Loser’s diary (part 2)
So from then on, my husband and I's life changed, turning into the life of a mistress and a slave who worships the master.
I still do the same work as before, cooking, cleaning the house, washing clothes, massaging my wife's feet, massaging… and my wife still often comes home late, her body smells of alcohol. sometimes even the smell of another man. I am no longer allowed to sleep with my wife. I was allowed to go into my wife's room to clean, but at night I could only sleep on the sofa or sometimes sleep right under the carpet in her bedroom.
I'm also not allowed to eat with my wife anymore. Now she is my master. I can only wait for her to finish eating, then I can eat her leftovers. Sometimes, while eating, my wife gets excited and forces me to kneel on the floor and use my back as a chair so she can sit on it.
One day, my wife brought home a metal cock lock. At first I firmly refused, then I begged her not to do that. My wife just smiled and replied:
Come on, you know that when I'm not home or when you go to sleep, I secretly masturbate. Tell me, have you ever ejaculated in my underwear?
I admitted to her that I masturbated with her panties, but I never dared to do the dirty act of ejaculating into her pants. I said that I worshiped those panties like I worshiped her and only used them to smell or wear. My wife smiled with satisfaction. At that time I was kneeling in front of her, begging. She patted my head like a dog, then said:
But the end result is that I still masturbate many times, and that is not good for my health. Without health, how can I serve you well? I am your master, you are my slave, remember, dear husband? And slaves always obey their master's orders if they don't want to be kicked out into the streets.
I had no other choice but to beg my wife to let me cum once before being locked, but my wife just shook her head gently:
No means no. There will be no concessions. Please be obedient and behave well, when I see your sincerity, I will open the lock and allow you to ejaculate. Now, put your little cock in here.
After putting the lock on for me, my wife said it looked very funny so she wanted me to show it off all day. So from then on, I almost always had to be naked, wearing only a cock lock on my body, except when I had to go to the supermarket to buy food when I was allowed to put on clothes.
My wife threw away most of my clothes or used them as rags. She said that now I was just a slave and only stayed around the house.
So do you think there will ever be a time when you can travel with me, go out to eat or go to the movies? Never again, I will have to settle down in this house all my life doing housework, working to death like a slave without the freedom to serve you, I chose this life myself. I just need a few clothes to wear when I go grocery shopping.
Then my wife threw away all my underwear. Even when I go out, I am only allowed to put on a pair of long pants and not wear underwear. This made me extremely nervous, afraid that maybe someone would discover the cock cage I was wearing.
Being locked up and having to be naked at home had a huge impact on my psychology. The first is arousal. Now that I can no longer masturbate, the urges keep accumulating inside me without being released, making me restless and uncomfortable. But the restlessness of that excitement made me more fascinated with my wife, obediently following every command, trying my best to please her. Sometimes, just looking at my wife watching TV in her home clothes, I already see how charming and beautiful she is. My cock seemed to explode, straining in the iron cage with hunger. For me, being able to fuck my wife and put my penis inside her was too far away, far from reality. I just longed for her to unzip her cock and allow me to rub my humble cock on her gorgeous legs to make me cum, which was already very happy.
My wife knew that, and tried even harder to tease me with her beauty. Why is she always so beautiful and seductive? Every time I come home from work, after taking off my high heels, my wife often lies down on the soft sofa and puts her feet out for me to massage. After carefully massaging her feet, I was allowed to use my mouth to suck on her toes, using my soft, wet tongue to lick along the crevices of her toes, helping her relax.
My wife regularly allows me to worship her perfect ass. Every time she stood up to apply makeup, or before going to bed, if I was obedient, she allowed me to put my face in her butt, sniff it, stick out my tongue and lick deep into her ass crack. While letting me do that, she often said that I looked humiliated and pathetic having to lick her ass, but I was happy about it. The second impact is that being naked in the house makes me feel more exposed and weak in front of my wife. It makes me feel like I'm no longer a human being, no longer have dignity, but more like an animal, my wife's dog no less. I am willing to kneel and crawl at her feet like an animal. Humiliation does not make me uncomfortable, on the contrary, it sometimes even makes me aroused. I feel like this is my true position.
Even when I rarely go out on the street, wear clothes and mingle with people, I no longer have the feeling of freedom and the feeling of being a human being. Partly because I'm afraid someone will find out I'm wearing a cock lock, so I limit contact with anyone as much as possible, but partly because I feel inferior to any other human being. that. Especially for women or young girls. They make me think of my wife and I naturally have an instinct to consider them more noble than me, an instinct that I want to obey them, kneel at their feet.
I confess the above thoughts and the two psychological effects I just mentioned to my wife. After listening, she smiled and said:
That's because you're a weak person. If in an ancient society, he would be a beta male, weak, inferior and resigned to being ruled by others. You will only truly feel safe and comfortable when you are under the rule of a master, subject to the master's orders and live dependent on the master's satisfaction.
The following days, my wife bought me a dog collar with a leash, a water bowl and a dog food bowl. This time, I didn't react as violently as I did when I was first put in a cock cage. I was satisfied with my wife's arrangements and found it nothing unpleasant to be treated like a pet by her. So, in addition to being a slave, a servant in charge of housework, I sometimes play the role of my wife's dog. At times like that, I was not allowed to speak human language, not allowed to walk on two legs but had to crawl. My wife poured my food into two bowls on the floor and I had to eat it with my snout.
Life is full of humiliation, being treated like a dog by my beautiful wife doesn't make me miserable. On the contrary, I feel like I'm starting to enjoy this new life. Until a man appeared in our lives.
I still do the same work as before, cooking, cleaning the house, washing clothes, massaging my wife's feet, massaging… and my wife still often comes home late, her body smells of alcohol. sometimes even the smell of another man. I am no longer allowed to sleep with my wife. I was allowed to go into my wife's room to clean, but at night I could only sleep on the sofa or sometimes sleep right under the carpet in her bedroom.
I'm also not allowed to eat with my wife anymore. Now she is my master. I can only wait for her to finish eating, then I can eat her leftovers. Sometimes, while eating, my wife gets excited and forces me to kneel on the floor and use my back as a chair so she can sit on it.
One day, my wife brought home a metal cock lock. At first I firmly refused, then I begged her not to do that. My wife just smiled and replied:
Come on, you know that when I'm not home or when you go to sleep, I secretly masturbate. Tell me, have you ever ejaculated in my underwear?
I admitted to her that I masturbated with her panties, but I never dared to do the dirty act of ejaculating into her pants. I said that I worshiped those panties like I worshiped her and only used them to smell or wear. My wife smiled with satisfaction. At that time I was kneeling in front of her, begging. She patted my head like a dog, then said:
But the end result is that I still masturbate many times, and that is not good for my health. Without health, how can I serve you well? I am your master, you are my slave, remember, dear husband? And slaves always obey their master's orders if they don't want to be kicked out into the streets.
I had no other choice but to beg my wife to let me cum once before being locked, but my wife just shook her head gently:
No means no. There will be no concessions. Please be obedient and behave well, when I see your sincerity, I will open the lock and allow you to ejaculate. Now, put your little cock in here.
After putting the lock on for me, my wife said it looked very funny so she wanted me to show it off all day. So from then on, I almost always had to be naked, wearing only a cock lock on my body, except when I had to go to the supermarket to buy food when I was allowed to put on clothes.
My wife threw away most of my clothes or used them as rags. She said that now I was just a slave and only stayed around the house.
So do you think there will ever be a time when you can travel with me, go out to eat or go to the movies? Never again, I will have to settle down in this house all my life doing housework, working to death like a slave without the freedom to serve you, I chose this life myself. I just need a few clothes to wear when I go grocery shopping.
Then my wife threw away all my underwear. Even when I go out, I am only allowed to put on a pair of long pants and not wear underwear. This made me extremely nervous, afraid that maybe someone would discover the cock cage I was wearing.
Being locked up and having to be naked at home had a huge impact on my psychology. The first is arousal. Now that I can no longer masturbate, the urges keep accumulating inside me without being released, making me restless and uncomfortable. But the restlessness of that excitement made me more fascinated with my wife, obediently following every command, trying my best to please her. Sometimes, just looking at my wife watching TV in her home clothes, I already see how charming and beautiful she is. My cock seemed to explode, straining in the iron cage with hunger. For me, being able to fuck my wife and put my penis inside her was too far away, far from reality. I just longed for her to unzip her cock and allow me to rub my humble cock on her gorgeous legs to make me cum, which was already very happy.
My wife knew that, and tried even harder to tease me with her beauty. Why is she always so beautiful and seductive? Every time I come home from work, after taking off my high heels, my wife often lies down on the soft sofa and puts her feet out for me to massage. After carefully massaging her feet, I was allowed to use my mouth to suck on her toes, using my soft, wet tongue to lick along the crevices of her toes, helping her relax.
My wife regularly allows me to worship her perfect ass. Every time she stood up to apply makeup, or before going to bed, if I was obedient, she allowed me to put my face in her butt, sniff it, stick out my tongue and lick deep into her ass crack. While letting me do that, she often said that I looked humiliated and pathetic having to lick her ass, but I was happy about it. The second impact is that being naked in the house makes me feel more exposed and weak in front of my wife. It makes me feel like I'm no longer a human being, no longer have dignity, but more like an animal, my wife's dog no less. I am willing to kneel and crawl at her feet like an animal. Humiliation does not make me uncomfortable, on the contrary, it sometimes even makes me aroused. I feel like this is my true position.
Even when I rarely go out on the street, wear clothes and mingle with people, I no longer have the feeling of freedom and the feeling of being a human being. Partly because I'm afraid someone will find out I'm wearing a cock lock, so I limit contact with anyone as much as possible, but partly because I feel inferior to any other human being. that. Especially for women or young girls. They make me think of my wife and I naturally have an instinct to consider them more noble than me, an instinct that I want to obey them, kneel at their feet.
I confess the above thoughts and the two psychological effects I just mentioned to my wife. After listening, she smiled and said:
That's because you're a weak person. If in an ancient society, he would be a beta male, weak, inferior and resigned to being ruled by others. You will only truly feel safe and comfortable when you are under the rule of a master, subject to the master's orders and live dependent on the master's satisfaction.
The following days, my wife bought me a dog collar with a leash, a water bowl and a dog food bowl. This time, I didn't react as violently as I did when I was first put in a cock cage. I was satisfied with my wife's arrangements and found it nothing unpleasant to be treated like a pet by her. So, in addition to being a slave, a servant in charge of housework, I sometimes play the role of my wife's dog. At times like that, I was not allowed to speak human language, not allowed to walk on two legs but had to crawl. My wife poured my food into two bowls on the floor and I had to eat it with my snout.
Life is full of humiliation, being treated like a dog by my beautiful wife doesn't make me miserable. On the contrary, I feel like I'm starting to enjoy this new life. Until a man appeared in our lives.