Woman's Work

by Mandy Lisgaurd

  

When I married my wife we had only known each other for four months, it wasn't love at first sight though she is a relatively attractive girl, dark haired, full figure though not fat and 5ft 7 inches with beautiful large breasts. Me I'm fair- haired 5ft 8 inches average build and fair skinned.

It was that the job I was in meant that there were many benefits to be gained by being married and my wife was desperate to get out of her family home as she did not get on with her parents so an early marriage though risky was mutually beneficial.

What at first I thought was one of the benefits of such an early marriage was that we did not really know each other so there was a lot of excitement and fun in getting to discover our mutual compatibility, both on a day to day basis and our sexual preferences.

I've always enjoyed the fantasy of being dominated in a domestic manner, more under the thumb than whips, though outside of this I have a fairly strong character and can come across as quite bullish. One of my outlets in our first few months of marriage was to secretly wear my wives soiled panties and pretend to myself that she was making me wear them.

Four months into our marriage we were on a Sunday stroll walking off our dinner, I had my wife's panties on covered by a pair of black trousers and a t shirt, we were walking hand in hand when my wife Christine put her hand in my trouser pocket and started tickling my willy, obviously I responded by getting hard. She suddenly looked up at me with a smile, " Who's a sexy boy then" she said. I turned red with embarrassment she had obviously felt the lacing of her panties whilst she was playing with my knob. This led to a conversation where she stated "She did not mind me wearing her underwear as long as I laundered it after I had finished with it".

In fact she did seem quite indifferent to my choice of underwear and it was not mentioned again for some months, soon I got bored with hand-washing her underwear so that little kink died off. Our sex life was also becoming stagnant more through laziness on my part. A quick blow job or hand-job would suffice then turn over and go to sleep.

The rest of our marriage was also hitting some difficulties, as a child I was quite spoiled and neither me or my father were expected to do any of the housework' "We put the bread on the table". So while my wife slaved at home I was out with my mates getting drunk and expecting tea on the table when I came home. Things came to a head one Friday. After an early finish from work I went out with the lads and got drunk, I then came home with the idea of eating my tea getting changed then going back out. I came home and sure enough my tea was on the table, though it was quite clear that Christine was gunning for an argument.

"Where have you been you're tea has been ready for hours it's all dried up," she said as I opened the door.

" So what," I said "it will fill a hole".

I then ate my tea which to tell the truth had been spoiled. After I had finished I left the table in a rush to get a shower and get off out again. It was then that my marriage changed forever.

"Before you shower just wash up your plates will you, cos I've already done the washing up for the night" Christine reasonably asked.

"I don't do women's work," I said, and to this day I don't know whether I was joking or not, cos I've had many years regretting that one statement.

I looked at Christine and you could virtually see the fury rising through her body, her eyes glazed over and then she let loose with the hardest slap across the face that I have ever received, I just sank to my knees but she carried on pummelling my body with her fists. She was screaming at me that I was a chauvinist and she was stuffed if she was going to let it carry on. I was scared, really scared because these were not token punches they were really hurting. After what seemed like an eternity she calmed down but the fury was still bubbling. I could virtually see her mind calculating. In those few minutes the power balance in our marriage had changed and we both knew it.

Viciously she spat, " You don't do women's work but you're quite prepared to wear my panties, you little pervert, things are really going to change around here I'm nobodies skivvy".

There was a long silence only broken by my sobs, Christine was looking at me broken on the floor, she lit up a cigarette and stared at me, I again could virtually see her mind forming ideas. She then seemed to have come too some conclusion she put out her cigarette and then said, " Right get your clothes off". My mind was reeling with this I thought, "Jesus she now wants me to shag her, this is my opportunity to restore my manhood". Whilst I was undressing she went into the kitchen I could hear her fumbling in the drawers. By the time she came back I was naked with a raging hard on.

"Turn you on, getting beaten up by your wife does it," she said cruelly. I was about to reply when she said "Shut up and put your hands behind your back" she then tied my hands together with thick black cable ties that I had used to attach my wheel trims to my car.

She then pushed me to the cupboard under the stairs, "Get in" she said I crouched down and got into the cupboard, "You pathetic scum you should have washed you're dishes, you would be out with your mates now if you had followed one simple request. However you are not going to sit there idle there is some washing you can do". Christine then hitched her skirt up and removed her black tights, she then took off her panties which were soaking, I thought from her exertions of pummelling me, but when I look back I now realise that it was an immense turn on for her. She then made me open my mouth and forced the panties in, I could taste her sweat and her love juices. She then produced some duct tape and covered my mouth. "You stopped washing my panties some months ago" she said with a smile on her face " but it's something that you are going to resume. Get them clean. Oh and no wanking whilst I'm out". She said sarcastically. She then shut the door and I heard the lock being clicked into place.

I was left there for what seemed like hours my mind was racing, I was thinking how I could be out with my mates if only I had washed two plates, also what would my mates think if they saw me trussed up and gagged with my wife's foul panties. But more than this I was thinking how was I ever going to restore the power balance. I heard Christine returning she walked past the cupboard and into the kitchen my stomach was turning I was genuinely scared. I heard a chair being moved and then the kettle boiling she was having a coffee. A return to normality I thought she'll let me out and in future I wouldn't be such an arsehole.

Ten minutes later I heard the lock on the door being undone, "Out you come" she helped me up making sure that I wouldn't bang my head. She then guided me into the kitchen. In the middle of the floor was one of the kitchen table chairs she sat me down. I saw a bag on the side from a local chemist.

Christine then sat opposite me and then in her quiet ever so girly put on voice, she said "I've been thinking that I was a bit hard on you, you are right it is a women's job to keep her man happy and obey him in every way, to do all the housework and basically let her life be a drudge. Then on top of that she should keep herself pretty so that her man can show off to all his mates".

This was good to hear the power had been restored with no effort from me just common sense from Christine, a smile would have appeared on my face if it wasn't for the gag, but my eyes were smiling.

A smile then came to Christine's face as she continued in her fake girly voice, " But Steve you see you confuse me, because I don't know what you want. You want to wear my underwear, granted only the panties, but you also want to act like the real man". I thought when she lets me out of this gag I'd be home and free as I could bullshit that I just liked traces of her fanny close to my dick.

Christine continued in that sing- song voice that was beginning to irritate me, "So what am I to do, I'll tell you what" she said "If in the next ten minutes you say loud and clear that you are a man then we can continue on the course that our marriage has been going with me at your beck and call. If however I don't hear that then I'll have to assume that it's Women's work for you Ok". I nodded there was no choice in it, a rush of relief surged through my body, back to normal. Christine then walked towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek but then stood back and used both her hands to make sure that the duct tape was firmly against my mouth. She stood back with a smile and then said "Ten minutes sweety-Pie". Then she walked to the other end of the kitchen looked at her watch picked up a magazine and began to read it.

I was now in panic " mmmmmmmpf, mmmmmmpf mmmmmf" was the only noise I could make. The gag would not budge, "mmmmpf, mmmpf". I was sweating with fear and exertion. Christine looked at me "Trying to say something Steviepoos, only four minutes now". Those four minutes were hell I almost felt sick with frustration.

"Ten minutes up" Christine looked at me with an evil smile, "Well Steviepoos you never do cease to amaze me, I was certain that you would have opted for the easy life, but if its Women's work you want then who am I to question that. But I would be neglecting my duty as a lowly wife if I didn't help you to do it properly. Women's work is for women I say and so did you". Christine then opened one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out a hair brush she then stood behind me pulled out my pony tail and started brushing my shoulder length hair. " No more Mr man pony tails for you" she said. Then she opened the bag from the chemists and tipped the contents onto the kitchen work surface, my heart missed a beat there lying on the top was perming curlers, a home perming kit and an ash blonde hair dye. "I'll start from the top and work down. First a name, Mandy is pretty. Any objection to Mandy".

"Mmmmmmmmpf".

"Mandy it is then, I don't know what your friends are going to say when you see them Mandy, however you are going to be so busy that that will be a long time coming, but you can just tell them how you are now doing Women's work"

 

To Be continued

  

  

  

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