.
After we finished our drinks, the band started up with some lively salsa music. “I’ll go to the bar to order a second round and I’ll think up a strategy to stay there until I’m invited to dance”
Her ruse proved redundant as she was swept onto the dance floor in less than a minute. She looked magnificent and her mate was her match in skill. When she returned with the drinks I asked for the verdict: “he’s got potential for sure, I only came back to rest a moment, I’m out of practice. And it’s best to not seem to keen”
“Oh yes, playing hard to get. You didn’t do that with me”
“No need, you already thought I was quite impossible to get”
“He must fancy you, he’s coming over here now”
“Hey, come and sit with us. Sam this is Peter.”
“You look so alike, are you brother and sister?” I quickly answered ‘yes’ but Jen said ‘no’ at the same time and added: “Peter is my husband”
“So not brother and sister, presumably” Sam said pointedly, leaning towards me”
“He doesn’t like dancing, he’s rubbish at it” Jenny said, thinking an explanation was needed
“Would it be presumptuous to ask if he’s ‘rubbish’ in any other areas?” I wanted to say ‘yes, it would be’ but Jen got in first.
“Peter is a near perfect husband but he does have a few..er…shortcomings”
“Wow, things are looking up. I’m willing to fill in any gaps. How about another dance?”
“You bet, let’s go tango!”
She danced beautifully; they were both so good that the others moved aside to give them more space. It looked like Jen had found a boyfriend and lover. It was odd to think Sam would be shafting her just a few hours after meeting whereas I was denied the same privilege after many months. Maybe with a femdom wife, it was the normal life I would have to get used to.
Suddenly an excited Jenny sat down beside me, handing me the keys she said: “that was so much fun. You go home now, Sam will bring me back when I’ve finished with him. Or should that be when he’s finished with me.” The concern I felt must have shown. “Don’t worry, get an early night. There’s lots of housework to catch up on tomorrow morning.”
I hoped no-one noticed the humiliated cuckold retreating with the tail between his legs, or even worse, little did they know, locked away in a cage.
I went to bed as instructed, setting the alarm for six and fell into an uneasy sleep. I don’t claim prescience but I could not rid myself of a sense of foreboding….
