His Mother's Advice

By Wanda Peters

He knew he was in trouble even before he entered the house. As a result, his blood pressure was elevated, his heart was pounding and sweat ran down from his armpits and his crotch. Standing in his French Maid's uniform he could smell his fear and he knew that she would detect it as well. The second the words had come out of his mouth he regretted them, but once something is spoken you cannot take it back. He had actually expected that Charley would strike him but all he had done was to tell him to get his stuff and go home. And then he had picked up his telephone and Bill knew who he was calling and why.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jul 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005043063

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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His Mother’s Advice

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2015

Smashwords Edition

Disclaimer: This book is in its' entirety a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is a pure coincidence. This is also a work of erotica and does contain scenes of sexual activity including but not limited to forced feminization, bondage and discipline, and cuckolding. If these things are objectionable to you please do not read this book.

His Mother's Advice

Prologue

He knew he was in trouble even before he entered the house. As a result, his blood pressure was elevated, his heart was pounding and sweat ran down from his armpits and his crotch. Standing in his French Maid's uniform he could smell his fear and he knew that she would detect it as well. The second the words had come out of his mouth he regretted them, but once something is spoken you cannot take it back. He had actually expected that Charley would strike him but all he had done was to tell him to get his stuff and go home. And then he had picked up his telephone and Bill knew who he was calling and why.

As he opened the door he was not surprised that she was not waiting for him in the entranceway. She would be in the living room sitting quietly in the big straight-backed chair. He did not expect her to be wearing dominant dress as she used to when they were first married. She saved that look for her lovers. She had made it clear to him that sexy clothes were reserved for those that deserved special treatment and he did not fit into that category.

Realizing that his hesitation was only making his situation direr, he made his way into the living room. There she sat, as he knew she would, wearing jeans, a plain white blouse, and athletic shoes. He thought back to before they were married. She would never have presented herself to him wearing something so casual. But then she was trying to set the hook and the bait was high-heels, short skirts and sexy lingerie. Her voice snapped him out of his reverie.

So you had an argument with Charley? It was said as a question but he knew she already had the answer.

Bill hung his head in shame unable to form the words for a reply.

Well, speak up. I want to hear just how you decided that you were a man that had a choice in what he was told to do. You do realize that when I send you to work at someone's home, I cede your control to him or her? Therefore you are to obey them the same as you would obey me. Now please tell me exactly what happened and what you think should be your punishment. Those words were spoken in a calm and controlled manner, but Bill knew that what was coming his way would be anything but calm or controlled.

Charley had me cleaning his kitchen floor on my hands and knees. That wasn't a big deal. Every time you send me to do housework for one of your friends they always want me to on my hands and knees. I guess it makes them feel more powerful or that it makes me more submissive to them. But this time with Charley was different. He came in completely naked with a huge hardon and walked directly in front of me. Then he called me a faggot and told me that I was to suck his cock until he came in my mouth. He said he had too big a load in his balls and he did not want to prematurely ejaculate when he fucked my whore wife. I bet he did not tell you that he called you a whore did he?

What Charley did or did not tell me is none of your business. Go on tell me what happened then.

It pissed me off when he called you a whore. So I told him that he was the faggot if he wanted another man to suck his cock and that if he did not respect you he could go to hell. I know that I should not have said that but he is a real asshole.

Okay, you still have not told me what you think your punishment should be.

He hated it when she did that to him. He never knew what to say. How could he pick a punishment when he did not think that he had created a transgression? But he knew that she would not be satisfied until he had told her how he wanted her to chastise him. Mistress, I really don't believe that I deserve to be punished for standing up for you. Charley is the one that should be punished for calling you a whore.

So you think that you should be excused for failing to obey someone that I had put in charge of you?

You did not expect me to suck his cock, did you? I have never sucked a cock in my life, and I am not going to start now.

As he looked into his wife's eyes he could see a hint of humor there. But her body language did not show the same mirth. Since you can't even follow my instructions to pick your punishment, I will pick it for you. Go down into the basement, take off your dress and panties but leave the garters, stockings, and heels on. Then I want you to secure yourself to the punishment bench. I will be down to administer your punishment in a while.

Bill did not look forward to what he was going to endure. The bench was constructed in such a way that once he