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| "You never actually finish a room when you clean it! Five demerits."Dare to add some Femdom to your love life! |
"Oh."
I'm more surprised than turned on.
Xena obviously likes the control the demerit system gives her, enjoys dishing out the resulting beating, but still has some difficulty owning her half of the relationship outside specifically kinky time. But here she is promising me five painful strokes with a riding whip.
"I'm sorry," says Xena sounding defensive. "But I really need to come home to a tidy house and this seems the only way."
"No. I've been rubbish. That's what demerits are for." And it's true. I felt guilty, redeemed, and hopelessly turned on.
This is how I like it. Without demerits I'm just a henpecked husband whose wife lets him wear a chastity device as long as he doesn't fuss. More importantly than that, demerits are a way to stop her from being irritated with me. If I get something wrong, she can give me a demerit and the issue is closed as long as I take her seriously, which I do.
So when we started out earlier this year, I got into the habit of coaching her. Whenever she said anything that required an apology from me, I'd say, "I suppose that was another demerit?" It usually was. Sometimes it was more. But that meant she could say that being whipped was my idea, which I also hate.
On Friday, I take a gamble and tell her I'm going to stop suggesting demerits. If she wants the benefits of a slave, then she has to treat me like one.
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| I realize she's crossed a line with those three demerits.Find out how to get to start the journey to this place! |
"Very good," she says and I know she means it. She likes being in charge.
"Was everything else the way you like it?" I ask.
She wrinkles her brow. "Yes."
"So no demerits," I say with a real sense of relief. I'm already at 35 demerits and though the prospect excites me, I know that that's a lot of strokes to take. I'm not going to enjoy that beating.
"Wait," says Xena. "Earlier on you talked over my dialogue--"
It's true. She was watching TV and I interrupted to ask how long the show lasted so I could decide whether to settle to an activity or go to bed with a book. I obviously chose the wrong moment and she growled at me.
"--so give yourself three demerits."
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| Even in vanilla time, I'm now living under the shadow of the whip.Find out how to get some of this in your life! |
She quickly calls me back to give her a foot and leg massage that lasts just under an hour. No conversation, just me mutely serving. Very much the slave.
I lavish attention on her curves. There's nowhere to go with this, no chance of an orgasm, no benefit in yearning to creep further up to her thighs and pussy but that's fine. It's like being a teenager again -- OMG I'm touching a woman's leg! Running my hands over it! I would be a walking--kneeling-- horn, except that the Holy Trainer 2 keeps my cock pointing down.
And as I rub and thumb and stroke, I realize she's crossed a line with those three demerits.
Up until now, demerits outside kinky space have always been about my duties and our shared domestic life. Did I clean up after myself? Did I complete my tasks? Did I break some crockery? Even the time I cost us money by missing a special offer on some jewelry related to something she'd asked me to do.
These new demerits were about a pretty mundane husband-wife interaction. I'd talked over her TV show, she'd got cross with me. It's a subtle thing, but it's definitely a new development. She's started to use demerits as leverage in our day-to-day relationship!
Even in vanilla time, I'm now living under the shadow of the whip.
That thought tips me over the edge and I'm leaking by the time she tells me to come to bed.
"That's a lot of demerits to administer," I say.
"Oh," she says with a smile. "I'll manage."
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