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Chapter Four – Snowed Out
My trip home that day was filled with dread and apprehension, for good reason as it turns out. I'm not sure it was the day my life changed forever, although I suppose it’s debatable. I think my life officially changed the day that blonde fucking bitch Carissa Taylor walked into my life. What happened on this snowy January day was only a result of her arrival two months prior.
When we got back to Boston, it was snowing like crazy. It's a wonder the plane was even able to land. I guess we barely got in before the bulk of the storm hit, but by the time I got into the cab, traffic was bumper to bumper. There was almost a half-foot of white powder on the ground and the snow fell sideways. It took me nearly three hours to get home. I noticed an extra Mercedes parked next to my wife's little Mercedes convertible. Hmm, I wondered what was up with that.
When I walked in, I saw my wife sitting on the couch with her lawyer, Anna Goldberg. They both had stern looks on their faces. Anna was not only my wife's lawyer; she was also a shopping buddy. Anna was a short brunette, a little bit stocky, but she always dressed well. Today she wore a black pants suit, with ankle-high boots, and an orange scarf around her neck. Scrutinizing her more carefully, I caught an almost satisfied look on her face. I knew the bitch never liked me. My wife comes from a wealthy family, so when I married her, she insisted on an ironclad prenuptial agreement. Anna came from the best law firm in the city and specialized in these types of agreements. Basically, I had no rights at all. My wife got virtually everything if we separated. At the time, I was so desperate to marry Lydia that I didn't care. We were in love, or so I thought, and she was really fucking good in bed. I never lasted more than five minutes with her.
My wife got up off the couch and slapped me hard across the face. "What a loser I married," she said.
"Honey, I'm sorry," I said. "I made a mistake."
"Oh, I should say you made a mistake. How many mistakes like this have you made?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know," she repeated my words and slapped my face again. For some reason, she didn't look upset. Not only was she not crying, but she seemed oddly energized. Even though she probably hadn't left the house, she wore a ruffled skirt, a blouse and high heels. Lydia almost always wore heels.
"Read him the riot act, Anna."
"Charley," said Anna. "Lydia has asked me to stay and give you the following ultimatum. I have the divorce documents all drawn up. You can sign here. As you know, Lydia would get the house, the savings, as well as 75% of your income for the next five years. Not so good for you."
I swear the little cunt smirked as she said it. To my utter shock, Lydia was unable to hold back a grin. She wasn't the least bit upset about me sleeping around!
"Oh my god," I said, putting my hands to my head and sitting down. "I'm screwed."
"That's right," said Lydia.
They let me gain my composure before Lydia said, "Dearest Charley, I don't want you to think I'm unreasonable or unfair. There is another option. Anna, if you would please."
"My pleasure, Lydia. Charley, Lydia has graciously given you an option. It's an option I have employed for my female clients in the past. It has saved marriages."
I perked up. I needed this marriage at all costs. The alternative was not an option. I had seen poor single men and I was hell bent on not becoming one.
Anna continued: "I should add this is a particularly harsh version of this type of contract, but I think it's quite fitting given your past transgressions and some of the things Lydia has shared with me about you, Charley. Plus you don't really have much of a choice now, do you?"
Who was this annoying little tart to talk to me that way? It occurred to me that women were becoming increasingly invasive in my life. I used to rule over women, but I wasn't sure it was the case any longer.
"Go ahead, read me the riot act." I said.
"Very well," Anna said. She began reading, as I sat there increasingly stunned at the ridiculous conditions the women had designed for me to stay married. What was even worse is that both Lydia and Anna had big smiles on their faces as they read their insane manifesto:
Anna: "In order to stay married to Lydia, I, Charley agree to the following set of rules.
1. All decision making and authority in the marriage is yielded 100%, without exception, to Lydia.
2. Since all authority now lies with Lydia, all of Charley' earnings are to be deposited directly into Lydia's bank account. Lydia to provide Charley with a small weekly allowance based on good behavior.
3. Charley is responsible for all tasks, chores, and errands. This includes, but is not limited to all forms of cleaning, dishes, floors, bathrooms, laundry, yard work, etc.
4. Any failure to comply with Lydia's commands can and will result in punishment. Punishment to be in the form of removal of privileges, as well as corporal, bare-assed spanking, and other forms of humiliation as determined by Lydia.
5. Charley to wear a chastity belt on his penis at all times. It is not to be removed under any circumstances without the authorization of Lydia, or Carissa Taylor, Charley's boss, who will also hold a key to help ensure greater compliance at the work place.
6. Charley is no longer permitted to wear clothing while at home, unless advised under specific instructions from Lydia, to wear an outfit of her choosing.
7. Charley to treat all women with complete deference, obedience, and respect, since they are the superior gender.
Any serious violation of said rules will result in immediate forfeiture of marriage rights and removal from Lydia's household at Lydia's ultimate discretion."
The two females looked up at me for my reaction.
WHAT THE FUCK!!??! Things in my life had gone from bad to worse! My wife was now telling me that I had to basically become her live-in slave if I was going to stay married. I felt the sweat pouring down my armpits and my chest. Yet, very oddly, for reasons I couldn't explain at the time, I also felt the tiniest bit of arousal. I chose to ignore it.
"Honey, this is crazy. C'mon."
Anna cut in: "No. What's crazy is the way you’ve treated women over the years, especially your wife. Now you need to pay the piper."
I stomped my feet and took my jacket and hurled it onto the floor.
"That's it, take a big temper tantrum." said Lydia. "It's clear he's made his choice. Draw up the divorce papers, Anna."
"Certainly," she said.
"Wait!" I said.
"No," said Lydia. "Make up your mind. You can either take your proper place as my subservient, or take a hike!" She pointed to the door.
"Ok, I'll do it!!" I yelled. "But she has to leave. This is between you and me, Lydia."
"No, it's not, jackass. I want Anna to see this. Remember the provisions of the contract. You have no say in ANYTHING. Anna stays."
"Lydia," I said pleadingly, attempting to reach out to her.
"Don't even bother," she said. "I told you when I married you that I ever caught you cheating on me I'd nail your balls to the wall. Well, consider Anna the hammer. Plus, she happens to be a feminist who enjoys watching men get their just rewards. Isn't that right, Anna?" she asked.
"It’s true," she smiled.
This was crazy. It was like a sport to these nutty women.
"Anna stays," said Lydia. "Now sign the documents, Charlie."
Anna laid out a pair of documents. One was the divorce document that would basically cause me to give my life away, and the other was the crazy document that put Lydia (and to a lesser extent my boss – or so I thought at the time) completely in charge of my life. I ran the provisions in my mind again. I would be giving up my salary. I would have my penis locked up like it was the middle ages?!? It seemed beyond nuts. But then I felt that tiny twitch again in my pants. Before I could fully analyze the implications of my actions, I reached over and signed the crazy document that would enable me to keep my marriage.
"Ok, it's settled then," said Anna, smiling proudly.
"Take off your clothing," said Lydia.
"With Anna here?"
"I'm not going to tell you again, Charley."
Then, to both my surprise and Lydia's, Anna spoke. "You know, Charley, in my experience, this will be good for you. I've ruined many a man in my day with these prenups, but the ones who signed the other paper lived fulfilling lives serving and providing for their superior wives. Now Lydia happens to be a good friend of mine, and your name has come up over the years. Knowing what I know about you, I'm totally convinced that this is the right thing for you. You might not enjoy it at times, but you'll get used to it. Now you're not my client, but here's some free advice: Learn to embrace your submissive side and everything in your life will become infinitely easier."
I looked at Anna. Can you imagine the audacity of this little bitch? But she was making a lot of sense. I felt outnumbered. Plus I didn't have much of a choice. I began to remove my clothing. It was yet another step on the path to the complete ruination my life was to become.
When I got down to my underwear, I looked up. Both women had a look of smug satisfaction. "Underwear too," said Lydia.
I sheepishly removed my underwear and stood naked in front of them. I felt the surge of blood head toward my groin. I had no idea why it was happening, but perhaps it had something to do with getting female attention from more than one woman. Sure enough, I began to spring an erection. I stood there dumbly.
Anna: "Oh look, I think he likes it, Lydia."
Lydia: " Why did I marry such a pervert?"
"I'm sorry, Lydia, I can't help it," I said exasperated.
Anna: "Geez, Lydia, you weren’t kidding about his little pinkie. You poor girl!" She flipped out her own little finger for emphasis.
I wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but I was sure I wasn’t the smallest either. Now my wife's bitchy-ass lawyer was making fun of my penis? I felt more anger, and I couldn't help myself. "Ok honey, you got your wish. Can Anna please leave now?"
Lydia rose from the couch and approached me. To my utter shock, she reached back and slapped me hard across the face. "No, I think you should leave until you learn proper respect for my lady friends," she said. Then she grabbed my ear and dragged me toward the kitchen. She opened the sliding glass door to our deck and pushed me out into the snow. As I attempted to resist, I felt a thump in my ass. Lydia had kicked me directly in my asshole as I went out onto our snow covered deck! I heard the door slide shut and the lock click in place.
Then, Lydia flipped the light switch on and sat down with Anna at a table next to the door. Now illuminated, I feared the neighbors might be able to see me. The two women sipped wine and kept me shivering out there like an idiot in the snowstorm. Every so often they would turn to me and laugh. Finally, after five minutes, Lydia stood and opened the door. I stumbled back in, my entire body shaking.
"That's the way you can expect things to be from now on when you defy my orders, Charley," Lydia said.
I had no idea my wife could be so cruel! Actually, scratch that, I knew she had it in her, but I thought I had managed to keep it down with years of good income not to mention the inherent dominance of the male gender.
"Lydia, look at his little pinky-dick. It looks more like a peanut than a penis," said Anna.
Could you even imagine the mouth on this little bitch? But then I looked down and she as right. I was not exactly impressive at that moment.
"Oh, you're right," said Lydia. "Fortunately I haven't touched it in ages. He beats off with internet porn all the time. Check this out," she said, as she walked over to our laptop which was located in a corner of our spacious kitchen.
While I watched, she opened the internet and looked at the history. "Look at all these porn sites he visits when I'm gone."
Anna put her hand to her mouth and began laughing loudly. "Oh god - what a pervert! I swear, it never fails to amaze me what a wayward male can do without proper female guidance. Good thing you'll be putting a stop to that behavior."
"Amen," Lydia said. "Anna, I should have listened to you a lonnnnng time ago." She reached into a desk drawer and pulled out an odd looking object. I had no idea what it was.
"Charley, stand in front of me," Lydia said, more like a command than a request.
I hesitated.
"You heard your wife," Anna said. "You seem to have forgotten the paper we just made you sign. Do it NOW!"
For some reason, Anna's bossy behavior was having an odd effect on me. I could feel my loins stiffening again. This was odd because I wanted to ring her little neck. But there was something oddly exciting about being talked down to like this. I still can't explain it. I walked over and stood in front of my wife.
"Look," said Anna, "It's getting hard again. I told you men like to be treated this way." Anna took my arm and made me face her. "Charley, penises don't lie. And your penis is understanding something your feeble brain has yet to accept - you LIKE it. Admit it!"
"I don't know," I said, speaking honestly, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
My wife's lawyer tucked her nail-polished finger underneath my chin. "Just submit to a higher power, Charley. Female power."
Lydia spoke, "Annie, your making his penis all hard."
I looked down. It was true. "I TOLD you!" said Anna again, still holding my chin. For some reason I couldn’t resist.
"Charley," said my wife from a seated position. "I'm going to place you in chastity now," she showed me the odd looking contraption. "This is a male chastity belt. It's designed to place your penis under my control. You won't be able to obtain erections any more until I unlock you. That way, I get to decide when you can orgasm and you can't masturbate or hook up with fat, ugly floozies anymore."
"I don't know," I said, suddenly very apprehensive about the whole thing.
"You don't have a choice," said Anna again. Why was she so convincing?
"Anna, I can't do this with him all excited," said Lydia.
"No problem, Lydia," said Anna. She slid open the glass door again. "Go grab a handful of snow, boy," she said.
I did as I was told. Something about Anna's self-assurance was making me comply.
"Now," she said, speaking to me as though I was a child. "Hold it up against your penis and balls like a good little boy."
I began to comply. Suddenly I felt a shock on my left butt cheek. Anna had reached back and slapped my ass! "Say 'thank you, ma'am!" Anna said.
"T-thank you, ma'am," I said, not even believing my ears.
Anna turned to Lydia, "See how easy it is."
Lydia smiled. "Anna, you rule."
"No, we both rule," said Anna. "Because we're women. Now Charley, let's see if that penis is behaving."
I pulled my hands away, doing everything this little five foot tall bitch told me to do. My penis had once again shriveled up.
"Ok Lydia," said Anna. "Time to put this penis in its rightful place."
Lydia stepped forward and placed the apparatus onto my dick. She clicked something shut and then pulled away a key, which she held in her hand.
"And so it is done," said Anna. "You've both taken a huge step in your relationship. Congratulations to both of you, but especially you Lydia."
Lydia smiled more deeply than I had seen her smile in years. "Now, I'm in control, Charley," she said.
What had I done! I looked down at the little plastic sheath around my dick. It would make erections impossible.
"Now, wait just a second," I said. "Ladies, can we talk about this?"
"No," said Anna.
"The time for talk is over," said Lydia. "My decision has been made and you signed the paper. This is just the start, Charley. You'll learn to follow my orders, and if you do, I'll let you out from time to time."
Just hearing her talk like that got me excited again. Then the pain in my groin hit me. I winced and grabbed for my dick.
Both women noticed and laughed. I felt my face redden.
"Give me that key," I said.
Lydia slapped my face again. "Shut up!" she said. "Your life as you knew it before is over. I've already instructed your office to begin depositing your pay check in my bank account. There's one more thing we need to take care of. Follow me," she ordered.
I followed the two women upstairs, both of them fully clothed in classy attire and me naked other than this awful contraption on my penis. Lydia sat down on our bed and smoothed out her skirt.
"Lie across my lap face down, Charley," she said.
I thought I knew what she was up to and it was time to draw the line. "Aww, honey, c'mon, you can't spank me."
"Correction, I can and I will. Now, lie across my lap like an obedient little husband. C'mon, I'm waiting."
I hesitated, so Anna spoke. "Charley, do I need to remind you what you signed. Your wife is telling you to do something."
I proceeded to have a temper tantrum. I stomped my feet and could feel the tears filling my eyes. "This is crazy!" I shouted and made for the door.
Anna stepped in front of me and grabbed my arm firmly. I resisted a bit, but her grasp was sure-handed and firm. "Charley," she said in a soothing voice as she faced me with complete confidence. "You know this is the right thing. Plus," she said, and then she shocked me by reaching down between my legs with her free hand. She stuck out her middle finger and lightly scratched the underside of my balls with her long manicured fingernail. I shivered. "I think deep down inside you like it," she said in a gentle, cooing feminine voice as she smiled at me.
There was something about her that I couldn't say no to. She was right! Not that I was about to admit it. I moved with her in stunned silence as she took my hand and escorted me over to Lydia. Together, the women carefully pushed me down across my wife's lap.
Even before the first blow was landed, I was crying with the realization of my defeat. Lydia slapped my ass very hard, but not with a lot of rhythm. Every so often, Anna would chime in: "C'mon, slap him harder. Don't hold back. Focus on one cheek. There. Now the other. Teach him respect!"
I could not believe how much smack talk Anna was laying on me. How had I allowed this to happen? Yet again, I felt that buzz in my groin as I heard this short little chubby bitch assist my wife in punishing me. Then I felt nothing but pain, both in my ass and my penis. The feeling of humiliation was overwhelming. I felt my body give in and begin to relax. I cried openly.
"Great job, Lids," said Anna. "Now you're giving him the business. That's how you lay the foundation for a female dominated marriage."
After a few minutes, Lydia mercifully stopped and asked if Anna wanted to partake.
"I'd love to, dear," said Anna, "but I need to be going. I have a dinner date with some colleagues. I'll take a rain check on that."
Lydia gave me a couple of more slaps. Then she ordered me into the corner. "Stay there," she said. I did as I was told. Man, did I feel weird. Yet I could feel that lingering excitement as my entire free will was taken away.
As the ladies walked back downstairs I could hear Anna. "We'll work on the spanking bit in the future. You can do much, much better. It's just a start."
They continued to talk downstairs for a few minutes and then I heard Anna drive away.
I heard the ominous click of my wife's feet as she approached the bedroom. Her skirts rustled as she approached me and again I felt the searing pain in my groin.
"Turn around," she said.
I turned and she slapped my face several times. I tried to defend myself, so she grabbed my ear and dragged me in front of the mirror.
"Get a good look at that, dearest," said Lydia. "And get used to being my naked and obedient hubby. This is your new life. In fact, I want you to repeat after me: 'This is my new life.'"
I said it.
"Louder!"
I said it again.
"Good. Now, you should know that your training will extend to the workplace. Since you work in a small office with only women, I think it will be fitting that you receive on-the-job training, so to speak. I will be informing Carissa that she has the right to punish you as she sees fit. I'm also giving her a chastity key. Welcome to your new life dear."
I stood motionless, feeling angry again. Would she really notify my bitchy young boss? That would be the ultimate humiliation.
Then I felt my wife slap me upside my head. ?From now on, you can sleep in the guest room. Take all your clothing out of my room - the MASTER bedroom - and go."
"T-thank you, ma'am," I said not believing the words as they came out of my own mouth.
"Better," she said. "You can call me, ma'am or Miss Lydia. Anything else and I'll spank your ass. Anna suggested I use a hairbrush next time."
That night, as I settled into my new room, I could hear Lydia on the phone. The sound of her conversation was muted because my door had been slammed shut by her. She had put me to bed early! Can you even imagine? I thought I could hear that she was talking to Carissa. And she was telling her everything. If only I hadn't cheated on her! If only I hadn't signed that stupid prenuptial agreement! What would happen to me at work now that my annoying 27 year old female boss now knew that my wife had taken charge of our marriage? What if Lydia mentioned that I had shown signs of actually enjoying being treated this way? I fell into a nightmarish sleep.
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