Audrey Escapes The Patriarchy

The butch held up a hand silencing her. "Where's my dinner?"

Taken aback, Audrey responded honestly: "I don't know. Maybe we could order a pizza or something."

Max exploded out of her chair, getting right in Audrey's face. Her expression was intimidating. Audrey had always found her butch lover's physicality and aggression attractive. In bed it was nice to be in the hands of such a confident woman. And on the streets, Max made her feel safe and protected. Now, though, the butch was scaring her. Audrey backed away uncomfortably. Max simply stepped forward, following her, until the redhead fell back against a wall. The muscular woman then gripped Audrey's arms in her strong hands and spoke menacingly.

"I work damn hard to provide this good life for both of us. This house isn't cheap, you know? That little job of yours wouldn't even cover the food you eat or the clothes you wear. How do you return the favor? By being a selfish bitch. If you really loved me, you'd quit that stupid job and focus on my happiness."

Audrey was stung by the words, and Max's hold on her arms had grown painful. Hurt and confused, she stood up for herself. "Enough. You can't treat me this way. I'm a grown woman. If..."

Before she could continue, Max released one of her arms and slapped Audrey in the face, hard. The redhead let out a shocked cry of pain. When Max followed the first slap with another, Audrey saw stars. "Why did you make me do that," the butch demanded. "You know I don't like back talking."

Her cheek stinging, Audrey looked at her girlfriend with a wide-eyed, hurt expression. Although her mind was racing, she only managed to accusingly say: "You hit me."

Max's anger disappeared. Frantically apologizing, she brought Audrey in for a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to do it. You know I'd never hurt you."

Audrey sobbed into the butch's muscular shoulder. She wanted to believe her, but wasn't sure if she could. Max kept consoling her. "I love you so much. I was frustrated but that's no excuse. You're my whole world, and I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you. No one will ever love you like I do. Please forgive me. I swear nothing like this will ever happen again."

Still crying, Audrey felt a surge of gratitude. Looking into Max's eyes, she could tell her girlfriend really meant it. The butch was heartbroken over the idea of hurting her. Audrey realized she couldn't stay angry. Max had made a mistake, but she still loved her.

After a brief kiss to make-up, Max pushed the redhead into their bedroom. Their lovemaking was more gentle than usual. Max barely even slapped her ass as she pistoned the ten-inch strap-on into her girlfriend doggy style. Once the butch decided they were both satisfied, she took off the plastic dick and had Audrey lick it clean before putting it away. Wearing her standard sweats, Max showed her softer side as they spooned. She caressed and squeezed Audrey's naked breasts, occasionally tweaking the nipples. Before they drifted off to sleep, Audrey agreed to quit her job.

Max decided it was better if she didn't bother giving the standard two weeks notice. "After all," she said: "It's not like we need to worry about your reputation or letters of recommendation. You've already got your new dream job as my sexy little housewife."

Dream job or not, Audrey quickly discovered some seriously unsatisfying aspects of her new life. Being cooped up in the house all day, with nothing but shitty day time TV for company got old really fast. The cleaning killed some time, but she missed the intellectual stimulation of writing. Trying to buck herself up, the redhead reasoned that it would probably get better before long. Besides, she knew how happy Max would be at finding the fancy meal Audrey had prepared.

When Max came home that first night, however, rather than complementing the immaculate house or the lamb in the oven, she criticized Audrey's shorts and spaghetti strap. "What's with the outfit?"

"Huh?" The redhead asked, confused. She knew she wasn't covering up too much skin. Max had already thrown any clothes like that out.

"You look so frumpy. I've been at work all day. It would be nice to see you make a little effort."

Audrey just stared at her girlfriend, unsure how to respond.

"Tell you what. From now on, when I come in the door you'll be wearing heels and some lingerie. Then you can greet me with a drink and a massage to help me unwind."

"Oh," Audrey replied sarcastically, "is there a word to describe this little fantasy universe of yours? Because here in the real world..."

Max brought her open palm down with so much force Audrey temporarily stopped breathing. When she could think again, the redhead considered her situation with horror. She'd felt conflicted on Max slapping her around in the bedroom. Especially since no matter how arousing it felt; the butch didn't appear to be considering her pleasure at all. But there was no conflict on this. After the first time, Max had promised never to hit her again. Now just one day later the butch was beating her a second time. Audrey had to get out.

"I'm leaving..." The redhead started to say. She couldn't finish, though, since Max was slapping her again. And then again. Not strong enough to defend herself physically, Audrey fell to the ground in a heap at Max's feet. That stopped the slapping, but now the butch grabbed a fistful of red hair and dragged her whimpering girlfriend to the living room. Audrey half crawled, half walked behind her furious lover trying to avoid having her hair pulled out.

"Get this through your slutty, stupid head. You belong to me." Max said as she sat down on the couch and pulled a squirming Audrey over her knees. She brought her hand down on Audrey's ass repeatedly, stopping only to pull off the redhead's shorts and thong. Max then continued her humiliating and painful assault. While the blows rained down, the butch lectured. "You're going to dress exactly how I tell you. And this spanking will continue until you apologize for being a bad girl and convince me you can do better."

It wasn't an empty threat. Audrey quickly lost count of how many times Max brought her palm down resoundingly on her helpless behind. Audrey didn't want to submit, but she knew it would happen anyway. Her ass was already burning, and Max's strength wasn't flagging. If anything, the smacks were getting harder. All Audrey could think of was making it stop. Moaning, she called out: "I'm sorry. Please, no more."

Max continued the spanking, commenting: "You're a bad girl. Why should I believe you?"

"I'll be good," Audrey blubbered, "I promise. I'll dress how you tell me, just stop."

Smack! Smack! "Lying little slut. You don't think I noticed how fat this ass is getting? I'll bet you can't even feel these." Smack! Smack!

Audrey, who could most definitely feel them, howled: "Please, it hurts so much. Whatever you want. Lingerie and heels every night. You don't have to spank me."

"Not good enough, bitch." Max said cruelly, the intensity of the beating not slowing. "I'm sick of you taking advantage of my good nature. You think just because I'm providing for you, you can spend all day on your ass eating Bon Bons. Chubby, lazy whore." Smack! Smack!

Audrey grunted in surprise. She was a healthy weight, and didn't feel like she'd put on any pounds recently, so she couldn't understand why Max was harping on it. But Audrey's ass was on fire, and she didn't think she could take much more. Telling Max anything she might want to hear, Audrey pled: "No. No. I'll work harder. Anything you say. I'll lose weight."

"How can I be sure?" Max asked, punctuating the question with a slap so sharp Audrey cried out in pain. "I'd have to check all the time. Is that what you want? To be weighed and measured every morning like a cow?"

"Yes, yes," Audrey agreed desperately, her voice taking on a high, whiny pitch as Max's palm connected with her behind. "I just want to make you happy. I'll be good." While the butch kept slapping Audrey's ass, it seemed less hard. Encouraged, Audrey kept begging: "I'm so sorry for being a bad girl. I've been a lazy housewife. You won't have to worry anymore, though. From now on, I'll do whatever you ask. You don't need to keep hitting me, I'll behave." Max finally stopped, resting her hand on Audrey's now hot to the touch ass.

"Jesus, was that so hard? I hate having to discipline you all the time," Max lied, rubbing Audrey's sore bottom to calm her. "You've really internalized a lot of misogyny. But you're my girl, and I'm going to keep on until you overcome it. This crazy world screws with a woman's head. That's why we have to work extra hard to control our own fate. We shouldn't be embarrassed to ask for what we want. It's going to be so great to see you empowered. Trust me, you'll feel amazing once you slip into something flimsy so you can wait on me hand and foot. And I'll be so proud to see you lose some weight to look your best for me. I believe in you, now you just need to believe in yourself. Don't let men control you or force you into some stereotypical lifestyle. With enough effort, you'll reach your full potential as a sexy little piece of housewife fluff."

When Max had been spanking her, Audrey would have agreed to anything to make it stop. But now that she could think more clearly, she knew Max was leading her down a dangerous road. Audrey didn't need her red, bruised ass to tell her that. Max appeared determined to turn her into a complete bimbo. She couldn't protest, though, or Max would start up again. Besides, as the butch continued massaging her ass, Audrey had to confess it felt good. The rubbing combined with the sensation of being naked over her girlfriend's knees, and even for some strange reason the pain in her ass, caused Audrey's sex to react.

Max seemed to sense it also. She dipped a finger in the redhead's rapidly moistening sex, then stuck it in her mouth to have the femme lick her own juices. As she did it, the butch sneered: "That was punishment, not something to get you off. It's time for you to start worrying about my pleasure, not yours. Kneel down and get to work."

As Audrey orally satisfied her lover, she considered the events of the past few days. The butch was certainly proving domineering, but relationships weren't one-way streets. She also had to admit she'd goaded Max into these beatings. The butch had clearly told her multiple times she didn't like smart allecks. I mean, Audrey said to herself, it probably doesn't even count as abuse if you deserve it. She also couldn't deny how much her body seemed to be responding to this treatment. Would she find this so sexually arousing if it was really a bad thing? After all, she thought as Max came for the first time, grabbing Audrey's hair to signal for her to continue licking, she knew how much the butch loved her.

When Audrey woke up in the morning, slipping Max's arm draped possessively over her breasts off so she could start her morning chores, she noticed her ass was barely hurting anymore. Almost like yesterday's spanking and humiliation had been just a bad dream. After making and serving Max breakfast, however, the stark reality became clear. Max marched Audrey into the bathroom to be weighed.

"Get naked. I don't want to hear any excuses."

Sighing, Audrey slipped off what little she was wearing before stepping on the scale. She couldn't help but feel a little humiliated as her fully clothed girlfriend tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the result. When it appeared, Max exploded. "136 pounds. Christ, you're practically obese. How the hell have you let yourself go this much?"

Audrey, hurt and embarrassed, resisted her first impulse to point out that Max was actually much heavier, even accounting for their height difference. Unlike Audrey, Max even had a noticeable gut. Instead, she tried to defend herself: "I'm 5'6", at my last physical my doctor told me I was in great shape. Maybe..."

"Great shape?" Max forcefully interrupted. "Are you fucking kidding me? I had no idea how bad this was. You're disgusting. Jesus."

Trying to explain again, Audrey started: "It's not healthy..."

Max cut her off with: "Enough. It's time for you to start taking some responsibility for yourself. You haven't even apologized yet for looking like a cow. In fact, if this is how you want it, you better start mooing."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. I want to hear you moo like the fat cow you are, or you're getting the belt."

Audrey just stared at her girlfriend, stunned. She knew Max was serious. And considering how much it hurt when the butch slapped her with a bare palm, she certainly didn't want to see what happened when Max used a weapon. Still, she was a grown woman with self-respect. "Ok, Max. You're right. I'm sorry. I guess it would be good to drop a few pounds."

Max moved to unbuckle her belt and Audrey almost had a panic attack on the spot. Still standing naked on the scale, a small, almost involuntary sound escaped her lips. "Moo."

Keeping her hands on the buckle, Max ordered: "Louder."

Tears in her eyes, Audrey obeyed: "Moo!"

"Keep it up until I tell you to stop you stupid cow."

"Moooooo! Moooooo!"

"Better." Max said over her still mooing, sobbing girlfriend. "Now here's what you need. You're going to have to drop twenty pounds. At that point, I'll decide how much more you'll lose. To keep you motivated, and shame you for how fat you are, every morning at your weighing you'll moo just like this. Understand cow?"

"Mooooo!"

"Good girl. Now I'm headed to work. Remember the lingerie and heels when I come home. I know this is hard for you, but together we'll turn you into the strong, independent woman you've always wanted to be. Plus, you'll feel much better once you're down to a nice, tight, 115 pounds. As long as," Max added cruelly before leaving, "most of that weight is tits."

*

Audrey certainly never grew to enjoy being weighed while she degraded herself. But she had to admit, the combination of strict diet, rigorous exercise and Max's unique motivation caused the weight to fly off. That made Max happy, which made for a much more harmonious house. Their sex stayed amazing as well, though, Max started saving the strap on for special occasions. But the butch was still pretty generous about letting Audrey touch herself, sometimes even more than once a week, as the redhead went down on her.

Even so, as the days passed, Audrey began feeling increasingly isolated. There really wasn't anyone else in her life besides her butch girlfriend. She hadn't been to the city in weeks. Max had even sold her car, claiming: "Everyone knows femmes can't drive."

It made it tough to leave the suburban neighborhood, however, without the car service only Max was allowed to authorize. Especially since Audrey never had access to any money. The butch had discussed giving her a small allowance, but only once she showed the responsibility to handle it. In the meantime, Max only gave her enough for specific errands, like grocery shopping, that she approved in advance. Audrey had to present the receipt along with exact change.

The redhead figured Max would understand how much she needed a social life since Max had a huge collection of work friends and poker buddies she saw frequently. She even brought them to the house after work without warning. The first time, Audrey felt embarrassed for strangers to see her in lingerie and heels, holding Max's drink. She squeaked: "Oh, I didn't realize we were having company. Let me get changed."

"Nonsense," Max replied, "We're all friends here. Just go fetch some more drinks. And put some wiggle in that walk while you do it. I promised them a show."

As Audrey minced towards the kitchen to obey, acutely aware of the view her lingerie was giving, she heard Max remark to her buddies: "Great ass, right?" The redhead put a little extra sway in her hips. It was demeaning, but Audrey loved Max and wanted her to be happy.

The time just never seemed right, though, to talk to Max about her own happiness. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if she could have kept some of her old work relationships as friends at least. But Max told her all those men and women were bad influences, so she wasn't to communicate with them anymore. It felt depressing, but Audrey supposed Max knew best. She didn't want to argue about it since they'd already fought over her friendship with Candy. Candace Wellington dated one of Max's bowling league teammates. The butch thought she and Audrey had a lot in common, so suggested they start socializing.

Audrey agreed, but found Candy a tad... off-putting. The busty blonde was certainly nice, but talking to her made the redhead feel like gouging out her own eyes. She felt bad dismissing another woman out of hand, but the girl was brutal. It wasn't clear Candy could hold a conversation about any topic not involving fashion or Us Magazine. After the blonde went home, Audrey went to find Max, working on some sort of project in the garage.

"So that Candy is quite the intellect," the redhead joked, "thanks for setting us up. I think she's really interesting for a girl who just had a total lobotomy. Better not rush the friendship, though, by seeing her again too soon. I'm thinking 2037 sounds right."

Max looked up unhappily. "Don't be a smart ass. There's a hell of a lot you could learn from her if you stopped being such a bitch."

Audrey could only stare; slack jawed, as Max went back to her tools, ignoring her. Audrey hated her girlfriend's seemingly ever increasing name-calling. It had started in the bedroom. Audrey hadn't loved it there, but she really hated it everywhere else. Especially since Max seemingly had no reservations about doing it publicly. Not sure whether to complain further about Candy or the taunting, Audrey decided to keep both issues to herself. The last thing she wanted was to make her angry. The new nightly spankings were bad enough as it was.

So now she saw Candy twice a week, not including their usual Tuesday hair appointment followed by a Mani Pedi. They also frequently talked on the phone, or rather, the blonde talked while Audrey tried to avoid a migraine brought on by Candy's constant high-pitched giggling. At least Max seemed happy about it, and that, Audrey rationalized, was the important thing. Compromise was the key to any serious relationship.

Besides, she and Max had a pretty rich social life together. Like the Saturday Max told her they were going to a party in a nearby town. "It's a pimps and hoes theme. Let's get you set up in something nice and whorish."

Since that seemed to be the dominant theme of Audrey's wardrobe these days, it shouldn't have been too hard. Still, Max put her through a regular fashion show, cycling through booty shorts and crop tops, before settling on an outfit. The tiny pink miniskirt combined with a matching pink bikini top certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Audrey didn't mind combining it with her now standard high heels, but she really wished Max would allow her panties. Once Audrey was dressed, Max told her it was time to go.

The redhead asked: "Wait, don't you need to change too?"

"Nah, I always look like a pimp. Not like anyone could get our roles confused with you looking like that, right?"

Audrey had to admit her girlfriend had a point. As Max drove them to the party, Audrey just hoped no one in another car looked too carefully at her. The skirt didn't cover much when standing, but sitting down it was positively obscene. That also presented another problem. Audrey worried she might stain Max's seat. The idea of being shown off in this skimpy little outfit was getting her juicy. Even hotter, she could imagine the jealous looks at seeing her new, trim, sexy body. When they finally arrived, Audrey let out a moan. She was relieved to see the wet spot on the seat wasn't as noticeable as she'd feared.