Message-ID: <16521eli$9810150717@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: David Wright Subject: {Bluewords} Clueless Wife (M/F Femdom? D/S?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <19981011161854.3793.rocketmail@send202.yahoomail.com> {Bluewords} Clueless Wife (M/F Femdom? D/S?) I had a hard time classifying this story. Let me know what you think. This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. The following text and characters are fictional and in no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely coincidental. Permission is granted to save this story to a private computer for personal viewing or to be re-posted within this newsgroup so long as both this disclaimer and copyright of the writer and owner-(me)- remain intact. The story may be archived or linked to a web page, as long as there is no charge for access to it, it remains unchanged and I am given credit for the work. However, permission to print in book or magazine, or commercial archive this story, as well as selling this story as your own, is explicitly withheld. Clueless Wife I don't understand how Andrea can so mean to me. I try to show her I love her, adore her, want to serve only her, and yet she treats me cruelly. I just don't know what I can do for her that would prove to her how much I need her, how much I need to be hers. How can she not know how I feel? What can I do? I work all day, thinking of her often. My job is okay, not the greatest, but it pays well, and I bring it all home for her. I don't even think she notices. I'm not expecting thanks, not exactly. But sometimes I feel like I'm being taken for granted. I just want her to want me, to -- to take advantage of my willingness to do anything for her. And then, I think, if I'm really hers, her servant, then maybe I shouldn't have any expectations. But I never see any sign from her that she realizes she can do whatever she wants with me. She never orders me to do anything for her. She always seems to want everything so -- so normal. So I try things, hoping she'll notice how subservient I am. For instance, I generally do most of the cooking, so I've learned all of her favorite dishes. I've read many cookbooks, trying to come up with new meals that she'll enjoy. And if she likes it, she'll compliment it. She'll be very gracious about it. But she always leaves it up to me to decide what to cook. She never orders me to cook her favorite food. I have to try and guess by her mood what she might like. I have even gotten pretty good at it, and occasionally she'll say "This is Just what I wanted." Doesn't she know how much work it is to do that, to guess her moods, to cook the meals'? Just once I'd like her to say, "Make the veal tonight!" Just once. And if I guessed wrong? I did sometimes, at first. Made things she didn't like, or wasn't in the mood for. I got a cold shoulder from her the rest of the evening. And I could forget about sex. Occasionally, she would let me please her, but I would get nothing in return. I kept wishing she would punish me, but she wouldn't. A spanking, a whipping, anything would have been better than her chilly attitude. So I learned, learned to cook the right things, to pick up on her little hints and moods. Andrea is busy during the day, with friends and activities. She's on a few committees for various causes, she likes to keep active in the community. So I don't mind doing the cooking, and cleaning up the house after I get home. It doesn't take that long to do the dusting and vacuuming, and I can do the laundry at the same time. Luckily, we don't have a big yard, so I can handle that on the weekends. And I know she appreciates all I do. It all just sort of became my responsibility. There were never any demands or negotiations. Trying to prove my devotion to her, I just took on more and more responsibility, and she just let me. Making love with her is another example. I've had to become expert at reading her moods for that, too, to figure out what she wants to do tonight. Does she want to play rough with me, or have me tenderly cause her to have orgasm after orgasm? Does she want it quick or slow, fast and hard, or leisurely and gentle? She never demands, never orders me to do anything in particular. I'm the one that has figure out what she wants, and then carry it out. Just once, I'd like to hear her say. "In bed, now, on your back," or "On your knees and eat me," something like that. Sometimes we make love so long that I lose the ability to have an orgasm for a while. We've made love for hours like that, with her writhing below me, having orgasm after orgasm. She knows I can't come, but she does nothing to give me any extra stimulation so I can finally orgasm. I don't even think I'd mind it too much, if I knew she was doing it on purpose, using me that way. I know Andrea likes well-built men. Not necessarily a full-blown muscular he-man, but at least nicely portioned. So I've always tried to keep myself in shape for her. I go to the gym as much as I need to, to keep toned. I think I've done fairly well, but all I get from her is sarcasm. "You look fine," she'll tell me. She says she likes my body the way it is, and if I want to work out more, it’s up to me. I can't explain how she says this, the inflections in her voice, or the way she looks at me when she says it, but I know she's really thinking she wishes I were stronger, better built. I keep worrying that she'll find some better looking guy and leave me for him. She's gone out to those clubs where the men strip down to g-strings and I know she liked it. I worry that some night, she just won't come home. I mean, Andrea is a knockout, svelte and sexy. She's slim, with a little muscle showing. Any man would be crazy for her. I could spend forever, worshipping her breasts, or massaging her back, or kissing her long legs. I have spent hours between her legs, pleasing her with my mouth and tongue. She has an incredible capacity to have multiple orgasms. My tongue and jaw sometimes get sore, but I keep it up until she's satisfied completely. I often imagine her ordering me there between her legs, maybe tying me up and forcing me to service her. What I wouldn't give for that to happen. I've almost had an orgasm thinking about it. I'm beginning to think nothing I do will be good enough for her. Sometimes, I think maybe I should try and make her mad, just to see if she'll punish me. But then I think of the time at a party hosted by a friend of ours, and after a little while, I wanted to leave because I was feeling a little queasy. I can't drink very much, it hurts my stomach, and I had a bit too much that night. We had a small argument about it, and she said I was being a baby and that we were staying. I began to complain again and she slapped my face. My face! Right in front of everyone! I was so humiliated. I would rather have her whip my ass raw than slap my face. And to make matters worse, she decided to stop dancing with me, and instead danced with other men there. I was mortified. I couldn't do anything, just sit in a corner and watch her. I tried to make light of it, but I'm sure everyone knew how awful I felt. Especially since afterwards I realized she was right, I had been behaving foolishly I've been very careful not to argue with her again. Why couldn't she have just ended the discussion and told me she was going to punish me later at home? Anything would have been better than the public humiliation. Another humiliating incident occurred when she invited several of her women friends over for a get together. She asked me if I would stick around and help out, serving them drinks and all. Of course I would, she could have just ordered me to. She's too nice, maybe. Then she said she wanted me to look nice, and asked if I would wear some clothes she had put out for me. I put them on, but I was embarrassed to be in them. They weren't normal casual clothes, or dress clothes, or even. The pants were a pair of tight black leather slacks I'm not even sure why I have, and a tight form-fitting white shirt. The pants showed my every curve and bulge. But I did it for her, slave or not. Then, when I was going to take the drinks out to her friends, she stopped me in the kitchen before I went out and told me how good I looked. And she rubbed her hand over my crotch, causing me to get hard immediately. I had to serve them like that, obvious to everyone that I had a hard-on. One of the women even commented on how cute I was, and how well Andrea had me trained. Didn't I wish! It's what I hoped for, for Andrea to train me like she wants. Instead, I serve drinks to her friends And other things. At one point, one of the women there complained that her feet hurt from walking around all day. Andrea mentioned that I was good at foot massage (just one of the things I learned about trying to please her), and maybe I would be so kind as to give her one. I was still embarrassed. My penis had remained hard the whole time in front of the women. I guess due to the pressure of the tight pants. Still, I thought this might he a way to show Andrea how good I can obey, even though it wasn't really an order. I bent down in front of the woman, removed her shoes and began to rub her feet. She seemed very pleased at this. She spread her legs apart, and I couldn't help noticing that she didn't have any panties on. Not only that, her vaginal lips opened, and I could tell that she was very wet. I could even smell her arousal, being so close. I bent my gaze back down to her feet and kept them there until I decided I was finished. My penis, if anything, was even harder. Back in the kitchen, Andrea began to torment me. She told me that she had noticed me looking up the woman’s skirt, and she used her sexiest voice to ask me if I wanted to screw her friend. That’s what she said! I didn't know what to say, I was so astonished. I thought she was mad at me and tried to placate her. I told her that she knew I loved only her. She asked me again if I’d like to. She was leaning very close to me. She said she thought the woman would like it. I managed to mutter that I only wanted her, Andrea. I couldn't understand what was happening Then Andrea laughed, saying that she might like to watch, or even join in herself! She raked her hand across my hard penis through the pants, and I swear I almost came right then and there. Why was she tormenting me like this? The horrible part of it all was that I had been attracted to her friend. She was very pretty and had a nice figure. But I would never cheat on Andrea. And here she was suggesting I do that very thing. I wanted to tell her that I'd do whatever she wanted, but it sounded to me like I was asking her for permission to come on to this other woman. I just couldn't tell what Andrea wanted. So I didn't say anything. She left me there in the kitchen and went back to her friends. They called me out for some more drinks, but luckily no one else asked for a foot massage. I don't know what to expect any more from Andrea. She does things to tease me, but I can't be sure if she's not kidding. I finally decided to confront her a few days ago, to beg her to let me be her slave. I wasn't sure how to broach the subject, so I just came right out and asked. I told her that she knew I loved her, and that I wanted to serve her, to please her, to do whatever she wanted me to. She looked at me a moment or two, then smiled. She called me a silly man, that she knew I loved her. She said she loved me, too. She said she was happy with things the way they were, and that I pleased her very much. I guess she’s right. What more could I really want? She’s loving, beautiful, and I really believe she loves me. And I love her so. I suppose I just need to try even harder. Maybe by being the perfect servant, I can show her what it would be like to have me as her slave. Maybe then she’ll treat me like I long to be treated. How I long to call her “Mistress." Maybe someday, I will. Copyright (c) 1998 by David Wright. All rights reserved -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----