Sandra and Stevie Ch. 42

Note: This story is the forty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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Sandra got home about a half an hour after Julie left.

As soon as she walked in the door she glanced around the house and asked, "Is she gone?"

I nodded, "Yes she is."

Sandra walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Do you feel sad baby?"

"Of course I do." I sighed. "I'll miss her, but this is a good thing."

Sandra hugged me tightly. "I feel the same way." She kissed me. "You still have me baby and now I have you all to myself."

I smiled. "I love you Sandra."

She kissed me again. "Baby I love you to. I never believed that I could ever love anyone as much as I love you." She stopped and laughed. "Okay enough sweet stuff, I'm starving. Make me some breakfast and tell me everything. I want to hear all of the details about last night." She giggled, If you tell me about your night I'll tell you about mine."

I fixed Sandra a sausage and mushroom omelet and toasted some English muffins.

While Sandra ate, I told her everything that happened last night.

When I was done telling her about my evening with Julie, Sandra grinned at me. "Well stud lover let me make sure that you understand this fact very clearly. Last night was your only night of stardom. You're now back to being a submissive cuckold sissy."

Sandra walked over to me and rubbed my crotch. "Baby, don't get any ideas about your little clittie ever getting into my pussy. She started laughing. "Speedy, I am pretty sure that Roger gave me a much better fucking last night than Julie got from that pathetic little worm you call a cock."

Sandra kissed me. "Sorry baby, I just can't have my little pussy slave getting the idea that he might be the equal of one of my stud lovers." She laughed. "It just wouldn't be right."

Sandra walked into the bedroom. As she disappeared she said, "Speedy, clean up the kitchen. When you're done, come into the bathroom. You can give me a bath. Roger was a total animal last night. I am absolutely covered with his dried semen."

While I was cleaning the kitchen, I thought about the way Sandra just reacted when she heard about my night with Julie. I thought she would be happy for us, instead she became as dominant and demeaning as I'd ever seen her. I suspected that Sandra was feeling a little jealous of Julie and didn't know how to cope with her feelings.

We were trying to maintain a difficult relationship. We loved each other very much; but the most significant and most intimate expression of love between two people, intercourse, was something I was deliberately denied. Of course by denying me this expression of love, Sandra was also denying it for herself.

Now Julie had been allowed this expression of love, but it was still denied for Sandra.

Sandra was a very bright woman. She would eventually figure this out, and we would talk about it. Until that happened I had a strong suspicion that she was going to give her sadistic side free rein.

I quickly finished up in the kitchen and joined Sandra in the bedroom. When I walked in she was lying on the bed naked. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor.

"Draw me a bath and hang up my clothes."

I did as I was told. When the tub was full I went into the bedroom.

"Ms. Monroe your bath is ready."

She looked at me and smiled, "Very good Sissyboy."

I shuddered. Sissyboy was the name Sandra used for me when she was feeling particularly vicious.

Sandra got into the tub. She closed her eyes as I started bathing her. She loved having me wash her body. When I was done, Sandra stood up so I could rinse her off under the shower. As soon as she was rinsed off, she stepped out of the tub and I covered her with a large bath towel.

While I was drying her off she turned to me. "Sissyboy, my lover Roger has to host a dinner party next Monday evening. It is very important to him. The president of the University and several members of the University Board of Trustees will be there with their wives. He needs help. I volunteered your assistance. You are going to prepare and serve this dinner for Roger."

I looked at Sandra. "Baby, I am not sure that I want to do that."

Sandra wrapped the bath towel around her body. "Sissyboy, I don't remember anyone asking if you wanted to do it." She walked into the bedroom and pointed at the bed. "Sissyboy sit down."

I sat down. Sandra sat down next to me and took my hand. "Baby, you are the love of my life. You are my best friend and my soul mate; but you are also my slave and I am your Mistress. These are roles that were mutually agreed upon by both of us. You once swore an oath to submit to me. This doesn't mean you submit to me when you feel like it, it means that you submit to me at all times and at my pleasure."

Sandra sighed. "I know that at times this is difficult for both of us." She squeezed my hand. "Baby part of being a slave is that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. Part of the power that you have surrendered to me as your Mistress is that you will allow me to make you do things that you might otherwise choose not to do."

"Stevie, next Monday afternoon you are going to accompany me to Roger Franklin's apartment. You will act as a servant for both me and my lover. You will follow our instructions to the letter. If you fail to do that, Roger and I will take you into his bedroom, close the door and I will severely punish you while Roger watches." Sandra looked directly into my eyes. "Stevie if I have to punish you, I promise you that I will make you cry."

"During the dinner you will treat me as though I am Roger's ladylove." She paused. "Understand this very clearly, on Monday evening I will be Roger's ladylove. I will belong to him. I will fawn over him, hug him, caress him and laugh at all of his jokes. You will have to watch helplessly as I brazenly adore this other man. Everyone at the dinner is going to assume that I am deeply in love with Roger."

Sandra grabbed my knee. "After the party is over, you will clean Roger's apartment while I make love to him on his living room couch. I intend to suck his cock and let him fuck me in front of you. While Roger is taking his pleasure with me, you will be doing menial chores for him. You will be serving as my lover's house slave."

When we are bored with our little game of humiliating you, I intend to rudely dismiss you and send you home. I will stay with my lover and spend the rest of the night fulfilling his sexual desires. On Tuesday morning I will return to you." She smiled at me. "I will always return to you in the morning. When I get home, you will make me breakfast and I will love you and I will adore you."

Sandra kissed me. "I know that the afternoon with Bob was very difficult for you." She looked at me. "I also am reasonably sure that you frequently fantasize about that afternoon. You do don't you Stevie?"

I nodded at Sandra and smiled. "Yes I do." I shook my head. "The parts that were the hardest for me when they were occurring are the most erotic for me now. I get excited every time I think about the spanking you gave me."

Sandra kissed me. "So do I." She took a deep breath. "I would love to give you another spanking."

Sandra stared at me. She was smiling. After a moment she started to rub my crotch. "Think how erotic it will be to spend a night as a slave to Roger and me." She whispered into my ear. "You will be doing it in front of some very important people. Baby I am getting wet just thinking about it."

Sandra pushed me off of the bed. "Get on your knees Sissyboy. You're going to lick my asshole. I want you to show me that you love the idea of being a slave for my lover and me."

We were both incredibly aroused. Sandra threw her towel on the floor and rolled onto her stomach. I buried my face between the cheeks of her rear and eagerly kissed and licked her ass.

As I was kissing her, Sandra said. "Stevie I'm feeling very dominant right now. You are going to spend the rest of the day serving me."

She pushed me away and sat up. "I am really hoping that you make a mistake this afternoon. I would enjoy the opportunity to give you a very hard spanking."

Sandra spent the remainder of the afternoon sitting on the patio naked. She kept assigning me little menial chores to do while she read an erotic novel and drank iced tea.

When it suited her, she would call me over and make me massage her feet while she masturbated herself.

Near the end of the afternoon Sandra noticed that I had neglected to put fresh ice cubes in her tea.

"Sissyboy, look at this. You have allowed my iced tea to get warm. This is inexcusable." She took a quick breath. She was already getting excited. "You must be punished."

Sandra was of course just creating an excuse to spank me. If I had diligently placed fresh ice cubes in her drink every fifteen minutes for the past two hours, she would have found another reason to punish me.

Sandra stood, grabbed me by my ear and dragged me into the house. We went into the playpen. It was the scene of my previous punishment. Sandra sat down on the overstuffed arm chair.

"Sissyboy, fetch the hairbrush."

I did as I was told. As I handed Sandra the hairbrush, I started begging. "Please Mistress. I am sorry I neglected your drink. I promise it will never happen again. I beg you to please show me mercy, do not punish me."

Sandra smiled. This was of course our old code. I was asking her to punish me and do it severely.

"I am sorry Sissyboy, but you won't learn from your mistakes if I allow them to go unpunished." Sandra took a deep breath. She was obviously very aroused. "Pull your panties down."

I obediently pulled my panties down to my knees. Sandra smiled when she saw my erect penis.

"Come lie across my lap Sissyboy." Sandra was eagerly tapping the back of the hairbrush in the palm of her hand.

I moved very slowly. Every nerve in my body was tingling with a combination of fear and excitement.

Sandra gasped as I lay across her naked lap.

She raised her arm.

I closed my eyes and flexed every muscle in my body as I waited for the hair brush to strike.

I winced when Sandra started to spank me. She was putting all of her strength behind each stroke of the brush. It was obvious that she was trying to make me cry. I bit my lower lip and held out for as long as I could. It took fourteen very hard blows before the first tears started to run down my cheeks. Sandra gave me four more hard swats. I was whimpering when she finally stopped.

Sandra pushed me off of her lap.

"Kneel at my feet Sissyboy."

I groveled at Sandra's feet like a whimpering puppy.

She spread her legs and fingered her glistening cunt. She was wildly excited. She held up her right foot; "Kiss it."

I took Sandra's foot and submissively kissed and licked her toes.

"Have you learned your lesson Sissyboy?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Would you like to demonstrate that to me?"

"Yes please Mistress."

Sandra stood up and leaned on the arm of her chair. I crawled behind her and reverently spread the cheeks of her ass. Sandra sighed as she felt my tongue penetrate her tiny hole.

Sandra masturbated herself while I licked her asshole. Her first orgasm came almost immediately.

A soon as she'd recovered enough to move. She walked over to the bed and lay on her back. Sandra spread her legs, snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot between her thighs. "Come here Sissyboy, I want more pleasure."

The events of the day had left Sandra with an insatiable appetite for sex.

I knelt between her legs and started licking her cunt. She had two more orgasms before she was finally satisfied.

After her second orgasm Sandra took several minutes to fully enjoy the pleasant afterglow that follows a climax. Usually, this would have been a time when Sandra and I cuddled; but not this afternoon. This afternoon Sandra made me kneel at her feet while she relaxed.

Finally Sandra sat up and patted my head. "Speedy, you were a very good boy this afternoon. It's time for your reward."

I lay back on the bed. I assumed Sandra was about to suck my cock. I was wrong.

Sandra looked at me and smiled. She knew I was expecting a blow job. Instead of going down on me, she pulled me up by my hair and pushed me off the bed. "Speedy, get back on the floor where you belong." She laughed. "Stud lovers like Roger get blow jobs. Sissy cuckold wimps like you are occasionally allowed to masturbate."

Sandra was continuing her crusade to make sure I still remembered my place.

She looked at the clock on her dressing table. "You have exactly one minute to cum. If you fail, I will lock your little dicklet in your chastity cage for the next twenty-four hours. At this time tomorrow, I will give you another opportunity to cum. If you fail, I will lock you up again."

Sandra looked at the clock. "Speedy, your time has started."

I fully understood that Sandra was serious. I immediately started to masturbate. Fortunately I'm a masochist. Sandra's sadistic behavior had me very excited. I came immediately.

Sandra started giggling. "Very good Speedy. If there is one thing you excel at, it's cumming quickly." She snickered. "I'll bet you just drove Julie wild last night."

I looked up at Sandra. She immediately looked away. She couldn't make eye contact with me. This confirmed my earlier suspicions. Sandra was having trouble coping with the fact that Julie got to fuck me and she didn't. As I knelt in front of her I realized that the intense session of domination and punishment that we were just finishing was Sandra's way of expressing the fact that she was hurt by last nights events.

I recognized that this didn't make any sense. Her reaction was actually rather hypocritical. After all she did spend the night fucking Roger. I also did have her expressed prior consent to have intercourse with Julie.

I smiled as I reminded myself that Sandra was a human being. Human behavior is rarely rational. The fact was, Sandra's feelings were hurt and I needed to be understanding.

When I was done ejaculating, Sandra picked up my cummy fingers and held them to my lips. "Lick them clean like a good little slave Sissyboy."

I did as I was told. I licked up all of my cum. This was the first time since we'd met that Sandra did not share my semen with me.

We both got dressed. I prepared a nice dinner of grilled Tuna and rice. We spent the rest of the evening sitting by the pool drinking wine and talking. It was a pleasant time, but we were both guarded with each other. We avoided topics of substance.

That night I lay awake in bed thinking about the events of the day.

I knew that Sandra and I were eventually going to have to address the issue of intercourse, but I could not imagine how we were going to do it.

I sighed. It would be wonderful if we could just fuck and be done with it. That would be a nice simple solution. Unfortunately I understood that this was a complicated problem and a simple solution was not going to be the answer.

Sandra Monroe is a very complex person. You may remember that earlier in this story she mentioned that she was estranged from her parents.

Shortly after she graduated from high school Sandra discovered that she was pregnant. She is a very bright and very independent woman. When she heard this news, she immediately grasped the effect it would have on her life. She understood that she wasn't ready to be a mother. She had an abortion.

The problem was, her parents were devout Catholics. When they learned what she did, her father threw her out of the house.

Sandra is very stubborn. Rather than try to make amends with her father she set out on her own. She already had scholarships for college. She found part time jobs and worked her way through school. She was very successful. She graduated magna cum laude and became a member of Phi Beta Kappa.

After she graduated from college, Sandra not only got accepted to law school, she earned scholarships and grants to help her pay her tuition.

This incredible strength and ability to overcome adversity was of course one of the primary reasons I was so attracted to Sandra.

Unfortunately everything has its price. Sandra coped with the estrangement from her parents by burying the hurt she felt so deeply inside her that it never saw the light of day. This was how my baby dealt with emotional pain. She avoided it, she tried to hide it away in places deep inside her where she hoped it could never touch her.

Sandra was obviously dealing with her jealousy about my night with Julie in the same way. She was burying it deep inside her.

The problem with this solution is that nothing ever stays buried forever. Some things even boil right back to the surface immediately.

My night with Julie was a good example of this. Sandra came right home from Roger's and started making me pay. It was an unconscious response on her part. She rationalized her behavior by calling it part of our sex game, but she was still making me pay.

This afternoon she had been much more sadistic and demeaning to me than she would have been under normal circumstances.

Don't get me wrong. Sandra still loved me. When I had intercourse with Julie I did it with Sandra's full blessing. She knew that. She understood that Julie and I were ending our dominant submissive relationship. She fully grasped why it was now permissible for us to have intercourse.

Sandra also understood that we were not ending our dominant submissive relationship. She was very aware that I'd swore an oath to her. She also knew that it was an oath that she demanded I swear to her. Sandra was much too stubborn to ever admit that she wanted to retract that demand. No matter how much she might want to, Sandra could not ask me to rescind my oath. Never the less, she was still hurt by the simple fact that Julie got to have intercourse with me and she and did not.

Life was so complicated.

As I lay in bed, I started to consider my own role in this situation.

The fact was, altering the status quo terrified me. Living in a serious relationship with a woman who openly sleeps with other men is at best difficult.

Domination, humiliation and erotic pain were the forces that held our dangerously unstable bond together.

The embarrassment, frustration and envy I felt when Sandra so easily shared an intimacy with other men that she steadfastly denied me was the central core of our relationship.

When you are a masochistic, submissive cuckold you either eagerly accept the entire package or you live in a constant state of jealousy and discontent. For a masochistic, submissive cuckold there is no such thing as partial commitment.

As I lay in the dark next to my goddess I realized that I was afraid that if I started to have intercourse with Sandra I might begin to view myself as a sexual equal to her lovers. The danger with this was that when she was with another man I might start to view it as a rejection of me.

In our current situation we both understood that I was different than Sandra's lovers. They were allowed to enjoy a physical act that I was denied, but Sandra's spiritual self; her heart and soul were always reserved for me.

I was worried that if Sandra and I started to have intercourse the line dividing her physical self and her spiritual self might become muddied.

As I started to fall asleep, I thought about Sandra's estrangement from her family. This was a much deeper problem, but I knew that it had to be there festering inside her. I was certain that eventually it would also boil to the surface.