In Sickness & in Heath
It was my house too.
My name was on the deed, and one third of my paycheck went to pay the mortgage. But while the house may belong in part to me, my body no longer does. My Wife controls me with physical, emotional, and mental manipulation. Having recently been sick, i was forced to remain home from work to recover. My Mistress /Wife loves me and she is as devoted to me as i am to her. Once my health improved slightly, she began to implement subtle yet effective new ways to dominate me. All of it in plain sight, and yet, all of it so subtle that i failed to notice. My flu like symptoms (No Not COVID - just the flu) made me lethargic and generally weak and unmotivated. Mistress insisted i stay in bed, and that i should wear her footie jammies she held onto from her earlier marriage. Since i tired and cold most of time i agreed, as they were warm enough that i could lay on top of the covers. By doing this, I could rest, but not fall asleep to early. I would sip chicken soup while watching TV, or visit very briefly my profile on Xhamster. But sadly my libedo was also affected by the meds & my general malize. I had no desire for chat, or to watch porn. She helped me to stay awake during the day by popping in at random times to ask if I needed anything. Out of compassion for my Wife, I would pause whatever war movie or zombie series I was watching at the time to assure her I was on the mend. I desperately did not want to be a burden to her, and I tried to keep my needs to a minimum. Despite my illness, Mistress insisted that I continue to wear my cock cage every day. As always, it is on me every waking moment, even when I was at the doctor's office. She sits beside me in the waiting room, her key around her neck in plain sight. And we both know there are some among the visitors or even the staff themselves who know the meaning of that key nestled in her bosom.
On Day Two she again brought me some chicken soup, but this time it was in a "sippy cup". I remembered seeing it in the back of a kitchen cupboard but never asked about it. She explained how she feared I might get careless and spill something on the sheets. Since I do all the laundry, this was presented to me as both a caring intervention as well as not accidently adding to my laundry load, which would one day need my attention again.
"Besides" she just smiled and said "I want my baby to get better soon." I thought it was so sweet of her, and I tried to imagine what a picture i must be to her; laying in bed in a pink fuzzy one piece footie pair of pajamas and now sipping chicken broth out of a sippy cup. She checked on me later and found me napping.
While I was aware of her presence, I continued slept soundly. I could hear her rustling around the room quietly, but then she was gone. When I awoke I had found that she had put the c***d guard on my TV!
I was really shocked by this, as I had used my private bedroom time to watch war movies and other stuff which my wife had never approved of. When i complained about this, she scolded me. "Yes You are to rest. But I don't want you to EVER watch those types of shows! You Know how I feel about them. I know you are sick, so I let it slide the first day. However since it is obvious you can't be trusted to respect my rules, I needed to remind you that I am ALWAYS your dom. So... what do you have to say for yourself?"
Now I was the one with hurt feelings. "I'm sick!" I thought to myself. "My throat had been scratchy and my nose stills fills up at the worst possible moments. I truly thought we were in a neutral setting... a Cease Fire if you will. It was only then that i realized the footie pajamas and the sippy cup had all been carefully orchestrated from the beginning to prevent me from wearing my boy clothes! In previous years, when I was even slightly under the weather, i was allowed to wear boy sweatpants and a sweater. Yes, sometimes I was still expected to wear a bra underneath, but not always. We were still new and growing into our Dom/sub relationship. Clearly those days were behind me. You see, I have a tremendous amount of sexy lingerie to wear nightly - but other than one pair of pink flannel pajamas, i have nothing casual.
"Well... I'm waiting. What do you have to say to me?"
I really didn't know what to say. I feared guessing wrong, and while her role as my dominant had not changed, i had never been this sick for so long. As a result I didn't really didn't think i was out of line. Finally a two words emerged from my quivering lips.
"I... I'm sorry?" My words totally lacked conviction.
My Wife stood at the edge of her bed. The remote control in her hand. "Your sorry... AND?" She waited. I could practically feel her toe tapping impatiently.
"I'm sorry Mistress for taking liberties." I could hear in my voice - a genuine sense of sincerity. God Damn it. She did own me! Even when i am sick - She still owns me !
Yet to my surprise, she provided me with the REAL answer she was expecting. The hidden, subtle response which would set the tone for the rest of my recovery. "And I want to thank you for taking such good care of me." There was just a hint of disappointment in her tone.
"YES! THAT ! " i added quickly. Thank You for taking care of me!Your sissy faggot who loves you so much."
"Good gurl." She tossed me the remote casually. A devious smile came across her face.
Then she walked out of the room. And without looking back at me she stated matter-of-factly: "We will discuss your punishment tonight."
I sat in silence for almost a full minute - letting those words wash over me.
I turned on the Cartoon Network.
My name was on the deed, and one third of my paycheck went to pay the mortgage. But while the house may belong in part to me, my body no longer does. My Wife controls me with physical, emotional, and mental manipulation. Having recently been sick, i was forced to remain home from work to recover. My Mistress /Wife loves me and she is as devoted to me as i am to her. Once my health improved slightly, she began to implement subtle yet effective new ways to dominate me. All of it in plain sight, and yet, all of it so subtle that i failed to notice. My flu like symptoms (No Not COVID - just the flu) made me lethargic and generally weak and unmotivated. Mistress insisted i stay in bed, and that i should wear her footie jammies she held onto from her earlier marriage. Since i tired and cold most of time i agreed, as they were warm enough that i could lay on top of the covers. By doing this, I could rest, but not fall asleep to early. I would sip chicken soup while watching TV, or visit very briefly my profile on Xhamster. But sadly my libedo was also affected by the meds & my general malize. I had no desire for chat, or to watch porn. She helped me to stay awake during the day by popping in at random times to ask if I needed anything. Out of compassion for my Wife, I would pause whatever war movie or zombie series I was watching at the time to assure her I was on the mend. I desperately did not want to be a burden to her, and I tried to keep my needs to a minimum. Despite my illness, Mistress insisted that I continue to wear my cock cage every day. As always, it is on me every waking moment, even when I was at the doctor's office. She sits beside me in the waiting room, her key around her neck in plain sight. And we both know there are some among the visitors or even the staff themselves who know the meaning of that key nestled in her bosom.
On Day Two she again brought me some chicken soup, but this time it was in a "sippy cup". I remembered seeing it in the back of a kitchen cupboard but never asked about it. She explained how she feared I might get careless and spill something on the sheets. Since I do all the laundry, this was presented to me as both a caring intervention as well as not accidently adding to my laundry load, which would one day need my attention again.
"Besides" she just smiled and said "I want my baby to get better soon." I thought it was so sweet of her, and I tried to imagine what a picture i must be to her; laying in bed in a pink fuzzy one piece footie pair of pajamas and now sipping chicken broth out of a sippy cup. She checked on me later and found me napping.
While I was aware of her presence, I continued slept soundly. I could hear her rustling around the room quietly, but then she was gone. When I awoke I had found that she had put the c***d guard on my TV!
I was really shocked by this, as I had used my private bedroom time to watch war movies and other stuff which my wife had never approved of. When i complained about this, she scolded me. "Yes You are to rest. But I don't want you to EVER watch those types of shows! You Know how I feel about them. I know you are sick, so I let it slide the first day. However since it is obvious you can't be trusted to respect my rules, I needed to remind you that I am ALWAYS your dom. So... what do you have to say for yourself?"
Now I was the one with hurt feelings. "I'm sick!" I thought to myself. "My throat had been scratchy and my nose stills fills up at the worst possible moments. I truly thought we were in a neutral setting... a Cease Fire if you will. It was only then that i realized the footie pajamas and the sippy cup had all been carefully orchestrated from the beginning to prevent me from wearing my boy clothes! In previous years, when I was even slightly under the weather, i was allowed to wear boy sweatpants and a sweater. Yes, sometimes I was still expected to wear a bra underneath, but not always. We were still new and growing into our Dom/sub relationship. Clearly those days were behind me. You see, I have a tremendous amount of sexy lingerie to wear nightly - but other than one pair of pink flannel pajamas, i have nothing casual.
"Well... I'm waiting. What do you have to say to me?"
I really didn't know what to say. I feared guessing wrong, and while her role as my dominant had not changed, i had never been this sick for so long. As a result I didn't really didn't think i was out of line. Finally a two words emerged from my quivering lips.
"I... I'm sorry?" My words totally lacked conviction.
My Wife stood at the edge of her bed. The remote control in her hand. "Your sorry... AND?" She waited. I could practically feel her toe tapping impatiently.
"I'm sorry Mistress for taking liberties." I could hear in my voice - a genuine sense of sincerity. God Damn it. She did own me! Even when i am sick - She still owns me !
Yet to my surprise, she provided me with the REAL answer she was expecting. The hidden, subtle response which would set the tone for the rest of my recovery. "And I want to thank you for taking such good care of me." There was just a hint of disappointment in her tone.
"YES! THAT ! " i added quickly. Thank You for taking care of me!Your sissy faggot who loves you so much."
"Good gurl." She tossed me the remote casually. A devious smile came across her face.
Then she walked out of the room. And without looking back at me she stated matter-of-factly: "We will discuss your punishment tonight."
I sat in silence for almost a full minute - letting those words wash over me.
I turned on the Cartoon Network.
3 years ago
