Mistress V knows whats best for me, better than I do myself.
This is something that I rarely forget, but I did earlier this week (15 November),
and Mistress wants me to tell all of you how wrong I was, so that you can all
judge for yourselves. So im narrating what happened that day so that I can
reiterate that im a fool, and Mistress V is my goddess, without her id be a
brainless, directionless man.
I had growing bored and frustrated of being a house husband
for the past few weeks, with my routine confining me to stay at home till
mistress came back from office in the evening. And then if she decided to take
me out I’d go out, else serve her till she went to sleep. another thing I wanted
was to have some money of my own, and a day off to go out and bust it up. Ever since
I turned over all my investments and property to her (details in ‘How Our
Marriage Evolved, Stage 3), I didn’t have any money, and Mistress V would
provide me with whatever she thought I needed. But I was frustrated, wanted to
bring up the topic with her but was too nervous about how shed react. About two
days back when Mistress V got back from office, I went through the usual
routine – gave her water, kept away her laptop, got her slippers for her,
massaged her feet (which unfortunately always gives me an erection, and
distracts me). She asked me the usual question, what I did during the day, is
the house clean, and finally said she didn’t want to take me out today. I had
been hoping to have an outing, and was disappointed. When she was sitting on
the sofa reading the papers and I was massaging her feet (with my cock half
erect!) I nervously asked her “Mistress V I wanted to ask you for something,
please don’t get angry”. She looked at me, “what” so I said “I get frustrated
being at home all day, I wanted to ask if I could have some monthly pocket
allowance, and some time out sometimes”. She looked irritated first, then she
smiled sarcastically, “an independent streak in you, A! I never thought you’d
have the balls to ask me something stupid like that!” I felt humiliated but
mumbled “ I just thought…” she laughed and said “since when have I allowed u to
think, my darling husband? You forgetting that I earn the money, I own the
place youre living in, and those clothes ure wearing have been given to u by
me! You have nothing, and if I decide to throw you out of this house naked right
now, you’d be just one of the beggars on the road!”
I was shocked at her reaction, and wished I hadn’t mentioned
it, so I quickly said “s-sorry mistress, I wont mention it again, very sorry!”
but she said “oh no, my big strong husband! I want to discuss this in detail. so
I wonder how much you’d earn if I threw you out right now. Maybe 50, 100 rupees
a day? Hmm?” I squirmed at the thought of me being a beggar and realized I had
made a huge mistake so I rushed to apologise, tried to kiss her feet but she
pulled her feet away. My cock was limp now, and she said “I have an idea. Take your
clothes off right now!” I thought she’d forgive me if I pleased her and quickly
took it all off and stood naked, penis starting to go erect again. She ignored
it, put on the stopwatch on her cellphone and said, “for an hour now, lets see
what kind of beggar you are. U are a beggar, and ill decide if I want ot give
you any money. If u can get even Rs 10 from me, ill think about your allowance”
I was horrified, “no mistress please, im sorry”. She shouted “beg NOW, or ill
really throw you out of the house like this.” So I got onto all fours like a
dog (somehow I didn’t have the courage to stand in front of her) and pleased
for money. She acted as though I was really just another beggar and said “aage
jao, no change”. Saying that she got up and walked off to the bathroom. I was
confused, but quickly crawled after her begging “ please Ms V, give me Rs 10.” She
just ignored me and locked the door, and I waited outside her door on my hands
and knees. Now being made to do this made me horny too, and I had a fully
erect, dripping cock now! She opened the bathroom door, and as I begged again
she said, “ok, here!” and dropped a toilet paper in my hands. She laughed at
that, and I grew excited and then smiled sheepishly, like the fool I am. She then
kept walking around the house, with me crawling behind, “please mistress, give
me just 1 rupee if not 10. Please” so she actually dropped a one rupee coin on
the floor. I crawled quickly and took it, and it really felt like an
achievement. Then she sat on her sofa again and noticed my erection. “come here
she said and I crawled over quickly. She made me kneel up, and my hard cock
jutted out, so she held it, like a stick. “so ure horny again are u?” I didn’t know
what to say, she could see I was, so she continued “ure a sweet, horny husband.
So here, ill give you another 8 rupees. But remember, if u cant get one rupee
more in the next 5 min from me to reach the figure of Rs 10, then no allowance,
and ill punish you for angering me with your stupidity!” I was overjoyed, my horniness
had made me reach Rs 9!
I spent the next 5 minutes desperately trying to beg for
another rupee, ut Mistress V didn’t give it. Finally she said “time up! You failed,
miserable beggar you are, darling husband!” she actually looked satisfied as
she said “now heres your punishment, stand up and come here, with your hands on
your head.” I obeyed, with my cock full erect and in front of her. She took off
both her slippers, and said “stand still now”. She put one slipper behind my
dangling balls and then slapped them hard with the other slipper. I yelped like
a dog and bent over so she said quietly but angrily “stand straight! Worthless man,
you want me to pay you? For what?” I said “very sorry mistress I wont ask
again!” “ill make sure u wont, darling. Now come here” I had no choice, as she
hit my balls with her slippers twice again. I had tears in my eyes, and she
still looked very angry. “now goto the centre of the carpet, and become a murga
till I tell you to get up. Understand?” I nodded, unable to talk for shame and
pain. I spent the next half hour like that, till she told me to goto the
kitchen and get her food.
Ive learnt my lesson. My mistress know best, and im a fool
to question her. I love being Mistress V’s slave husband, and will now onwards
be grateful for what she give me instead of bitching about what I want.
