The Costs of Post-Marital Masturbation - Part 1

My wrists are chained to the showerhead, my body naked and shivering from the cold water pouring down on my body, I await for her to attend to me and turn off the horribly cold water. Water torture is but one of many devices she uses to train and punish this slave male husband.

Freezing and shivering from the cold, I realize my place in this relationship. She is curled up on the couch by the fireplace, reading a very sexy romance novel. She just painted her toenails with a beautiful bright red polish, and she is letting her hair dry and her facial mask cleanse her beautiful skin. The phone rings, and I know that she is about to embark on a marathon phone call with one of her girlfriends. The chilling water's effect on my strung-up body is only exceeded by the cold nipple clips that bring constant pain and a reminder that masturbation is not an acceptable practice that she will not tolerate.

When she is ready, she turns off the cold water, snaps off the nipple clips, and leads me, still shackled, hand and foot, to the great room where I kneel before her, as she curls up on the couch and continues her phone conversation with Emily. In their conversation, Emily suggests that I be locked into a chastity belt to control my bad habit. My wife, Laura, agrees with Emily and decides that a chastity belt would be best for me. Until it arrives, I will have my hands cuffed behind my back during the night, and I will wear a padlocked girdle during the day.

When we married, I brought to the marriage love, affection, wealth, and devotion. She considers masturbation as a breach of love, affection, and devotion. Laura believes that male masturbation is infidelity. Female masturbation is acceptable and an expression of her femininity and her absolute right, much like any other female behavior-none are ever questioned as valid in this society.

The chastity belt finally arrived, and I was tied, spread-eagled, for the installation. Emily was present to assist Laura in the "proper" installation of the belt. How embarrassing. When it was locked in place, Laura and Emily admired their handiwork. Then, Emily and Laura retired to the master suite to have an evening of pleasure with one another. I was tied, spread-eagled, with a chastity device locked in place and nipple clamps causing me immense pain. The dildo-gag kept me quiet, and the blindfold kept me in the dark.

My regime starts with three weeks of chastity, provided that I obey my wife's commands. She has decided to turn over the household chores, e.g., washing clothes, ironing, dusting,, vacuuming, making the beds, washing the dishes, preparing and serving the meals, et al. Laura has decided that there shall no longer be "women's work in our household, except that which is performed by the soon to be feminized husband." Emily has been instrumental in orchestrating this arrangement. She thinks that a husband is to serve, physically, emotionally, and sexually, in a docile and demure manner.

In addition to work, these additional chores consume every waking hour of my day. My housewife, Laura, is no longer a housewife. She is the master or mistress of the house, and I am the new maid that I, for so long, wanted us to hire. My huge income as a lawyer supports our lifestyle in comfort and affluence. We have the financial means to hire a maid, but my wife insists that I be the maid. She wants me to bring much more to the marriage than what I thought would be required. I pictured me coming home and watching television or going out with my friends to drink, play baseball, and pal around. Her views are much different. She has the privilege of shopping, tanning, working out at the health club, going to the movies, going shopping, and having dinners at nice restaurants with her circle of friends.

My job is to provide all of the support services, as the Feminine Maid. She believes that this will keep me with a humble perspective often lost in my profession. Also, since I am to be our maid, I must look the part. Feminine dieting, dress, and mannerisms are now part of my daily routine. These alterations will further humble me. I can't be a powerbroker in pantyhose and heels, with my nails painted, makeup on, wig, short black dress, and pretty bow on my head. This is not what I envisioned marriage as being.

After a year of this stringent behavior at home, my wife expanded her powerbase to my office. She decided to become involved in the day to day operations at the firm. Her first move was to replace my sexy secretary with Emily. While beautiful, Emily has orchestrated this whole lifestyle change, which makes her less than beautiful to me. Or, maybe more attractive than I ever dreamed or could have conceived. My old secretary was promoted to office manager, made possible through blackmail to one of the partners who is into kinky things. My old secretary, Cindy, is now the office manager and privy to my situation as a male slave to my wife, Emily, and now her.

Now, my office life is as my home life: a life under constant female control. At this point, I considered divorce as an option, but after a meeting with my Senior partner, Cindy, Emily, and Laura, and after reviewing the hundreds of compromising photos and countless videos of me while in compromising positions, taken by hidden video cams, I knew that I was in for a life of servitude.

Then, the papers were presented that made me surrender all of my assets, give exclusive power of attorney to Laura, and make false notes of obligation to the firm, Cindy, Emily, and Laura, in amounts exceeding 50 million dollars. Also signed was a waiver of all future salary to pay off these debts, and all monies paid by the firm were to be electronically deposited in my wife's personal, restricted account. These documents were all legally binding instruments-I know, for I am an accomplished lawyer.

What does my wife have in store for me now? What will be the ultimate ramifications of masturbation after marriage?

[ Story continues in part 2 ]
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