The Cruel Wife Returns A Female Domination Story

By Wanda Peters

There was no doubt that Ruth had done a number on me. I doubt that any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth. And we had such a wonderful marriage for a great number of years. And then she had started reading dominant female blogs on the Internet. She was particularly fond of those dealing with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving, and the husbands receiving. I, of course, knew nothing about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jul 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005986650

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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The Cruel Wife Returns A Female Domination Story

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2014

Smashwords Edition

Disclaimer: This book is in its entirety a work of fiction. All characters and places are created in my imagination. It is intended for mature audiences and contains depictions of sexual acts and adult language.

The Cruel Wife Returns

A story of female domination

Prologue Some Past History

There was no doubt that Ruth had done a number on me. I doubt that any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth. And we had such a wonderful marriage for a great number of years. And then she had started reading dominant female blogs on the Internet. She was particularly fond of those dealing with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving, and the husbands receiving. I, of course, knew nothing about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.

I asked her what the hell she was going on about and she told me that she had decided to take control of our marriage and that she would be taking corrective measures to make sure that I became a more attentive and obedient husband.

Of course, I looked at her as if she had two heads. In our marriage vows, I believe that it was you that promised to love, honor, and obey, not the other way around.

You don’t have a very good memory, then. Ruth declared. I only promised to love, not the other two words you just inserted after the fact. But unless you decide you want to obey me, we are headed for the nearest divorce court. I am tired of doing all the work in this house, and I am tired of having my needs ignored.

I guess you are going to have to be a little more specific about what you are asking. I thought that I have been doing my fair share of the housework, and I have no idea what needs I have been ignoring.

Let’s take it one thing at a time, then. Ruth started. Who does most of the cooking?

Well, you do, but that is because you are the better cook. I can and do barbeque on the weekends to give you a break, but if I was to take over the regular cooking, we would both die of ptomaine poisoning.

And you never thought to spend some of your Internet time on learning to be a better cook instead of on pornography?

I will have you know that I don’t spend a lot of time searching for pornography, I said with a straight face.

You forget we share a home computer and I am not as stupid as you are. I know how to check the history.

Well, I decided to let that one, drop for a little while. Ok, so please go on with your list of my faults.

Who spends more time cleaning up after meals, you or I?

I think it is about equal. I defended myself.

Really, when was the last time you scoured out a cooking pan or cleaned the stovetop? And I know you have never cleaned out the refrigerator or the oven in your life. And who does all the laundry and cleans the bathrooms and vacuums the carpets?

Ok, so maybe I have not been the perfect maid. But why are you bringing this up now? It didn’t seem to bother you in the past.

I am bringing it up now. Other women have found a way to train their lazy, worthless husbands, and so will I.

What other women are you talking about? Has Lois been filling your head with her feminazi bullshit?

This has nothing to do with Lois, although you could take a lesson from her husband. I have noticed how attentive he is to her needs, unlike someone I could mention.

You keep throwing out this attentive to needs line. What needs do you have that I am ignoring?

When was the last time you brought flowers home for me or when was the last time you bought me some sexy underwear, or when was the last time you washed my back or gave me a foot massage, or a cream rub. And when was the last time you spent more than five minutes trying to get me ready for sex before climbing aboard and sticking little Willy Winkie into me?

Wow, we have gone from housework to small penis humiliation in one easy leap.

Well, you asked me, so I am telling you. Surely you didn’t think that I was really getting off with a two-minute drill with a four-inch cock?

I had taken enough of her abuse for one night, and so I got up and walked towards the door. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I was going away from Ruth.

You walk out that door, and I swear to God, you will regret it. She yelled at my departing back.

And of course, I was not smart enough to listen. So I walked out the door and down the street to a neighborhood pub, where I proceeded to use a few shots of bourbon to numb the humiliation of her words. Well, to be honest, it was more than a few shots, and I stayed until the bar had closed. I have no idea how I got home that night but thank God I wasn’t driving.

I woke up the next morning, with three elephants doing a hat dance inside my head. I quickly realized that I was not in my own bed, or any bed for that matter as my body ached from lying on something much harder than I was used to. I tried to get to my feet, but for some reason, I could not move them, and when I tried to push with my arms, I found they were not working either. Then another realization hit me. I was totally naked and laying on the tile or our entryway.

I told you that you would regret walking out that door. My wife announced as she tapped a booted toe against the tile in front of me.

Now I was becoming more aware of my surroundings. Through the agony of the worst headache, I had ever experienced, I slowly realized that I could not get up because my hands and feet were bound probably with a clothesline.

"I bet you would really like a nice hot shower, some strong hot coffee, and a half a bottle of aspirin. But all of that is going to have to

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