The Matriarchy Is Coming.

The Yellow Legal Pad: Part Two

Two months had passed since I started using SPH (small penis humiliation) on my husband and I was growing a little bored with it. My husband, on the other hand, was loving every bit of it and now that I think back on it; that may have been why I grew bored.

I was making derogatory comments about his inadequate little pecker at least five times per day, sometimes quite a bit more, and at first it was great. He would get embarrassed and I would relish in his humiliation, but after a time; that changed. He stopped turning red when I told him that his tiny version of penis was unsatisfying, or that it looked silly being that small compared to the rest of his body, or that I’d seen pinky fingers with more girth. He would just lower his eyes and apologize, but no more embarrassment. He still really enjoyed it; you could see it in his eyes. I Just wasn’t getting out of it what I wanted. Everything started becoming routine, so I decided to go back to the legal pad and find something new.

I perused the document looking for something that would turn me on as much as would turn him on. I found dozens of references to how much he loves spankings’ that was completely unhelpful. I can’t spank him to an amazing orgasm for me. I found his list of dislikes with the top item on the list being hit in the middle of a back with a belt. Somehow that wasn’t as helpful as it was preciously amusing to me. I found that he managed to put the word ‘cuckolding’ in nearly place there was free space. As much as the idea turned him on, I just didn’t think that would ever be a wise decision. My husband has never exhibited jealous behavior, but I was always taught that seeing another person with spouse could end a marriage. Ah, the naivety of youth. How I wish we had started that activity sooner.

I read through pages a couple of times and didn’t see anything in the ‘realistically doable’ category for us to try as something new until a phrase I had read suddenly replayed in my mind. I flipped through the pages until I reached the section on SPH and reread it. That’s when I found this sentence: ‘when you tell me how small it is, it makes me wonder how many other people think it’s small too’. Bingo! I had my idea!

He wanted to write that he’s turned on by being humiliated in front of other people, but he didn’t have the confidence to write it down. At least that was one thought I had. The other one was that my husband was writing down idle prattle going through his head and that the idea I had was going to push him to the edge and right on over, but I figured that if the environment was safe and controlled, he’d be okay. More so than his needs, I now had my own needs and I needed to humiliate him badly. Before moving forward, I checked his ‘dislikes’ list, just in case, but I didn’t find anything to persuade me to change gears. I couldn’t think of anything else, so I called my old friend Kat.

Kat and I were roommates in college; first in a dorm and then in an apartment two years later. She still lives in the town we went to college in and I live about twenty miles away in a commuter city, but we still get together twice a month for lunch to catch up. We had just met up five days prior, but she was up for another meeting; the best friends always are. We made a date to meet the next day.

We ordered our food and then sat down waiting for the waitstaff to bring it out. Kat was undeniably curious as to what was so important that I’d want to get together again so soon. I had mentioned it was concerning my husband, and saying that over the phone when I called gave her the wrong idea. I figured we’d start with a little chit-chatting before delving into the reason why I called, at least until the food arrived, but she had different ideas.

“What did he do? You can tell me.” Kat reached across the table and grabbed my hand in an effort to comfort me. I was completely oblivious.

“What did who do?”

“Your husband, of course.” She looked at me incredulously. “Is he sleeping around with another woman?”

“Of course not!” I said before realizing that when I said I wanted to talk about something concerning my husband, Kat instantly assumed it was something between infidelity and physical abuse. “He’s still the great guy I married.”

“He’s not hitting you is he? You can tell me.” She is so sweet. She looked ready to go kill my would-be-wife-beating-husband with the fork she had picked up and was holding for effect.

“You have no idea how ironic that statement is.” It just came out of my mouth, honestly.

“Then why did you call me, what’s wrong?” Kat said. She let go of my hand as the waiter set down our sandwiches. He looked to be about twenty and quite handsome. He smiled at me and asked if I needed anything else. I wondered if he knew he was speaking to my tits, and I wanted to say something, but being as used to being objectified as every other woman on the planet is, I just said ‘no thanks’. As he left, I watched his ass while he walked back to the kitchen.

“Are you ogling that boy’s rear end?” Kat whispered toward me. I broke out of the trance that boy’s bum put on me. Until that point, I don’t think I had ever publicly objectified a man before. I had seen men on television, or in magazines and thought about them sexually, but never have I ever just started gawking in a restaurant like a love-starved teenage boy.

“Of course not!” I said, and then was more honest. “Well, maybe. I don’t know. A lot has changed over the last few months and I think I might be changing with it.”

“Well, I can honestly say I am dying to hear what’s going on, so spill the beans, girlfriend.” She opened her eyes wide and made an indignantly curious face; one that always makes me giggle.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how to start, but I figured starting was better than thinking about it more. “My husband confessed he’s a total submissive male who has begged me to enslave him and at first it was weird, but now I like it and it turns out I’m turned on by humiliating him, so I was wondering, or hoping you would let me make him strip completely naked in front of you and then spank him?”

For the minute of silence that ensued, her eyes got consistently wider and wider. At one point I thought they might pop out, land on the floor, roll away and I would be responsible for chasing them down and putting them back into her head. She did eventually speak, though.

“Yeah, you’re going to have to explain this one out in a lot more detail, because I’m not sure what the hell you’re talking about.” She didn’t say no. I hoped that was a good thing.

I spent the next two hours explaining all that had happened in our relationship and she was still kind of unsure about what I was asking of her, but in the end, she agreed, with some reservations, to come over for dinner on the following Saturday. I thanked her over and over again, and she asked me one more time if I was insane, and then we left the restaurant. I immediately went home and told hubby that we were have a guest for dinner Saturday, what I expected him to cook, and that I wanted the house to be especially clean. I told him that he would be ‘secretly’ serving my friend and I, and that I expected him to be on his best behavior. He would have to be the ‘perfect host’ or I would be punishing him. He had no idea what I had planned. I told him that instead of calling me ‘Mistress’, he could call me ‘my dear’ and that it would be our little secret. He thought he’d just be the third wheel for dinner with my friend, but he was thrilled that I ordered him to cook and clean for it. He also figured he’d probably get special treatment if he did a good job. He had no idea how impossible that would be.

Saturday came and Kat arrived around two o’clock in the afternoon. My husband, fully clothed, answered the door and engaged in pleasantries with our guest as he led her to the living room where I sat enjoying a cup of tea. He offered to get Kat a cup of tea as she sat on the couch next to me. He ran down the list of teas we had. Once she picked one, he went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Kat was smiling like a guilty child the whole time. I was sure that hubby was going to figure out something was up. Luckily he didn’t, because he was too caught up in getting a chance to please me. As soon as he left the room, Kat turned to me and whispered.

“Is this really going to happen?”

“Yes, unless you don’t want it to. We still have time to abort.” I responded. I was concerned she was chickening out, but I wanted her to know I didn’t want her to leave her comfort zone.

“Oh, goodness no.” She locked eyes with me. “I’ve been looking forward to this for days. I haven’t been able to think of anything else.” She smiled and giggled nervously.

“That’s great. Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.” I said genuinely.

“No need to thank me, girlfriend. I can’t wait see this.” We both laughed before she continued. “Is there anything I need to know?”

“Not too much, really. Just follow my lead and don’t look too surprised that it’s happening. Just pretend like seeing this behavior is perfectly normal. If you feel like things are getting uncomfortable, just nudge me and I’ll order him to leave the room. Then you can decide what you want to do from there. Okay?”

“I can do that.” She said as my husband came back into the room with a tray holding a cup of tea, a small creamer pitcher and a bowl full of sugar cubes. He set the tray down on the coffee table and moving each item on to the table itself.

“Did you want to doctor your tea yourself, or would you like me to help you with that?” My husband asked. Wow he was laying it on thick. I told him he’d be my ‘secret servant’, not my ‘blatantly obvious’ one.

“You can do it. I’ll take a little cream and two sugars.” Kat said smiling like she was about to burst out laughing. My hubby made up the cup of tea to perfection and set in front of Kat on the table. He then grabbed the tray, nodded like a waiter and started to head back toward the kitchen. I could tell he was really enjoying his servitude, at least he was until I spoke.

“Don’t leave yet.” I said firmly. He turned around and looked at me. “My tea is empty.”

“Please, allow me to refill it for you, my dear.” He walked over to me, grabbed my empty cup from the table, put it on the tray and nodded again before turning around to leave again.

“Try to remember to ask if anyone needs anything before you go scurrying off. That way you won’t risk making errors.” I said with a devious smile on my face. Kat covered her mouth to hide her gaping expression and my husband remained as still as a statue facing away from us. I saw the skin on back of his neck just above his collar turn bright red.

“Yes, dear.” He responded with a voice that cracked. He continued to just stand there for another ten seconds or so until I spoke.

“Did you need something?”

“No, dear.” He said without turning around.

“Off with you then. I’d really like my tea before supper.”

“Yes, dear.” He said and then took off for the kitchen. Once he was around the corner Kat turned to me and whispered.

“I can’t believe you spoke to him that way!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. I told you; he’s my slave. This is what he asked for and this is what he’s going to get.” Kat was looking at me like I had one some sort of magical lottery that makes men not be annoying dumbasses and I was basking in the glory of my triumph. My husband was embarrassed beyond anything I imagined he’d ever been, and it was making my so damned hot.

“I can’t wait to see what’s next!” Kat said barely able to keep herself in her seat.

The subject matter we were discussing eventually turned more mundane when Kat suddenly remembered she got a promotion she hadn’t told me about yet. We continued to talk for about fifteen more minutes about how exciting her new job was going to be when I realized I hadn’t gotten any tea. I looked over at Kat and gave her a devilish smile before speaking loudly enough to be hear in the kitchen.

“Water takes five minutes to boil and tea takes five minutes to steep. It’s been fifteen minutes. What’s taking so long?” I yelled. Kat covered her mouth again to keep from laughing out loud. Within thirty seconds, a red-faced husband came into room carrying a tray with my tea, some biscuit cookies and pair napkins.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Mis…my dear. I thought you might want some cookies, so I decided to bring some cookies and napkins, but it took a few minutes to find them.” He almost called me Mistress and I enjoyed the rush of it all.

“Shouldn’t you have brought napkins with the first cups of tea?”

“I..I..I guess?” He stammered. When I told him he’d be serving, he wasn’t expecting to get this kind of beratement. He was teetering between the desire to run from the room and cumming in his pants from. Good thing he was caged, or he might have.

“You guess?” I said in the most derogatory way I could.

“I mean, I will make sure next time, my dear.” He said looking instinctively toward the floor.

“I would like to think so.” I turned to Kat and started talking about her promotion again. I asked her how much more she’d be making, and she told me and then started going on about how her new office was going to two floors higher with a better view when I heard by husband start to shuffle away. I put my hand on Kat’s arm to get her stop talking.

“Where are you going?” I asked. My husband stopped in his tracks. He turned around to face me, but couldn’t seem to keep eye contact after see the extremely disappointed look in my eyes.

“I was going to go do some dinner prep.” He said sheepishly.

“Really? And what did I say twenty minutes ago?” I asked. He looked completely confused.

“I…I’m not sure, my dear.”

“I told you to remember to ask if anyone needs anything before you go scurrying off.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said looking relieved. “Can I get anyone anything else?” He said hoping to get out of the room before he turned any more shades of red.

“I think it’s too late for that now.” I said as I stood up and went over the single chair across from the couch and sat down. I then looked directly at Kat. “I find it so embarrassing when a husband can’t follow the simplest instructions.”

“I think it’s a man thing, girlfriend. I can’t find one that ever listens.”

“You never will.” I responded. “They have to be made to listen; they don’t come that way.” At that point my husband spoke.

“May I go back to the kitchen now, my dear?”

“No. you may not go back the kitchen yet.” I glared at him. I reached into the drawer of the end table next to the chair I sat in and pulled out a horse hair brush with a wide, wooden head. “You will come over here, drop your pants and underwear and get across my lap.” My husband froze. His eyes opened up until I could see white all around the irises. He pleaded silently, with nothing more than a look, for me to not do this. He saw the look in my eyes and realized that wouldn’t work, so he then tried to speak incoherently.

“Don’t you, I mean, can I talk to, maybe.” He started pointing toward the doorway as if to say he wanted to speak to me in private.

“Quit embarrassing me with your behavior! Get your scrawny little ass over here, take down your pants and get across my lap, now!” Oh my god I was riding on a wave ecstasy that was building quickly inside.

My husband looked at me pleadingly one more time and saw my face was not giving in to his desire to avoid this. He shuffled slowly over and stood by my right knee. He froze again.

“Drop your pants!” He started unbuckling his belt slowly and I lost my patience. I pushed his hands away and started mumbling about dawdling as I opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Then I grabbed his underwear and did the same. “Over my lap, now!” He complied. I was about to start his paddling when Kat spoke.

“What was that shiny thing I saw?” She looked really confused. I suddenly remembered that I never told her about his cock cage.

“That’s his chastity device. I keep his cock locked up to keep him from playing with it. It makes him far more compliant.”

“Can I get a better look at that when you’re done?” I was surprised that Kat was showing such a sudden interest in what I was doing. Up until this point, she seemed to be just onboard to see something to laugh at. Now she seemed clinically interested.

“Absolutely. We can go into detail once I’m finished.” I said before turning toward my husband. He was laying across my lap with ass exposed looking straight at the floor. “I told you I want you to be the perfect servant today, and you can’t even get serving tea right. I’d ask you what you have to say for yourself, but I honestly don’t think anything you’d have to say would be anything more that a mindless excuse. And, to think, you did this poorly after I let you serve wearing clothing. Never again, I tell you. Now look over at Kat.”

“What? Why?” He sounded frantic with fear.

“Because with every stroke of my brush, your going to apologize for being such a horrible servant.”

“Oh my God, please don’t do this, Mistress.” And there was the word that made it all worthwhile. He called me Mistress, and I knew he was going to do every humiliating thing I was going to come up with. I ignored his pleas with an evil smile on my face. I looked over to Kat and saw her covering her mouth in surprise again. I motioned for her to pull it down; which she did, followed by composing herself.

“The phrase you will say after each stroke is ‘I apologize for being a terrible host, Miss Kat. I promise to do better in the future.’ Do you understand?” He started weeping on my lap.

“Oh God! Please, please, please don’t, Mistress.” He begged.

“Ready?”

“Oh God, no!”

“Here we go. Make eye contact with Miss Kat.” With tears in his eyes he looked up and saw Kat, giving him the most intimidating look of disgust I’ve ever seen another woman give. I looked at Kat and she nodded to confirm he was looking right at her. I brought the brush down on his right cheek; causing his whole body to jerk. I heard nothing afterward.

“Where’s my phrase, slave boy?” Still only silence and then Kat spoke.

“That boy is lookin’ at the floor.”

“Big mistake, little boy.” I started a barrage of spankings with brush. Left cheek, right cheek and back again until he begged me to stop and said he’d say the phrase. “Then get to it!” I barked. With tears in his eyes and sadness in his voice he looked up at Kat and spoke.

“I apologize for being a terrible host, Miss Kat. I promise to do better in the future.” The words were a little muffled from the crying, but acceptable. I brought the brush down on his left cheek.

“Again!”

“I apologize for being a terrible host, Miss Kat. I promise to do better in the future.” This time it was louder and more affirming. Once again, the right cheek, but even harder.

“I apologize for being a terrible host, Miss Kat. I promise to do better in the future!” He yelled while keeping eye contact with her. She licked her lips and smiled.

“I think I could get used to this.” Kat said to no one in particular.

Hubby received twenty more swats and blurted out his apology each time. Once I was done, I told him to stand up. He immediately went for his pants to pull them up, but I grabbed the slacks before he managed to raise them more than inch.

“Off. Every stitch you’re wearing. I want you naked, right now.” He stood there, tears streaming from his eyes, his tiny little cock trying to escape from cage in every direction, pleading with his eyes, but the look in mine made it clear that he would be serving naked, in front of a virtual stranger, for the rest of the night. He sighed, sniffled and then let his pants fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and his underwear. He reached down and pulled off both socks. He then unbuttoned his shirt and removed that as well. He now stood completely naked, except for his cock cage, facing me. He was bright red with embarrassment and overflowing with lust.

“Can I go back to the kitchen now, Mistress?”

“You can,” I started to say, and he immediately began moving. “right after you present yourself to Miss Kat so she can see your cage.” I was amazed that there were still shades of red he hadn’t achieved yet.

To his credit, though, he walked right over to her and stood directly in front of Kat. She asked me all sorts of questions about it, and at one point she even grabbed it and moved it around. Once she was satisfied I, sent my husband off to make dinner.

Once he was out of earshot, I thanked Kat again for helping me with this. It was exactly what I needed and, as I found out the next day, something my husband enjoyed greatly as well. He had always assumed that such a scenario would be the final outcome of being my slave, but he didn’t expect for it to come so soon.

The rest of the night went well. The dinner was fabulous. Kat and I talked and laughed and ate and drank, all while hubby served completely naked and very embarrassed. Twice more I had to spank him for mistakes, but otherwise he was perfect. Kat and I spent the whole time speaking about him like a piece of furniture in the room and when I notice he was getting comfortable in his role and was becoming paler again, I started up a conversation about how we had to buy the second smallest cock cage made because anything larger would fall right off his little wee wee. Within seconds, he was that lovely shade of red again. At the end of the night, I offered to let Kat give him a spanking, but she declined. She said she liked how I only spanked him when he was needing discipline and she didn’t want to spank him for fun of it. She did ask when she could come over for dinner again, because she’d like a turn and smacking his ass for a real infraction.

After we said our goodbyes, Kat left through the front door as my husband knelt waiting for me. I shut the door and turned around. He immediately kissed each of my feet. I reached down, took my husband’s hand and pulled a little so he’d stand up. I was face to face with him and kissed him on the lips.

“I love you, darling. Now get your ass in the bedroom because I need you to fuck my brains out.” We literally ran to room with me tearing my clothes off on the way.

That day is one of my favorites.