"Well," I say, "Since I'm being 'compliant husband', I thought I would work through those chores."
"Oh!" She laughs. "I hadn't realized."
I wave my hand at here. I'm wearing a discrete wrist band. "Remember? We talked about this."
"Ah. I was thinking that the wristband was supposed to mean something."
Now it's my turn to laugh. "I've been 'compliant husband' all day yesterday and today! Are you saying you couldn't tell the difference?"
"Well I was feeling well looked after..."
I'm on the beach at home for a couple of weeks and she's working weekdays only and not on call. A while back she agreed I could be her "compliant husband" during this golden window.
Compliant Husband is our low key mode. I'm not much different from a submissive old fashioned housewife except for the chastity device, the demerit counter, and the possibility of darker slave/mistress sessions. I'm myself, but I don't argue with her and I do chores to her satisfaction. Pretty much time-limited FLR.
We also agreed in general I would flag my chaste compliant status with a wristband; this gives her a "take it or leave it" choice without having to actually say "no".
But she's forgotten everything!
"So, what do you want me to do?" I ask - a nice neutral question that could let her terminate the experience if she wants.
"Oh well. Give the bedroom a proper clean - dust and vacuum. And there's a wash that needs to go on..."
She comes back later, tired and full of food; she has work tomorrow and no kind of sex is on the menu tonight. I give her a foot rub which turns me on horribly, but just makes her ready to sleep.
I don't pester. The point of being a compliant husband is that I comply! So soon we're sitting up in bed reading.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" she asks.
"I'm trying to decide..." I say, an open answer to an open question.
"Do the kitchen," she says, "I proper deep clean."
"OK," I say.
"And leave that thing of yours on."
"OK. That way you'll get better service in the morning."
"That's what I was thinking." She gives me a cat like expression. "And in the evening." She kisses me. "Good night."
My penis rears up inside its cage and I'm still hard when I come back from tossing the key in bushes outside our front door. She, however, is asleep.
There may, or may not, be wilder BDSM later this week. If it happens, it'll be all the more intense for several days of chastity on my part.
And the house will be clean and tidy.
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