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This story was written in response to the Fem/dom stories out there in
which a decent person is humiliated and degraded and just takes it. I
also find these stories tend to portray women as hateful and
vindictive. Well anyway, this is how it would really happen?
On A Bad Day - by: Lisa Grey - [email protected]
I pulled the car into the drive, cursing. My name is Jack Hoover, and
my life sucked. Royally! I had just come home from work at my demeaning
job. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses at that country
club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had
quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice,
as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we
figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I
went back.
She had graduated over a year ago. I had not really given any
consideration to returning to school. I guess we kind of got use to
having two incomes. That was over now. I finally had a belly full of
the snobs at the club and tendered my resignation by telling one of the
arrogant jerks off. I was going back to school.
It was these thoughts that were circulating in my mind when entered the
house. I had expected my wife to be supportive and sympathetic. I was
wrong. When she heard what I had done she attacked me, verbally. She
was out raged at how inconsiderate I was. How were we supposed to get
started on the new addition to the house she wanted if I went back to
school? How were we going to pay our bills and my schooling? I was
astounded My wife and I had always shared a close loving relationship.
She was always the planner of the family, and she wasn't bad at it so I
had been content to leave her to it.
I could just not understand this betrayal. I stood there looking at
her. Alice was five foot five, with long blond hair and striking green
eyes. She had a trim figure with beautiful C-cup breasts. I, normally,
am a gentle caring man who was attentive and affectionate to my wife,
but given the day I had and her callus insensitivity were too much for
me. So I lashed out.
"I don't care," I said. "Why don't you go get a second job as a
stripper if you want it that bad."
I saw her green eyes flare with rage as I said it. I knew this was a
low blow. Alice had always been a feminist. She thought stripping and
like jobs were one short step away from prostitution, and demeaning to
women.
"You unbelievable bastard," was all she said as she walked out the
door.
I was still up when she returned home late that night. I was still
angry at her insensitivity, but I felt guilty about what I had said.
She came in and saw me sitting there. Her face was an impenetrable
emotionless mask.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what I said. I was having a really bad
day and it just came out," I tried to explain.<
"How bad do you want to make this up to me," she asked.
I jerked back as if slapped. The way I saw it was that we both had some
making up to do. Then I sighed. I really did love her, so I hoped once
she got over her anger she would see her error.
"What did you have in mind," I asked her.
"Wait here until I call you," she said going upstairs to our bedroom.
I sat patiently, listening to her rummaging around for about 10 or 15
minutes before she called. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom
apprehensively.
When I entered the room, she looked at me, and told me, "Put those on,"
gesturing at the bed coldly.
I looked at the feminine finery on the bed then back at her.
"What the hell, Alice," I asked incredulously.
"Put them on or you will be hearing from my attorney with the divorce
papers," she said acidly.
I love her, I kept reminding myself, so I just shrugged and started
struggling into the unfamiliar items. As I put them on she started
telling me how she was going to give me a little taste of what it's
like to be a stripper. It crossed my mind to ask her how the hell she
would know, but the calmer part of my brain told me not to exacerbate
the situation. I just did as directed, hoping that cooler heads would
prevail tomorrow. As I finished dressing, she clicked the stereo on and
went and sat on the bed.
"Now, dance for me. And you better make it good," she said imperiously.
I began dancing, trying to remember how the strippers that I had seen
before I met Alice had done it. I danced around sexily, shucking items
of feminine clothing as I went. As I reached the end of my impromptu
routine, the stereo clicked off leaving me standing there sweating in
the panties. Alice began to laugh. It was not a nice laugh.
She went to the corner and extracted the concealed video camera. She
hooked it to the television and hit play. Of course it showed me
dancing around in drag like a wonton slut.
"There's going to be some changes around here, dear," she said. "From
now on you are going to dress as a woman and you are going to obey my
every command, because if you don't I am going to send a copy of this
to every one you know. Understood?"
I could not believe what I was hearing. I had read stories like this
but had never thought something like it would ever actually happen.
Especially not to me. This was the final betrayal. Alice stood there
smugly saying if I did not agree to this lunacy she was going to ruin
my life in a humiliating fashion.
"Is that understood," she prompted again imperiously.
I had had enough.
"You ungrateful little bitch," I said calling her names in the first
time in our marriage. "I put off my education to support you in yours.
I finally get tired of working that demeaning job at the golf coarse
and decided it is time to go back to school, and you get selfishly mad
at me because you won't be able to afford the luxuries that you want.
Then as is that isn't enough, because I love you, I agree to humiliate
myself further with this foolishness, thinking you will calm down and
start thinking clearly again. Now you pull this shit," as I spoke I
felt something feral stirring with in me. "I can't believe I was this
blind. You obviously never gave a damn about me. I have never
humiliated you like this, but you are willing to blackmail me into
being your personal freak,"
I had moved over to the video camera and plucked off the T.V. even as I
felt my control slipping. I was very frightened by this feeling, but I
was incredibly angry. "I don't think so you fucking CUNT," I shouted as
the camera, powered by the rage that filled me, slammed into the wall
and burst into hundreds of pieces.
My eyes must have glowed red with my rage because Alice did not make a
move the whole time. She just stood there, eyes wide with fear. She had
never seen me like this. Hell, I had never seen me
like this. I stalked across the room, digging the shattered cassette out of the debris of the camera. "I am leaving and you will be hearing from my attorney about the divorce papers," I said as I started pulling the tape out in big wads. I moved in front of her looking her strait in the eye. My whole body was vibrating with barely contained rage. I noticed her trembling slightly. "If you ever, and I mean EVER, try to fuck with my life again, I promise you the only job you will be able to get is being a twenty dollar crack whore. You will wish you could get a job as a stripper," I said in an eerily calm voice that could freeze molten magma instantly. I put on my clothes, packed my stuff and left her standing there mute. I was half way to the hotel before I realized I was still wearing the panties. I began laughing. It was a welcome release. ***** The judge was more than kind to me at the divorce proceeding. Since I had put my education on hold to support Alice's schooling, he gave her all of our property except my car, and all the debt that went with it. This would allow me to go back to school and not worry about not being able to pay the bills. I heard much later that Alice had had several abusive relationships, and had been cheated on by several men. She had lost her job and had been hospitalized for sever depression. She had been over heard lamenting how she had thrown away the one kind and gentle man she had ever met. As for me I went back to school and graduated with honors. I now have a good job that I enjoy and a new loving wife that appreciates me. I didn't, however, get away unscathed. You see, one of the things I learned that night, besides blackmail and humiliation really piss me off, was that I rather enjoyed dressing in lacy feminine things...
like this. I stalked across the room, digging the shattered cassette out of the debris of the camera. "I am leaving and you will be hearing from my attorney about the divorce papers," I said as I started pulling the tape out in big wads. I moved in front of her looking her strait in the eye. My whole body was vibrating with barely contained rage. I noticed her trembling slightly. "If you ever, and I mean EVER, try to fuck with my life again, I promise you the only job you will be able to get is being a twenty dollar crack whore. You will wish you could get a job as a stripper," I said in an eerily calm voice that could freeze molten magma instantly. I put on my clothes, packed my stuff and left her standing there mute. I was half way to the hotel before I realized I was still wearing the panties. I began laughing. It was a welcome release. ***** The judge was more than kind to me at the divorce proceeding. Since I had put my education on hold to support Alice's schooling, he gave her all of our property except my car, and all the debt that went with it. This would allow me to go back to school and not worry about not being able to pay the bills. I heard much later that Alice had had several abusive relationships, and had been cheated on by several men. She had lost her job and had been hospitalized for sever depression. She had been over heard lamenting how she had thrown away the one kind and gentle man she had ever met. As for me I went back to school and graduated with honors. I now have a good job that I enjoy and a new loving wife that appreciates me. I didn't, however, get away unscathed. You see, one of the things I learned that night, besides blackmail and humiliation really piss me off, was that I rather enjoyed dressing in lacy feminine things...
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