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Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 01

By: Goodhusband



This is the first episode in a short series entitled, "Louis Makes a Decision". It is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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All of my stories are romances. They are always about people who are deeply in love with each other. Sadly, sometimes people who were once deeply in love forget about why they were originally attracted to each other. If they're lucky, they remember before it's too late.

I really don't know why Sarah married me. She's a very successful divorce attorney. I'm a college professor. Sarah's annual income approaches seven figures while mine will never reach six figures.

My wife is a thirty-seven year old brown eyed brunette beauty. At 5 feet eight inches, she's an inch taller than I am. Her large bust, narrow waist and slim hips give her a figure that draws the attention of every man she passes on the street. Sarah is a knockout. On the other hand, I'm a slender forty-two year old intellectual with slightly effeminate mannerisms.

Sarah and I have many common interests. Both of us love the opera and the symphony. We readily agree that the New York Times Crossword Puzzle and a fine cup of coffee make a wonderful combination on a Sunday morning. 

Clothes are also a favorite mutual interest. Sarah and I can happily spend many hours together perusing the racks of any upscale clothing store. My wife likes to joke that I may be the perfect girlfriend.

We have a very active, albeit different sex life. My penis is tiny. I suppose the girlfriend analogy applies here as well. We've had normal intercourse two times. On both occasions I came almost immediately after I entered Sarah.

Sarah quickly decided that intercourse just wasn't the appropriate way for us to express our love. Those were her exact words. Now I spend hours on my knees licking my wife's ass and pussy while she relaxes on the bed with her eyes closed.

When we were first married, Sarah would always end a session of lovemaking by giving me a nice blow job. It never lasted more than a minute, but I always enjoyed it. About a year ago, she decided to stop sucking my cock. 

One night after I'd finished licking Sarah to several orgasms she informed me of her decision. "Louis, your penis is so tiny that I don't actually get much enjoyment out of sucking it. It's really not much more interesting to me than sucking on a soda straw."

She shrugged. "I don't see how you could be getting much enjoyment from it either. You always cum in less than a minute. It really doesn't seem like it's worth the effort."

My wife smiled at me. "I think it would be much more fun for both of us if you ended our lovemaking sessions by licking my ass while you masturbate." Sarah patted my head. "Louis, if you think about it, that's a much more appropriate expression of our love for each other."

I wanted to object, but I didn't. I never objected, it was very difficult for me to argue with Sarah.

Shortly after we were married, Sarah divided our duties. She took over the complete financial management of the household. I turned my pay checks over to her. She paid the bills, managed the checking and charge accounts and took care of all of our investments. Sarah's rationale was simple. She made most of the money so she should manage it.

I now get a weekly allowance. Every Friday morning Sarah hands me an envelope with fifty dollars in it. When she gives it to me she always says, "Here you are dear; it's all yours, spend it wisely."

I was assigned all of the household chores. I do all of the cooking, cleaning and laundry.

Sarah adores this arrangement. Whenever her girlfriends Cassie and Monica come over, she facetiously refers to me as her wife. They always get a big laugh out of it.

Sarah really enjoys this aspect of our marriage. She loves to buy me frilly aprons as gifts. I now have a very large collection and she insists that I wear them whenever I'm working around the house.

She rationalizes this by saying, "Louis, I dress you in very expensive clothing. Wearing an apron is a remarkably intelligent way to keep your clothes neat and nice."

Last year for my birthday, Sarah gave me a large box of lace panties. Inside the box there was a short note. 

It said: 

This is the perfect gift for a wonderful wife. I expect you to throw out all of your ugly boxer shorts and start wearing these cute panties.

Love 

Sarah

The next day Sarah came into the bedroom while I was throwing out my old underwear. As soon as she realized what I was doing She kissed me and said, "Louis, I wasn't really sure how you would react to this. I can't describe how pleased I am to see that you're doing it for me." 

She unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. When she saw the pale yellow panties I was wearing she grinned and said, "Baby, you're such a good little wife."

Sarah pulled my trousers all the way off and dragged me over to the bed. She lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down. As she lay down on her stomach she said, "Louis lick my asshole. Show me that you understand exactly who the boss is in our marriage."

I obediently spread the cheeks of Sarah's gorgeous ass and started to kiss and lick her asshole. I couldn't argue with her. I could never argue with Sarah. She really was the boss.

About three months ago Sarah began spending more time with her old friends Cassie and Monica. They started going out every Thursday night. They called it girls night out. Sarah told me that they went out for dinner, drinks and gossip. At first she was always home by 10:30. It seemed pretty harmless.

About a month later Sarah went out on a Thursday night and didn't get home until 2:30 in the morning. The next day I confronted her about why she was out so late. 

She looked at me and said, "It's really none of your business, but if you must know, after we finished our dinner we went to a night club and spent the evening dancing."

I was shocked. I asked, "Were you dancing with men?"

My wife laughed. "Of course we were, we're not in junior high school."

Sarah waited for me to say something more. When I didn't she sneered at me and said, "If you're done with your little interrogation, I'm hungry. Get your apron on and make me some breakfast."

I obeyed immediately.

The following week Cassie and Monica came over on Saturday afternoon. We had a pool and a patio. The three girls loved to lie in the sun, drink margaritas and gossip. As usual I was required to wait on them. It was on that particular afternoon that my wife first started referring to me as her servant.

I was bringing them their second round of margaritas when I happened to overhear Cassie ask Sarah, "Where are we going for date night this week."

The words "date night" caught my attention. 

Sarah answered, "Dave wants to go to Maguire's for dinner. He says they have great steaks. He suggested that after dinner we go dancing at the 520 Club."

Monica nodded. "That would be great, Jerry loves Maguire's."

I turned. 

Sarah noticed and stared at me. It seemed as though she wasn't even mildly concerned that I'd overheard what she'd just said.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Who's Dave?"

Sarah shrugged. "It's really none of your business, but if you must know he's the guy I go dancing with on Thursday nights."

For a moment Sarah and I stared at each other. There was dead silence and then Cassie and Monica started giggling. That was all it took, I folded. I sighed and retreated to safety of the house.

For the next several days neither of us mentioned Dave.

The following Thursday evening I walked into the bedroom. Sarah was getting ready to go out. She had just finished showering and was sitting at her makeup table.

I didn't know what to say so I asked a silly question. "Are you going out?"

Sarah shook her head in mock dismay. "Of course I am. You know very well that Thursday is my night out with Cassie and Monica."

"Can I sit with you while you're getting dressed?"

"Sure, but if you don't have anything better to do, why don't you make yourself useful and get me a glass of pinot grigio."

I obediently answered, "Certainly, right away." 

I went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Sarah. I was about to pick it up when I stopped. Lately Sarah had made it clear that she preferred it when I served her wine on a tray. I found a tray and set the glass of wine on it. I was about to pick it up when I decided to surprise Sarah with a light snack. I quickly cut up an apple and sliced some cheddar cheese. I put it all on a small plate and set it on the tray next to Sarah's wine.

Once that was done, I picked up the tray and brought it to Sarah. My wife was standing up when I walked into the bedroom. She was fastening a black garter belt around her waist. Sarah smiled as I carefully set her glass of wine and the plate of apple slices and cheese on her makeup table.

As soon as I was done she looked at me and said, "Louis, you are becoming a very good servant. You really should be proud of yourself."

Pleasing my wife was very important to me. I beamed with pride as I sat down on the bed. 

Sarah sat down at her makeup table and took a sip of her wine. After she set her glass down she picked up a black nylon stocking and rolled it onto her leg.

"I haven't seen you wear stockings and a garter belt for a long time. What's the occasion?"

Sarah shrugged. "Nothing really, sometimes it's just fun to feel sexy."

As Sarah rolled her second stocking onto her other leg I asked, "Where are you going for dinner tonight?"

Of course I already knew the answer. I remembered the conversation I'd overheard last Saturday. I just wanted to hear it again.

"Maguire's, it's a new place on the west side of the city."

"Who's going to be there?"

Sarah turned. She also remembered the conversation on Saturday. She stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Cassie and Monica." She paused. "Our dance partners will be there too."

"This guy Dave that you mentioned on Saturday, will he be there?"

Sarah stood and pulled a pair of thong panties on over her garter belt and nylons. "Yes of course he will, he's my dance partner."

I thought about this for a moment. I really didn't know what to say.

Sarah walked over to the bed, picked up her skirt and pulled it on. It was short, very short.

"That's a short skirt."

Sarah smiled. "Yes it is, short skirts make dancing easier."

She picked up her blouse and slipped her arms into the sleeves. She hadn't bothered to put on a brassiere first."

"You're not going to wear a bra tonight?"

"No, I think I look sexier without one." She glared at me. "I enjoy looking sexy, is that a problem for you?"

I looked at the floor and quietly said, "No I guess not."

Sarah smiled as she fastened the two bottom buttons of her blouse. I noticed that she'd left the three top buttons unfastened.

My wife looked in the mirror and then she turned around and faced me. "There, how do I look?"

The truth was, Sarah was dressed like a slut. Her short skirt looked like something a teenager would wear, her breasts spilled out of the open buttons at the top of her blouse and her eye shadow was much too dark.

Part of me wanted to protest. Part of me wanted to scream at her that no decent wife would ever dream of going out dressed like that.

Another part of me had a far different reaction. The meek submissive part of me wanted to fall on my knees and beg to be allowed to kiss Sarah's pussy before she went out.

I was torn, I couldn't decide what to say so finally I just whispered, "You look very sexy."

Sarah stared at me for a moment and then she walked over and patted my cheek. "Louis, you're very sweet."

My wife turned so that she could check her hair in the mirror one more time. 

I looked at my watch. It was almost seven o'clock. "What time are Cassie and Monica going to pick you up?"

"I'm not riding with Cassie and Monica tonight. They live on the other side of town. Dave lives about a mile away. It's much more convenient for him to pick me up."

I stared at Sarah. Suddenly I said, "This is a date! Another man is picking you up at our house and taking you out for an evening of dining and dancing." I was appalled, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. 

I shook my head. "You're going out on a date!"

Sarah turned. For a moment she just stared at me and then she shrugged and said, "Yes I suppose I am. Well, there you have it. I'm going out on a date with another man." She placed her hands on her hips. It was a defiant stance. "What are you going to do about it Louis?"

I stood perfectly still. The last remnants of my manhood desperately wanted to scream, No you can't go! You're my wife, you cannot date other men. Sadly, I didn't, that part of me had long ago shriveled away. I no longer had the back bone to protest. Now all I could do was silently stare at the floor.

Sarah smirked and said, "That's what I thought you'd do."

I was completely humiliated.

A car horn sounded outside. 

"That's Dave, I have to go. You don't want me to keep him waiting do you?"

Sarah walked over to me and patted the top of my head. "Don't worry Louis, I still love you."

My wife grabbed her purse. As she opened the front door she said, "Don't sit up waiting for me, I'll probably be home quite late." 

Sarah stepped through the doorway and paused. "The hamper in my closet is filled with dirty lingerie; you can hand wash all of it for me this evening." She chuckled, "That should keep you from getting bored."

Sarah closed the door behind her and left.

I went to the front window and peeked out the curtain. A tall handsome man in his early forties was standing next to a Lexus. He was holding the passenger door of the car open for Sarah. I assumed that this was Dave.

My heart broke when I saw my wife walk up to this strange man, put her arms around his neck and brazenly kiss him on the lips.

After she broke off her kiss she turned and looked at the house. Sarah knew I would be watching out the window. She waved at me and got into Dave's car. I foolishly waved back.

Dave closed the car door behind her, walked around to the driver's side and got in.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I watched this handsome man start his car, pull away from the curb and drive off with my wife.

Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 02



Note: This story is the second episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the first episode of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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I didn't want to give Sarah any reason to be angry with me when she came home, so as soon she and Dave drove away I went into her bedroom and found her laundry hamper. I obediently hand washed all of her dirty lingerie and hung it on the clothesline in the basement.

That took me about an hour. Once that chore was completed I went into the kitchen and made myself some dinner. I ate in front of the television. While I ate I thought about what Sarah and Dave might be doing. I looked at my watch, it was a little before 9:00. I assumed that they were just finishing their dinner. I wondered if MacGuire's did have great steaks.

As soon as I was done eating I cleaned the kitchen and washed up my dirty dishes. As I was finishing I looked at the clock again. It was 10:15.

I spent the next hour vacuuming and dusting the living room. Earlier this week Sarah had mentioned that the living room was looking a bit messy. I guess I was feeling a little insecure about Sarah's feelings towards me. I wanted to try to impress her with my skills as a husband.

At 11:30 I took a shower and put on my pajama's. Once I was ready for bed I sat down in the living room and turned on the television. I found an old movie and promptly fell asleep.

I was awakened by the a pair of automobile headlights and the sound of an engine. A car had just pulled into our driveway. I sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 1:45. 

Suddenly it was dark and quiet again. Someone had turned the headlights and car engine off.

I waited. When I didn't hear the sound of a car door I got up and carefully peeked out the front window. It was Dave's Lexus. The light on our front walk gave just enough illumination for me to be able to see one person's head in the front seat, but I could only see one head. I was pretty sure it was Dave and he appeared to be lying back in the driver's seat.

I watched. After a few minutes, another head appeared. This was obviously Sarah. My stomach churned when I realized what she must have been doing.

Dave handed Sarah something. She wiped her mouth with it. It must have been his handkerchief. She handed it back and they kissed. It was a long drawn out kiss. Finally they broke apart. They appeared to talk for a moment and then Sarah opened the car door and got out.

I closed the curtain and hurried back to my chair. I didn't want Sarah to know I'd been spying on her.

After a moment the front door opened and Sarah walked into the house. Her blouse was brazenly unbuttoned. Her large breasts were hanging free. She closed the door behind her and set her purse down on the table in the entrance way.

She noticed me as she walked into the living room. "Oh, you're still up."

"You're very late."

"I told you I would be."

"You sat out front in the car for a long time."

"Were you spying on me?"

"You're my wife."

"So what?"

That answer disarmed me for a moment. I wasn't sure what to say next.

Sarah noticed my confusion and said, "What's the matter wimp, cat got your tongue?"

Sarah's aggressive attitude got me even more flustered.

I started to stutter. "Wha wha what were you doing out there?"

Sarah laughed, "What do you think we were doing. Dave and I are two healthy adults of the opposite sex."

"You're a married woman!"

"Dave took me out for a nice dinner and a wonderful evening of dancing. We're not in grade school, we're adults. When a man does that for a woman he expects a little sugar when he takes her home. 

Sarah walked over and patted my face. "Relax baby, all he did was kiss me and play with my tits for a little while."

"What about when you're head was in his lap?"

Sarah stared at me for a moment. "Oh you saw that." She sighed, "Okay, I did give him a blow job. Louis, Dave is a healthy adult male. You don't expect me to get him all hot and bothered and then send him on his way do you?" She shook her head, "That would be cruel."

"Why not, you do it to me all the time." I stopped. I don't know what got into me. I just blurted it out.

We both stared at each other in silence.

Finally Sarah scowled at me, "Dave's a man." She kept her eyes fixed on my eyes. Gradually I wilted and averted my gaze to the floor. 

Sarah's scowl slowly turned into a smile. She defiantly placed her hands on her hips and hissed, "Now if you are finished, I am tired and I am going to bed. Your cross examination has pissed me off. Louis, I do not want to hear another word out of you until tomorrow morning."

"But..."

"Not another word!"

Sarah stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

I stood perfectly still. Waves of regret immediately started rolling through my gut. I couldn't bear having Sarah angry with me.

I quietly knocked on her bedroom door. "Sarah, I'm sorry I made you mad."

"Not another fucking word Louis!"

I got up very early Friday morning and prepared a ham and cheese quiche. It was Sarah's favorite breakfast. I made it from scratch. I'd lain awake all night trying to come up with a way to make amends to her. I couldn't bear the thought of Sarah being angry with me. This was the best plan I could devise.

While I was cooking I listened for sounds of activity from her bedroom. I heard her first footsteps just before 7:30. It was just after 8:00 when Sarah's bedroom door opened and she came out.

I was on my knees waiting for her when she walked into the living room.

Sarah looked gorgeous. She was wearing a very expensive hand tailored wool business suit. She stopped when she saw me kneeling in my lace apron. She stood perfectly still and stared at me.

I swallowed hard and said, "Sarah, I am sorry that I offended you last night. Please forgive me." I smiled at her, "I made your favorite breakfast."

Sarah continued staring at me. Gradually a very subtle smile formed on her rouged lips.

"Louis, you were incredibly rude last night. You had absolutely no business questioning my behavior."

I bowed my head. "I'm Sorry Sarah."

Sarah held up her hand and stopped me. "Louis I think that for the time being it would be better if you called me Ms. Raymond."

My last name was Mitchell. Sarah chose to keep her name when we got married.

"Yes Ms. Raymond."

Sarah walked a slow circle around me. "I am impressed by your display of remorse, but you are going to have to do more than this to atone for last night's incredibly rude behavior."

She stopped and stared at me, "Do you truly wish to make amends?"

I looked up at her. "Yes please, I will do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes."

Sarah smiled. It was a wicked smile. "Very well, if you truly wish to make amends, you can serve as my slave for one week."

I thought about this for a moment. I already did all the cooking and housework. How much worse could this possibly be? I smiled to myself, I was getting off cheap.

Deep down inside me there was also a little thrill of excitement. There has obviously always been a dominant submissive tone to our relationship. The idea of actually living it was rather enticing. 

I bowed my head, "Thank you Ms. Raymond, you're being very generous."

Sarah looked at me, "You're welcome Louis." She paused. "I think you need to do something to demonstrate that you willingly accept my terms."

Sarah thought for a moment and then she smiled. "I know." 

She walked over so she was standing in front of me and turned around. Sarah slowly raised the hem of her skirt to her waist, placed one hand on the back of the chair in front of her and leaned forward.

"Pull my panty hose and panties down and lick my ass."

I hesitated for a moment. I'd been licking Sarah's ass since well before we got married. The truth is I enjoyed it, but this time it somehow felt different. This time it seemed like I would be surrendering to Sarah when I did it.

I moved very slowly. The submissive part of me wanted to savor this moment. I carefully pulled Sarah's pantyhose and panties down and reverently spread the cheeks of her full round ass. 

I stared at her asshole. I was both terrified and excited. I sensed that by giving her this kiss, I was relinquishing my few remaining rights as a husband and as a man.

Sarah became impatient with my delay. "Well what are you waiting for? I don't have all day."

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against Sarah's anus.

She sighed when she felt me make contact. I kissed her for a moment, but that still wasn't enough for her.

"I believe my instructions were to lick it."

Sarah quietly cooed when she felt my tongue penetrate her asshole.

After a moment she said, "I think this might be a very interesting week." 

Sarah pulled up her panties and pantyhose and pushed her skirt back down. When she walked into the dining room she saw the morning newspaper lying next to her place at the head of the table and smiled.

I poured Sarah a cup of coffee and went into the kitchen. I put a slice of quiche on a plate and poured a glass of orange juice. Sarah was reading the paper when I brought her breakfast into the dining room. I set the quiche and the glass of orange juice in front of her and politely stepped back.

Without lifting her eyes from the newspaper Sarah said, "Thank you Louis." She used the same indifferent tone that an arrogant diner might use with a waiter in a restaurant.

As soon as she finished her quiche Sarah daintily dabbed at her lips with her cloth napkin and stood up. "Louis that was very good." She smiled at me. "I've always believed that you would make an excellent servant."

I bowed politely and said, "Thank you Ms. Raymond." I was trying as hard as I could to please Sarah. I desperately wanted to get back into her good graces.

Sarah smirked at my obedient manner. "Louis, I'm pleased to see that you're being serious in your effort to atone for last night's rude behavior. I wish I could stay and pursue this further, but I have to go to work. We'll continue this when I get home tonight."

Sarah looked at me with a very wicked smile. In her most mocking tone of voice she said, "I'll see you this evening slaveboy."

My wife picked up her purse and walked to the front door. As she opened it Sarah said, "I think I would like Tuna Delmonico for dinner tonight."

I shook my head in dismay. "The sauce for that dish takes almost three hours to prepare."

She smiled, "Yes, I know it does." She stared at me, "What time does you last lecture end today?"

"3:00."

"Good, that will get you home by 3:30. I'll expect you to serve dinner at 7:00, that should allow plenty of preparation time."



Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 03



Note: This story is the third episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.



After I was done teaching my last class I left the University as quickly as I could. On my way home I stopped at the grocery store and a fresh fish market to get the ingredients for Sarah's dinner.

It was just after 3:30 when I got home. I quickly put the groceries away, put on my lace apron and started preparing the ginger sauce for Tuna Delmonico. The first hour of preparation requires the most effort. The sauce has to be stirred constantly as it simmers. Once the sauce was cooking, I made garlic mashed potatoes. They were Sarah's favorite. When I was done with the potatoes, I washed the lettuce for two Caesar salads and laid the leaves between the folds of a towel so they could dry. After that was done I had a few spare moments so I vacuumed the living room and dining room.

It was just after 5:30 when Sarah walked in the front door. She smiled when she saw me vacuuming. My wife walked across the living room and went down the hall to her bedroom. As she disappeared through the hall door she said, "Put the vacuum cleaner away and join me in my bedroom."

I quickly did as I was told.

Sarah glared at me when I walked into her room. "Excuse me, just what do you think you're doing?"

"You told me to join you in your bedroom."

"Louis, I will tell you this one time and one time only. You are a slave. You are expected to knock and get permission before you enter this room. If you ever forget that again, you will be severely punished. Do you understand me?"

I bowed my head and quietly said, "Yes Ms. Raymond."

Sarah smiled and then she opened her purse and took out a small box. The words CB 2000 were printed on the top of box.

"I bought a little present for you on my way home."

I was nervous, Sarah wasn't in the frame of mind to be giving me real presents.

"May I ask what it is?"

"Certainly, it's a male chastity cage."

I was momentarily stunned. I didn't even know that such things existed.

Sarah continued, "I really don't want a slave lying around my house jerking off all day, so I'm taking the necessary precaution to control your behavior."

"But I don't...OOOW"

The slap was sudden and unexpected, it hurt.

"Silence! When I want your opinion I'll ask for it." She glared at me, "Louis I am not interested in hearing your thoughtless, self indulgent comments."

I bowed my head in shame. Sarah's slap hurt. Tears were running down my cheeks.

Sarah laughed when she saw I was crying. "I knew you were a little pansy, but I didn't think you were that delicate." She thought for a moment. "I think we'll have to change your name to Louise." She looked at me and smiled, "Yes Louise is a much more appropriate name for a little sissyboy like you."

I stared at Sarah. I didn't know what to say or do.

She seemed to sense my confusion, "Just behave yourself Louise, you'll do fine. You will quickly learn that I reward obedience just as rapidly as I punish insubordination."

Sarah stared at me for a moment. When I didn't reply she said, "Good, I'm glad that's settled; now strip down to your panties."

I stared at my wife. 

She shook her head, "I am going to get very cross with you if I have to keep repeating every instruction." Sarah raised her voice, "Louise, Strip!"

This time I responded very quickly to Sarah's command. My apron, shirt, trousers and my shoes and socks were off in a flash. I piled everything in a neat stack on the floor and patiently waited for Sarah's next direction.

She nodded in approval. "Much better, now pull your panties down. It's time to put on your chastity belt."

I did as I was told and obediently stood in front of my wife with my panties around my knees while she read the directions for the CB 2000. When she was ready Sarah slipped the device onto my cock and balls.

As she was doing it she said, "Tonight, before we go to bed I am going to take this off so you can shave off all of this unsightly pubic hair. I think that you will look much better without it." 

As soon as she was finished putting the chastity cage on me, Sarah snapped the tiny gold lock into place and put the key in her purse. "Louise you understand that you are never allowed to go into my purse without my specific permission."

I nodded, "Yes Ms. Raymond; I understand."

As I answered I marveled at my wife's skill as an attorney. She once again got me to acquiesce to a much larger demand by getting me to agree to a smaller concession. When I acknowledged the fact that I wasn't allowed go into Sarah's purse, I also agreed to wear the chastity cage.

I pulled up my panties. When I reached down to pick up my trousers, Sarah stopped me. "I don't think those will be allowed this evening. Your lace apron and panties will make a very appropriate outfit for you while you're serving me."

"Ms. Raymond, may I be allowed to make a request?"

"Certainly, but keep it short and respectful."

"I would like to be able to wear a shirt. I'm already cold."

Sarah thought for a moment. Finally she said, "That is a reasonable request." She paused, "Let me think, what do we have that would be appropriate?" Suddenly she smiled, "I know."

Sarah got up, walked over to one of her dressers and opened up the second drawer.

After rummaging through her clothing for a moment she smiled and said, "Here it is." Sarah pulled out pale yellow woman's cotton undershirt. The sleeves and neck were trimmed with white lace.

She handed it to me. "This should keep you nice and warm."

I held it up. It was very feminine.

"Hurry up now, put it on."

I slipped it over my head and pulled it down. I'm about the same height as Sarah and very slender. The shirt actually fit me very well.

Sarah giggled. "Those go nicely with your lace panties. I'll have to buy some more of them for you."

She paused, "Now, put your apron on and check the dinner. Return as quickly as you can. I want you to undress me and give me a bath before I sit down to eat."

For the next half hour I raced between the kitchen and Sarah's bathroom. My wife was a demanding mistress. She refused to do anything for herself. I had to undress her, bathe her, dry her off, brush her beautiful long hair and finally dress her in a very luxurious pair of silk lounging pajamas.

We finished just before 7:00. Once we were done I followed Sarah into the living room. She sat down in a large stuffed chair and picked up a book. As she opened it she said, "Bring me a martini. I want to relax for a few minutes while you put my dinner on the table."

I brought Sarah her drink. She smiled when she saw that it was on a tray. "That's very good Louise. I do believe that you have the potential to become an excellent slave."

I bowed, "Thank you Ms. Raymond." At this point it didn't take very much praise from Sarah to make me happy.

I went into the kitchen and quickly grilled the tuna steaks. While they were cooking, I set the dining room table. I put one place setting in Sarah's usual position at the head of the table and another place setting on the side of the table closest to the kitchen door. This was where I generally sat.

I prepared a large bowl of Caesar salad and carefully divided it into two smaller bowls. After that, I opened a bottle of chardonnay and brought the two salads and the wine out to the dining room table. 

Once that was done, I went back into the kitchen, took the two tuna steaks off of the grill and put each of them onto a plate. I smiled as I carefully dribbled the ginger sauce over the steaks. Tuna Delmonico was not only a favorite of Sarah's, it was also one of my favorites. This dinner was going to be a rare treat. I was looking forward to it.

I set the two plates on the table and went into the living room. "Ms. Raymond, dinner is served."

Sarah smiled and stood up. "Very good Louise, you're timing is nearly perfect."

Sarah's praise made me beam with pride. I hurried back into the dining room so I could see her reaction when she saw our dinner.

When my wife walked into the dining room she noticed the table and stopped. Her smile quickly turned into a scowl. Sarah looked at me, "Louise are we expecting company for dinner?"

I shook my head, "No Ms. Raymond."

"Would you care to explain the presence of the second plate?"

I became very nervous. I started to stammer. "It's ah...well sort of for... me."

Sarah glared at me, "Slaves don't ever sit at the table and eat. Slaves eat in the kitchen after they've served their Mistress."

I was completely crushed. I stood absolutely still. I didn't know what to do."

Sarah was quick to give me direction, "Remove your plate immediately and take it into the kitchen." Her voice was icy cold. 

I quickly picked up the plate. As I carried it away Sarah said, "Put that piece of fish into a plastic bag. I'll have it for lunch tomorrow. In this household we don't waste fresh tuna steaks on slaves. You can open some canned tuna, that should be sufficient for you."

I took my plate to the kitchen. As I was bagging my tuna steak Sarah called to me, "Louise please hurry; I am waiting for you to pour me a glass of wine."

I returned to the dining room, as I was pouring her wine she said, "Serve me some mashed potatoes."

I set the bottle of chardonnay down and spooned some potatoes onto Sarah's plate. Once that was done, I watched with envy as my wife took a bite of fish. She smiled as she swallowed it. 

I waited for some words of praise. When they didn't come I said, "Do you like the fish?"

Sarah stared at me. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember giving you permission to speak. Louise you do not have the right to disturb my dinner."

I hung my head as Sarah continued eating.

Sarah ate most of her salad, and about half of her fish and potatoes. When she was done she set her fork down and smiled at me. "Louise that was delicious. You are an excellent cook."

I beamed with pride.

As she was taking a final sip of wine Sarah noticed me looking at the uneaten portion of her dinner. She got a very wicked smile on her face and said, "Louise you have done a very nice job with this dinner. I believe that you deserve a reward. Would you like to finish my fish and potatoes?"

I really did want to taste the tuna so I said; "Yes please Ms. Raymond, that would be very kind."

"Very well."

I started to sit down in my chair.

"What do you think you're doing? Get away from that chair before I have to punish you!"

I quickly stood.

Sarah pointed to the floor, "Louise get down on your knees."

I stared at my wife for a moment. I didn't understand what she was telling me to do."

Sarah shook her head in dismay. "Are you deaf? I told you to get down on your knees."

The tone of her voice was more than enough motivation for me. I quickly dropped to my knees.

Once I was in place next to her chair Sarah set her plate on the floor in front of me and started to giggle. "Eat up slaveboy."

I looked up at my wife in dismay. I couldn't believe what she was expecting me to do.

Sarah glared at me. "Do not even think about turning down my generosity. I would consider that a personal affront. Louise, I will punish you if you do not accept my gift."

"Would you please pass me a fork?"

Sarah grinned at me, "Of course not. Louise, you make a very nice pet I want to see you eat like one." Sarah laughed as I lapped up the leftover fish and mashed potatoes like a dog.

I was licking the plate clean when I happened to glance up at Sarah. She was staring at me with a slightly lost expression on her face. Suddenly I noticed that her right hand had slipped inside the waistband of her silk lounging pajamas. Sarah was masturbating. 

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I quickly became convinced that Sarah wasn't actually aware that she was doing it. I kept stealing glances at her. Slowly I began to understand that my wife got a sexual thrill out of tormenting me.

Suddenly Sarah caught me looking at her. At the same moment she realized what she was doing. For a brief moment my goddess of self control appeared to be flummoxed. 

Her confusion didn't last long. She quickly regained control. She didn't stop masturbating, instead she stared directly into my eyes and started to smile. It was almost as if she was saying - So now that you know, what are you going to do about it wimpboy?



Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 04



Note: This story is the fourth episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

After dinner Sarah retired to the living room. I brought her a glass of cognac. She relaxed and read her book while I cleaned the kitchen.

Once I was finished with my chores I took my apron off and went into the living room. When she heard me enter the room Sarah looked up from her book, motioned with one hand that I was to wait, and continued reading. She made me stand there for fifteen minutes while she read her book and sipped her cognac.

Finally she set her book down and looked up at me. "Louise fetch me the telephone."

I brought the telephone to Sarah. 

She set it down next to her and pointed at the floor in front of her. "Louise, get on your knees and massage my feet."

This was a command that I was more than happy to obey and Sarah knew it. Sarah discovered my little foot fetish shortly after we started dating. Since then she has spent many happy hours relaxing in a chair while I kissed and licked her toes.

My wife sighed with contentment as I started massaging her feet. "Louise, that feels so good. You really are wonderful. You cook, you clean, you massage my feet and you're delightfully obedient. You make an outstanding slave."

Sarah finished the last of her cognac and handed the glass to me. "Take this to the kitchen and bring me a glass of the chardonnay that I had with dinner."

I quickly went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, put it on a tray and returned to the living room. 

As I set her wine on the end table Sarah said, "Louise fetch my purse."

I obediently retrieved Sarah's purse. She opened it, took out her address book and looked up a telephone number. Once she found it Sarah picked up the telephone. 

She was about to dial the number when she suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Get back on your knees and continue kissing and licking my feet."

I dutifully got down on my knees and carefully picked up Sarah's right foot. I gently kissed my wife's big toe while she dialed the telephone and waited for an answer.

After a moment she said, "Hi baby it's me."

"Oh that's sweet. I really enjoyed last night too."

I suddenly realized that Sarah was talking to Dave. I kept kissing her feet. I didn't want her to think I was eavesdropping.

"I agree, Maguires was wonderful. My fillet was excellent."

"Yes, I would love to go there again next Thursday."

Sarah smiled. "The DJ at the 520 Club was very good. I had fun. I agree, we should definitely go back there."

She nodded, "Yes, we both had a little too much to drink." 

Sarah started giggling, "You found my panties on the floor of the back seat? I wondered what happened to them."

She listened for a minute then she giggled, "You are so bad. You can't talk like that on the telephone."

"Okay, I'll admit it; I really did enjoy giving it to you. It's been a long time since I sucked one that big."

I stopped and looked up at Sarah. She was brazenly talking to Dave about sucking his cock while I was kneeling at her feet. Sarah looked down at me and smirked. It was obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing.

She went back to her telephone conversation. "Stop that, you're being naughty!" She giggled, "I'm a married woman."

Sarah was quiet, after a moment she said; "I can't wait for next Thursday either. Hey, I have an idea; do you like basketball?"

"I thought so. Would you like to take me to the University game tomorrow night?"

"Yes, I know what game it is. I'm very aware that it's been sold out for months."

"My husband is a professor at the University; he has season tickets. The seats are at center court in the eighth row."

"Yes, those are wonderful seats, would you like to go?"

I looked up at Sarah. I was desperately shaking my head no. I'd been looking foreword to this game for weeks."

Sarah put a finger to her lips to silence me.

"No, he can't use them. Let's just say that he has obligations tomorrow night." 

My heart sank.

"Great, the game starts at 8:00. Why don't you come by here at 7:00. We can have a drink before we go."

"Yes, of course I want you to come inside."

"Oh who cares about him. He won't give us any trouble."

"Dave honey, he's kneeling in front of me kissing my feet while I'm talking to you."

"No I'm not making that up. He's really doing it. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night." 

"I would love to see your place. Yes, lets go over there after the game." 

"Second base? Honey I think you got to third base in my driveway last night." Sarah giggled, "If you play your cards right, you just might hit a home run tomorrow night."

"Baby, I can't wait either. I'll see you tomorrow night, Goodbye."

Sarah turned the telephone off and handed it to me. "Put this away slaveboy."

I put the telephone back on its base. When I got back to Sarah I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips. I was livid.

Sarah looked at me and said in her most mocking tone of voice, "Oh dear, it looks like I'm about to witness another tantrum."

She smiled at me, "Be careful slaveboy, outrage can be very costly."

I took a deep breath. Sarah was already cowing me into submission. I needed to muster all of my strength."

"You gave away my basketball tickets."

"Is that what has you so upset?" Sarah laughed, "I would have thought you'd be angry because I just promised another man that he could fuck me tomorrow night."

Sarah shrugged, "Louise, you're doing a weeks penance. There was never any chance that I was going to let you attend that basketball game tomorrow night."

"But..."

"But nothing! You are being punished. For the next week your life is going to be full of disappointments. Get used to it."

Sarah smiled at me, "Up until now, you've been very well behaved this evening. If you can get your anger under control, I am willing to forget this little episode and allow you to watch the basketball game on television tomorrow night."

I wilted. Sarah had that effect on me. I couldn't argue with her.

Still, there was one more issue. "You're not really going to let Dave fuck you tomorrow night are you?" At this moment it was more like I was pleading with Sarah than arguing with her.

Sarah smiled, "So you finally decided to get mad about that."

She stared at me. "Louise, for the next week you are not my husband, you are my slave. As my slave you have surrendered any marital rights that you might normally have as my husband. This week I am free to party with any man I might choose."

Sarah paused for a moment to let those words sink in and then she continued. "Frankly, Louise I intend to take full advantage of this situation. Last night I sucked Dave's cock. It was the first real cock I've touched in over two years. All it did was whet my appetite." She stared at me. "Yes, I do plan to let Dave fuck me tomorrow night. I can't wait to feel him push that big cock of his into my cunt."

"You're admitting that you sucked Dave's cock last night?"

"Yes, and if I'm not mistaken we discussed that last night."

"But..."

Sarah held her hand up. "Louise, I am in no mood to be challenged right now. You are coming dangerously close to having your punishment extended for another week. Do you really want to risk that?"

I bowed my head, "No Ms. Raymond, I don't."

Sarah smiled, "Good."

She paused, after a moment she said, "Louise, you've been much too aggressive with me this evening. You need to do something to make amends for that." Sarah thought for a moment. Suddenly she smiled and stood up. "Bring my book slaveboy."

Sarah walked into her bedroom. I picked up her book and followed. When I got to her bedroom door I stopped and knocked.

Sarah looked at me and nodded with approval. "Very good slaveboy. You're learning proper etiquette. You may come in."

Once I was in her bedroom Sarah lay down on her bed and rolled over onto her stomach.

"Take your panties off and give me my book."

I did as I was told. 

As soon as I handed Sarah her book she said, "Pull my pajama bottoms down and start licking my ass. I'll let you know when your penance is complete." 

For the next hour my wife read her book while I licked her asshole. I wasn't surprised by the amount of time Sarah made me spend doing my penance. She's always enjoyed this particular delight. 

Finally Sarah put her book aside and said, "Enough." 

She rolled over onto her back, sat up and looked at me. There was an evil grin on her face. "You've been a very good little boy Louise. You deserve a reward. I think I'll give you a nice blow job."

Sarah pulled me down on the bed, rolled me onto my back, leaned over, looked at my plastic covered penis and started laughing. "Oh my, isn't this unfortunate. Your little pee pee seems to be encased in plastic."

My wife started licking the plastic case that held my cock. Of course, I couldn't really feel anything; but having her lips and tongue in that close a proximity to my penis without having any sensation was absolutely maddening. Sarah giggled the entire time she licked my chastity cage. She continued this mental torture for several minutes. 

When she finally tired of her little game she sat up and said in a tone of mock indignation, "Well if you're not going to respond to my sexual advances I guess I'll just have to find someone who will."

Sarah started laughing. "I'll bet Dave will go wild when I do that to him tomorrow night."

I didn't say a word. There really wasn't anything that I could say. I just stared at floor.

When I didn't take her bait, Sarah shook her head and lay back on her pillow. "Fetch my purse."

I went into the living room, got Sarah's purse, brought it into the bedroom and handed it to her.

She opened it, took out the key to my chastity cage and unlocked it. "Go into your bathroom and shave. I'm going to inspect you when you're done. I don't want to find a single strand of hair anywhere on your body except on the top of your head."

I spent the next hour shaving. When I was done I showered and returned to Sarah's bedroom. She was reading.

I knocked on the door frame. She looked up from her book, "You may enter."

I walked in. 

"Stand still."

Sarah got out of bed and slowly walked around me. It was a very thorough inspection. She lifted my cock and checked my testicles. She nodded approvingly when she saw that I'd shaved them.

Finally she smiled at me and said, "Louise, you did an excellent job." She patted my pubic area. "Your little cock looks so much better without all that unsightly hair."

I bowed my head. "Thank you Ms. Raymond"

"Fetch your cage Louise. It's time to lock you up again."

I brought Sarah the chastity cage. 

As she fitted it over my cock and balls she said; "Louise, this really is much better. I don't want to have to worry about you doing nasty things in your bedroom tonight." 

Once my cock cage was in place Sarah lay back down on her bed. As she picked up her book she said, "Louise, I will not require your services anymore tonight. It's time for you to go to your room. I'd like to sleep in tomorrow morning so be careful not to disturb me when you get up." 

As I turned to leave my wife callously added, "Close the door behind you."

As I lay in bed that I night I asked myself the obvious question. Why was I putting up with this? Why didn't I just leave? I had a good job. I could easily support myself. Our state had no fault divorce. The settlement would most likely be a fifty fifty split. Sarah and I had a lot of money. I'd end up as a very wealthy man.

It didn't take long for me to figure out the answer. Part of me was enjoying the treatment I was receiving. I've had submissive masochistic fantasies for most of my adult life. I've carefully repressed them, but they've always been there.

I'm sure that Sarah sensed these feelings. I suspect that I unconsciously perceived her sadistic desires when we first met. This was most likely one of the reasons we were originally attracted to each other.

I lay in the dark and contemplated all of this. Sarah was turning out to be much more sadistic than I would have liked, but it was only for one week. I knew I could survive this.

Dave was a bit of a complication. I knew about cuckolding, it was actually part of my secret submissive fantasy. Knowing that he was going to fuck my wife tomorrow night was really very exciting. The problem with Dave was that Sarah seemed to be quite taken with him. I feared that she might decide to divorce me in favor of him.

I knew that I loved Sarah. I wanted to stay with her. This week was very intense. I settled on the hope that after this week was over we might find a more reasonable way to live out our fantasies. I smiled to myself. I wanted to be able to sit at the dining room table and have dinner with my wife.

As I fell asleep I had one nagging fear. What would I do if Sarah found an excuse to extend the period of my punishment.



Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 05



Note: This story is the fifth episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I got up early on Saturday morning. After making a pot of coffee I went into the den. I was doing some research on the Internet when I heard Sarah call. I went to her bedroom door and knocked. 

"You may enter."

I opened the door. Sarah was lying on her bed. The covers were around her ankles. She was naked. For a moment I just stood in the doorway and stared. My wife had a gorgeous body.

She looked at me with a lascivious smile. "I hope Dave has that same reaction tonight."

I sighed and stared at the floor. I really didn't know how to respond to that remark.

Sarah laughed, "That got you a little flustered didn't it pussyboy?" 

I continued staring at the floor.

"Pull yourself together and bring me my purse. I want to play a little game with you. I think you might enjoy it."

I retrieved Sarah's purse from the top of her dresser and brought it to her. I felt a small glimmer of excitement when she took out the key to my chastity cage. My wife is one of those women who often wake up in the morning with an itch for sex.

"Take off your apron and panties and sit down on the bed next to me."

I complied without any hesitation. 

Sarah unlocked my chastity cage and took it off. My tiny penis immediately sprang to attention.

Sarah laughed, "It looks like someone is certainly ready to play." She reached down and gently grasped my little cock in her finger tips. "Louise, would you like to cum? You were very obedient last night. I think you deserve the opportunity."

I smiled at Sarah. "Yes Ms. Raymond, I would like that very much."

Sarah nodded, "Very well, let's play a game. You lie down on your back."

I lay down on Sarah's bed. I was about to put my head on one of her pillows when she pulled it away. "No! No! No! A slave never uses his Mistress's pillow."

I laid my head down on the bed. Sarah mounted my face and sat down so that her cunt was pressed against my lips.

I closed my eyes and started licking her. It had been at least a week since I last tasted her sex. 

Sarah cooed with delight. "That's very nice; but this is a game, there are rules. If you want to cum, you have to do it before I have my orgasm. If I cum first, you lose and I lock your little dick back in your cage without giving you any satisfaction at all." She stared at me, "Do you understand?"

I nodded. As I nodded I thought to myself that this was going to be a piece of cake. I could cum in seconds."

Sarah took a deep breath; "Okay, ready set go."

I grabbed my penis and started stroking it.

Sarah immediately slapped my hand away. "No fair pussyboy, I'm not using my hands so you don't get to use yours."

"But you're getting stimulation from me." The words were muffled by Sarah's pussy, but she understood what I said."

She stopped and thought. After a moment she said; "You're right, it's only fair that I give you a little stimulation too."

She reached down, grabbed both of my nipples and began to gently roll them between her fingertips.

"Will this do?"

It felt very good. I nodded. With Sarah's cunt pressed into my face; her gentle stimulation of my nipples was more than enough to make me cum.

"Good, let the race continue."

I started licking Sarah's pussy again. Our mutual excitement quickly started to grow.

Sarah pulled on my nipples, "How do you like this pussyboy?"

I buried my tongue in her cunt.

She gave my nipples a vicious twist. I cried out from the sudden pain.

Sarah laughed and mashed her cunt into my face. At the same time she dug her fingernails into my nipples and twisted even harder. 

The pain was excruciating. "How's this for stimulation sissyboy?"

I started crying.

Sarah giggled, "I'll stop as soon as you make me cum sissyboy." 

I found Sarah's clit and started sucking it. I forgot about my own pleasure. At that moment I was under my wife's total control.

Sarah tightened her iron grip on my nipples and laughed out loud as she rocked back and forth on my face. 

Tears were running down my cheeks. I'm not sure if they were caused by the pain I was enduring or the intense excitement I was feeling.

Suddenly Sarah screamed as an orgasm erupted inside her. She locked her thighs around my head and bucked wildly as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. I realized that I couldn't breathe. I tried to push Sarah off of my face, but her hold was too tight. 

I was just beginning to panic when I felt my wife start to relax. She rolled off of my face and collapsed onto the bed next to me. I took several deep breaths, and slowly regained my composure.

After a moment Sarah sat up and looked at my crotch. Her lips formed a menacing smile. "I don't see any semen pussyboy. I guess that means you lose." 

My heart sank as Sarah picked up my cock cage.

"Stand up!" It was a command. 

I responded instantly.

Sarah flicked the underside of the head of my penis with her index finger. I immediately lost my erection. She quickly slipped the chastity cage into place and locked it.

As Sarah was putting the key back in her purse she started laughing, "Louise, you really should try to take better advantage of my generosity."

Sarah handed her purse to me. "Put this away and then join me in my bathroom. It's time for you to give me a bath."

I spent the next half hour giving my wife a leisurely bath. When I was done I dried her off and carefully brushed her long brown hair.

While she was getting dressed I went into the kitchen, sliced some strawberries and mixed them with a dish of yogurt. After that I poured a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee and set everything on the dining room table. Once the table was ready I went out to the front steps, retrieved the morning newspaper and set it next to Sarah's breakfast.

Sarah smiled when she entered the dining room and saw her breakfast sitting on the dining room table. She walked over to me and patted my cheek. "Very nice Louise, you really do make an excellent slave."

Sarah sat down. She took a sip of coffee and grinned at me, "I hope there aren't any hard feelings about losing the game." She started to giggle. "I really enjoyed it. I hope we can play again in the very near future."

I didn't say anything, I just stared at the floor. My nipples still throbbed from the pain Sarah had inflicted on me.

Sarah picked up the newspaper and started reading. I obediently stood by the kitchen door in case she wanted something.

When she finished her last bite of yogurt she set the newspaper down and turned to me. "Dave is coming in for a cocktail before we go to the game tonight. He drinks Chivas Regal scotch whiskey and Budweiser beer. Go to the liquor store and buy a good supply of both of them. I am quite certain that Dave is about to become a frequent visitor in this house."

After breakfast I cleared the table and washed the dishes. I was just starting to vacuum the dining room when Sarah walked out of her bedroom. She was carrying her purse.

"I'm going out to buy a new outfit to wear tonight. I'll be back in the early afternoon. Dave and I will be snacking at the basketball game, so we won't require dinner." Sarah's voice took on a commanding tone. "I will be expecting you to serve a nice assortment of appetizers with our cocktails."

Sarah waited for a moment. When I didn't respond she turned and walked out the door. After she was gone I smiled, the lawyer had done it again. The big issue of whether or not I was willing to wait on her lover was resolved by directing me to serve appetizers.

I finished tidying up the house and went out to run my errands. In addition to stopping at the liquor store and the grocery store I also went over to the University and took care of a few details in my office.

It was just after 3:00 when I pulled up in front of our house. There was a van parked in our driveway. The sign on the side of the van said, Ed Ryan Locksmith.

I carried the groceries and liquor into the house, set everything on the kitchen counter and went into the living room to see what was happening. I looked down the hall leading to our bedrooms. There was a man on his knees drilling a hole in the den door. 

"Hi I live here, what's going on?"

The man looked up from his work. "Talk to your wife. She's having me install deadbolt locks on this door and the two bedroom doors. She's in the master bedroom."

I went to Sarah's room. The door was closed. I knocked.

"Who is it?'"

"Louis."

"Who? I don't know anyone named Louis."

I shook my head. Sarah wanted to humiliate me in front of the locksmith.

I took a deep breath. "It's Louise."

The locksmith looked at me and started laughing.

"You may enter."

I opened the door and walked into Sarah's bedroom. She was trying on a pair of jeans. They were skin tight. 

"Louise, do you think these jeans make me look sexy?"

I wanted to say, Sarah they make you look like a slut; but I didn't. Instead I said, "Ms. Raymond you look fabulous in those jeans."

"Do you think Dave will like them?"

I stared at my wife. I was amazed at her nerve. I really didn't know what to say.

Sarah noted my discomfort and patted my cheek. "Louise, it's time that you start to accept the fact that I have a boyfriend."

I decided to change the subject. "Sarah why is the locksmith here?"

She grinned at me. "I'm just making sure that you're properly motivated to behave yourself this evening."

"What do you mean?'

"I expect you to show Dave the respect that he deserves."

"I still don't understand."

Sarah smiled, "Let's just say that your behavior this evening is going to determine how you spend the rest of the night."

I looked at Sarah in horror, "You mean..."

She nodded, "That's correct sissyboy. If you misbehave while my boyfriend is here, I guarantee that you will find the den door locked we when leave for the basketball game. That means no television or computer for you until I get home." 

Sarah paused to give me time to grasp the full meaning of her statement and then she continued. "If you really displease me, I'll lock the door to your bedroom and you can sleep on the couch while I'm gone."

I sighed. "What do I have to do to make you happy?"

Sarah grinned. "That's very simple, just obey me without question."

It was after 4:00 by the time the locksmith finished his work. Once he was done the doors to Sarah's room, the den and my bedroom all had dead bolt locks on them. All three locks could be opened by the same key. He gave Sarah four copies.

After he left I went around and examined his work. Sarah's room and the den had locks that opened with a key from the outside and a latch from the inside. I noticed that the lock on my bedroom door required a key to open it from both sides. I immediately grasped the ramifications of this. Sarah was now able to lock me in my bedroom. 

I shook my head. Life with Sarah was becoming increasingly difficult.

I walked into the den. I was just about to sit down and watch some basketball on television when I heard Sarah call. "Louise its time for me to start getting ready for my date, come into my bathroom and draw me a bath."

I sighed and went into Sarah's room.

She was already naked. I stared at her for a moment. Sarah's gorgeous nude body always had a mesmerizing effect on me.

Sarah noticed my expression and smiled. "I hope Dave has that same reaction when he sees me naked at his apartment tonight." She winked at me. "This will be the first time he actually gets to see me completely naked."

I bit my lower lip. My wife was becoming increasingly bold about her infidelity.

I was about to go into Sarah's bathroom and start her bath when I noticed a long slender box on her bed. The label said, "William's Saddle Shop, equestrian supplies".

"What's in the box?"

Sarah grinned at me. "I'm so glad you asked. Its another little item to help insure your total devotion as my slave." 

She opened the box. It was a horsewhip.

I stared at Sarah. I didn't know what to say.

My wife took the whip out of the box. "I'm actually quite excited about using this." She giggled. "This mornings little romp in my bed awakened a serious sadistic streak in me." 

Her voice became very stern. "For your own good, I strongly suggest that you work very hard to avoid giving me any excuse to use this while Dave is here tonight. I warn you that I find the idea of whipping you in front of my boyfriend to be quite exciting."

I spent the next hour attending to Sarah as she prepared for her date, Once we were done she checked herself in the mirror and smiled, "I think Dave will be very pleased when he sees me tonight."

Sarah turned to me. "Louise, it's time for you to change clothes."

I looked at Sarah, I was puzzled.

"Louise, I expect you to be dressed appropriately this evening. 

A feeling of absolute horror suddenly rolled through me when I realized what she was talking about.

"Sarah, you can't do this to me."

My wife picked up her whip. There was a menacing smile on her face. "Of course I can." She winked at me. "Not only that, I want to do this to you."

Sarah stared at me for a moment and then she sighed. "Louise, Dave is going to become a regular visitor in this house. You're going to have to get used to the idea that you'll be spending a lot of time around him wearing your panties, your lace tee shirts and your apron." She laughed. "And of course your cock cage."

I started to protest. "Sarah you can't..."

Crack! Sarah smacked her whip against the front of her dresser. "Yes I can! Now go to your room, change your clothes and come right back so I can put your chastity cage on you."

I scurried off to my room. Part of me was horrified by what was happening and part of me was incredibly excited.



Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 06



Note: This story is the sixth episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.



I had very mixed feelings about what was happening to me, but I decided to continue to obey Sarah. I wanted to see how all of this was going to play out. I also realized that I didn't know Dave. He was only part of my life because of his relationship with my wife. Being humiliated in front of a stranger seemed much easier to bear than being humiliated in front of a friend or a colleague at work.

I also had to admit that I've harbored secret submissive fantasies for years. This was actually a good opportunity to find out if I really wanted them to become realities

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of pale yellow panties.

I went through the stack of new lace trimmed tee shirts that Sarah had recently purchased for me. They all had cute little sayings or pictures across the front. They were obviously designed for adolescent girls. I picked out a yellow one that had the words baby doll written across the chest in red glitter and put it on.

When I was done I returned to Sarah's bedroom. She was talking on the telephone. I knocked politely and then I stood in the doorway and waited.

Sarah looked up, saw me in the doorway and kept talking.

"Dave's coming over tonight, he's taking me to the University basketball game. We're using Louis's tickets."

"Yes, Dave's coming into the house for a drink before the game."

"Of course Louis is going to be home."

"Oh yes, he knows exactly who Dave is."

"Monica I intend to remove all doubt about that before we leave for the game."

"Yes, Dave is taking me to his place after the game."

"I certainly am."

"Honey I can't wait, I haven't been properly fucked in over two years."

"Monica, I have to go. The wimp is standing in my bedroom doorway. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what happened."

Sarah put the telephone down and looked at me. "You may enter."

I walked into The bedroom.

"Stand over here." 

I stood next to Sarah. My cock cage was on the table next to her.

"Pull your panties down."

I did as I was told."

Sarah slipped my cock cage into place, snapped the lock closed and put the key into her purse. After she was done she looked at me and said, "Turn around."

I did a quick turn for Sarah. She giggled, "Oh yes, this will do very nicely."

I looked down, the chastity cage made a large bulge in the front of my panties. It was obvious that I was wearing something hard on my cock and balls. Dave was certain to notice it. This was going to be a very humiliating evening.

"Go start preparing the appetizers for Dave and me. I assume there is plenty of scotch and beer in the house."

"I nodded, "Yes ma'am".

"We'll need the parking card from your car. When we get to the game we'll be using your faculty parking place."

I knew that Sarah planned to spend the night with Dave. I liked to go into my office early on Sunday mornings. It was a nice quiet time to get work done. I looked at Sarah and said, "I was planning to go into my office for a little while in the morning.

She thought for a moment and then she said, "Well I guess you'll just have to park in the student lot won't you."

"But that will give me a nine block walk."

She picked up her whip. "Exercise is good for you. Now go attend to your errands. I want to call Cassie before Dave gets here."

I went into the kitchen and began preparing the appetizers. I made mushroom caps stuffed with crab, miniature crab and shrimp burritos and ham and cheese rolls. I'm really not sure why I went to all the trouble of preparing three very fancy appetizers. I suppose I was trying to impress Sarah with my skill as a chef. 

I was terrified that Dave was stealing my wife from me and I was desperately trying to find ways to win her back. But there was more to it than just that. Part of me also found the idea of Sarah taking a lover to be incredibly exciting. There was no question that my current life as a slave was painful, humiliating and very difficult. The nagging problem for me was that deep down inside I also knew that I was enjoying it.

While I worked I thought about everything that was happening to me. I was both afraid and curious to learn just how far Sarah was willing to take this little game that she was playing. The more I thought about it, the more it became clear to me that I wanted to find out. As I finished cooking, I made a decision. Tonight I was going to be a very compliant slave. 

I was just putting the appetizers into the oven to keep them warm when Sarah walked into the kitchen.

I stopped and stared at her. My wife was astonishingly beautiful. She was wearing a thin white blouse that just barely concealed her ample breasts. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her skin tight jeans and spike heeled pumps showcased her gorgeous rear end. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her makeup were perfect. Sarah was a breathtaking sight. As I looked at my wife I was overwhelmed with envy. I would have given anything to be in Dave's place this evening.

Sarah looked at me. It almost seemed as if she could read my mind. She laughed and said, "Suffer pussyboy, this wasn't done for you."

I obediently bowed my head, "Yes Ms. Raymond, I understand."

Sarah stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Really?"

I slowly nodded, "I will obey."

My wife continued staring at me for a long time. Finally she smiled and said, "Louise, I think this may turn out to be a very exciting evening. I am..."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Sarah stopped in mid sentence. 

"Well pussyboy, don't just stand there; answer the door!"

I ran to the front door. When I got there I stood for a moment and took a deep breath. I was absolutely certain that this was about to be the single most humiliating evening of my entire life.

I opened the front door. For the very first time Dave and I stood face to face with each other. I studied him for a moment. Dave was the classic macho male. He was about 6'3" tall and a little over two hundred pounds. The tight fitting knit golf shirt he was wearing accentuated his muscular frame. He was a little older than I expected. He must have been in his early to mid forties. Nevertheless he was in remarkably good physical condition. His rock hard stomach showed no signs that it might turn into a middle aged paunch. The light streaks of gray that ran through his long black hair gave Dave a very distinguished appearance. He was an extraordinarily handsome man. It was easy to understand why Sarah fell for him.

It was cold outside, but Dave hadn't bothered with a jacket. He was obviously a very tough man.

While I was examining him, Dave was doing the same thing to me. After a brief moment he shook his head, "Hell and damn, I do not believe this."

Behind me Sarah started laughing. "Oh it is true." She paused, "Louise aren't you going to invite our guest to come in?"

"Yes Ms. Raymond."

I bowed politely and said, Dave won't you please come in and sit down."

"Excuse me, but I don't remember anyone giving you permission to call our guest by his first name. I think for someone of your status, Sir would be a much more appropriate way to address him."

"Yes Ms. Raymond. I apologize Ms. Raymond."

"I forgive you Pussyboy, just don't let it happen again."

Dave walked by me shaking his head. "This is fucking unbelievable."

Sarah walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss. 

When they were done she smiled at Dave and said, "Hi sweetheart I missed you."

Dave smiled back at her. "I missed you to baby."

My stomach turned over when I heard that. They were talking like old lovers. Hearing your wife call another man sweetheart is very difficult.

Sarah took Dave's hand and led him to the couch. "Sit down sweetheart, make yourself comfortable."

As soon as her boyfriend was seated Sarah sat down next to him. "Dave honey, what can Louise get you to drink. We have both beer and scotch."

Dave looked at me. "Bring me a bottle of beer." He paused and then he added, "Pussyboy."

Sarah giggled. "You heard the man Louise; get him beer and you can bring me a glass of pinot grigio."

She turned to Dave, "Honey, are you hungry? Pussyboy made up a very nice selection of appetizers for you."

Dave nodded, "Thanks, I could use a bite to eat."

Sarah looked at me. "Bring the appetizers as well."

I went into the kitchen, set up the beverages on a tray and carried it back into the living room. As soon as I walked through the kitchen door I stopped dead in my tracks. Dave and Sarah were making out on the couch. I suspected this was coming. I'd been bracing myself for it all afternoon. Nevertheless, imagining it and seeing it close up are two completely different situations.

I took a deep breath and walked into the living room. I set the tray of drinks on the coffee table and waited. Dave and Sarah ignored my presence and kept right on kissing. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to act.

After a moment I said, "Excuse me Ms. Raymond, would Sir like me to pour his beer into a glass?"

Sarah broke off their kiss and glared at me. "Did anyone address you Pussyboy?"

"No ma'am."

"Then I don't understand why we were so rudely interrupted."

"I'm sorry Ms. Raymond. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do."

"Well now that we've already been disturbed, you may ask him."

"Sir, would you like me to pour your beer into a glass?"

Dave laughed. "No thanks Pussyboy, the bottle will be just fine."

I set their beverages on the table in front of them and went back to the kitchen. I prepared the tray of appetizers. It took me a few minutes to decoratively arrange them on the platter. Once I was done I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

I know that I shouldn't have been shocked by what I saw, but I was. Sarah's blouse was unbuttoned. Her large breasts were hanging free and fully exposed. Dave was fondling her nipples. It took every bit of control that I could muster to continue into the room and set the tray of appetizers on the coffee table.

As soon as I set the tray down, Dave grinned at me. "Hey pussyboy, you're a real stand up guy."

I looked at Dave with a puzzled expression.

He laughed. "I'm a titty man and your wife has great titties. I want to thank you for your generosity." He cupped both of Sarah's naked breasts. "It's really nice of you to let me play with these gorgeous titties."

Sarah shook her head. "Dave you don't have to be quite so crude."

He smirked, "Sorry babe, I guess I just got carried away."

He looked at me. "Louise, your wife has beautiful breasts. I want to thank you for allowing me to enjoy them."

Sarah was doing everything she could to keep from bursting out in laughter.

Dave held up Sarah's right breast. "Look at this pussyboy. This breast is magnificent."

He started to play with Sarah's nipple. "Look at this nipple. It's almost perfect." He pulled on it. "Look how long it is, it gets me hard just looking at it."

Sarah was laughing out loud and rolling her eyes.

"Hey pussyboy, wanna know what I'm going to do to your wife when we go to my apartment after the game tonight?"

I just stared at the floor. I had no idea how to respond. 

He smiled at me. "I'm going to titty fuck her."

He looked at my wife. "Is that too crude babe?"

Sarah was laughing so hard that all she could do was shake her head.

"Do you know what a titty fuck is Pussyboy?"

I shook my head. I was being honest. I really didn't know.

"Well this must be sex education night, so I'll tell you."

He grinned at me. "I'm going to straddle your wife's waist, stick my big dick between those gorgeous titties, press 'em together and fuck 'em like crazy."

Sarah was now laughing so hard that she had her face buried in her hands.

Dave winked at me. "You ever do that to her Pussyboy?" He shook his head, "I guess not, you need a big great big dick to do that."

Both Dave and Sarah burst into hysterical laughter.

I was totally humiliated.

Sarah looked at me. She had a menacing smile on her face. "Pussyboy get down on your knees."

As I got on my knees Sarah said, "Louise I want you to watch this so that you understand exactly how things are going to be around here from now on."

She leaned over, unzipped Dave's jeans and took his cock out. He had an erection. 

Dave's cock wasn't particularly long by pornography standards. It was maybe seven inches, but it was thick. It was the size of a flashlight. It was easy to understand why Sarah was excited about fucking him.

My wife smiled at me, "Pussyboy pay careful attention. After tonight, I don't want any confusion about how things stand between the three of us."

My stomach did a complete flip as Sarah leaned over and kissed the head of Dave's cock.

Sarah was just about to put her boyfriend's cock into her mouth when he stopped her. He picked up his bottle of beer. It was over half full. Dave drained it in two swallows, set it down and looked at me with a huge grin on his face. "Pussyboy, why don't you fetch me another beer before your wife starts sucking my dick."

Sarah turned to me. "Louise, you heard the man; get him a beer."

I stood up, scurried into the kitchen, got another bottle of beer and brought it to the living room.

When I handed it to Dave he winked at me and said, "Thanks Pussyboy, it was real nice of you to do that for me."

Dave took a big swallow of beer. When he set the bottle down on the table Sarah asked, "Are you ready now?"

He smiled, "I sure am baby."

Sarah looked at me. "Louise, I know this might be hard for you to understand, but this is what a woman does for a man when she's attracted to him."

My wife leaned forward and started giving her boyfriend a blow job. It took every bit of self control that I could muster to obediently kneel at her feet while she brazenly sucked another man's cock in front of me.

Sarah's eyes were closed. She was obviously enjoying this. Dave also had his eyes closed. It was apparent that he was enjoying this every bit as much as Sarah. For the next several minutes they both completely forgot about me.

Suddenly Dave gasped and his body jerked. Sarah started stroking his cock even more vigorously than before. I realized immediately that he was ejaculating into my wife's mouth. 

Sarah kept sucking Dave's cock. When he started to lose his erection she let it slip out of her mouth and stood up. My wife walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet. Once I was standing Sarah held my head between both of her hands and pulled my face to hers. A small dribble of Dave's semen dripped from the corner of her mouth as her lips moved closer and closer to mine.

I knew what was coming. I'd already decided to accept it with grace.

Just as Sarah's lips were about to touch mine she said, "I have a present for you Pussyboy. Open your mouth and let me give it to you."

I obediently parted my lips.

Sarah kissed me and passed all of Dave's semen from her mouth to mine.

As she did this I heard Dave say, "Fucking amazing! I never would have believed that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

Sarah broke off her kiss and turned to her boyfriend. "You owe me a steak dinner at Maguires buddy boy."

Dave shook his head, "Yeah, yeah you win."

Sarah grinned at him, "I knew I could make him do it."

I fell to my knees. I was totally humiliated. I was the butt of an obscene bet."

Sarah quickly buttoned her blouse while Dave zipped up his jeans.

"Baby it's 7:45. We have to hurry or were going to miss the tip off."

Dave looked at me. I was still on my knees. "Hey Pussyboy, thanks for your basketball tickets. They look like great seats."

Dave and Sarah hurried out the door. Just before she left my wife turned to me. "I'm going to spend the night at Dave's. I should be home some time tomorrow afternoon." She paused, "By the way, you were very well behaved tonight. As your reward, I left both the den door and your bedroom door unlocked."

I stood by the window and peeked out the curtain while Dave and Sarah got into Dave's car and drove down the street.

Once they were gone I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I still wasn't exactly sure how I felt about what had just happened, but there was no doubt that it was a very intense experience. 

I went into the living room, picked up the glasses and dishes and brought them into the kitchen. Dave had barely touched the plate of appetizers so I warmed them up again, grabbed the bottle of pinot grigio that I'd opened for Sarah and carried everything into the den.

I set the food and wine on the table next to my chair, turned on the television and sat down to watch the basketball game. For the next hour I forgot about everything. I ate snacks, drank wine and watched the game. I had a pretty good time.

The University won the game by sixteen points. After the game ended I took a shower, watched the news, finished the bottle of wine and went to bed. I fell asleep quickly.

On Sunday morning I got up, made a pot of coffee and read the Sunday newspaper. This was the first time I really missed Sarah. Up until recently we had a regular Sunday morning ritual. We would sit at the dining room table together and read the New York Times. Each time we finished a section we would trade so that we could discuss what we were reading. We ate sweet rolls and drank coffee while we read. It was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday morning.

Once we were done reading the paper, Sarah would find the crossword puzzle and read me the clues. We always solved the puzzle together.

That morning, as I sat at the dining room table solving the crossword puzzle by myself I realized that I missed my wife. I began to think about the events of the past few days. I was living a sexual fantasy that I'd dreamed about for years. I should have been wildly excited about what was happening, but I realized that I wasn't.

I pondered this question for the entire day. I finally understood that part of the problem was that I didn't like Dave. It wasn't because he was dating my wife, it was because he was a crude bully. He was the kind of person that I'd spent most of my life trying to avoid.

As I continued to think about all of this I also realized that Sarah had changed. This morning, I desperately missed the woman I married two years ago, but that wasn't the woman who left the house with Dave last night. The woman I married two years ago loved me. I wasn't so sure that the woman who sucked Dave's cock last night felt the same way.

This was all very confusing. I worried that feelings of jealousy might be clouding my perception. I wondered if I just needed time to get used to this new life style. It was after all, a very drastic change.

I finally decided to not do anything. There were still several days before my punishment was due to end. Waiting seemed like a good idea. I wanted my wife back. I wanted to find the woman I married two years ago. 



Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 07



Note: This story is the seventh episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Sarah got home just after 7:00 on Sunday evening. I was kind of surprised by this, I'd expected her to come home much earlier. I greeted her when she walked in the front door. "Hello Ms. Raymond, did you have an enjoyable night out?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, I had a wonderful evening."

She handed me her coat. "Hang this up please."

As I put her coat in the closet I asked, "Would you like some dinner?"

She shook her head. "No thank you, Dave and I stopped for a hamburger on our way over here."

Sarah seemed strangely distant. I looked at her and asked, "Ms Raymond is everything alright?"

Sarah stared at me for a moment. It almost seemed like she was about to tell me something then chose not to. Instead she said, "I'm fine Louis. I'm just very tired. I didn't get much sleep last night." She looked at me, "If you don't mind, I'm going to go straight to bed."

Sarah started to walk to her bedroom. As she walked away from me I said, "Ms. Raymond would you please unlock my chastity cage."

Sarah stopped and looked at me. After a moment she nodded. "Yes Louis, of course I will. Go get the key from my purse.

I got the key for Sarah. She quickly unlocked my chastity cage and told me to put it in my bedroom. After she was done she walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Once Sarah was gone I stood perfectly still and considered everything that had just occurred. Sarah's manner was very strange. She seemed preoccupied. There was obviously something on her mind.

Sarah was up before six on Monday morning. This was completely out for character for her. On weekdays Sarah generally slept until seven.

When she walked into the kitchen I was making French toast. This was one of Sarah's favorites. 

I asked her if she would like some breakfast. She smiled at me. "No thank you Louis. I have a big day ahead of me. I'll get something when I get to my office."

As Sarah was about to leave she stopped and stared at me. "Louis what time will you get home from the University today?"

"I don't know, my last class ends at four. I suppose that I can easily be home by five."

Sarah thought for a moment. "Can I meet you here at five. I have something we need to discuss."

I smiled. "Of course, I'll make it a point to be home." 

Sarah nodded and said, "Good, I'll see you at five." And then she turned and walked out the door.

As soon as she was gone I shook my head. Something was very wrong.

Monday was a busy day. Nonetheless, I spent most of my spare time wondering what Sarah wanted to talk to me about at 5:00.

My last lecture ended at 4:00. I immediately went to my office and cleaned up my desk. I was very efficient, I pulled my car into our garage at 4:45. When I walked into the house it was empty. Sarah wasn't home yet.

I went into the kitchen and started looking for something to make for dinner. I was just taking some lasagna out of the freezer when I heard the front door open. I set everything down and went into the dining room.

Sarah was there. Her briefcase was on the dining room table. It was open. She was taking two file folders out of it.

I smiled at her. "Hello, how was your day?"

She looked up at me. She paused for a moment and then she said, "Oh it was fine."

I nodded toward the files. "What are those?"

Sarah took a deep breath and said, "Louis, Dave asked me to marry him yesterday."

I stared at her. I really didn't know what to say.

"I accepted his proposal. Louis, I am going to marry Dave."

I was flustered, but I quickly pulled myself together. I stared at her. "You understand that you have a small complication with this plan."

"Yes, of course I understand."

I assume you're planning to divorce me."

"Yes, I am."

I was stunned. My complete shock was probably a good thing. I needed to be able to talk with Sarah about this without falling apart.

Sarah took over the conversation. "Louis, I like you very much; but right now I need some things that you can't offer me. Louis, I need a man; a man like Dave."

I stared at Sarah. I didn't say anything.

"Louis, there still could be a place for you in my life."

I looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Louis, I've enjoyed this last week. You make a wonderful slave. I've discussed this with Dave. He's willing to let me keep you. Louis, I would like you to live with Dave and me as our slave."

I shook my head. "You have to be joking."

"No I'm not. I'm being very serious."

Sarah picked up the two file folders. "These are divorce settlements. I drew them up today. We live in a no fault divorce state."

She set one of the folders on the table and opened it. 

"You have two choices. This one is a 60/40 split of our assets. You get the 60 percent. I am being very generous. I want this divorce to go quickly and easily. I do get the house, but you are well compensated for its value. I have been financially very successful over the past several years. Under this plan you reap the benefits of this success. You will walk out of this marriage as a very wealthy man."

Sarah paused, "You can get a lawyer and try to draft your own settlement, but I'm a divorce attorney. I know the law. My offer is much more generous than anything you will ever get from a judge and you will have to pay enormous legal fees as part of that process."

I nodded, "Okay, what's in the other folder?"

"You agree to become my slave. Of course we can't legally phrase it like that, but that will be the result. I will take all of the assets from our marriage. You will get nothing."

Sarah stared at me for a moment and let that sink in, then she continued. "Dave and I will allow you to continue teaching at the University, but all of your income will be surrendered to me. You will be totally dependent on me for everything you need or want. You will not be allowed to have anything of your own, you will be my slave."

She set the second folder on the dining room table. 

"Dave is waiting for me in his car. I am going to leave now. You have three choices, accept one of my two offers or get an attorney. I will be back tomorrow at five o'clock. I will expect your decision at that time. If you haven't decided, I will withdraw my offers and we can let a judge resolve this."

Sarah looked at me. "Believe me Louis, in this state a judge will only give you a 50/50 split." She smiled. "Louis, I am really hoping that you will choose my second offer. You really do make a wonderful slave."

Sarah picked up her purse and her briefcase and walked out the door. She left the two folders on the dining room table.

I was stunned. For the next several hours I rode an emotional roller coaster. At first I was devastated by Sarah's rejection of me. I cried like a baby.

Crying was a emotional release for me. The tears helped me purge some of the frustration and tension that had built up inside me during the past week. Gradually the tears stopped and I slowly pulled myself back together. 

Later as I continued to think about everything, I got angry. Sarah had changed. She wasn't the woman I married. Now she was just an evil bitch. Dave deserved her.

I opened a bottle of wine and went into the den. I sat down in my chair and started drinking. About halfway through the bottle of wine my masochism took over. The idea of living as Sarah's slave started to intrigue me. I realized that I was being presented with the opportunity to live a life long fantasy.

The previous week had been difficult, but that was partially because it was new and different. I wondered what would it be like once it became a routine.

I remembered the morning Sarah sat on my face and tortured my nipples. I closed my eyes and created a little fantasy about Sarah's whip. I wondered if she would make me wear a collar and a leash.

Dave was still a problem. I didn't like him. He was a bully.

I drank more wine. The alcohol tore down my inhibitions. I remembered the taste of Dave's semen when Sarah kissed me after giving him a blow job. I imagined the exquisite torture of being forced to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch as this dominant brute made love to my beautiful goddess.

I finished the bottle of wine. I was intoxicated. I unzipped my pants and took my penis out. I closed my eyes and stroked my erect cock while I imagined Dave rolling off of Sarah. She was lying on her back enjoying the after glow an intense orgasm. Her legs were brazenly spread open. Dave's cum dripped from her ravaged cunt.

Dave reached down, and in one powerful motion grabbed me, pulled me onto the bed and forced my face into Sarah's cum drenched pussy. I heard both of them laughing as I licked Dave's semen from my ex-wife's cunt. The humiliation I was feeling was exquisite torture.

The idea of submitting to a crude man like Dave was slowly turning into the ultimate masochistic fantasy. I was tired. I went to bed. As I fell asleep I dreamed about living as Sarah's maid. Choice two was becoming more attractive.

I woke early the next morning. Last nights bottle of wine left me with a dull headache. I made some coffee and used it to wash down two aspirins. I felt better after I showered and shaved. I put on a sport coat and tie and drove to the University.

My first lecture was at 9:00. I wasn't at my best. I was hung over and preoccupied with the decision I had to make in the afternoon. Fortunately I was lecturing on a topic that I knew very well. I didn't have to be at my best.

By lunch time I was feeling better. My headache was gone and I knew what I was going to do. Once I had a chance to consider the question with a clear head, it wasn't a difficult decision. I coasted through the rest of my day with a smile on my face. I was actually whistling when I walked to my car.

I got home at 4:30, took off my coat and tie, opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for myself. I sat down on the couch, kicked my shoes off and picked up the newspaper.

It was just after 5:00 when I heard Sarah's key in the door. She walked in, set her briefcase on the dining room table and noticed the open bottle of wine.

She turned to me. "Louis a glass of wine would be very nice."

I smiled at her. "You know where the glasses are, help yourself."

Sarah stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "I see. I gather you're telling me that you've made your decision."

I nodded. "Yes I am."

"I'm disappointed. I was hoping you would accept my offer to become my slave."

"I thought about it."

"I guess I misjudged you. I thought you enjoyed being submissive."

"No, your judgment was correct. I do enjoy submitting to a powerful woman."

"Then I don't understand why you rejected my offer."

"It's very simple. The woman I submit to has to love me."

Sarah stared at me for a long time. Finally she said, "I see." She paused. Sarah was obviously trying to collect herself. My last response had apparently disarmed her.

After a moment she sighed and looked at me. "Well I guess that's it then. Will you sign the other agreement?"

I smiled. "Yes, it's very generous."

I signed the other paper. As I handed it to her I said, "I'll be out of the house by the end of the weekend."

"You can have more time if you need it."

"No, I'm sure I can find an apartment in the next few days."

Sarah put both file folders into her briefcase. "Louis, I am sorry it ended this way."

I nodded. "So am I Sarah. I'll miss you."

She stared at me. "Really?'

"Yes, I will."

We looked at each other for a moment. Neither of us said anything.

Finally Sarah sighed. "Louis I have to go. Dave is waiting in the car."

My wife picked up her briefcase and walked out the door. She didn't bother to say good bye. 



Louis Makes a Decision Ch. 08



Note: This story is the eighth and final episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. 

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Six weeks passed before I saw Sarah again. We met in a judges office. We had to sign the final divorce settlement. During the meeting, Sarah was uncharacteristically reticent.

We left the judges office together. As we walked out of the court house I turned to her. "Have you and Dave set a date for the wedding?"

She shook her head. "No not yet."

I stopped and looked at her. "Really? I would have thought you'd be getting married immediately after our divorce became final."

Sarah snapped at me. "Louis that's really none of your business."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't mean to pry. I was just trying to be cordial." I smiled at her. "Sarah I hope you and Dave are very happy together."

I turned to walk away. 

"Louis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just that..." She hesitated.

"What Sarah?"

"Louis, I miss you."

I smiled. "Sarah I miss you too." 

I turned and walked away. When I got to the corner I looked back. Sarah was still standing where I'd left her. She was watching me.

I waved. She waved back. The stop light turned green. I walked across the street, got into my car and drove away. 

Two months later.

It was Thursday morning. A group of us were standing in the History Department Office gossiping. The University had just named a new Dean to head the Law School. The previous Dean, Roger Franklin resigned several months ago under a cloud of scandal. Shortly after he was appointed as the Dean of the Law School, he was left standing at the altar by a law student. 

At first he was merely the butt of campus jokes, but it wasn't long before people started asking why he was going to marry a law student in the first place. Everyone began to question the appropriateness of his behavior

He weathered the scandal for almost a year, but eventually the local newspapers picked up the story. Once that happened his days as the Dean were numbered. It wasn't long before there was a press conference. Dr. Franklin announced that for the good of the University, he was leaving the faculty and going into private practice. The last we heard he was doing quickie divorces in Atlantic City.

Janice, the department secretary was telling us everything she'd heard about the new Dean when the telephone rang.

She picked it up. After a moment she put the caller on hold and looked at me. "Dr. Mitchell, your ex-wife is on the phone.

I nodded to Janice. "Thank you, I'll take it in my office."

I walked into my office and sat down at my desk. After a moment the telephone rang. I picked it up. "Hello Sarah, what can I do for you?"

"Louis, I just called to say hello. " She paused. "Is that alright?"

"Yes, it's very nice. I think about you a lot."

"Really? It's nice to hear you say that. I think about you all the time Louis."

"Sarah, how is Dave? Are you married now?"

"No Louis, I'm not with Dave anymore."

"Really, What happened?"

"I don't know, he turned out to be rather dull. I threw him out about a month ago. Louis, can I see you?"

"What do you mean?"

I'd really like to get together with you, could we have lunch?"

There was a moment of silence on the telephone. I had to stop and think. Part of me was still angry with Sarah.

Sarah picked up on my hesitation. "Louis after the way I treated you I can understand why you might say no, but please give me another chance. I just want to have lunch with you."

I took a deep breath. "Alright Sarah, when do you want to get together?"

"How about today? I don't have any plans for lunch. If my memory is correct you don't have another class until 2:00."

Sarah was right. Her memory of my schedule was accurate.

She prodded me. "I'll buy lunch at the Kensington Grill."

The Kensington Grill was an institution in our city. Sarah knew that I loved eating there. I smiled to myself. Sarah was making an offer that she knew I'd have trouble refusing.

I laughed. "Alright, you've made me an offer I can't refuse."

"Thank you Louis."

"What time shall I meet you?"

"How about 11:30?"

"I'll be there."

"I'll make a reservation. It will be in my name."

"I'll see you in an hour Sarah."

I set the telephone down and smiled. The world was filled with surprises. 

I walked into the Kensington Grill at exactly 11:30. I told the maitre d' that I was meeting Sarah Raymond. He led me to her table.

Sarah was sipping a cup of tea. She looked up and smiled as I approached her.

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You're still the most beautiful woman in the world."

Sarah smiled at me. "Louis you're very sweet." She sighed. "It would never have occurred to Dave to say something like that."

I sat down. "Sarah, I'm sorry things fell a part with Dave. What happened?"

Sarah stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "Dave never would have been able to say that either."

I laughed. "Yes, but Dave had a great big dick."

Sarah smiled. "Yes he certainly did." She laughed. "He knew how to use it too." 

Sarah stopped and shook her head. "Louis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." She stared at the floor for a moment. "Well maybe I did want to say that. Louis, Dave is magnificent in bed. He's a much better lover than you are; but Louis, you're twice the man he is."

I stared at Sarah. "What are you talking about?"

"Louis, you're kind and considerate. You have a wonderful variety of interests. You can carry on an interesting conversation. Louis, it's fun to be with you."

I sighed. "But I can't fuck worth a damn."

Sarah smiled at me. "That's not completely true. You're very skilled with your tongue."

"But that wasn't enough for you."

Sarah slowly nodded. "That's true." 

She stared at the floor for a moment and then she looked up at me. "Louis you're right. You don't have a big cock that's fun to suck and you can't fuck me until I want to scream for mercy." She reached across the table and held my hand. "But you're a wonderful man and it's so much fun to spend time with you. Louis when Dave wasn't fucking me, he was boring."

We heard a noise behind us. We turned, it was the waiter. He smiled. "Would you like to order lunch?"

Sarah nodded to him. "Yes please, I'll have a chicken Caesar salad and some more tea."

The waiter looked at me. "Sir?"

"I'll have the same thing, only I'd like a cup of coffee rather than tea."

"Very good sir."

The waiter left.

After he was gone Sarah looked at me. "Louis would you consider taking me back?"

She quickly added, "I know I was awful to you. Louis, I'll do anything I can to make it up to you." She shook her head. "Louis I want to do the Sunday crossword with you. I want to go shopping with you. I want to create fancy dinners and sample exotic wines with you. Please give me another chance."

I laughed. "Sarah I want to do those things too."

"Really?"

"Yes, very much."

Sarah started smiling. "Will you take me back?"

"Maybe."

Her smile disappeared. "Louis, I am sorry about what I did to you. Please forgive me. Just tell me what I have to do to make it up to you and I'll do it."

I shook my head. "Sarah, I didn't say maybe because I'm angry with you. I said it because I'm not sure you can live without big cocks. How long will it be before you start dreaming about being fucked until you cry for mercy?"

Sarah sighed. "Louis, life is a series of choices. You're right, I'll miss that; but I now understand just how much you mean to me. I'll have to learn to live without it."

"Why?"

"Haven't you been listening to anything I've said? Louis I love you. I miss you so much. I can't bear to go through life without you."

I grinned at Sarah. "Those are the most wonderful words you've ever said to me. You cannot possibly imagine how much I've longed to hear you say those words during the past year."

"Louis, I'm so sorry. I got very confused during this past year. Sex has a very powerful effect on a person's state of mind." 

"I understand that. That's why I'm wondering why you would want to give it up."

Sarah raised her voice. "Because I want to be with you! Can't you get that through your thick skull. I love you. I'll give up everything to be with you."

Sarah quickly regained control. She bowed her head. "I'm sorry Louis. I didn't mean to raise my voice."

I reached out and took her hand. "No, I'm the one that should be sorry. I wasn't making myself clear."

The waiter brought our lunch. We were both quiet while he set our salads in front of us. 

As soon as he was gone I took a deep breath. "Sarah, what if I told you that I wouldn't mind if you enjoyed an occasional big cock?"

Sarah stared at me. "Louis, what do you mean?"

I smiled at her. "Sarah don't make me do this all on my own." I looked at her. "You enjoyed our last week together didn't you?"

"Yes, it was one of the most exciting weeks of my life." She looked at me. "But I thought you hated it."

I shook my head. "No, I hated the fact that you ignored me. I hated the fact that you ate dinner with Dave on your way home from a weekend with him rather than waiting and eating with me. I hated it when you locked yourself in your room as soon as you walked into the house." I laughed. "I hated the fact that you divorced me and wanted to marry Dave."

"But I gave you a chance to be my slave. You turned it down."

"You offered me slavery without love. Sarah, I would love to be your slave, but you have to love me in return. You have to care about me. You have to want to spend time with me."

Sarah grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Louis do you think we can really do that?"

"Yes, I am sure we can. We're going to have to set some ground rules. We're going to have to learn to talk about it." I smiled at her. "But Sarah, we're both smart people, we can make it work if we try."

Sarah grinned at me. "Louis, that would be wonderful." 

Three months later.

It was late. It was just after 1:00 am. Sarah was out with Cassie and Monica. They'd gone to dinner. After dinner they'd planned to spend the rest of the evening going to night clubs.

I was reading on the living room couch. Suddenly a set of head lights swept across the living room curtains. A car had just pulled into our driveway.

I got up and peeked out the window. It was a Lincoln Navigator. I could see a man in the driver's seat. He appeared to be alone. He was lying back in his seat.

I watched. After a few minutes Sarah's head appeared. The man handed my wife his handkerchief. Sarah used it to wipe off her mouth. 

She returned the handkerchief and kissed the man. It was a long passionate kiss. When they finally broke apart, Sarah got out of the car and ran up the front walk. I went to the front door to greet her.

When she came through the front door, Sarah threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Hi baby, I'm so glad you're still up."

"You obviously met a guy."

"Oh yes, Louis he is so hot."

"What's his name?"

Sarah grabbed my hand. "Lets go into the bedroom. I want to sit on your face and tell you all about my evening."

We were both so excited that we almost ran into the bedroom. 

As I was undressing Sarah she said. "His name is Ray. I told him all about you. Louis, he would like to meet you. He's coming to dinner Saturday night." She looked at me. "Is that okay?" 

I laughed. "Of course it is. I'll make Tuna Delmonico for the two of you."

"Louis, it takes three hours just to make the sauce for that dish."

"I know, but this is a special occasion. It sounds like you might have a new boyfriend." 

Sarah pushed me down on the bed. "I can't wait to cuckold you again."

I looked at her. "Sarah would you take my chastity cage off?"

She giggled. "Not until after Ray's fucked me on Saturday night. I want you to be just as excited about this dinner date as I am."

Sarah sat on my face and started telling me all about her knew lover. Life was wonderful. The next few days were going to be such sweet torture.