Unsatisfactory Slave Husband
The Domme Wife held a metal-tipped flogger. Proof she felt supremely angry. She whipped her slave husband.
She chained him to an angled spanking bench. With each stroke, he flinched and whimpered.
“Husband, I am most disappointed with you. Your unforgivable behavior distracts me from more important affairs. Mere men should never need attention. Serve, obey, worship – what could be simpler? Men prove their stupidity by requiring punishment.”
She took an ear lobe in hand, bent, bit it. He screamed.
“Admittedly, hurting you is its own reward. But you should suffer because I’m in a cruel mood. Not because of incompetence. I am so ANGRY!”
She yanked out a few of his hairs.
“Monday, I sent you to the pharmacy, admonishing you to return immediately. You wasted time gawking at a fire. How disrespectful. Last night, you changed the spaghetti recipe. The rule is you ask permission. Surprising me, what a stupid stunt!”
She lashed him, tore tiny red chunks from his skin.
“I’m raising your morning spankings from 20 to 50 strokes. Every evening, you will spend at least a half-hour chained to this spanking bench. If I am angry, you will remain on it all night. Saturdays, I will host Pain & Cruelty Parties. I will offer you as a plaything for every Domme.”
Her husband dared not speak. Any objection would bring more strokes of the flogger. He repented his failings. It was too late. She warned him the day he became her slave husband. Chastity, cuckoldry, spankings and humiliation would henceforth define his life.
She would punish hesitation and deviation. Excuses other than physical inability are valueless.
He faced years of misery.
“Nor will you be released from Chastity on Christmas day. I might as well throw away the key. No, we’ll explore heavy CBT. You’ll be unlocked.”
Freedom to suffer. No more orgasms. Annual release thrilled him.
She saw his sadness. Felt no pity.
Why did she marry him?
“Maybe I will divorce you. Give you away. I know a few frightening, brutal sadists. I could even give you to a man.”
Tears slid down his cheeks.
“Indeed, I could.”