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Life with Lyla as Her Housewife
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Standing in the kitchen of the small house, almost a large cottage, I chop
mushrooms, onions, and green peppers for an Italian dish I've learned to
make recently. I hear a rumble in the driveway and realize that she must be
home a little early. She would be Lyla, my husband. We have a very
alternative relationship and have been together for about a year. I call
her my husband. You see, I used to be more of a man. Now, I am learning to
be a lady. Specifically, I have become her wife, and the mother in our
home.
Today, I'm wearing a red-and-white plaid housedress with black buttons down
the front. Tan pantyhose and plain white cotton panties. White pumps with
two-inch heels complete the look. My ears have simple silver loops. A
simple wedding band and engagement ring we picked out together are on my
finger. My hair is brown, curled and thick with blonde highlights to please
her. I wear it loose, though sometimes she wants me to pull it back into a
severe French braid. I am still learning to braid, to please Lyla.
I remember when she first told me that she wanted to have a stay-at-home
wife, so that she could just go in to the office and let someone else worry
about caring for the house, and caring for her. I think my body shook. I
questioned her a thousand times, asking her over and over again if this is
what she wanted. She assured me that it was, and she hasn't let me down.
Now, I am entirely dependent on her. She puts clothes on my back and a roof
over my head and gives me money to spend on the food that I prepare for
her. If she threw me out, I would be very vulnerable. I like it that way.
The whole irrevocably "stuck" feeling. It helps me to focus on pleasing her
when I feel lazy. She likes it too. Lyla enjoys the power trip of keeping a
formerly successful man in a dress, submissive, pleasing, always available.
Sometimes, she really, really likes it.
Lyla works with people and handles cases. When she comes home, she needs to
be pleased, fed, pampered, and loved. That's my job, to take care of her.
And that's pretty much all I do. I still read a little and keep up with
some of my old interests. This pleases Lyla, keeping my mind active, my
intellect sharp. But mainly, I serve her. I serve her by meeting here at
the door with parted lips, downcast eyes, a shy smile, and a cold beverage
in hand. I serve her by sweeping the floors daily in heels and a dress. I
serve her by preparing the checks for her to sign, balancing the checkbook,
keeping the finances in order for her inspection and approval. She signs
the checks--it isn't a joint account, to protect her from my faults and to
keep me beneath her. She holds all the cards, and she knows it. This fact
reinforces my submissive, dependent feelings and makes me love her all the
more. I propose a menu, she reviews it, and orders changes. She controls my
portions and tells me if she thinks I've had enough. She likes to take away
things that she knows I like and finish them for me, smiling knowingly and
making me demurely smile back.
Sometimes she fondles me and makes me please her with my mouth in the
kitchen, squatting or kneeling at her feet on my knees in front of her, my
face in her pussy. Other times, we just have dinner and I ask her about her
day and office politics. Afterwards, she retires to the couch and watches
me clean up. She doesn't lift a finger. It's our deal. I enjoy caring for
her and serving her as her housewife. It makes me feel proud to see her
watching me work, approving of my being busy, keeping our home spotless,
pleasing her.
After everything is put way, I go back to our bedroom and take off my
housedress and put on a little lingerie. Sometimes, I dress in a corset or
a bustier with stockings. Usually thong panties and heels complete my
desired attire. I put on a flimsy, mesh nightgown, usually black, sometimes
white. I slip into black court shoes with a four-inch heel and a classic
curve. I accent my makeup. She likes it light, not too heavy. I wear soft
perfume or body spray in the evening to impress my husband Lyla. She
doesn't like strong perfumes so I hold back on my preferences to please her
and only her. Regardless, I enjoy dressing up as her very own call girl, to
please and tease her, the way she has taught me to sexually excite her, to
help her reach climax.
I take her robe in my hand, along with a change of panties or briefs, and
rejoin her in the living room. She's laughing with Rachel Maddow. I like
that. I sit beside her and take her heavy in my lap and massage her scalp,
rubbing her temples, stopping to kiss her lips or neck. I undress her,
unbuttoning her shirt. I unbuckle her belt, slip the snap on her pants, and
pull the zipper. She shifts and I pull her pants down to her ankles. I
massage her legs. She moans. She calls me baby, softly. I unlace her shoes,
remove her socks, and kiss her feet. Usually, I lick her toes, but not
tonight. Instead, she pulls the hair on the top of my head and draws me
between her legs. She spreads, forking a limb up over the side of the
couch, I kneel on the floor beside her, turning my head and resting the
beak of my face on her hood. I lick her smooth, hairless womanhood, working
my tongue into her lips, engorging her folds. I do this for hours, feeling
her pulse quicken and subside, over and over again. She presses my head
hard against her, pulling my hair with excitement. One night, she came
three times and I knelt there for five whole hours. (To be honest, I
brought her three glasses of water.)
Lyla is my husband and I am her wife. She keeps my little thingie locked in
a clear plastic chastity device. She used to wear the key around her neck.
Now she keeps it in her wallet. That makes me nervous, knowing that a
wallet is easier to lose or misplace. She laughs at that, and loves the
power trip. Early on in our marriage, she milked me, rubbing my prostate
once a week. Now, she just plays with my ass, sometimes fists me, sometimes
makes me do 69 with her, but with her mouth on my anus instead of my caged
cock, licking and sucking it hard, entering her tongue, and pressing her
face deep between the cheeks of my buttocks. She likes forming her fingers
into a beak and stretching my ass, behind me while I'm on my hands and
knees. I haven't ejaculated in over a month. Sometimes she gives me release
with her mouth. Sometimes she masturbates me with my hands cuffed over my
head to our bedframe. She likes to remind me that she is in control. I like
it that way.
After cuddling in the living room, we retire to bed. I am forbidden to stay
up later than her. She insists that I go to our marital bed first and wait
for her, and make myself available for her pleasure there. Often, she likes
to sit on my face or sit aside my hips and suck and bite my nipples and
afterwards fall asleep with her heavy body squishing my more petite frame.
Sometimes she likes me to suck her nipples for hours as she falls asleep.
She likes to wake me up and make me get her glasses of water or lick her to
orgasm in the middle of the night. She likes to keep me a little off-guard.
I don't begrudge her. She often asks that I tell her stories, like a little
Scheherazade, but usually falls asleep and snores gently before I've built
up the denouement.
My husband is a beautiful woman with long, thick hair. She has a potty
mouth and talks like a man. She likes it when I talk "sexy dirty" but has
no patience if I become upset or show temper. One look and I lower my eyes,
demurely. She rules my life. I obey her. She tells me who to vote for. She
controls the money--it's her money. I merely prepare checks. I don't carry
money or possess a bank card. I am her little wife. She likes it that way.
Actually, it's a good deal for her and for me. I think back to my old life
and remember how many different stressors and demands conflicted me and
gnawed me with angst. Now, I have a purpose and I am able to please. And I
am very pleasing. I need to be. I am Lyla's wife, her servant. There is no
other life for me.
My name is Jennifer Kennedy. I go by Jen.
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