My wife, Sarah is a CFO in a mid-size company. She often works long hours and I'm left alone in the evenings, and I watch television, work on our old house, and hang out being somewhat lonely.
In November Sarah's dad died after having been a little sick. We
were shocked and her mom decided to move in with us. I began
hanging out with the mom. She was still quite attractive and
more than average sexy. She was not as slim as Sarah, but she
wasn't fat either. I would call her luscious. She has dirty-
blond hair cut shoulder length and I liked the way it moved
around, it attracted attention to her face. She had a very nice
smile but her face changed to look serious by turning her lips
straight or even downward when she asked for something. I know
because I saw that look a lot.
Slowly she began asking me to do things. We both tired of eating
out and it became my job to fix dinner and wash the dishes. I
don't know how that came about but a theory is that it was my
house and I knew where everything was, I was the logical one,
and at first she stayed with me and helped, then less and less.
That led to her claiming the remote. Since I had kitchen duty,
she got into the family room first and picked up the remote.
Then TV watching became 100% less entertaining to me. We watched
lots of shows that are,I guess, made for women. Mostly boring. At
first I was too polite to object.
Then it began when we relaxed "Some coffee would be nice," she
asked after I sat down. Then she would ask: "Bring my slippers
please." Then she would ask: "Please put them on for me." This
was a little erotic but then: "Don't leave my shoes there, put
them away." She also began 'relaxing' beyond what would be
'proper': taking off stockings, adjusting her brassiere cups
even unhooking her bra.
Perhaps I looked, but how could I not. But all the while, I now
realize I was being lured in and she was pulling the line
She asked me to run her a bath. I protested that she could run
her own bath, and immediately regretted my phrasing of it. In
hindsight I now realize how Machiavellian she was. Earlier she
let me watch a rerun of 'Law and Order' instead of another home
remodeling show so I would be interested in the TV and be
reluctant to leave.
Kathleen went immediately to Sarah complaining how 'unpleasant'
and uncooperative I had become. Sarah, nearly in tears asked me
why I couldn't be nice to her mother. Of course I promised I
would be very nice and suddenly out of the blue the words came
from her mouth, "Please try to be obedient".
I nearly exploded "Obedient, what are you talking about, this is
our house and she's a guest!", but I held my tongue.
The evenings were now tense. Who knows what she would ask me to
do, I tried to work later than I normally would. She seemed to
sense that I voluntarily was working overtime because she
questioned me pointedly and I have trouble lying even under
In December, just two weeks from Christmas our company closed
down. I wasn't in financial trouble because my wife earned a
very good salary and we had been saving for years, and invested
our savings. Kathleen was also very wealthy from her late
husband's pension and insurance proceeds and the sale of their
house. But I needed a job fast or I would spend all day with
It was decided, by Kathleen, but she manipulated it so that it
seemed like Sarah and I decided that I would not seriously look
for work until the first of the new year. We would enjoy the
Christmas to New Year vacation. Then the next day, it turned out
my wife's company was getting a new computer system and she
would have to work during the anticipated Christmas break. Sarah
gaily said: "Kathleen and you will get to know each other very
well during the break".
The very next morning Kathleen came into my bedroom and
announced that there would be no sleeping in. "There is much
work to be done," she said.
She had dismissed the cleaning service because she said: "Since
you aren't working it was silly to pay someone to do what you
can easily do."
This was so ridiculous, first I was out of work temporarily,
second I didn't do house cleaning, and third this was my
vacation. But I'm naked under the sheets and she is standing
above me giving orders. If I kept quiet maybe she would leave.
But she didn't.
She pulled off the sheets, grabbed my arm and almost pulled me
out of the bed. I tried to grab for some clothes but she
interfered: "Here, wear these, no point in wearing dress clothes
to do housework", she said handing me blue jeans and a t-shirt
that she must have searched my wardrobe for, because I didn't
I was embarrassed being naked in front of this woman, she was
totally dressed even wearing stockings and high heels. I
couldn't argue while being naked. Then there was this other
weird thing of becoming aroused, I guess by being naked in front
of this woman. I didn't want her to see the evidence of my
She hurried me into the jeans and almost dragged me out of the
bedroom without any underwear, my keys or wallet. "Let's get
going, no time to waste," she went on.
Downstairs she had me get out the vacuum, but I had to go to the
toilet and I said so, she said, "since this is your first day I
will allow it, be quick."
I was so outraged but I really had to go so I said: "Why thank
you, that's very kind," hoping she didn't hear my sarcasm.
I vacuumed for what seemed like hours. I needed a rest. I walked
into the family room and said: "I'm taking a rest."
Kathleen said nothing but got up and went into the hall. A few
minutes later she came back and said: "You did a fair job in
most of the places but we will go over the rest."
I had difficulty keeping quiet. This was my house and she was
inspecting my work.
After resting for only a few minutes, Kathleen said: "Go into my
bedroom, make the bed, clean the counters and vacuum, I will be
in to inspect your work." I start getting up slowly when she
starts yelling, "Come on lets go, I want action now." And she
grabbed my arm and pulled me up as if I were a child.
I was so outraged, I didn't know what to say, so I just went
along. Her room was a mess, clothes were scattered around the
floor, her underwear, her shoes, the dress she wore yesterday. I
started by picking up the dress and folding it over the chair,
then I picked up her panties, and I don't know what caused me to
do it but I picked it up and sniffed it and of course she walked
in at that moment. I froze like a deer in headlights.
"What are you doing you disgusting dog?" she screamed at me. She
took long steps across the space and slapped me. I stumbled. She
pushed me down and took the dropped panties and rubbed it in my
face all the while yelling at me; "You are a complete pervert,
how could my daughter marry such an animal?"
"I'm sure she will divorce you"
"Nobody would want to live with such disgust"
She was breathing hard and kneeling on my chest. On one level I
was getting aroused having her sitting on me. I was getting a
view of her large breasts, at one point I saw up her skirt to
her panties. She was wearing stockings with garters which were
twisting her panties, I had the disturbing thought that the
bitch was attacking me while I'm studying her underwear.
She took a breath and slapped me again screaming: "Pervert."
I said: "Aren't you overreacting?" And this drove her into
another tirade of slaps and name calling. I decided to be quiet.
Hoping she would cool off and we could talk about the situation.
Kathleen got up and blatantly began adjusting herself from the
exercise. She pulled up her skirt and adjusted her stockings.
She wriggled her brassiere from side to side. Then she says:
"Get finished in here, you better do a good job and then we will
"Yeah you'll talk" I thought. I was getting more and more
aroused. What was going on here I wondered.
I worked hard, I picked up all the clothes and hung her dress,
put stuff in the hamper, cleaned the counters, arranged her
shoes in the closet, made her bed and vacuumed.
I went into the family room and collapsed on the sofa.
Kathleen screamed: "Get up! When you come into a room I'm in, you
don't sit or flop down on the sofa!"
I jumped up.
That wasn't good enough for her. She yelled: "Stand straighter,
look straight ahead. There that's better. We'll have to practice
I asked myself, "how did I get into this? What should I do now?"
After what seemed to be a long time she told me I could sit.
She started: "So you like my panties..."
I interrupted: "It was just a moment.."
She yelled: "Don't interrupt me again.."
She said: "So I saw that you liked my panties, and took the
liberty to indulge your disgusting lust when you thought no one
was watching. I have contempt for such people but in your case I
might find a use for such as you."
Kathleen said: "It is no longer a question of your role here as
the husband. You will be a domestic live-in. Like a maid. You
will be very closely supervised."
"Do I have any say in this? What will Sarah say?" I asked.
Kathleen said: "I've talked to Sarah and she was going to
divorce you but I convinced her we could make use of a sex
I was dumbfounded; I thought we had a good marriage. I couldn't
believe Sarah was going to divorce me. "You're lying," I yelled
In an instant she was attacking me, slapping and punching. I
tried to grab her and pin her arms and we fell to the floor. She
ended up on top and started slapping me yelling: "You never talk
to me that way, you scum." The slaps were coming harder then
suddenly she jumped off and ran into the kitchen.
She came and jumped on me still lying on the floor, and started
shoving a cake of soap into my mouth. At first I was caught by
surprise and the soap was between my teeth and I tried to get it
out, I finally succeeded but bits had broken off and were in my
teeth and throat. This tasted terrible and made me feel
nauseous. I got up to get some water.
I had no fight left in me, I just wanted to get the taste out of
my mouth. Kathleen followed me: "Not so fast Jim, I want to know
if you now regret being so rude to me?"
I couldn't say anything because my throat and mouth were burning
and it was all too much, it was making me feel nauseous...
She continued: "This is a punishment for little children, but
maybe it will help you remember who you're talking to. I will
wash your mouth out whenever you speak to me disrespectfully.
Do you understand?"
I didn't answer because my mouth had an awful taste and my
She pushed me into the counter and screamed: "When I ask you a
question you answer me." Then she slapped me twice.
I was feeling sick and I couldn't answer and I didn't even know
what she was asking.
I began crying. Then she grabbed me and half carried and dragged
me into the family room and shoved me onto the floor.
I laid there and sniffled. She sat on the sofa across from me. I
could see her shapely legs and her legs were spread just wide
enough so I was getting aroused again.
She began to talk in a nice conciliatory tone: "I'm sorry that
soap didn't agree with you. But I want you to become a good
servant. My methods are very strict and at times painful. But it
will get the results we need. You life here won't be too bad.
You will have lots of housework to do, Sarah and I will make
personal demands, but you can handle all of that in half your
time. We will travel together, you'll have two women on your
arms, and you'll get good food, not a bad life."
I listened to her amazed at the change in tone. Suddenly I heard
that maybe Sarah wasn't leaving: "You mean Sarah won't divorce
me?" I asked.
In the same pleasant tone she replied: "Sarah could not put up
with your attitude any longer and was or I should say is
planning a divorce. I told her I would change your attitude and
life here would be different. She said she would wait and see.
What I have in mind for you is that you will be totally
dependent on us and in exchange we will be able to use you how
we wish. All you have to do is agree to this arrangement."
I said: "I'll do anything to not lose Sarah."
Kathleen said: "That's very sweet, but let me be clear, you have
already lost her. It may be possible to persuade her to keep
you. Do you understand that you may not possess her or me. But
we may possess you. This is a great privilege for you. I hope
you can live up to it."
I said: "Tell me what I have to do."
Kathleen smiled, "It's very simple, do exactly what Sarah or I
tell you to do. It's a great honor and keep that attitude 24/7.
I will have many tasks and rules for you which you will learn or
suffer as you have this morning. Are you ready to get started?"
"Yes," I said.
"Let's get started with 'Yes madam', and when you address me
it's 'Miss Kathleen', understand?" she asked.
"Yes, madam," I corrected.
"Let's check my room and the vacuuming I asked you to do," she
"Yes madam", I said.
She smiled and helped me up. She walked around her room,
examining the counters and looked in her closet and seemed to be
I was very affected by this ability to please her. "I'm going
crazy," I thought. "I don't want any more soap or slaps," I
further thought. But if avoiding punishment was the goal I could
just leave. But I stayed.
She said: "I'm pleased with what you did here, it shows exactly
the initiative I require. If you do everything with enthusiasm
and creativity, I won't have to be hard on you. But remember I
am very strict and very attentive to detail, and I don't mind
making you suffer to get what I want."
She said: "To get off on the right foot, I'm going to give you
several experiences that will impress upon you the environment
we will have. Pull your pants down."
I hesitated for an instant and when I saw another slap coming I
hastily pulled down my trousers. She then sat down on a chair
and patted her lap. I hesitated and I could see she was getting
impatient and then I crawled over her lap.
She had picked up one of her shoes and started whacking away. I
couldn't help struggling and screaming but she carried on. I
felt I must be bleeding and broken but finally she stopped and
rubbed my butt with her hand. It felt like it was all there.
"That was an introductory lesson, one of the rules is that
whenever you get a spanking, you will then stand in the corner
to think about why you got spanked. I want you to think about
how you talked to me, and what further punishment would be
appropriate. When your corner time is up we will discuss it,"
she conversationally said.
I was completely at a loss for words. I was putty in this
woman's hands. I had become incredibly sexually aroused and felt
such lust for her. "Whatever she wants to do to me is okay," I
thought. I had traveled to another world, lying across her warm
lap begging her to stop spanking me, she totally owned me. "Have
I fallen in love with her?"
"Now get up and stand in that corner there across from my bed.
Don't pull up your pants, it is a humiliation for you and maybe
a titillation for me. Whenever I put you in the corner, there is
no talking and no moving. Resolve yourself that you are there to
think about your behavior which got you there and commit to
Here I was, an executive merely five days ago, and now my mother-
in-law had me standing in the corner in her bedroom with my
pants around my ankles. I could hear her moving around behind
me. I tried not to move, I guess I was going to try to "improve
I couldn't determine how long I stood there, she left the room,
then came back, I thought she would let me out, then she left
again, this happened several times. "What kind of further
punishment should I ask for?" I wondered. These and other
thoughts kept going through my mind. My legs and back were
getting sore but I didn't move. She had said not to!
Kathleen came very close behind me. She placed her hand on my
behind and asked me, "Does it still hurt?"
I said: "Not much, thank you Madam."
She kissed me on the neck and said: "I'm so proud of how you
have changed your attitude. You will make Sarah and me very
happy. Okay no more talking, you have another half hour to go
and remember no moving."
I didn't think I could stand another half hour but to please
this woman I would stand there for the rest of my life. Then I
heard: "You may turn around now."
I saw her sitting in the chair where I got spanked, her skirt
was hiked up and she looked so desirable. I could see her
panties, and her breasts where straight out. She looked so
She said: "Come here and kneel in front of me."
I had the opportunity to look up her skirt but I didn't out of
respect and just looked at her knees.
She grasped my hair and placed my head between her knees and
squeezed. I had never been in such an erotic situation before, I
had trouble breathing. It was somewhat dark but I was caught in
this incredible place, maybe I can even smell her. We stayed in
that position for what seemed like a long time.
"What punishment shall I mete out to someone who behaved as you
did?" she asked me.
I couldn't speak nor think for that matter because I was so
She asked again and her tone was getting harder and impatient.
I tried composing myself, "Madame I will do anything you ask,
I'll stand in the corner all night, you can beat me until I
bleed, I'll do chores from morning to night. Anything you wish."
"I am very pleased with your new attitude," she said, while she
stroked my cheek, where earlier she had slapped me.
"Are you good with tools?" she asked me.
I said "yes ma'am, I can fix cars and bikes, do electrical
wiring and carpentry."
"I don't have anything so complicated in mind," she said.
She opened a drawer and took out a ring bolt with a long screw
"I want you to attach it to the wall so it won't pull out," she
"Where would you like it Miss Kathleen?" I asked.
"Can you tell where there is a stud?" she asked.
"There is an outlet here on the wall, and usually they are
attached to a stud on one side, Miss Kathleen," I said.
"Stand in the corner here," she said. She made a small pencil
mark on the wall above my shoulder. "I want it at this height
fastened strongly, understand?"
"Yes ma'am," I said.
She left. I got my stud finder and some tools and screwed it
into the wall, I had to use a screwdriver in the ring to wind
the last inch into the wall. It wasn't going to come loose no
matter what it was for, "I should have asked what it was for," I