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