A Story of Domestic Bondage and Submission

One evening, unbeknownst to me, my wife invited one of her work colleagues over for dinner. On this particular day, before leaving for work in the morning, my wife decided that she would shackle my legs together with an eight-inch chain, as well as handcuff my hands in front of me. This was not unusual behavior as she would randomly place me in bondage, knowing that the restraints made my daily chores somewhat more difficult (but not impossible).

I was running behind in my chores, mostly due to the restraints, but I typically do not start dinner until my wife arrives home, unless she calls or e-mails me ahead of time. As the door opened, I turned and saw my wife and her best friend! Panicked, I dropped the folded laundry that I was carrying and ran as fast as I could to the powder room.

My wife easily caught up to me before I had a chance to close the door. She did not even have to run. My heart was racing. I had met her friend on a few occasions before being feminized, but this was new territory. My wife had a terse one-sided conversation with me, indicating that things could and would get far worse should I not decide to calm down and resume my chores.

With great reluctance and hesitation, I exited the powder room. Embarrassed, I looked at my wife’s friend who had an amused expression on her face. She did not seem surprised to see me, so I am guessing my wife must have filled her in on my situation.

My wife ordered me to take her coat and that of her friend and hang them up in the closet, which I did. She then told me to gather the laundry that I had dropped and re-wash it. I did not feel that it needed re-washing, and I told her this. Her response was immediate and impactful.

My wife grabbed my handcuffs and pushed my hands to the floor, ordering me to kneel. She stepped on the handcuffs with her left high-heeled shoe, trapping my hands between the heel and the shank on the floor. Raising my dress, she used her right hand to smack me hard on the buttocks, all while her friend watched.

While the slaps hurt, even through my panties and pantyhose, I was far more humiliated than anything. When my wife was finished, she ordered me to kiss her shoe, which I did (as I wanted this embarrassing experience to be over with as soon as possible). I was ordered to remain in that position as my wife invited her friend to sit on the couch, and my wife briefly left the room.

My wife returned shortly with a head-harness ball gag. She strapped it tightly around my head and padlocked it. Sitting down beside her friend, she informed me that I could now stand and resume my chores. After I took the laundry back down to the basement, I cooked dinner for them and cleaned up afterward. I did not eat that night, as I remained gagged the entire evening.

Her friend had many questions that night, all of which my wife patiently and happily answered. My wife told her friend that I had brought all of this unto myself, but that in the end, she felt that things had worked out very well for her and that she was quite happy with our new arrangement. She even showed her friend that I was locked in chastity by raising my dress and tapping on the device (thankfully, she did not pull down my panties or pantyhose).

Her friend asked my wife if I could choose to leave, and my wife told her that I was allowed to leave at any time, and that she would file for divorce the following morning should I decide to go. She asked my wife if she would let me change into male clothing before leaving, and my wife told her that would not be possible, as I had none. My wife would drive me into the city, and I could take my cell phone and wallet, but nothing else, not even the keys to my chastity device or high heels.

Afterward, once her friend departed for the evening, my wife punished me for embarrassing her. It was one of the more painful punishments that I endured, but I learned not to question her orders, especially in front of her friends.