Message-ID: <11586eli$9805271525@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cwcobblest@aol.com (Cwcobblest) Subject: Hubby Humiliation Bonanza: "Obscure," part 12 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998052416385700.MAA28387@ladder03.news.aol.com> "Obscure," Part 12 by c.w. cobblestone It was a beautiful wedding, I'm told. I never saw it. While Natalie and Luke were at the chapel tying the knot, I was at home, packing everything for their honeymoon. They were going on a two-week cruise to Hawaii, so I made sure to pack lots of swimsuits. Natalie has dozens of them. Bikinis, one-pieces, some with ruffles, one with pictures of peacocks on it - Natalie never does anything half-assed, even when it comes to buying bathing suits. I agonized over which ones to pack. I knew if she didn't like my selections, I'd be hearing about it later! I also made sure to pack two bottles of suntan lotion. Luke, being fair-skinned, always uses the lotion that offers the most protection from the sun; the olive-complexioned Natalie only needs the minimum sunscreen. These are the small details you pick up on after you've been a slave for a few years, like I have. I've had to learn the hard way exactly how Natalie and Luke want things done. A few hard smacks across the face always does wonders for the memory, let me tell you! I absent-mindedly twirled a pair of Natalie's panties between my fingers and wistfully looked out the window at the leaves, gently brushing the pane. A beautiful day for a wedding...all those years, down the drain...the wedding will over soon with a big kiss...then the reception...what did I do wrong? I felt the familiar wash of self-pity start to settle on my shoulders like a pirate's mangy vulture, but I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to shake loose the images playing in my mind. While I certainly had every right to feel sorry for myself, I knew the only way I'd get through this would be to focus on reality and stop wondering what might have been. Natalie is Luke's girl now, I told myself. Get used to it. I continued packing the suitcases. I put the two bottles of suntan lotion into Natalie's blue travel bag after quickly double-checking: light screen for Natalie, heavy for Luke. I thought about my life as a servent to these two high-powered lawyers. It isn't easy, let me tell you. They've both become quite spoiled, and I'm expected to provide perfect service, with no exceptions. As Natalie and Luke's butler, maid, sex-slave and all-around whipping boy, there's a lot of details I have to keep up on. Mostly, it's the little things. For instance, Luke likes real cream in his coffee - none of that powdered shit for the master of the household! Natalie drinks her coffee black, but she often enjoys a cup of tea, with one cream and a half-packet of sugar. Luke can't stand tea. And for some reason, Luke likes me to iron his boxer shorts. I don't know if it's a power thing or what. Maybe it really matters for him to have military creases in his underwear. But, either way, it's a chore I have to do every day. Natalie doesn't require me to iron her panties, but she does make me iron their silk bedsheets. That's a tough job, one of the toughest. I have to keep the iron on a low setting so I don't ruin the delicate material...but, with the iron on "low," the wrinkles are a bitch to get out! It's always so humiliating to see them lounging around on the bedsheets I've worked so hard on, getting them all wrinkled again! But what do they care? If it takes me an hour to iron them again the next day - well, that's my problem. I doubt if they even think about things like that anymore. I'm like a lightswitch. When you flick the switch, you expect the light to go on. You don't even think about it. Well, I'm the lightswitch around here: when Natalie or Luke give me an order, they don't give it a second's thought - it's just expected that I'll hop right to it. With a smile. I was doing a good job of keeping my mind occupied, but when I glanced on the nightstand and saw the bridal magazine sitting there, I hung my head again. Right now Natalie was probably looking deep into Luke's eyes and promising to love him forever, as Luke slipped the ring onto her delicate finger and returned the promise. I closed my eyes again and tried to think soothing thoughts... After everything was packed, I kind of stood there in the bedroom for a few minutes, unsure of what to do with myself. I still had about eight hours until I had to take the suitcases to the hotel where Natalie and Luke were staying. After the reception, they were going to spend the night in the hotel, then catch a plane to California the next day. They'd be on the water by 7 that evening. I was well-acquainted with their itinerary - I set up the whole damn trip. In fact, I set up the entire wedding. I don't know how many buses I took to various floral shops, printers, bakeries...I must've taken three or four different buses back and forth every day for a few months there! Since I still had time on my hands, I decided to put a movie on the VCR. I don't have any movies of my own, so when I'm home alone I have to pick from either Natalie or Luke's collection. Natalie likes those mushy love stories and Luke likes shoot-em-up flicks, so I don't have much to choose from. As I browsed through the movie shelf, my heart caught in my throat as I came across the tape marked, "Brian and Natalie's Wedding 6/7/93." Our wedding tape! What a time to come across that! I held the tape in my hands for several minutes, trying to decide whether or not to pop it in the VCR. I knew it would only bring me heartache...but some deep, masochistic twinge took hold of me, and I found myself excitedly sliding the tape in. The tape wasn't rewound all the way, so the first thing I saw was the scene where we cut the wedding cake. We both looked so young! I was surprised to see myself five years ago; I looked so full of life then! The dark circles weren't yet under my eyes. I looked...happy. On the TV screen, I saw a hopeful young man, dreaming of a good life ahead of him. I was walking on clouds back then. I was so ecstatic to be marrying such a beautiful woman like Natalie! If only I knew... Natalie was in law school then, and she was only just beginning to discover the true depth of her power over me. I've been pretty much pussy-whipped throughout our entire relationship, but at first things weren't so bad. She actually treated me with a measure of respect most of the time. But gradually, things changed. By the time we got married, she knew that she had me totally wrapped around her little finger. And then the demons began to come out... I watched the screen as we cut the cake. As is the usual custom, Natalie picked up a huge piece of cake and smashed it in my face. She laughed as I sputtered and spit and coughed. After I collected myself, I picked up my own piece of cake and raised my arm, ready to return the favor. Natalie sharply held up her finger and flashed me one of her "looks." I sheepishly put the piece of cake down and smiled stupidly at the wedding party gathered around. It was obvious to everyone watching who was going to be the boss in this relationship! I rewound the tape to the beginning, and moved over to the sofa to watch the whole thing. I knew watching this tape was going to break my heart, but as soon as I saw Natalie walking down the aisle in her white dress, I lost it. I started crying as I watched her move slowly toward the alter, looking so exquisitely beautiful in her flowing white gown. I wondered: Did she look as beautiful today, when she walked down the aisle for Luke? It was too much to bear. I got up and ejected the movie from the VCR. I thought about destroying the tape, but I didn't want to get an ass-whipping later from Natalie. Not that she had any reason to ever watch the tape again - unless she wanted to share a good laugh with Luke! I sadly put the tape back in the cabinet and went downstairs to take a nap. NEXT WEEK ON THE JEFFERSONS, LOUISE HAS AN AFFAIR WITH TOM! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----