Don't miss this modern fable.
It's a fictional story, has nothing in common with reality. Please don't suppose anything; I give you only original stories. For local flavor, I used English and London words and phrases. (Example bare means a lot, fag= cigarette.)
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First chapter
For today we have two couples who lived in Chiswick, where rents are high. They were DINKS (dual income no kids), young, fits and minted.
The wives, Tricia and Wendy, never lose an occasion to brag with their beauty. They used to say that the majority of English women are only sexy, but they are real Goddesses, forgive her lack of modesty!
The husbands, both named Mike, were rich, which made them very attractive for their materialist wives.
Tricia's husband looked like a Viking from medieval times, with heavy footprints and thundering voice, but under his bear appearance was hidden a mice heart. After bickering, he always accepted what his wife desired. They call him Hardy.
Another husband wasn't Laurel, as you could think, but Easy, because he was always ready to please Wendy without useless nagging, unlike his mate.
Well, in their second year of the marriage, the two beauties were already annoyed, craving for something which could spice their lives. After net research, they concluded that Femdom is the best kind of marriage for them: wives decide everything and husbands obey them blindly; can't be better than that!
So, they summoned husbands at a dog's bollocks restaurant. The two of them wore cocktail sleeveless dresses, very short and with deep cleavage, large earrings, and high-heels. Useless to say that all men's eyes fixed them for their partners' great sorrow.
"See, we are like the sun, everywhere we reveal ourselves we wake men at life," boasted Tricia. "I ask myself if you realize so lucky you are to be with us."
The two husbands avowed that meeting them was their life chance.
"Isn't right our beauty to be wasted in the chains of a dry marriage, we have to open our wings," added Wendy.
Hardy was about to suffocate with the wine he drank, and Easy was obliged to energetically pat his back.
"Come on, my dear, you have no reason to act like a caveman," said Tricia with detachment. "Our marriage had to adjust at this modern times, like anywhere in Occident. We aren't your slaves, patriarchy is obsolete, we have to turn the tables."
"Modern civilization is defined by the respect and equity," completed Wendy. "More advanced society is, more rights women had, or we are living in a very advanced society, you know better how many priorities we have."
Hardy's face became purple but Easy listened very attentively, resuming to periodically nod.
"We deserve better... " declared Tricia.
"And we are working our asses to spoil you," a nervous Hardy interrupted her.
"True but not sufficient," Wendy chimed in. "Material stuff isn't everything, we need also spiritual fulfillment, only having a shag with bare males will assure us this objective."
"I don't stand for this codswallop!" Hardy jumped like burned.
Easy used all his tact to calm him down.
"Let's hear them until the end."
He always said that people have one mouth but two ears.
Wendy gave him the thumb, happy because he appeared to be almost convinced.
"Englishmen used to have an old and strong relationship with the chastity belts from the Victorian era," Tricia started her plea. "They wore such devices to prevent masturbation because at this time it was considered that such a bad habit produced blindness, madness, and others. Women were instructed to rarely shag their husbands; if you don't believe us check the history books."
"Why these bollocks are interesting us," asked Easy with an even voice.
"Because, darling, you two are Englishmen," Wendy coaxed him. "Because of this device, the men were forced to concentrate on the really important things, like run successful companies and became rich, or command regiments and make an Empire."
"Science already demonstrated that shag fools men but make women wiser," precise Tricia.
"You're taking the pissed! Such a thing never demonstrated," burst out Hardy.
"Of, my dear, don't bellow here," his wife made him look small.
"Sure it was demonstrated, only I don't remember by who, anyway that information is on the net."
"Learn that only women could have multiple orgasms, only they could shag forever, while men after ejaculation are losing their interest," Wendy interrupted.
You'll say that nobody could act forever, that pussy is like velvet, too much friction makes it sore, but we don't bicker here with the characters, we let them speak their minds.
"It's clear that we deserve devoted husbands, who put our needs in prime-plane. The chastity belt is obsolete but there are some modern devices you have to wear. In this way you'll concentrate on the important stuff, to produce more money."
"And you will ejaculate once a week or a month, meanwhile you'll accord us bare oral sex without reciprocity."
They continued with the explanations for a half an hour.
Hardy wanted again to leave but Easy stopped him once more time.
"We have no reason to leave," he coaxed him. "We pay anyway the bill, let's enjoy this day at least, tomorrow can be worse."
"I am convinced that you don't take this decision in a single day, you needed time to study and realize that is your best option. Please give me at least three days do accommodate this subject..."
"Can't be," Tricia interrupted him. "We need an answer right now."
"I don't ask much, only a little understanding," Easy pleaded his cause. "It's a turning point, after that our lives will be completely changed."
"I grant your time-out, darling," Wendy chimed in. "But after that, you have to submit to my will."
With this, the discussion was finished and the couples get to dance, where Easy exceeded. Unfortunately, Hardy trampled on Tricia's feet and she found other partners, more crafty. But Wendy enjoyed her husband's skills.
It followed a shag night, and Easy was at his best, his wife enjoying bare orgasms.
"You was great, darling," she said after smoking a fag.
"You never have reason to complain about me," he pleaded his cause. "Better think again at your proposal."
"I'm sorry, you're a marvelous husband, but we have to go on. Relax, I'll never divorce. I'll be lenient for a Femdom wife, I'll weekly shag you and even I'll let you ejaculate. What you could want more?"
Easy grimaced.
"Once a week will prove great for you, you'll appreciate much more what you have and your sensations will be stronger, you'll have only to gain."
Easy grimaced again.
"Don't make faces," Wendy kissed him. "I know better what our marriage needs, you'll see."
Second Chapter
Easy took three free days and resolved his problems. On the first day, he looked for addresses on the net and visited Mistress XYZ's dungeon.
This lady received him relatively fast. She was a fit brunette, sexy dressed, with knee-length boots, short leather pants and a vest that showed more than half of the breasts, the dominatrix classic attire.
"Are you a neophyte? You seem to be very calm."
"I came only for explanations," clarified Easy. "My wife craves for a Femdom marriage, but I'm reluctant."
Mistress X hesitated but accepted to speak when Easy paid her double.
