I surrender dear

Over the years, I’ve been molded to be the perfect submissive wife. Paradoxically, you become free as you give up many of your liberties; you focus on your purpose in life, as you devote your whole existence to the fulfillment of your partner’s goals and ambitions. Having Sandra in charge of all the finances and important decisions has left me space to discover my real talents, as I abandoned my former career and took up fashion and drawing.

But, on a more mundane level, one doesn’t realize at first the incredible amount of skills one has to master, from walking with high heels to cleaning an oven; the amount of expertise it takes, from dealing with an unpredictable, temperamental artist to handling unwelcome comments in the streets. Believe me, it is a long, uninterrupted learning process. In fact, Sandra feels responsible for my continuous education, and is always signing me up for lessons of all sorts. At the beginning, they were the obvious activities every housewife/maid should master: housekeeping, cooking, etiquette. But also, being a clumsy, not too graceful male, she made me take up ballet and modeling. Then all those occupations which enable me to serve her better: hairstyling, and makeup, massage techniques. That’s how we discovered my real calling: not Law, like I thought before my transformation, but sewing. My knowledge is now reaching a pro level, and it not only has made us save a lot of money in clothing, but it already accounts for an additional income to our home (Guess who manages it!)

But I am being very self-centered here, and that is a real “no-no” for a submissive. Thinking back, I realize that a Dominant has also large amount of proficiencies to learn. From how to spank you or tie you up without killing you, to managing not only his or her assets, but also whatever valuables or belongings the sub might surrender to the Domme, including, of course, his or her body.

As I recall that first time when Sandy imprisoned me in a kitchen cupboard, I can see how much she has improved as a dominant, manipulative, naughty Mistress. Now she knows my limits and how far she can go in her punishments, and how to make them more delightfully painful. Has she also been taking classes all these years? Wait… I cannot tell you everything!

Back to our story:

“But what the hell!” squalled Sandra’s voice as she opened the door of the broom closet in which I had been kept. The light of day hurt my eyes and, as I crawled out of my confinement, I realized I could barely stand. My knees, squeezed against the closet wall for so long; my feet, swollen for having been held standing, my neck, twisted against the cupboard’s ceiling for several hours.

Howcome had I been kept inside a cupboard? This story starts here

“You peed all over the place, this is disgusting!”
“I know, Sandy, I’m sorry… I'll clean everything up”, I replied, lying on the kitchen’s floor.
“Then, what are you waiting for?”
“But I can’t even move”
“I was only kidding… It’s OK, darling, I’m sorry. I realize I took things a bit too far” she said, fondling my hair, “now, get a bath, take some sleep, I’ll get you something to eat… and then, once you’re done with all this mess… maybe…”
“Maybe?:…”
“Maybe… but only maybe… I will possess you” she whispered in my ear
I felt all my pains and my hunger fading away. I was hot again.
As she helped me to the bedroom (her bedroom!), she saw the spots in my uniform…
“But… what’s this?”
I didn’t answer
“Did you cum?”

She showed not anger. On the contrary, I’d say she was rather sad and disappointed. That was even worse. I prefer a million times for her to rage at me than for me to let her down…
“I suppose it’s my fault” she said matter-of-factly as she helped me up the stairs, “next time I’ll have to tie you up”

Nowadays, she always does… just I case.