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Robbie overslepted. He remained in bed and pleasantly stroked his hard cockafter tapping the snooze button on the alarm clock at bedside and rolling over.He felt guilty about wasting time but he didn't have enough discipline to getup and leave the comfort of his bed. He loved to lie in his warm cocoon inthe morning fantasizing various sadomasochistic erotic adventures mostly abouthimself and his wife, Melinda.
Sometimes Melinda headed for the office of the business that she owns earlyleaving Robbie alone to sleep in a little later especially when Robbie wasup late doing paperwork. He realized that this particular morning was not thecase and he could hear her moving around downstairs.
Unless Melinda goes to the office extra early, Robbie is expected to getup early and make her breakfast.
Robbie pushed his luck by not getting up and hoped that he would soon hearthe garage door open, which would indicate that Melinda left for the office,and he would free to complete his little masturbation ritual. He wanted tocum badly but he was not quite at the climax point as he fantasized about beingon his stomach, naked, tied spread-eagle to bedposts, as Melinda cruelly punishedhis backside with a rattan cane.
He suddenly sensed the door to his bedroom open and he pan iced, quicklyreleased his swollen organ, discretely pulled his underwear back up and pretendedto be asleep.
In walked, Melinda. "Hey, get up. You didn't work last night and we havea lot of work to do today to prepare for the weekend."
He complacently agreed, "Umm, OK."
But he made no move hoping she'll go away and he could relax for a few moreminutes and return to his fantasy. She didn't.
"You need to make some sales calls. I'll bet you haven't made any yet thisweek."
"Yes I did. I made a few." Robbie lied.
"Who did you call?" He had no straight answer.
"Well, get up now!"
"Yes OK."
Robbie still didn't move hoping that she'll give up and announce that shewas leaving for the office. He was wrong. Melinda pulled down his covers. Heimmediately felt the chilly air of the room and his erection was pretty obvious.She grabbed the wooden paddle located on the table at the foot of his bed.
"Turn over man-slut! You are totally disgusting with that boner stickingup like that. What have you been doing up here?"
Robbie reluctantly flipped over on his stomach and Melinda began to smackhis ass. Hard! He tried to roll away to protest the assault to his bottom butshe grabbed him and rolled him back into position holding a firm hand on thesmall of his back. The blows continued for fall in rapid succession on hisbackside. She paddled him progressively harder and harder.
"Don't you dare try to move away from me when I'm disciplining you," shereprimanded while raising the paddle into to position in preparation to launchanother blow.
He tried to hold out for those last few precious moments of reclined pleasurebut the pain became too intense. Robbie started to moan.
"OK. OK. Stop. I'll get up."
Melinda discontinued the beating and Robbie quickly pulled up to a sittingposition at bedside and planted his feet on the floor. He stood.
"Now I want you to get down on the floor and assume your standard punishmentposition."
Without question Robbie dropped to his knees and placed his forearms onthe floor next to his bed. He rested his head on his forearms and raised hisass up and into position. Melinda lowered the lacey white panties, which sherequired Robbie to wear to bed every night, exposing, his tight little assalready severely red and swollen by the discipline that she just inflectedupon him.
Robbie soon felt a really a hard smack on his already burning ass, thenanother and another. Robbie began to whimper. The whimpers soon transformedinto agonizing cries of desperation as the paddling continued without pause.
"Please stop Mistress. I can't stand any more. You're hitting me too hard.Please slow down". The tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.
"How dare you beg me for mercy slut? You left my dog out last night in thefreezing cold."
She hit him six more times as hard as her could and Robbie doubled overin agony while crying uncontrollably.
"Don't let that happen again or you'll be spending the night outside inchains and naked while the dog sleeps here in your bed. Do you understand?"
Melinda kicked her doubled-over husband on the back of his left thigh withher bare foot.
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry," he sobbed.
"Your sorry alright – a sorry worthless piece of shit." She kickedhim again. "I want you to log ten sales appointments when you get in the officeand give me your list at the end of the day. You will spend one hour standingnaked in the corner of your room this evening for every entry short of tenon your list. I promise to close the heating vents and open up the windowsso you can experience what my dog felt last night. I think I will even chainyour wrists and ankles and do something really nasty to your balls. You OKwith that slut?"
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry".
Without another word, she left his room leaving him there on the floor absorbedwith his pain. He was now fully awake and his mind was racing. He thought abouteverything he needed to get done that day. It seemed overwhelming. Withoutwasting another second, he lifted himself up and staggered painfully to thebathroom.
Robbie turned on the hot water tap on the sink to get the cold water flowingout of the hot water pipe while he took a piss. He returned to the vanity andfilled the basin with hot water for the morning shave. After shaving his face,he hit the shower, bringing his razor along to shave his legs, genitals, stomach,and chest, under-arms, and head.
Melinda required him completely hairless except for his eyebrows.
He took his time enjoying the hot water comfort as the pain emanating fromhis heavily punished ass cheeks began to diminish. He rubbed his bottom, whichwas sore and swollen from the recent attack by Melinda's paddle. The hot waterreally felt soothing on his punished backside. He gently guided the razor intohis ass-crack as well.
When Melinda first insisted that he shave his body he was revolted by theidea. He felt completely humiliated by just mental image of his body withouthair in places where men typically had hair. He begged and pleaded with herto no avail to change her mind on that issue.
"She must be trying to emasculate me. Reduce my manliness. - Symbolic castration",he thought.
However, he warmed up to the body shaving activity over the past year andhas actually grown accustom to it. As part of his training he came to appreciatepampering himself, indulging his body and making himself beautiful for Melindain a ritual that is usually reserved only for females. He suddenly had a mentalflash. "If I linger in here too long, I'll be in trouble with my Mistress againthis morning. I must end this now!"
He quickly twisted the shower faucets closed and drew open the shower curtainto find Melinda standing there all dressed in a conservative white blouse andblack wool skirt breaking just below her knees. She looked very professionalexcept for being barefoot and her beautiful long, shapely, athletic legs hadnot yet been adorned with stockings. She stood with hands on hips, and shelooked to him as beautiful as the day he met her so long ago. He thought abouthow gorgeous she still looked and how shapely her body still was. He reflectedthat all and time she spent at the health club really paid off.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Where the hell is my breakfast?"
He just stood there startled.
"How long do I have to wait to eat? I got to get to the office. Someone'sgot to run our business and it sure isn't going to be you! Do you know whathappens to bad little boys that dawdle in the shower?"
Robbie lowered his head and uttered a quiet and frightened little "No."
"I can only assume that you were playing with yourself again. God, I catchyou all the time. I already caught you two times today and it's only 8:00.I swear that I'm going to definitely order that device to cage up that disgustinglittle wiener of yours so you won't be distracted and you can focus on my needsonce in a while. Now do me a favor so that I can show you what will happenevery time I catch you fooling around in here."
"But Mistress, I wasn't playing with myself. I was just shaving all overas you require me to do," Robbie whined.
"Oh I see. Actually, you missed a spot."
Melinda slowly waved the palm of her hand in close proximity to his facein an apparent gesture of indicating where the razor missed and quite suddenlyslapped his face as hard as she could. The blow sent Robbie recoiling backwardsand almost caused him to slip and loose his balance on the wet and slipperybathtub surface.
"Fuck your damm excuses. You took too long and you wasted my time. Don'tyou think my time is valuable? I want you to lie face down in the tub withyour knees toward the drain. Do it now quickly before I really loose my temper!"
Robbie, feeling that further protest would only earn him additional punishment,slowly lowered himself to his knees and contorted his body into the requestedposition.
"Reach behind your back and grab onto your ankles. I'm going to give youan extra two minutes in the shower. See how forgiving I am? Your task is simplyto enjoy my little morning gift and not move for two minutes. I'll be timingthis with my watch. If you move, I'll tack on another two minutes and so on.Understand?"
Robbie feared what was coming. "Yes Mistress. I promise I won't move."
Melinda then fully opened up the cold water tap and a freezing burst coldrain descended on Robbie. He screamed from the initial shock and then shiveredand howled in frigid discomfort fighting desperately to hold his position andnot move.
"Please Mistress, turn it off. It's so cold can't stand it," he cried.
Melinda vocalized a sadistic little laugh and kept that cold water runningat full blast.
Two minute seemed like an eternity under those conditions and Robbie summonedup all his willpower to avoid the natural reflex response of moving away fromthe cold. After three minutes, Melinda turned off the water as Robbie continuedto moan, cry and shiver.
"I hope that you enjoyed your cool invigorating little extra shower time.Now get your ass down to the kitchen."
"Yes, Mistress, I'll dress fast and be right down."
"Forget about drying off or dressing. I've waited long enough. Just getyour worthless little ass down there right now if you know what's good foryou."
She turned and stomped off without another word.
Realizing that he started the day off badly and that he was already in trouble,he felt he was in no position to beg for mercy and be granted the privilegeof toweling-off and dressing. He followed his mistress to the kitchen, naked,soak and wet, and trembling.
Robbie got to the kitchen shaking like a leaf and started the coffee andthen got the oatmeal cooking.
Melinda took hot oat meal most mornings because of the benefit of its high-fibercontent.
She sat impatiently at the table in the eating area of the kitchen casuallypaging through the morning paper. She was further annoyed because she had toretrieve her own paper from the front steps and was contemplating a list ofpossible punishments for her shiftless and lazy-assed husband who was so self-indulgentthat he could not rise sufficiently early to either fetch her morning paperor have breakfast ready in a timely manor.
She impatiently rubbed her bare feet against each other while yelling overto Robbie, "What the fuck is happening with my food?"
"Coming right up Mistress," Robbie nervously replied without hesitationas he blended some cream into the cup of coffee he was about to serve.
The oatmeal was meanwhile boiling away in the microwave and was almost readyto be served as well. Robbie was cold and still slightly wet when he shuffledover to the table with the coffee mug in one hand and the oatmeal bowl restingon a saucer in the other. Robbie served Melinda and continued in accordancewith the standard meal-time protocol for their household which was to standat attention at Melinda side while she dined unless otherwise instructed.
The household dining rules further dictated that Robbie was only allowedto dine off of whatever scraps were left over from Melinda's plate after shehas finished. He was not allowed to have any other food without her permissionat any time. Sometimes Melinda would divide up the leftovers between Robbieand her Golden Retriever to further reduce Robbie's food intake.
By controlling his diet she could guarantee that he always looked slim andmaintained a feminine waistline. Her philosophy was to permit him to eat onlyenough food to satisfy his minimum nutritional needs and nothing more.
She began to settle into eating her breakfast and paid no attention thenaked slave husband shivering while standing at attention next to her. However,after a few bites and a gulp of hot coffee she did have an idea.
"Get down under the table and position yourself on your stomach so thatyou will be able to clean my feet with you tongue while I finish eating."
Robbie felt sickened but complied knowing that any word or action on hispart that could be interpreted as reluctance to obey his mistress would begrounds for severe punishment. He crawled under the table and positioned himselfon his belly so that his mouth was in close approximation to her feet.
He noticed that her feet were particularly dirty having been walking aroundthe house barefoot all morning and even walking outside to retrieve the paper.The balls of her feet were blackish and her heels were about the same. Sincemost of the floors in the house were either ceramic title or uncarpeted hardwood,walking barefoot around the house resulted in one's feet getting dirty fairlyquickly.
The ceramic tile of the kitchen floor felt cold everywhere that it madecontact with Robbie's naked body and he knew that this was not going to bea pleasant task.
"May I begin cleaning Mistress?"
"Permission granted. I want my feet perfectly clean and don't forget touse that tongue between my toes. Also, if I feel any teeth on my toes you willbe subjected to further discipline."
Melinda then nudged one of her pretty but dirty little feet into Robbie'swaiting mouth while resting her other foot on his back to keep it warm andto keep him in his place by pressing her heel firmly between his shoulder blades.
Robbie licked and sucked using his tongue to mop the sole of her foot. Hewas well aware of her foot odor and could taste the bitter gritty residue asit entered his mouth. He felt revolted and sickened, while at the same timesexually aroused by the thought of having to perform such a disgusting taskat the mere whim of his sadistic wife.
They both knew that there were very little Robbie would not do at Melinda'scommand. There was no doubt in Robbie's mind that he was totally and foreverunder her complete control. And in spite on of all the painful torture anddiscipline that he had to endure and all humiliating acts that he was forcedto perform, he felt very secure in his relationship, much in love and verydevoted to his wife/mistress. He was her slave. He realized that. But in hismind he was a slave to a goddess. All of the pain, suffering and humiliationwere perceived by him to be tests of devotion and nothing more. Melinda oncetold him that his suffering on her behalf was that cement that blinded theirrelationship together. And that insightful through came from a women who knownothing about the domestic discipline lifestyle until Robbie introduced herto it several years ago.
Robbie kept working his tongue around Melinda's well-manicured toes andback down her sole until he reached the heel of her foot and clean it as wellhoping that his mistress was being pleased by his service. Eventually Melindaremoved her unattended foot off his back which was her nonverbal signal thatit was time to switch feet.
"Enjoying your breakfast Slave?" she teased.
"Yes Mistress."
"Good! Now finish up quickly. I have to get to the office."
Although his tongue was very dry at this point and coated with dirt, andhis mouth tasted bitter and gritty, he stepped up his cleaning effort.
Soon Robbie announced in a very raspy voice at he was finished.
Without reply, Melinda raised each foot to inspect the cleaning job whichpresented Robbie with a full view of her beautiful smooth white legs up underher skirt and all the way up to her crotch with her magnificent cunt coveredby very sexy black laced panties.
Robbie wished that his mistress would command him lick her legs all thatway up to her crotch and perhaps even allow him to service her orally. He lovedto worship her fine legs and he was beginning to feel erotically intoxicatedby a combination of his thoughts and the view.
However, no such invitation was extended and the view was short lived asMelinda, apparently satisfied that her feet were clean, commanded, "Now getout from under there and fetch your plate."
Robbie had a special plate from which he was always served Melinda's leftovers.Robbie got up and retrieved his special plate.
He was not allowed to eat off of any of the household dinnerware – thesewere reserved for the exclusive use of Melinda and her guests. Robbie's plate,selected by Melinda especially for him, was of the large and heavy white stonewarevariety.
He placed the plate on the table next to Melinda's oatmeal bowl and returnedto standing at attention next to her. Melinda ate only about half of the oatmeal.Robbie, aware of the household dining arrangements, always tried to serve uppotions larger than what he estimated that Melinda would eat.
Of course, by the time she finished eating that morning, the oatmeal wascold and dry.
Robbie stood at attention at the table next to his mistress. He could feela slight rumble in his stomach and some hunger pangs. As Melinda dumped thecold lump onto Robbie's plate, she commanded, "Handcuffs Please."
Sometimes Melinda required Robbie to be handcuffed behind his back and forcedto lick the food off his plate. It looked to Robbie like this was going tobe one of those occasions. There were handcuffs all over the house for thepurpose of quick retrieval and Robbie was familiar with all the locations.He fetched a pair from a kitchen drawer and placed his hands behind his backand Melinda locked them on his wrists. Melinda got up and commanded Robbieto keel in front of her vacant chair.
"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
Melinda headed for the power room off the main hallway of the house adjacentto the kitchen. A few minutes elapsed and Melinda returned and placed Robbie'splate on her chair in front of him making it practical for him to lick up thecontents on his plate while kneeling with hands cuffed behind his back.
"This oatmeal is cold and all stuck together so I'm going to juice it upfor you with my special sauce", Melinda teases using her ultra-sexy voice.
She produced a paper cup, which she obviously brought from the powder roomfilled with a dark yellow warm liquid. Robbie guessed right away that the cupcontained Melinda's urine.
"Oh, you're going to enjoy this", she said as she dumped the contents ofthe paper cup onto the waiting lump of oatmeal.
"Just to show you how much I care about you, I held in my pee all morningso that that it would be especially dark, thick and rich. I'm going to my roomnow to put on my stockings, shoes and finish putting on my makeup. I expectthat plate to be licked squeaky-clean by the time I return or else there willbe consequences. Bon Appetite'."
Melinda left the kitchen.
Again Robbie experienced conflicting feelings of discuss and excitement.Both emotions were tugging at him but he realized he had really no choice.Get the contents of the plate inside him or suffer severe discipline at thehand of Melinda.
He knew that he was handcuffed in part to prevent him from being even tempedto sneak the vile concoction into the garbage or flush down the toilet. Hewould never be able to maneuver the plate to either location without spillingsome on its contents or dropping the entire plate. Melinda would know and theconsequences of that course of action would likely be extremely painful.
She was an expert in giving Robbie the maximum pain that he could handleand then always "raising the bar" a little and pushing him to accept more andmore pain. Being masochistic, Robbie was erotically stimulated by mild to moderatepain which Melinda gave him in carefully measure doses when he had been a goodhusband as well as an obedient slave and they engaged in erotic fantasy play.All of their lovemaking includes some S and M activity as part of the package.However, Melinda also perceived herself to be the trainer of her husband/slaveas well as his lover. Her philosophy was that in the context of the domestic-disciplinerelationship her role was to administer whatever level punishment, tortureor humiliation necessary, no matter how cruel, to achieve the desired result.Simply put, to transform a husband into an acceptable domestic slave and keephim under her complete control, he must be broken by whichever means necessary.
Robbie's heart sank as he thought about what he must do. The plate stoodbefore him containing the mass of yellowish oatmeal surrounded by the repulsivegolden liquid like an island in a sea of urine. He finished pondering his optionsaware that Melinda would be returning soon and lowered his face to the plate.
Melinda returned to the kitchen fully dressed and ready for work. Robbiehad forced down the last bit of oatmeal and was busy sucking and licking upMelinda's pee. Melinda examined the plate and then looking down at Robbie withhis face smeared with oatmeal and urine.
"Enjoy your breakfast, dear?" Melinda inquired.
"Yes mistress," Robbie replies trying to act as positive about his presentordeal as he could.
"Good. Now finish up. There's still a little bit of my precious golden liquidon the plate and you certainly don't want to miss any."
Robbie once again lowered his face to the place and continued the degradingtask of mopping up the remaining little puddles of Melinda's urine with histongue.
Meanwhile, Melinda retrieved handcuff keys from her purse on the kitchencounter. Although handcuffs can be found in various convenient locations aroundthe house, only Melinda had control of the handcuff keys and kept one key inher purse and a second key hidden in a secret location.
Melinda again inspected Robby's plate observing that he had consumed allof the oatmeal and the remaining urine. She released Robbie's wrists and retrievedher black leather coat from the hall closet.
Robbie remained on his knees on the kitchen floor with his arms at his sides,back straight and eyes facing forward. His face was covered with urine andthere was urine up his nostrils and he could not escape its acrid smell.
"I'm leaving for the office now. I expect you to clean up the kitchen, getdressed, and have your butt in your chair in the office and making sales callsin half an hour. Remember our agreement. You must make ten sales appointmentstoday or else you know the consequences. Also, when you dress today I wantyou to put on your black spandex ladies figure-control underpants".
Relieved that his morning ordeal was apparently over, Robbie nodded hisacknowledgement.
"Yes, mistress," he replied.
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to wash your face."
Melinda laughed, blew him a kiss, and left for the office.
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