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I(Satish) understand now how cold air makes a woman's nipples cold.
Actually, I understood it all along, but the point has been driven
home to me on more than one occasion. My Mistress loves the cold.
She doesn't love to be in it, she loves what it does to me. This is
not the first time that I have been left outside, naked and at
attention on a chilly fall night. The flood lamp is glaring on me so
that Mistress can watch her toy respond to the cold.
I should explain. I used to call Mistress my wife. She
revoked that privilege some time ago. I thought it was a right, one
I earned when we married. I learned that it was not. When we
married, I had a well paying job in sales, and offered her a stay at
home life. I even hired a maid to come in twice a week. Mistress was
very pleased with that.
Our arrangement went on quite nicely for a year or more. I
had been with my company for about five years. Then there was a change. It was not so much the economic climate, although it did not help at the time. There was a spell when nobody in the company was selling. Then, I lost my biggest account. Replacing those sales was going to be tough. My boss was putting pressure on me to sell more as well. The stress became great, and within a year, I was unemployed.
My wife was supportive at first. She helped me look for another job,
and kept records for me. My mother-in-law gave her leads from her
work, and we followed them up together. But time went on, and I
couldn't get a job that came close to paying enough to support us.
Unemployment was running out, and my savings would not last long. My
wife, and Mother-in-law, became concerned. They started questioning
me about my day closely, asking me if I had been productive. If I
did not meet with their approval, they were disapproving, and they
became harsher as time went on. They questioned my manhood, and my
ability to provide.
One night, it came to a head. My wife was very demanding for two or
three nights, and I strived to please her. She always knew what she
wanted in bed, but she had become more and more aggressive getting
it since I lost my job. Each night I got three hours of sleep or
less. One day I stopped at a fast food joint for some lunch. The
full stomach, and the lack of sleep, I dozed off and missed an
interview.
We had her mother over for dinner that night. She joined us at least
twice a week lately. We were having drinks when they started
quizzing me. I admitted my mistake and the room went deathly quiet.
"What should we do with this wuss that can't even keep a job?" my
wife asked.
"Hmmmph" her mother replied. "Send him to bed without dinner."
I could tell by the smile on my Mistress's face that the idea
appealed to her
"Bullshit!" I said.
Immediately, my face stung and went red hot. My Mother-in-law had
slapped me!
"Don't you EVER talk to your wife like that!" she screamed.
I tried to stammer an apology, but it did no good.
"Sorry does not even come close, boy!"
"Go into the bedroom!" my wife yelled. "I will be in a while!"
i went. I had no choice. I could have overpowered them, but they
were all I had. I had no job, and I moved a thousand miles from my
home to take my old job. The only friends I ever had were from work,
and I hadn't talked to them since I had been fired. So I went.
Mistress followed me five minutes later.
Remove ur clothes!" I looked at her, startled.
"Remove ur clothes!" She repeated. "Now, boy!" I got the point and started to
take off my clothes.
"Faster!" I was still reeling from the tongue-lashing I had gotten a
few minutes ago. I pulled my clothes off and folded them on the
chair.
"Kneel! Here at the foot of the bed." God knows why, I did it. She
turned me so that I was looking up the bed. She pushed my head down,
so that it was bowed.
"Don't you dare move!"
I could smell the dinner cooking, and my knees began to hurt. I
could hear the women talking, and their voices changed from angry to
calm. I could hear them starting dinner, and I wanted some. I was
about to get up and get dressed when I heard the door open. I stayed
still. I felt my wife's breath in my ear.
"If you even think about coming out before I tell you, I will
divorce you, take everything, AND get alimony. Then you will be able
to crawl home with only the clothes on your back, and explain how
you are a failure not only at work, but as a husband as well."
Her words struck me. She was right. In the state we lived in, if you
divorced, you might as well give up everything. The courts awarded
it all to the wife, and the man was left with nothing.
I heard the door slam again, but I could hear their voices as they
giggled through dinner.
I don't know how long it was until I heard the door open again. I
had tried to follow their conversation, but I couldn't. I caught
words, but nothing I could make sense out of. The ones that I did
hear were not all that encouraging. Finally, the door did open. I
started to turn when my Mistress grabbed my hair, and started
pulling me along. I tried to protest my nakedness.
"Shut up, and come on, boy!" I staggered behind her into the living
room. Her Mother was sitting in one chair, and there were two drinks
on the table between the two chairs. Mistress forced me to my knees
in front of the chairs and took a chair.
She grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. I heard and
felt the cold `snick' of handcuffs. It happened so fast I did not
even try to fight. I didn't even know what was happening until they
were on. Mistress pushed my head in a bowed position again.
The women glared at me.
"There is to be some changes." My Mother-in-Law began. "You are
going to be of use to your MISTRESS at all times, now." She stressed
the word Mistress. "You have lost the privilege of calling her your
wife. You now belong to her. That means that you are nothing, and
think of nothing but her pleasures and needs."
My wife reached out with her toe and kicked my balls lightly. I
winced.
"Yes, there will be pain. I have gotten her a job where I work. She
will make enough money to support you both. You will do ALL the
household duties, and do them to her satisfaction."
"You will be trained." My wife said. "I start in two weeks, so you
have a lot to learn. We will start tonight."
I knew that if I did this, there was no turning back. I remembered her words about divorce, and
I knew she meant it. The choice was a life of slavery, or a life of
shame. Either way was broken manhood.
.she put a chastity device on me..
I saw the look of triumph on Mistress's face. She reached
down and grabbed "her package" as she immediately began referring to
it.
"This is something I know that you will understand," she
began. IF you EVER want to use this again, you had better behave.
You will earn it by following the laws that I set down for you,
by being obedient, and by anticipating my needs, and pleasing me.
"The first law is that you do not speak, ever, unless given
permission."
"The second is when you do address me you call me Mistress.
In public you will call me `Ma'am". This is the law that caused the
predicament I was in now.
"The third law is that you will complete all your assigned
chores without flaw"
"The fourth law is that you always completely and promptly
obey any commands that Mother or I give you."
"Tomorrow," my Mother-in-law began, "You will learn
protocol. Do you know what protocol is, slave?"
I shook my head no. Immediately, Mistress's hand snaked out
and slapped me.
"You answer fully, slave! `No, Ma'am, I do not know what
protocol is.' Now say it!"
I must have stumbled, because there was another explosion on
my face.
` "SAY IT!"
"N-no, Ma'am, I do not know what protocol is." I stammered.
"Good, slave. That is protocol." I could hear the
satisfaction and delight in my Mother-in-laws voice. "It is learning
how to behave as a slave."
That night I service both ladies until the sun rose. My
Mother-in-law slept on the guest bed, and Mistress slept on our bed.
I was tied to the foot of the bed. My body was sore, but I slept
anyway, exhausted. I feel my Penis and balls shrinking. I know mistress is looking out, giggling at me. I figure that she is on the phone, telling her
mother how her stupid husband penis up today, and how he is paying
for it.
My punishment tonight is because I did not honor my Mistress in
public. I am to address Mistress as Ma'am in public, especially in
the presence of women. At the restaurant, I did not call her Ma'am
in front of the waitress. In Mistress's mind, I allowed the waitress
to assume that I was equal with my Mistress. I know that this is not
acceptable. I am better trained than that.
Mistress dragged me into the house and knelt me in front of her
chair. Like the first time, there was a drink there. I knew what was
expected of me now. I would be forced to service her for hours with
my tongue. She might read, watch television, talk on the phone or
just relax. But she had a tremendous appetite for this kind of
service. She handcuffed my hands behind me and rested my chin on the
edge of the chair.
She sat down, and I began my duties. She wiggled into a
comfortable position, and grabbed my hair. .............
my life continued like this.....for last 3 years this is my life.....at my wife's will and orders...at home i always be naked at feet of my mistress
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Hope u all liked my earlier stories . Here is an another intresting story!!!
Guyz comments and feedbacks are neccesary.plz post ur comments and feedbacks on my stories!!!
I(Satish) understand now how cold air makes a woman's nipples cold.
Actually, I understood it all along, but the point has been driven
home to me on more than one occasion. My Mistress loves the cold.
She doesn't love to be in it, she loves what it does to me. This is
not the first time that I have been left outside, naked and at
attention on a chilly fall night. The flood lamp is glaring on me so
that Mistress can watch her toy respond to the cold.
I should explain. I used to call Mistress my wife. She
revoked that privilege some time ago. I thought it was a right, one
I earned when we married. I learned that it was not. When we
married, I had a well paying job in sales, and offered her a stay at
home life. I even hired a maid to come in twice a week. Mistress was
very pleased with that.
Our arrangement went on quite nicely for a year or more. I
had been with my company for about five years. Then there was a change. It was not so much the economic climate, although it did not help at the time. There was a spell when nobody in the company was selling. Then, I lost my biggest account. Replacing those sales was going to be tough. My boss was putting pressure on me to sell more as well. The stress became great, and within a year, I was unemployed.
My wife was supportive at first. She helped me look for another job,
and kept records for me. My mother-in-law gave her leads from her
work, and we followed them up together. But time went on, and I
couldn't get a job that came close to paying enough to support us.
Unemployment was running out, and my savings would not last long. My
wife, and Mother-in-law, became concerned. They started questioning
me about my day closely, asking me if I had been productive. If I
did not meet with their approval, they were disapproving, and they
became harsher as time went on. They questioned my manhood, and my
ability to provide.
One night, it came to a head. My wife was very demanding for two or
three nights, and I strived to please her. She always knew what she
wanted in bed, but she had become more and more aggressive getting
it since I lost my job. Each night I got three hours of sleep or
less. One day I stopped at a fast food joint for some lunch. The
full stomach, and the lack of sleep, I dozed off and missed an
interview.
We had her mother over for dinner that night. She joined us at least
twice a week lately. We were having drinks when they started
quizzing me. I admitted my mistake and the room went deathly quiet.
"What should we do with this wuss that can't even keep a job?" my
wife asked.
"Hmmmph" her mother replied. "Send him to bed without dinner."
I could tell by the smile on my Mistress's face that the idea
appealed to her
"Bullshit!" I said.
Immediately, my face stung and went red hot. My Mother-in-law had
slapped me!
"Don't you EVER talk to your wife like that!" she screamed.
I tried to stammer an apology, but it did no good.
"Sorry does not even come close, boy!"
"Go into the bedroom!" my wife yelled. "I will be in a while!"
i went. I had no choice. I could have overpowered them, but they
were all I had. I had no job, and I moved a thousand miles from my
home to take my old job. The only friends I ever had were from work,
and I hadn't talked to them since I had been fired. So I went.
Mistress followed me five minutes later.
Remove ur clothes!" I looked at her, startled.
"Remove ur clothes!" She repeated. "Now, boy!" I got the point and started to
take off my clothes.
"Faster!" I was still reeling from the tongue-lashing I had gotten a
few minutes ago. I pulled my clothes off and folded them on the
chair.
"Kneel! Here at the foot of the bed." God knows why, I did it. She
turned me so that I was looking up the bed. She pushed my head down,
so that it was bowed.
"Don't you dare move!"
I could smell the dinner cooking, and my knees began to hurt. I
could hear the women talking, and their voices changed from angry to
calm. I could hear them starting dinner, and I wanted some. I was
about to get up and get dressed when I heard the door open. I stayed
still. I felt my wife's breath in my ear.
"If you even think about coming out before I tell you, I will
divorce you, take everything, AND get alimony. Then you will be able
to crawl home with only the clothes on your back, and explain how
you are a failure not only at work, but as a husband as well."
Her words struck me. She was right. In the state we lived in, if you
divorced, you might as well give up everything. The courts awarded
it all to the wife, and the man was left with nothing.
I heard the door slam again, but I could hear their voices as they
giggled through dinner.
I don't know how long it was until I heard the door open again. I
had tried to follow their conversation, but I couldn't. I caught
words, but nothing I could make sense out of. The ones that I did
hear were not all that encouraging. Finally, the door did open. I
started to turn when my Mistress grabbed my hair, and started
pulling me along. I tried to protest my nakedness.
"Shut up, and come on, boy!" I staggered behind her into the living
room. Her Mother was sitting in one chair, and there were two drinks
on the table between the two chairs. Mistress forced me to my knees
in front of the chairs and took a chair.
She grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. I heard and
felt the cold `snick' of handcuffs. It happened so fast I did not
even try to fight. I didn't even know what was happening until they
were on. Mistress pushed my head in a bowed position again.
The women glared at me.
"There is to be some changes." My Mother-in-Law began. "You are
going to be of use to your MISTRESS at all times, now." She stressed
the word Mistress. "You have lost the privilege of calling her your
wife. You now belong to her. That means that you are nothing, and
think of nothing but her pleasures and needs."
My wife reached out with her toe and kicked my balls lightly. I
winced.
"Yes, there will be pain. I have gotten her a job where I work. She
will make enough money to support you both. You will do ALL the
household duties, and do them to her satisfaction."
"You will be trained." My wife said. "I start in two weeks, so you
have a lot to learn. We will start tonight."
I knew that if I did this, there was no turning back. I remembered her words about divorce, and
I knew she meant it. The choice was a life of slavery, or a life of
shame. Either way was broken manhood.
.she put a chastity device on me..
I saw the look of triumph on Mistress's face. She reached
down and grabbed "her package" as she immediately began referring to
it.
"This is something I know that you will understand," she
began. IF you EVER want to use this again, you had better behave.
You will earn it by following the laws that I set down for you,
by being obedient, and by anticipating my needs, and pleasing me.
"The first law is that you do not speak, ever, unless given
permission."
"The second is when you do address me you call me Mistress.
In public you will call me `Ma'am". This is the law that caused the
predicament I was in now.
"The third law is that you will complete all your assigned
chores without flaw"
"The fourth law is that you always completely and promptly
obey any commands that Mother or I give you."
"Tomorrow," my Mother-in-law began, "You will learn
protocol. Do you know what protocol is, slave?"
I shook my head no. Immediately, Mistress's hand snaked out
and slapped me.
"You answer fully, slave! `No, Ma'am, I do not know what
protocol is.' Now say it!"
I must have stumbled, because there was another explosion on
my face.
` "SAY IT!"
"N-no, Ma'am, I do not know what protocol is." I stammered.
"Good, slave. That is protocol." I could hear the
satisfaction and delight in my Mother-in-laws voice. "It is learning
how to behave as a slave."
That night I service both ladies until the sun rose. My
Mother-in-law slept on the guest bed, and Mistress slept on our bed.
I was tied to the foot of the bed. My body was sore, but I slept
anyway, exhausted. I feel my Penis and balls shrinking. I know mistress is looking out, giggling at me. I figure that she is on the phone, telling her
mother how her stupid husband penis up today, and how he is paying
for it.
My punishment tonight is because I did not honor my Mistress in
public. I am to address Mistress as Ma'am in public, especially in
the presence of women. At the restaurant, I did not call her Ma'am
in front of the waitress. In Mistress's mind, I allowed the waitress
to assume that I was equal with my Mistress. I know that this is not
acceptable. I am better trained than that.
Mistress dragged me into the house and knelt me in front of her
chair. Like the first time, there was a drink there. I knew what was
expected of me now. I would be forced to service her for hours with
my tongue. She might read, watch television, talk on the phone or
just relax. But she had a tremendous appetite for this kind of
service. She handcuffed my hands behind me and rested my chin on the
edge of the chair.
She sat down, and I began my duties. She wiggled into a
comfortable position, and grabbed my hair. .............
my life continued like this.....for last 3 years this is my life.....at my wife's will and orders...at home i always be naked at feet of my mistress
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