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Robbie overslepted. He remained in bed and pleasantly stroked his hard cock after tapping the snooze button on the alarm clock at bedside and rolling over. He felt guilty about wasting time but he didn't have enough discipline to get up and leave the comfort of his bed. He loved to lie in his warm cocoon in the morning fantasizing various sadomasochistic erotic adventures mostly about himself and his wife, Melinda.
Sometimes Melinda headed for the office of the business that she owns early leaving Robbie alone to sleep in a little later especially when Robbie was up late doing paperwork. He realized that this particular morning was not the case and he could hear her moving around downstairs.
Unless Melinda goes to the office extra early, Robbie is expected to get up early and make her breakfast.
Robbie pushed his luck by not getting up and hoped that he would soon hear the garage door open, which would indicate that Melinda left for the office, and he would free to complete his little masturbation ritual. He wanted to cum badly but he was not quite at the climax point as he fantasized about being on his stomach, naked, tied spread-eagle to bedposts, as Melinda cruelly punished his backside with a rattan cane.
He suddenly sensed the door to his bedroom open and he pan iced, quickly released his swollen organ, discretely pulled his underwear back up and pretended to be asleep.
In walked, Melinda. "Hey, get up. You didn't work last night and we have a lot of work to do today to prepare for the weekend."
He complacently agreed, "Umm, OK."
But he made no move hoping she'll go away and he could relax for a few more minutes and return to his fantasy. She didn't.
"You need to make some sales calls. I'll bet you haven't made any yet this week."
"Yes I did. I made a few." Robbie lied.
"Who did you call?" He had no straight answer.
"Well, get up now!"
"Yes OK."
Robbie still didn't move hoping that she'll give up and announce that she was leaving for the office. He was wrong. Melinda pulled down his covers. He immediately felt the chilly air of the room and his erection was pretty obvious. She grabbed the wooden paddle located on the table at the foot of his bed.
"Turn over man-slut! You are totally disgusting with that boner sticking up like that. What have you been doing up here?"
Robbie reluctantly flipped over on his stomach and Melinda began to smack his ass. Hard! He tried to roll away to protest the assault to his bottom but she grabbed him and rolled him back into position holding a firm hand on the small of his back. The blows continued for fall in rapid succession on his backside. She paddled him progressively harder and harder.
"Don't you dare try to move away from me when I'm disciplining you," she reprimanded while raising the paddle into to position in preparation to launch another blow.
He tried to hold out for those last few precious moments of reclined pleasure but the pain became too intense. Robbie started to moan.
"OK. OK. Stop. I'll get up."
Melinda discontinued the beating and Robbie quickly pulled up to a sitting position at bedside and planted his feet on the floor. He stood.
"Now I want you to get down on the floor and assume your standard punishment position."
Without question Robbie dropped to his knees and placed his forearms on the floor next to his bed. He rested his head on his forearms and raised his ass up and into position. Melinda lowered the lacey white panties, which she required Robbie to wear to bed every night, exposing, his tight little ass already severely red and swollen by the discipline that she just inflected upon him.
Robbie soon felt a really a hard smack on his already burning ass, then another and another. Robbie began to whimper. The whimpers soon transformed into agonizing cries of desperation as the paddling continued without pause.
"Please stop Mistress. I can't stand any more. You're hitting me too hard. Please slow down". The tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.
"How dare you beg me for mercy slut? You left my dog out last night in the freezing cold."
She hit him six more times as hard as her could and Robbie doubled over in agony while crying uncontrollably.
"Don't let that happen again or you'll be spending the night outside in chains and naked while the dog sleeps here in your bed. Do you understand?"
Melinda kicked her doubled-over husband on the back of his left thigh with her bare foot.
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry," he sobbed.
"Your sorry alright – a sorry worthless piece of shit." She kicked him again. "I want you to log ten sales appointments when you get in the office and give me your list at the end of the day. You will spend one hour standing naked in the corner of your room this evening for every entry short of ten on your list. I promise to close the heating vents and open up the windows so you can experience what my dog felt last night. I think I will even chain your wrists and ankles and do something really nasty to your balls. You OK with that slut?"
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry".
Without another word, she left his room leaving him there on the floor absorbed with his pain. He was now fully awake and his mind was racing. He thought about everything he needed to get done that day. It seemed overwhelming. Without wasting another second, he lifted himself up and staggered painfully to the bathroom.
Robbie turned on the hot water tap on the sink to get the cold water flowing out of the hot water pipe while he took a piss. He returned to the vanity and filled the basin with hot water for the morning shave. After shaving his face, he hit the shower, bringing his razor along to shave his legs, genitals, stomach, and chest, under-arms, and head.
Melinda required him completely hairless except for his eyebrows.
He took his time enjoying the hot water comfort as the pain emanating from his heavily punished ass cheeks began to diminish. He rubbed his bottom, which was sore and swollen from the recent attack by Melinda's paddle. The hot water really felt soothing on his punished backside. He gently guided the razor into his ass-crack as well.
When Melinda first insisted that he shave his body he was revolted by the idea. He felt completely humiliated by just mental image of his body without hair in places where men typically had hair. He begged and pleaded with her to no avail to change her mind on that issue.
"She must be trying to emasculate me. Reduce my manliness. - Symbolic castration", he thought.
However, he warmed up to the body shaving activity over the past year and has actually grown accustom to it. As part of his training he came to appreciate pampering himself, indulging his body and making himself beautiful for Melinda in a ritual that is usually reserved only for females. He suddenly had a mental flash. "If I linger in here too long, I'll be in trouble with my Mistress again this morning. I must end this now!"
He quickly twisted the shower faucets closed and drew open the shower curtain to find Melinda standing there all dressed in a conservative white blouse and black wool skirt breaking just below her knees. She looked very professional except for being barefoot and her beautiful long, shapely, athletic legs had not yet been adorned with stockings. She stood with hands on hips, and she looked to him as beautiful as the day he met her so long ago. He thought about how gorgeous she still looked and how shapely her body still was. He reflected that all and time she spent at the health club really paid off.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Where the hell is my breakfast?"
He just stood there startled.
"How long do I have to wait to eat? I got to get to the office. Someone's got to run our business and it sure isn't going to be you! Do you know what happens to bad little boys that dawdle in the shower?"
Robbie lowered his head and uttered a quiet and frightened little "No."
"I can only assume that you were playing with yourself again. God, I catch you all the time. I already caught you two times today and it's only 8:00. I swear that I'm going to definitely order that device to cage up that disgusting little wiener of yours so you won't be distracted and you can focus on my needs once in a while. Now do me a favor so that I can show you what will happen every time I catch you fooling around in here."
"But Mistress, I wasn't playing with myself. I was just shaving all over as you require me to do," Robbie whined.
"Oh I see. Actually, you missed a spot."
Melinda slowly waved the palm of her hand in close proximity to his face in an apparent gesture of indicating where the razor missed and quite suddenly slapped his face as hard as she could. The blow sent Robbie recoiling backwards and almost caused him to slip and loose his balance on the wet and slippery bathtub surface.
"Fuck your damm excuses. You took too long and you wasted my time. Don't you think my time is valuable? I want you to lie face down in the tub with your knees toward the drain. Do it now quickly before I really loose my temper!"
Robbie, feeling that further protest would only earn him additional punishment, slowly lowered himself to his knees and contorted his body into the requested position.
"Reach behind your back and grab onto your ankles. I'm going to give you an extra two minutes in the shower. See how forgiving I am? Your task is simply to enjoy my little morning gift and not move for two minutes. I'll be timing this with my watch. If you move, I'll tack on another two minutes and so on. Understand?"
Robbie feared what was coming. "Yes Mistress. I promise I won't move."
Melinda then fully opened up the cold water tap and a freezing burst cold rain descended on Robbie. He screamed from the initial shock and then shivered and howled in frigid discomfort fighting desperately to hold his position and not move.
"Please Mistress, turn it off. It's so cold can't stand it," he cried.
Melinda vocalized a sadistic little laugh and kept that cold water running at full blast.
Two minute seemed like an eternity under those conditions and Robbie summoned up all his willpower to avoid the natural reflex response of moving away from the cold. After three minutes, Melinda turned off the water as Robbie continued to moan, cry and shiver.
"I hope that you enjoyed your cool invigorating little extra shower time. Now get your ass down to the kitchen."
"Yes, Mistress, I'll dress fast and be right down."
"Forget about drying off or dressing. I've waited long enough. Just get your worthless little ass down there right now if you know what's good for you."
She turned and stomped off without another word.
Realizing that he started the day off badly and that he was already in trouble, he felt he was in no position to beg for mercy and be granted the privilege of toweling-off and dressing. He followed his mistress to the kitchen, naked, soak and wet, and trembling.
Robbie got to the kitchen shaking like a leaf and started the coffee and then got the oatmeal cooking.
Melinda took hot oat meal most mornings because of the benefit of its high-fiber content.
She sat impatiently at the table in the eating area of the kitchen casually paging through the morning paper. She was further annoyed because she had to retrieve her own paper from the front steps and was contemplating a list of possible punishments for her shiftless and lazy-assed husband who was so self-indulgent that he could not rise sufficiently early to either fetch her morning paper or have breakfast ready in a timely manor.
She impatiently rubbed her bare feet against each other while yelling over to Robbie, "What the fuck is happening with my food?"
"Coming right up Mistress," Robbie nervously replied without hesitation as he blended some cream into the cup of coffee he was about to serve.
The oatmeal was meanwhile boiling away in the microwave and was almost ready to be served as well. Robbie was cold and still slightly wet when he shuffled over to the table with the coffee mug in one hand and the oatmeal bowl resting on a saucer in the other. Robbie served Melinda and continued in accordance with the standard meal-time protocol for their household which was to stand at attention at Melinda side while she dined unless otherwise instructed.
The household dining rules further dictated that Robbie was only allowed to dine off of whatever scraps were left over from Melinda's plate after she has finished. He was not allowed to have any other food without her permission at any time. Sometimes Melinda would divide up the leftovers between Robbie and her Golden Retriever to further reduce Robbie's food intake.
By controlling his diet she could guarantee that he always looked slim and maintained a feminine waistline. Her philosophy was to permit him to eat only enough food to satisfy his minimum nutritional needs and nothing more.
She began to settle into eating her breakfast and paid no attention the naked slave husband shivering while standing at attention next to her. However, after a few bites and a gulp of hot coffee she did have an idea.
"Get down under the table and position yourself on your stomach so that you will be able to clean my feet with you tongue while I finish eating."
Robbie felt sickened but complied knowing that any word or action on his part that could be interpreted as reluctance to obey his mistress would be grounds for severe punishment. He crawled under the table and positioned himself on his belly so that his mouth was in close approximation to her feet.
He noticed that her feet were particularly dirty having been walking around the house barefoot all morning and even walking outside to retrieve the paper. The balls of her feet were blackish and her heels were about the same. Since most of the floors in the house were either ceramic title or uncarpeted hardwood, walking barefoot around the house resulted in one's feet getting dirty fairly quickly.
The ceramic tile of the kitchen floor felt cold everywhere that it made contact with Robbie's naked body and he knew that this was not going to be a pleasant task.
"May I begin cleaning Mistress?"
"Permission granted. I want my feet perfectly clean and don't forget to use that tongue between my toes. Also, if I feel any teeth on my toes you will be subjected to further discipline."
Melinda then nudged one of her pretty but dirty little feet into Robbie's waiting mouth while resting her other foot on his back to keep it warm and to keep him in his place by pressing her heel firmly between his shoulder blades.
Robbie licked and sucked using his tongue to mop the sole of her foot. He was well aware of her foot odor and could taste the bitter gritty residue as it entered his mouth. He felt revolted and sickened, while at the same time sexually aroused by the thought of having to perform such a disgusting task at the mere whim of his sadistic wife.
They both knew that there were very little Robbie would not do at Melinda's command. There was no doubt in Robbie's mind that he was totally and forever under her complete control. And in spite on of all the painful torture and discipline that he had to endure and all humiliating acts that he was forced to perform, he felt very secure in his relationship, much in love and very devoted to his wife/mistress. He was her slave. He realized that. But in his mind he was a slave to a goddess. All of the pain, suffering and humiliation were perceived by him to be tests of devotion and nothing more. Melinda once told him that his suffering on her behalf was that cement that blinded their relationship together. And that insightful through came from a women who know nothing about the domestic discipline lifestyle until Robbie introduced her to it several years ago.
Robbie kept working his tongue around Melinda's well-manicured toes and back down her sole until he reached the heel of her foot and clean it as well hoping that his mistress was being pleased by his service. Eventually Melinda removed her unattended foot off his back which was her nonverbal signal that it was time to switch feet.
"Enjoying your breakfast Slave?" she teased.
"Yes Mistress."
"Good! Now finish up quickly. I have to get to the office."
Although his tongue was very dry at this point and coated with dirt, and his mouth tasted bitter and gritty, he stepped up his cleaning effort.
Soon Robbie announced in a very raspy voice at he was finished.
Without reply, Melinda raised each foot to inspect the cleaning job which presented Robbie with a full view of her beautiful smooth white legs up under her skirt and all the way up to her crotch with her magnificent cunt covered by very sexy black laced panties.
Robbie wished that his mistress would command him lick her legs all that way up to her crotch and perhaps even allow him to service her orally. He loved to worship her fine legs and he was beginning to feel erotically intoxicated by a combination of his thoughts and the view.
However, no such invitation was extended and the view was short lived as Melinda, apparently satisfied that her feet were clean, commanded, "Now get out from under there and fetch your plate."
Robbie had a special plate from which he was always served Melinda's leftovers. Robbie got up and retrieved his special plate.
He was not allowed to eat off of any of the household dinnerware – these were reserved for the exclusive use of Melinda and her guests. Robbie's plate, selected by Melinda especially for him, was of the large and heavy white stoneware variety.
He placed the plate on the table next to Melinda's oatmeal bowl and returned to standing at attention next to her. Melinda ate only about half of the oatmeal. Robbie, aware of the household dining arrangements, always tried to serve up potions larger than what he estimated that Melinda would eat.
Of course, by the time she finished eating that morning, the oatmeal was cold and dry.
Robbie stood at attention at the table next to his mistress. He could feel a slight rumble in his stomach and some hunger pangs. As Melinda dumped the cold lump onto Robbie's plate, she commanded, "Handcuffs Please."
Sometimes Melinda required Robbie to be handcuffed behind his back and forced to lick the food off his plate. It looked to Robbie like this was going to be one of those occasions. There were handcuffs all over the house for the purpose of quick retrieval and Robbie was familiar with all the locations. He fetched a pair from a kitchen drawer and placed his hands behind his back and Melinda locked them on his wrists. Melinda got up and commanded Robbie to keel in front of her vacant chair.
"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
Melinda headed for the power room off the main hallway of the house adjacent to the kitchen. A few minutes elapsed and Melinda returned and placed Robbie's plate on her chair in front of him making it practical for him to lick up the contents on his plate while kneeling with hands cuffed behind his back.
"This oatmeal is cold and all stuck together so I'm going to juice it up for you with my special sauce", Melinda teases using her ultra-sexy voice.
She produced a paper cup, which she obviously brought from the powder room filled with a dark yellow warm liquid. Robbie guessed right away that the cup contained Melinda's urine.
"Oh, you're going to enjoy this", she said as she dumped the contents of the paper cup onto the waiting lump of oatmeal.
"Just to show you how much I care about you, I held in my pee all morning so that that it would be especially dark, thick and rich. I'm going to my room now to put on my stockings, shoes and finish putting on my makeup. I expect that plate to be licked squeaky-clean by the time I return or else there will be consequences. Bon Appetite'."
Melinda left the kitchen.
Again Robbie experienced conflicting feelings of discuss and excitement. Both emotions were tugging at him but he realized he had really no choice. Get the contents of the plate inside him or suffer severe discipline at the hand of Melinda.
He knew that he was handcuffed in part to prevent him from being even temped to sneak the vile concoction into the garbage or flush down the toilet. He would never be able to maneuver the plate to either location without spilling some on its contents or dropping the entire plate. Melinda would know and the consequences of that course of action would likely be extremely painful.
She was an expert in giving Robbie the maximum pain that he could handle and then always "raising the bar" a little and pushing him to accept more and more pain. Being masochistic, Robbie was erotically stimulated by mild to moderate pain which Melinda gave him in carefully measure doses when he had been a good husband as well as an obedient slave and they engaged in erotic fantasy play. All of their lovemaking includes some S and M activity as part of the package. However, Melinda also perceived herself to be the trainer of her husband/slave as well as his lover. Her philosophy was that in the context of the domestic-discipline relationship her role was to administer whatever level punishment, torture or humiliation necessary, no matter how cruel, to achieve the desired result. Simply put, to transform a husband into an acceptable domestic slave and keep him under her complete control, he must be broken by whichever means necessary.
Robbie's heart sank as he thought about what he must do. The plate stood before him containing the mass of yellowish oatmeal surrounded by the repulsive golden liquid like an island in a sea of urine. He finished pondering his options aware that Melinda would be returning soon and lowered his face to the plate.
Melinda returned to the kitchen fully dressed and ready for work. Robbie had forced down the last bit of oatmeal and was busy sucking and licking up Melinda's pee. Melinda examined the plate and then looking down at Robbie with his face smeared with oatmeal and urine.
"Enjoy your breakfast, dear?" Melinda inquired.
"Yes mistress," Robbie replies trying to act as positive about his present ordeal as he could.
"Good. Now finish up. There's still a little bit of my precious golden liquid on the plate and you certainly don't want to miss any."
Robbie once again lowered his face to the place and continued the degrading task of mopping up the remaining little puddles of Melinda's urine with his tongue.
Meanwhile, Melinda retrieved handcuff keys from her purse on the kitchen counter. Although handcuffs can be found in various convenient locations around the house, only Melinda had control of the handcuff keys and kept one key in her purse and a second key hidden in a secret location.
Melinda again inspected Robby's plate observing that he had consumed all of the oatmeal and the remaining urine. She released Robbie's wrists and retrieved her black leather coat from the hall closet.
Robbie remained on his knees on the kitchen floor with his arms at his sides, back straight and eyes facing forward. His face was covered with urine and there was urine up his nostrils and he could not escape its acrid smell.
"I'm leaving for the office now. I expect you to clean up the kitchen, get dressed, and have your butt in your chair in the office and making sales calls in half an hour. Remember our agreement. You must make ten sales appointments today or else you know the consequences. Also, when you dress today I want you to put on your black spandex ladies figure-control underpants".
Relieved that his morning ordeal was apparently over, Robbie nodded his acknowledgement.
"Yes, mistress," he replied.
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to wash your face."
Melinda laughed, blew him a kiss, and left for the office.
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