How Our Marriage Evolved - Stage 3

Stage 3 – Enslavement

While this arrangement went on for a month, Mistress V wasn’t sure if I actually, fully accepted the new role reversal in our marriage. She would test me by calling me while I was at work and telling me to go home (she works too, so I’d go home and wait for her), or order me not to go to office on a particular day because she wanted me to drop and pick her from her office. So one day she told me she was deeply unhappy with how things were – she wanted to separate because she wasn’t sure if I was loyal to her, since she had put so many restrictions on me. I was shocked, because I thought she’d be happy with things.  I pleaded with her, we discussed it over days and she finally came up with a solution – I should quit my job and be at home. She earns well enough for both, and we could save on rent by moving into one of her family’s flats which was vacant. She would give me a monthly allowance for clothes, and she would be at peace.

I was reluctant to stop working, that was my sense of identity. Just sitting at home would be boring, I told her. She said I could keep busy by dropping and picking her to office, buying the household stuff, running the banking errands, basically running the house! Also, she wanted that since I accepted her as my mistress and trusted her to take care of me, I should transfer my flat to her name, and make all my accounts  joint with her. She told me to think about it, and I remember that day we had an awesome session. I was rock hard throughout, but Mistress V didn’t let me cum that day. She had also ordered a male chastity belt which I started wearing that day (the bloody CB3000, I hate it! thank God she rarely takes it out now). I wore it for a few days, it came off only for my bath, which was supervised by her so that I wouldn’t jerk off. By then, I was so deeply into my new system of marriage that I didn’t know if it was right or wrong of Mistress V to watch me, tell me everything – I was her sub husband, so I guessed it was right for her to control me. So, after some thought I agreed that id quit my job and become a house husband. The day I had resigned, we had one of the best sessions ever! Mistress V tied my balls, treated me like a dog on a leash (ball-leash that is), and generally did everything id ever fantasized about. I mustve shot a bucketful of cum that day! That was my reward for taking the right decision

So now its been about two years since we moved into a flat owned by her parents, I stay at home and run the house. We have a part time cook and maids to clean the house, but the bathroom cleaning is done by me weekly under supervision by Mistress V (because its too important a part of our hygiene routine to be left to servants, Mistress V says. And I agree). Mistress V takes me out for movies or to her family farmhouse on the weekends, and give me a monthly allowance that I spend when I go with her to the malls. So this is our regular routine now, and one im more or less satisfied with.

  

We have a session (cant call it sex, that’s when both partners get it I think) around twice or thrice a week. Mostly the in week session is short and only for V, Im not allowed to cum. The weekend session (at our flat or her farmhouse) is longer, sometimes half a day, with her cumming a few times and I get to cum at the end. I look forward to it, although sometimes when shes pissed about something she can be scary. So that’s how we live, now my subsequent blogs will be about special sessions/days that we’ve had.