Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

She was glad you relented and let her stay the night. I mean, you didn’t actually tell her she could. Her panty gag made sure of it.

And as for actually sleeping with her….well you didn’t get that far. But the floor was comfortable enough for you, although the naked hogtie wasn’t.

Anyway, she’s awake bright and early….dressed for business. So what’s for breakfast?

Eggs, bacon and strapon sucking.

If you lick my heel I'll get you out of the cage.

#ifykyk

Pro tip for mean doms: Allow your sub to touch themself but set a time limit so you can watch them rubbing their parts desperately fast and rough, trying to get off in time.

And afterwards you can either enjoy the pathetically releaved look on their face with cum dripping down their filthy hands or hear them whine and beg for just one more minute.

On Friday night my wife had some friends from work over. We ordered in and they relaxed and had drinks, talking about work, life, relationships, and so on. I stayed out of the way and focused on being a good host. For most of the evening her friends treated me like "the help," ignoring me, as usual, unless they needed something. Similarly, I did my best to keep busy with small tasks so they wouldn't feel like I was hovering or eavesdropping.

Towards the end of the evening, after they'd had more than a few drinks, a couple of her friends started having a go at me: taunting me, dropping things on the floor for me to pick up, threatening to call their husbands to come "sort me out" if I didn't do as they said. I kept my head down, did as they said, and stayed humble. But when they failed to get a reaction from me they turned to my wife and asked when she was going to finally leave me. She laughed it off but they persisted, telling her if they found out they'd "married such a weak loser" they'd divorce me and take everything. They started looking up lawyers on their phones, talking about friends who'd left their husbands, and making a list of things to put on her filing.

Eventually, after listening to them talk like this for a while, I slipped up and responded disrespectfully. I said unacceptable things about them and the quality of their own husbands. Obviously pleased to finally get a reaction from me, they escalated their attack. I instantly felt ashamed of my words and composed myself, returning to my tasks while they went on berating me with renewed vigor.

Eventually, seeing I'd abandoned my resistance, they changed course and told my wife that maybe they could see why she kept me after all, as I was obviously useful and didn't have the guts to stand up for myself or try to stop her from fucking my "friend." My wife was obviously grateful for their change in course and joined their banter, telling them how obedient and helpful I am around the house and how she wouldn't want to give up my contribution.

Eventually the evening came to an end and I arranged them cabs, paying the drivers for them.

The next morning, Saturday, my wife confronted me about my behavior. She made it clear how angry she was and that there was nothing any woman could say that would justify me speaking to them disrespectfully. I apologized and and tried to explain how I could handle most things but hearing them suggest she should leave me was too much. My wife didn't accept my excuses and told me in no uncertain terms that I am a beta male and that women are entitled to speak about me however they choose. Then she lectured me about how I need to act around women in the future. She ended by telling me this wasn't over and we would be having further conversations about it.

Later that afternoon I was in my home office working when I overheard her talking to my "friend" on the phone. I didn't hear all of their conversation but this is what I picked up through the wall:

... "I just can't believe he acted like that in front of them. He knows better." ... "I have. It doesn't seem like he really understands, though. That's why I think it's time for something physical." ... "Definitely. But we've talked about how you've become the Man of our house. One way or the other, you're more of a father-figure to him now than a friend. It would be good for him if you did this." ... "You wouldn't even have to touch him. Just use your belt. And if you want you can leave his pants up and strap his back instead." ... "No, people have been getting whipped on their backs for centuries, it's fine." ... "Okay, no, I understand. I guess I'm just frustrated right now. I'll figure something out. ... Yeah, I can text one of the other guys who takes care of him for me sometimes." ... "I know. And I respect your boundaries. I just really appreciate the way you stepped up to be a role model for him once his dad was gone. It's easy to imagine you disciplining him like his dad did. But I understand where you're coming from." ... "Maybe think about it, though? Not for now, but some other time. Maybe. I don't know." ...

She hasn't talked to me about it since but I know what's coming. Sometime in the next few days she's going to tell me she's made an "appointment" for me with one of her old Bulls to address my behavior on Friday night...

She is in control!

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