To make matters worse, just as I was getting frustrated, my girlfriend arrived. James showed her in and offered her a drink. She declined and waited in the living room as James rejoined me in the bedroom. I’m sure she could hear how I was talking to my husband in a not so flattering tone of voice, but I didn’t care. I was being a bit of a bitch, I can admit it now, but I was hot and frustrated and the dress was sticking to my skin and those stupid straps were not right and my husband was not being as helpful as I would have liked. It is times like this that I wish I had a real sissy maid, a man who is an expert at dressing and assisting a woman. James does his best but he is not a natural. He’s too masculine.
So by now I am running late and I am not in the best of moods. James suggested I change dresses but that just made me angrier. I wanted to wear my new dress and I was determined. Finally, I said “screw it, who cares if my bra straps are showing and my boobs are hanging out too much? I’m still wearing it.”
Then James goes and lights the fuse. He asks me “what time will you be home?” Now in hindsight, he said this innocently but given the mood I was in, I took it the wrong way. So without using judgment or proper discretion, right in front of my girlfriend, I began to verbally humiliate James. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it was along the lines of,
“What difference does it make what time I get home? I’ll be home when I get home. And if I decide to get drunk and flirt with other men, that’s my fucking business. Yes, James, your wife is going out in this sexy dress and I’m sure men will be gawking at my tits. So what? And if I decide to stay out all night, you’re perfectly okay with that, aren’t you?”
James’ eyes got real big and he looked at Amanda and he looked back at me and his face was soooo red. He was deeply embarrassed. But I didn’t care.
“Answer me, James. Are you okay if I want to stay out all night? And if I meet someone I’m attracted to and decide to spent the night with him, you’re okay with that, aren’t you?”
James looked down at the floor but then he looked at me and he consented to what I had just said. I could tell that he was now aroused. His embarrassment was giving way to submission. He wanted more humiliation, I could feel it, but I knew I had already gone too far in front of my friend.
For her part, my girlfriend must have felt sorry for James because she invited him to join us for dinner. That opened the door for me to humiliate James one more time. I spoke up and answered for him.
“He can’t come with us. He has chores to do. James, I want you to clean up the kitchen and do the laundry in the blue hamper in my bedroom. Is that clear?”
James had slipped into submission. He nodded and his face was no longer red. He was excited and he wanted to be dominated. He liked being humiliated in front of my friend, it was obvious. It was kind of cute and pathetic at the same time.
As for James, well hubby was waiting up for me and he was a good boy. He had cleaned the kitchen and done not only the laundry in the blue hamper but also in the other hamper. He had washed, dried and folded my clothes. He greeted me at the door, bowed before me and apologized for upsetting me. I sat down on the couch and I told him to worship my body, beginning by kissing my feet. I told him about the men I flirted with and danced with (embellishing things a little) and how I loved humiliating him in front of Amanda. James was very excited and he worked his way up my body, kissing me all over. Finally I allowed him to remove my dress and we retired to the bedroom. He performed total body worship and licked me to several orgasms. Of course he was denied.
Like I said in a post last month, it is a fine line between domination and abuse. But I agree that it is nice to have a submissive man around the house to direct my frustrations at, whether he always deserves it or not.
James is really an obedient boy. From what I read, your ruining his orgasm has been a great success. Are you planning on continuing to allow him ruined orgasms only?
I haven’t decided. It will be two months on June 19. He is ready for one as he was leaking lots of pre-cum while he was performing body worship the other night. I’ll probably give him one this week but I haven’t decided when, where or how yet.
She admitted that she has been thinking a lot about the night I verbally dressed James down in front of her and she has been curious about it.
I reiterated to her what I had told her that night, how James enjoys being bossed around and humiliated by me. But I did tell her it is real in the sense that I am the dominant partner in the marriage.
It was now almost 11:00 and I asked Amanda if she would like to watch me humiliate James some more. She played it coy, acting like she didn’t want to but it didn’t take much persuasion on my part to get her to agree. So I called James to make sure he was still up and I told him not to go to bed, that Amanda and I were coming to the house and I needed him to fix us and serve us some refreshments. I also told him, with Amanda listening to the entire conversation as I had James on speaker, that he was to go and put on a pair of my panties and wear them under his clothes.
James served us vegetables and dip along with chips and salsa. He has come a long ways as the tray was well prepared and very decorative, the carrot sticks and celery making a colorful circle around the cups of French onion dip and salsa, the chips making the outer perimeter around the veggies. He got me a beer and Amanda a glass of Sprite. He sat the tray on the coffee table and began to exit toward the kitchen when I told him I wanted him to join us but as he attempted to sit on the couch, I told him to kneel before me and put his head to the floor. He hesitated, looking at Amanda but then he slowly obeyed my command as he kneeled. I placed my feet on his back and used him as my footstool as Amanda and I talked and enjoyed the refreshments. I totally ignored James as if he wasn’t there. Amanda kept looking at him, not sure what to make of all of this.
As we were talking, I made sure to mention some of the cute guys we saw at the concert. To my surprise and absolute delight, Amanda jumped right in and talked about the two guys who bought us drinks and especially the guy who asked me for my number (all true). I teased how I might give him a call and go out with him (not true), how I noticed the bulge in his pants (not true), and how it was obvious that he wanted to get me in bed (probably true). Amanda suggested that perhaps we could double date with them. It was at this point that I addressed my husband for the first time since he had become my footstool,
“Is that okay with you, my dear husband, if Amanda and I go out on a double date next weekend?”
He grunted that it was.
“Not that you have any say in the matter. I mean look at you, down there, debasing yourself in front of my friend, wearing my panties under your pants, listening to your wife making plans to date other men, what kind of a man are you anyway?”
James didn’t say a word so I just continued on, verbally humiliating him about what a pussy-whipped, emasculated husband he had become.
“Amanda was telling me tonight how she couldn’t get over how I boss you around and how you just take it. Isn’t that right Amanda?”
She also got very quiet but finally she whispered “Yes, Yes I did”.
I could tell I had made her uncomfortable so I didn’t ask her any more questions, I just continued to humiliate James.
“James, Amanda has to get going, so after she leaves I want you to put this refreshment tray away and clean up the kitchen before you go to bed. Do you have your list of chores I expect you to do for the weekend?”
James grunted out that he had.
“Tell them to me, from memory, what are you going to be doing this weekend while I go shopping tomorrow.”
James hesitated a little too long so I gave him a nudge with my feet. Then he told us how we would be doing the dusting, vacuuming, laundry and cutting the lawn.
“Very good, and if you don’t do an excellent job, and I mean A+, you will be punished. But you like to be punished, don’t you husband of mine? You have a bit of a Mommy thing going, don’t you, wanting your wife to punish you when you are naughty.”
James’ face turned red when I mentioned the punishment and the Mommy thing.
“Look Amanda, he is embarrassed. See how easy it is to embarrass him. But it’s all true you know, he likes to be punished.”
I said some more things, like how I can go out with whomever I want, when I want. How I am free to sleep with other men, if I so choose but he must remain totally loyal, devoted and monogamous to me. James acknowledged all of his by nodding his head up and down.
Although she didn’t say much, I could tell Amanda enjoyed watching, especially when I humiliate him about me dating other men. I couldn’t quite read her when I was humiliating James about his chores and possible punishment but Amanda seems to get a real kick watching me humiliate James about my active social life.
Finally, the show was over. Amanda got up and left and I retired to bed. I originally told James to join me in the bedroom when he was done with his duties in the kitchen but once I hit the mattress, I was out. James came in and woke me by climbing into bed, thinking he was going to be allowed to orally service me, but I sent him away. I wanted to sleep.