Author's note: Many thanks to Fewella, Luxx, Onyx03 and TheMasterBaiter for their help in brainstorming and editing.
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Jensen clutched his mp3 harder and looked at the time. It was almost past midnight and he was waiting for his mistress. He was feeling somewhat vulnerable without her. The only thing that seemed to be helping him keep calm and stay focused was the soothing music playing in his ears. Mistress had been kind enough to gift him this player in order to help him focus on his daily tasks. His anxiety often caused him to feel out of control and dizzy, especially after meals and when there was nothing to distract him. Music helped keep his mind off the boring tasks and kept him calm and focused enough to complete them,
Mistress had told him that it was because he was a bit dumb and he just needed to stop worrying about things and follow her instructions to the letter. At first he was reluctant, but when the music played, everything just made sense. Sometimes, he would hear a voice telling him how worthless he was and how he should be grateful for his mistress. As time passed, he began to accept this as fact; agreeing more and more each day.
It slowly became easier; it made more sense to believe what mistress said. For instance, when he could not control his little cocklet anymore because it was getting hard all the time, mistress demanded that he wear a cock cage. He didn't protest. After all, just like mistress had said, a free cocklet would just prevent him from concentrating on his daily chores.
When he heard the door slam shut, he rushed to welcome her. The cool breeze that rushed inside the warm house made his uncovered nipples harden. She did not say anything, did not even acknowledge his presence. She just turned her back to him and he proceeded to unzip her dress as he had been trained to do. When it fell to the ground, she stepped out of it and went to sit on the couch. Without any orders, Jensen knew what to do next. He quickly grabbed the dress and started folding it while following her. He snuck a quick sniff at the dress. It had a slightly acidic smell, of sweat and old perfume, but it was somehow comforting to him.
He carefully laid down the clothes and took his place at the feet of his mistress. It was a ritual; he knew by heart what he had to do. It was his duty as
househusband
to take care of the one who was taking care of him. Sitting down, he pressed his hands flat on his white panties. Mistress made him wear them around the same time that she started calling him a sissy househusband. He only nodded when his mistress had explained to him that a housewife needed to be pretty all the time.
At first, he did not quite understand why she was saying all of this or where those ideas came from. Then, his mistress explained to him that he was the one who had said all of this. He had been the one saying that the housewives had to be pretty all the time and had to serve the one who took care of them. All of that was years before, at the beginning of the marriage of Jensen and Kate Hobson.
It was true. Seeing Jensen in pretty little panties, on his knees just like this made Kate happy.
This was her revenge.
Before marrying him, she had no idea that he would turn into a sexist piece of shit. Three months into the wedding and he was demanding that she quit her job and stay at home to make pies, keep house, and do everything else for him, even though she was clearly making more than he did! And when Kate had refused, he had the audacity to threaten that he would come to her office to make a scene. Kate had panicked because she knew that he could do it.
But when she stumbled across a "How to make the perfect housewife" kit online, she was thrilled to purchase and use it. Not on herself but on him.
The first night, all she had to do was drug Jensen with the liquid they provided. It had made him foggy and unable to resist her plugging the earphones into his ears. That first session was all that was needed to trigger his inner housewife.
So there they were. Kate looked at him with happiness. She did not regret anything.
Jensen lovingly lifted the leg of his mistress that was hidden under the stocking and removed her heels delicately. This routine had been force fed to him through several punishments whenever he would forget the exact steps. He put the shoe aside and kissed each toe of his mistresses foot. The cloth was moist with sweat. He did not mind; his mistress was working hard for him. He then proceeded to remove the stocking and repeated the same treatment to the other leg. After that, he gently tugged on her panties. He could see that the crotch was wet. He felt his cock strain inside the cage trying to get hard. Of course, it was wet because mistress had been getting real cocks inside of her. Oh, she had been right; he was indeed a bitch in heat that needed to be restrained.
She lifted her hips up and watched Jensen pull down her panties. The silence was expected. She enjoyed watching him carry out those actions without saying anything. She felt proud that she had succeeded in moulding him into the perfect husband for her.
Finally, her lower body was naked. She had just been fucked by one of her boyfriends and her cunt was still wet from all the fucking. She had specifically begged him to cum in her just for Jensen. She was such a
considerate
wife.
"Clean this pussy, bitch."
Jensen's eyes lit up. He was so happy that she was finally talking to him! He loved the attention that she gave him.
"Yes, mistress," he happily said and moved towards it. He breathed in the scent of her pussy and leaned in hungrily. He started lapping around, collecting the juices and gently hummed in order to show how grateful he was.
"This is the closest, you'll ever get to this pussy or any pussy in fact. Your little cocklet will never get inside anyone again. Besides, you barely know how to fuck," Kate's grip tightened around Jensen's hair. She was still angry about what he had said, even if it was months ago.
She very much enjoyed spitting his words back at him: "You're worth nothing with-without me!" She pulled Jensen's face closer and bucked her hips as she felt pleasure sparking throughout her whole body. At least he ate pussy right. Not that she would ever admit it. No sense having a slave get a big head.
If Jensen could nod, he would have. As he heard his mistress moan out loud, he gently started humping the rug beneath him. He continued licking around until he finally reached her swollen clit. He started gently sucking and increased the pressure as her moans became louder and louder until her legs wrapped around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer, making it difficult for him to breathe. He knew that she was close; she was grinding her cunt against his face with no concern for his ability to breath. At that moment, he was nothing more than
a thing
that was contributing to her pleasure.
Finally Kate came. It was an overwhelming orgasm, making her hips buck and pleasurable bursts of electricity shoot through her body. For Kate, it was interesting to know that it was not just the actions that made her cum but it was rather a combination of the latter as well as the whole situation. Knowing that it was Jensen who was on his knees, pleasuring her without any attention for his cock, made her gush out even more. She squirted a little bit, spreading a mixture of her juices and those of her previous lover on the couch. Jensen did not need to be told to lap up the mess. He did not mind that Kate had been fucked by someone else since he had been very well conditioned to think that he could not pleasure her, not with his small cocklet.
At this point, tasting this tangy mixture made him hump the air; he was desperate to cum. It had been 23 days since the last time he had been allowed out of his cage. He could feel his balls becoming heavier and swelling as his little dick tried to become hard. It could not.
When he finished, he sat back on his knees and kept looking at his mistress's feet, not wanting to make her angry. Kate watched him, almost proud of how much someone who used to be such a piece of shit became the perfect slave. She wanted to praise him, to tell him how happy she was right now because of his behaviour but she did not. She did not want to give him the feeling of being good enough; she never felt that way with him so why would she make him feel happy about himself?
However, Kate thought to herself that she was not that much of a monster. So she decided at least provide him some relief. She moved her right foot slowly to him and caressed his warm skin, starting from his shoulders to his thighs. Of course, she had to stop and gently toy with his nipples. Jensen's breath quickened as he tried to control his muscles and tried not to move into her divine touch. He felt so thankful that his mistress took the time to grace him with her bare feet. Kate continued stroking his skin, making it red. She was still thinking about how she would relieve him. She knew that she did not want him to feel pleasure, just the relief. After all, it would have been unhealthy to keep him locked up for so long.
Then, she finally got an idea.
"Get up and go fetch your play box."
"Yes Mistress," Jensen gabbled and rushed to fetch his box.
Kate had gathered in a small black box everything that she would need to train and maintain Jensen; everything that the website had suggested for a woman. Well, almost the same things; a pink buttplug among others.
When Jensen came back, Kate could see that he was excited. She could see his engorged cocklet straining against its restraint. Kate also felt creative and innovative that night. In fact, she was in a pretty good mood and was planning to have some fun by torturing her bitch slave. Poor little sissy would not understand why he was loving what was happening to him.
Jensen handed her the box and resumed his previous position at her feet.
Kate opened the box and inspected its contents. Everything was untouched. She scolded herself for doubting that the medicine was not working anymore. She put the box next to her and motioned Jensen to come closer. When he was close enough, Kate removed the necklace that she was wearing. It had a key. She opened the cage, put it on the table and released Jensen's cock. Instantly, Jensen felt his cock harden as the blood rushing to it. He felt so happy that his cock was finally being touched. He wanted so desperately to hump Mistress's hand but he knew better. He shuddered when he remembered how he suffered the last time he was being punished. He could not walk straight for several days and could not sit down without wincing. He wanted to make her proud by not being bad.
"You get to come today!" Kate announce with an overly high pitched voice. Jensen knew that he was not going to actually cum, it was going to be more of a dribble of his semen rather than anything pleasurable. He was just going to be drained. There was not going to be any way that he was going to enjoy it. He was just going to feel lighter in some way, not at all relieved.
"Thank you, Mistress." He did sound grateful though. Maybe it was because receiving was so rare compared to him always being the giver or maybe it was the drugs. Either way, he felt light-headed; he was genuinely happy with what was going to happen.
If only he knew.
