A week of sweet agony

INTRODUCTION

Once, my wife, our child, and I were returning from a walk. Even outside, my wife and I had started an argument. When we entered the apartment, it reached its peak. I lost my temper, raising my voice. My wife looked at me with wide eyes. Then I heard the snap of her fingers. It was like being struck by lightning. I understood what had happened, lowered my eyes, apologized, and fell silent. How could I have forgotten... Everyone undressed, the child went to his room. I still wasn't looking up. Then my wife gave me a ringing slap across the face. It had happened. My stomach sank. I don't know what I felt more: joy or fear.

The thing is, regular sex with

my wife had started to become boring. We had already tried many things. And once we tried the theme of femdom. In a light form. I crawled on my knees, kissed my wife's feet, performed cunnilingus on command, licked her anus, she spanked me a couple of times. We practiced it a couple more times. It wildly turned both of us on. After that, there was crazy sex. Then we read a lot online about these practices and decided to pay more attention to this theme. And in a harsher form. But not just like that, only under certain circumstances. And the circumstance was supposed to be precisely my outburst. I had become very irritable lately.

So we decided to combine business with pleasure. In our opinion, this was supposed to improve and diversify our relationship, correct my bad character, toughen me up, and give my wife more rest. After all, this game wasn't supposed to be only in bed but also extend into everyday life. In short, I was to become my wife's slave in case of my outburst for a period set by the Mistress herself. She could shorten or extend it at any time. This was not up for discussion. Logically, since she is the Mistress. There was one possibility for my early exit from the game. But for each early day of freedom, I had to pay a tribute of five thousand rubles. I doubted whether I could endure everything, whether I could reveal new facets, how far my Mistress would go. On one hand, I craved serving my beloved woman; on the other, for some reason, I was afraid. Probably, I thought that if my wife went too far, I wouldn't be able to refuse her, she would guess that I liked it. In general, I was afraid I'd have to blush for my depravity. I was even afraid of having to admit it to myself. Well, I also felt a slight fear of pain. It's always both tempting and scary to step into the unknown.

After reading a lot online about femdom, we learned many new things, what practices are used, etc. We found rules of slave behavior, principles of the relationship between the top and the bottom. We composed our own CHARTER. We briefly discussed the boundaries. Mainly, it was about taboos. The taboos included a few things: scat, mutilation, soiling the tongue. My wife decided that one who licked shoes or the floor shouldn't be allowed to lick the pussy. Everything else was left to the wife's discretion. Also, I could say the word "red" in case the trial became unbearable. But for each use of this word, I was assigned 10 strokes on the buttocks or back. If I said the word "red" during a spanking, I had to pay a fine of one thousand rubles for every 10 strokes not carried out. Strokes were rounded up to the nearest 10. For example, if I said red during the 32nd stroke, but 50 were assigned, then I pay a fine of two thousand rubles.

CHARTER

So, I had an outburst, the conditional signal in the form of a finger snap sounded. A deal is a deal. Even though it had been long enough to forget about it. Now new rules for our life together came into effect. The CHARTER stated the following:

1. General Provisions.

1.1. Rights and Duties of the Slave.

1.1.1. The slave has no rights, only duties.

1.1.2. The slave is the Mistress's property. If she wishes, he will be her chair, sofa, table, foot rug, and even a shoe rag.

1.1.3. Sex between the slave and the Mistress is excluded.

1.1.4. The slave is obliged to perform all housework.

1.1.5. For any offense, punishment follows. Punishment may also be assigned without an offense.

1.1.6. The slave must thank the Mistress for any attention, even punishment.

1.1.7. The slave must sleep on the floor without a blanket or pillow near the Mistress's feet. Only a thin mat is allowed.

1.1.8. The slave must wake up before the Mistress, prepare breakfast, bring it on a tray, and begin waking the Mistress. Waking should be done with kisses on the feet.

1.1.9. The Mistress's permission = the Mistress's order.

1.1.10. The slave must ask permission in the morning to go to work.

1.1.11. The slave must take care of the Mistress's shoes.

1.1.12. No beer, friends, or cigarettes.

1.1.13. The slave must serve in the bathroom.

1.1.14. The Mistress's order is not up for discussion.

1.1.15. The slave is forbidden to ejaculate without permission.

1.1.16. Serving the Mistress is an honorable duty.

1.1.17. The instrument of punishment must be brought in the slave's teeth.

1.1.18. The slave must put on and take off the Mistress's shoes, bring her slippers in his teeth.

1.2. Rights and Duties of the Mistress.

1.2.1. The Mistress has no duties, only rights.

1.2.2. The Mistress may change any rule at her discretion at any time.

2. Rules of Slave Conduct.

2.1. The slave must remain silent unless the Mistress orders him to speak or asks something. An exception is also gratitude directed at the Mistress.

2.2. Address the Mistress only with "You," calling her "sun-like Mistress" each time.

2.4. In the presence of the Mistress, the slave must move only on his knees or on all fours when transporting the Mistress. Walking on feet is allowed only with the Mistress's permission. Standing is also allowed only on knees. With permission, one may lower the butt onto the heels. Mainly, this is the command "sit."

2.5. Upon the Mistress's appearance, the slave must press his forehead to the floor and stretch his arms forward. If this is the first meeting of the day, the slave must crawl to the Mistress and begin kissing her feet, thanking her for coming.

2.6. Gratitude for punishment should end with a kiss to the instrument of punishment.

2.7. Eyes must be lowered to the floor. Under no circumstances should one look the Mistress in the eyes. An exception is the Mistress's order.

2.8. If the slave needs to use the toilet when the Mistress is nearby, he must ask permission to leave.

2.9. The slave is forbidden to masturbate without permission and generally touch his penis except for emptying.

2.10. The slave must always be naked in the presence of the Mistress. An exception is a collar or clothing that the Mistress orders him to wear.

2.11. The slave is allowed to wash only in the morning while the Mistress sleeps.

2.12. If the slave needs to enter a room not for the purpose of carrying out the Mistress's order, he must ask her permission.

2.13. The slave is forbidden to make sounds during punishment.

2.14. At the end of each week of service, the slave must bring a bouquet of flowers to his Mistress and dedicate a poem consisting of at least 4 quatrains.

3. Rules of Slave Conduct in the Presence of Others:

3.1. The slave should not speak unless asked something. Answer politely and in a soft voice.

3.2. Be courteous and gallant with ladies: let them go first, help them take off outerwear.

3.3. If the Mistress invites girlfriends over, do not enter the room without being called.

3.4. In the presence of relatives, behaving normally is allowed. But the slave must be extremely polite with everyone.

Yes, the rules were harsh. We came up with them, heated by alcohol. At that time, we were in a state of overexcitement. Now I remembered with horror what we had invented. But it was too late to refuse. I was used to keeping my word.

DAY ONE

My wife seemed genuinely angry and couldn't wait to start re-educating me. We had dinner. Everyone was silent except our son. I washed the dishes, wiped the table, then put our son to bed. Then I quickly stripped naked, approached the room where the Mistress was, and knelt.

"Mistress, may I enter?" I asked quietly.

"Crawl here, you scum!" came an enraged voice from the room.

"What are you standing for! Kiss my feet, now!"

I pressed against her divine feet. But I felt a kick to the face. I even flew back a little. The Mistress gave me a hefty slap.

"How did you address me, you freak? I'm not just a Mistress, but a sun-like one! Get out of the room now and ask for permission as you should!"

After this correction, the foot kisses resumed. But again, a kick and slaps followed.

"How dare you raise your voice at me today, scum? Three days of slavery!"

I didn't expect that at all. I assumed a day or two. Moreover, I hadn't fully grasped the rules yet and started to whine:

"But, sun-like Mistress..."

"What? Forgot you can't argue with the Mistress?" – the Mistress slapped my cheek again.

"So, you'll grovel for a week! And for today, 20 lashes with the whip! Understood?"

"Yes, sun-like Mistress."

"Tomorrow your sweet life begins! I'll re-educate you!"

And another blow to the face.

"Where have you been for so long? I need a shower. Although, I should punish you first. Twenty lashes isn't so little, I might sweat..." – the Mistress thought.

"Well, what are you standing for? Beg the Mistress to punish you, now!" – and she slapped me with her foot.

I quickly began begging the Mistress, kissing her feet.

"Alright, bring the whip... Although, no, today it'll be the belt. Bring the thin one here, so it hurts more. And try to make a peep. For every moan, there'll be 5 more lashes."

I brought it in my teeth. The Mistress put me in a bowing position. Then she stood on my hands and began the execution. And I had to count the lashes and thank the Mistress for each one, kissing her feet.

"One, thank you, Sun-like Mistress..." – and so on.

After the 15th lash, the Mistress sharply increased the speed. As a result, I managed to count one lash but received three.

"What, can't you count? Want to count everything over again? Alright, I'll forgive you this time..."

As a result, I received not 20 lashes but probably over 30. I didn't expect it, but I endured, didn't even peep, though my butt was burning. Apparently, the Mistress was really angry. I thanked the Mistress, put away the belt.

"Now bring the collar with the leash and take me to the bathroom!"

I brought it again in my teeth. The Mistress put it on me. Ordered me to get on all fours and sat on me.

"Go!"

She held the leash and kicked my sides, urging me on.

"Now we'll practice the daily procedure," she said at the bathroom. "First, you'll be the rug. Lie on the floor."

I obeyed. The tiles were cold. The Mistress stepped on me and stepped into the bathtub. I was allowed to help her undress. Then I washed her. She was beautiful. How I wanted to cancel everything and take her. My penis was already covered in pre-cum. Finally, she washed, I dried her, helped her put on a robe. Then I was again the rug and her transport. While I was carrying her, I constantly remembered the moments when I was her rug. Lying on cold tiles so the Mistress's feet wouldn't get cold was a new, intoxicating sensation. First, there was a feeling of usefulness for my Goddess. Second, the sensation of her delicate feet on my body. Third, a strange joy from feeling the full weight of the Mistress on my body.

The Mistress sat on the bed. I was at her feet. She suddenly grabbed my chin:

"Look here, animal!" – she spread her legs and pointed at her pussy.

It seemed to me it glistened a little. So, what was happening turned on not only me. At that moment, her womb was the only thing I could think about. The whole world outside her vagina didn't exist.

"Forget about this sanctuary! You can only dream of sex with it! Licking here is a great honor for you. But you still have to earn it! You won't get it today!"

The Mistress lay down in bed, ordering me to turn on the TV. I was allowed to warm her feet with my breath, kiss and lick them.

I thought: "On one hand, it's good that I'm on vacation this week and don't have to ask permission to go to work. On the other hand, I'll be under the Mistress's pressure all day. Although there are pluses to that too." The Mistress fell asleep. I turned off the TV, lay down at her feet. So ended the first day of my slavery. My penis was bursting; I didn't expect such an effect. For a long time, I couldn't sleep. I thought a lot. On one hand, I was in trouble; on the other, I liked it, I just didn't know how far it would go. And I didn't want to incur huge fines. Today I didn't recognize my little wife. Didn't know she could be such a bitch. Honestly, I guessed this was just the beginning, that she was just warming up. And I wanted to go further! In anger, she was beautiful. It was like I fell in love with her a second time. I truly trembled before her.

DAY TWO

In the morning, I woke up the child, fed him, and took him to kindergarten.

I flew into the apartment like an arrow, undressed, put on the collar. Quickly made breakfast for the Mistress, served everything on a tray. I crawled into the room on my knees with the tray in my hands, set it aside. Carefully lifted the blanket near the Mistress's feet. Overnight, they seemed to have sweated a little. For the first time, I smelled the scent of a woman's sweaty feet. This smell made my head spin. I began covering the Goddess's feet with kisses. Then I added my tongue to the kisses. What a taste it was! Salty-s