For some time, I haven't been the most attentive husband. It's not like I have been cheating on my wife or anything immoral. I do spend a little too much time with the boys. Yes, I may drink a little too much. After all Carroll and I have been married 15 years, everything gets old after that many years. I do love her dearly, but it has just gotten boring. There isn't any fire now. I don't know why when we argue she says it's me and of course I don't think so. Sometimes I think I love her the most when she is mad at me. At least then she tells me what she wants and expects.
Carroll has always been a good wife. She is very independent, smart, and has an excellent job. She knows what she wants out of life. In some ways, this is where our problems started. She is a little bit driven, and I'm happy just having a good time. Carroll always seems to have a plan for everything. I like to follow along.
But back to how we got here. I was standing on the loading dock at work, staring at a stack of invoices and pallets of boxes trying to make sense of whose order was what. A truck driver was backing up to the dock, the next thing I know I'm laying under a ton of boxes. I'm beat to hell, two vertebrae with compression fractures, a broken shoulder, a few cracked and broken ribs. The next thing I know, I'm on disability. The company closed the warehouse before I was released to return to work, so I didn't try hard to get a Doctors released to go back to work. It was kind of nice getting paid and not working.
Being off work with an income can make you very lazy. I got to think a full day was going fishing (going fishing is defined as drinking in a boat) with a couple of the guys. Stopping for a beer on the way home and sitting in front of the TV until bedtime.
After one delightful weekend of fishing Carroll was pissed. I came home and found the doors locked, and the locks changed. I was too drunk to drive anywhere, so I decided to sleep in my boat parked in the driveway. Carroll let me sleep out there for four days before she decided to take my calls or to talk to me. I was like a lost puppy I begged to stay. After hours of begging Carroll told me, I could move into the spare room and there would be some new rules, and the first one was drinking had to stop. I was surprised how cold and distance she was the first night. When I awoke the next morning, there was a long list of chores on a list attached to the refrigerator. She wanted the kitchen and bathrooms cleaned. Plus there were other chores. Thinking I was a good husband, I did about half the items on the list and the ones I did, I did half-assed.
I was sitting on the couch with a beer when Carroll came home from work. The shit hit the fan Carroll went ballistic. She packed up my stuff and moved it out to the boat. I started begging again. After about an hour Carroll told me if I wanted to stay I should go to the bathroom. She walked into the bathroom and told me to drop my pants. I started to ask why; her response was because if I wanted to stay, I needed to learn a lesson. She repeated to drop my pants and underwear. She then bent me over the bathroom counter and took the hairbrush to my ass. After about 15 minutes of getting my ass whipped, she told me to go to my room. I bent to pick up my clothes, and she said to leave them, you have to earn the right to wear clothing. I walked my red and bruised ass to the spare room.
The next morning Carroll woke me, she had the rest of my clothing in a box. She handed me my list of chores for the day. She left for work after reminding me she didn't want another night like last night. I worked a lot harder on the list today. I did find it very hard to work in the nude. I keep having to check the curtains before entering a room. I thought the house was perfect. Carroll arrived home, and I was waiting by the door, ready to show off my handy work. Carroll was a lot more impressed with today's effort. I got five swats for an issue in the kitchen and couple more for not closing the lid on the toilet. Carroll spent some time that night showing me how to fix her favorite dinner. Then she had me set the table for one. I ate in the kitchen after I served her dinner. After I clean the kitchen Carroll invited me into the family room where she was watching TV. I was surprised to see she was watching a soft-core porn show on Cinemax. She directed me to sit on the floor in front of her chair, facing her, not the TV. After about 15 minutes she slipped her hand inside her robe. A few minutes later, she let her gown fall open. Her hand was working between her legs. I sat there gazing at her incredible body after all these years. I made a couple of moves to offer my help. She stopped me. The orgasms started to roll thru her body; she came 3 or 4 times in the next ½ hour. She then closed her robe and said good night. I had a raging hard-on. I went to my room to masturbate, and I did several times.
The next morning Carroll came into the room and asked if I enjoyed jacking off. I was quite embarrassed, but I answered, yes. She said it was the last time I would masturbate without her permission first. Over the next couple of weeks, I got dried up and was doing quite a good job taking care of the house. On nights I get an outstanding job with the day's chores. I was allowed to jack off in my room. If there any problems I was bent over the bathroom sink. I had earned the right to wear some clothing when Carroll wasn't home, but she did require me to be nude when she was home. The clothing was nice since I was now taking over all the shopping. I became quite a good house husband. I know Carroll was starting to whip me into shape as a household servant.
By the end of the second week, we were getting in a little bit of a routine. Friday night Carroll had me sit down at the table with her for dinner. Sitting on the table was a typed document with the cover page that read Scott's trial period contract. The next three pages were a typed copy of the rules Carroll expected me to live by if I wish to remain in her house. The short version of the contract, it is was a 60-day trial. It would be renegotiated at the end, as a long term permanent agreement. Carroll assumed control over the money, house, and cars. She had control over all sexual decisions with some limits. At most anytime I could decide I didn't like the agreement and then leave. I would be given a daily list if complete I would be allowed an orgasm by masturbation if completed exceptionally well I would get an orgasm from her. I was expected to complete any sexual requirement she required without expectation of anything in return. I did all the household chores. I was to maintain my body's appearance to her standards. She would be addressed as Ms. Carroll or Ma'am, I would answer to little house boy or boy.
After reading, I tried to negotiate some concessions on her part, and her response was goodbye. That was hard, so after reading the contract several more times, I decided to sign. After all, I do love her and love to see her happy, and the last two weeks hadn't been that bad now that I know what she wants out of me. After I signed Ms. Carroll gave me a big kiss the first I'd had in over two weeks. She then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. My first thought was she was going to use the brush on my ass; she seemed to love that. She laid a towel on the floor then told me to lay down. She placed my right foot to my left knee, making my legs in a giant 4. Next, she used a wooden tool to spread warm wax across my pubic area. It felt warm and relaxing. Next, she took a long strip of cloth and rubbed it into the wax. I'm not sure you jump lying on your back, but I was well off the floor when she pulled the wax and half my pubic hair off. Thirty minutes more hell and it was over I was as smooth as a babies butt. I was informed this would be my new look, and by the end of the week, it was to include any hair below my chin. It took several days before I got all the hair removed. I can say the second time isn't as bad. I was getting used to being naked in front of Carroll all the time, but now I felt really exposed. The rest of the night Carroll watched TV, and I laid with my head between her thighs bring her to one orgasm after and other for hours. With a kiss on the cheek, she sent me to bed with instruction to masturbate myself twice for being such a good boy.
As the days rolled by, Carroll was taking more control of what I did. Often I wouldn't finish her list until a minute before she got home. Then came the night I make the huge mistake. Carroll walked in looking a little pissed the house and yard look perfect, so I hoped she had just had a bad day.
"So how many times a day do you masturbate a day without my permission," she asked as I was serving her dinner.
I knew I had always cleaned up the mess. There was no way she knew what I did every afternoon. So I boldly said, "None."
