Sissy Husband’s Discipline
Some marriages persist for no reason other than inertia. A wife loses all passion for a husband. She stays with him from habit.
One day this wife came home to find her husband dressed in stockings and high heels. She thought he must be a transsexual. That he wanted a sex change. He said no, that he just wanted to dress up.
Openly, she accepted this. Secretly, she began to feel her husband’s lack of conventional masculinity explained her increasing marital dissatisfaction. She felt resentful. Had she known she would have never married a sissy. She felt defrauded.
A second surprise was bigger and changed their lives.
He begged her to spank him. He offered her a riding crop. She was disgusted. Her husband was a sissy and a pervert. Flush with anger, she grabbed the crop and began beating him.
He begged her to stop. She ignored his pleas. Hurting him felt so good. He tried to scramble away. She was too fast. Not only his buttocks, but arms legs, chest and belly were covered with red marks.
Finally, she grew tired. Her husband lay on the floor sobbing.
She sat confused, satisfied and exhausted.
A couple of hours later her husband crawled to her on hands and knees. Calling her ‘Mistress’ he thanked her for spanking him. He wanted her to do it every day.
She was disgusted. Tomorrow she would find a lawyer. Getting a divorce would be easy.
She did not call a lawyer. She whipped him.
She despised her husband. Inflicting pain gave her more pleasure than their prior years of married life.
Their home life changed. She spanked or whipped her husband twice a day. He kept his job. When home, he cleaned and cooked. He was more maidservant than husband.
They no longer shared a bed. She started dating men. She did not want anyone to see her pathetic husband.
She kept him in the basement. Once his chores were done, she locked him in.
The basement had always been bare. Now she added a wooden structure. Her husband knelt on it during spankings. Another addition was a bucket that her sissy slave husband used as a toilet.
He slept on the floor. He worked, slaved, was spanked. Otherwise he lived in the empty basement.
As she dated men who were everything her husband was not, she felt like a girl again. Cuckolding him was wonderful. She always told him about the men she slept with.
She read a little about Femdom. Knowledge that led to humiliate her husband just for fun. And to lock him in chastity. She would never remove the device.
She wanted to meet a ‘bull,’ a man who enjoyed degraded and using sissy husbands.
As a sadistic Mistress Wife she found happiness.