#lol doody

Some girls, like me, aren’t naturally inclined towards domesticity. I would pout, whine, argue, dawdle, and do a bad job with the housework. My husband tried everything he could think of to get me to fulfill this part of my wifely duties. He asked nicely, tried to bribe me, yelled at me, beat me, threatened me, even bought me a cute little outfit. Nothing worked. I just yelled right back at him, suffered through the beatings, and threw the clothes back in his face, wearing my sweats and t-shirts when I made my half-assed attempts to clean.

Finally, he left me in the stocks for two nights. Exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected. I lost count of the number of people who used my cunt and ass. No one listened to my begging or my hollow threats of vengeance. They just laughed and pointed out that I’d been a negligent wife, hadn’t kept the house as my husband wanted, hadn’t been obedient. And now I was getting just what I deserved.

Now I happily clean the house without him even needing to ask. Beyond that, I wear the French maid outfit he so generously bought me and strive to be sexy even while I’m just cleaning. I know that I’m lucky to have him and I want to always be pleasing to the eye. I’ve learned my place and feel so good about serving my purpose as a wife and as a woman. He has a clean house and a much more pleasant wife.

We’re both so much happier now.