Taming Gerald’s Perversions

INTRODUCTION: This one is from my dark side, but it is a story about how a loving wife uses her husband’s perverse behavior as a means of turning him into the man she wants and needs him to be.

THREE MONTHS AGO

“Gerald,” I called to my husband, “why are you on the computer so often? It’s taking up all of your time!”

“Sorry, Marge its work; ever since they had those cutbacks all of us have had to do extra. Frankly, I’m surprised I still have a job—that’s how bad things are.”

“Oh, you poor dear—well, don’t let me bother you. Close the door so the TV doesn’t disturb you.”

“Thank you, darling. You’re so understanding.”

CHAPTER 1 – FRIDAY

MARGE

I never believed Gerald—work, indeed! Something was up and I was going to find out what. My first inkling was when I returned from a week’s visit to my mom. In the past Gerald would have been all over me, trying to fuck me before, after, and even during dinner. I arrived home around three in the afternoon, taking a cab from the airport. I called Gerald immediately to let him know I was home safely. I intimated that I had something special waiting when he got home. I showered, fixed my hair, and put on a really sexy negligee and waited…and waited. Finally, I put on a robe and went to wait in the living room. Gerald came home late and asked for dinner. Dinner! Not me…dinner! Of course, by now you already know that nothing happened after dinner, either.

I was determined to do something after I asked him about the computer. I went online the following day and Googled a bunch of ideas before settling on a program that would keep track of everything a user did. That would work out well—we had separate logins so I could tell at a glance what he was looking at. In reading the program information on the site I saw a recommendation for hidden surveillance cameras. I arranged for a security firm to install them the following day. Both proved to be excellent decisions.

TODAY

“Gerald,” I called to my husband, “would you please log off so I can talk to you for a minute?” It took Gerald a minute or two before he entered the room. “Remember, darling a few months ago when I asked you what you were doing on the computer?”

Sure, Marge…same thing I’m doing now—work.”

“Oh…so all these sites are work—‘Husbands in Pain,’ ‘Humiliated Males,’ ‘CFNM,’ wow, I actually had to Google that one. Well, I won’t go into all the titles but here’s four involving femdom and a couple where women torture a male’s genitals, and male slavery, cuckoldry—you seemed to like that a lot, and oh—here’s a good one—forcing your husband to drink urine. Here’s another—‘Gals Fucking Guys.’ In fact, Gerald,” I said as I handed him several sheets of print outs, “here’s a list of every site you’ve visited in the last month. It’s quite a lengthy and perverse list, isn’t it? No…don’t make any excuses. These have nothing to do with work, do they?”

Gerald hung his head. “Do you fantasize about these things? No…you don’t have to answer—of course you do. You must have some real submissive feelings—none of these show the male on top; he’s always being abused. You spent a minimum of two hours each and every day watching over the past month…and longer, too. I could put together a list going back more than sixty days if you want. You see, Gerald I never did believe you when you said it was work. Remember when I had to visit my mother—she broke her hip? Well, when I returned a week later I thought you’d be all over me; I know I wanted you badly enough. I got suspicious when you weren’t so I installed security cameras in all our rooms. Care to guess what I saw? Here…I’ll show you.” I turned on the TV and the screen filled with Gerald wanking his willy in front of the computer. I jumped to the next scene and he was jerking off again. “The whole disc is covered with you cumming in your hand. That’s also when I bought this program—CompuTrack. It keeps track of every internet site visited on the computer. I also installed it on your laptop and when you chatted with me from work last week it automatically loaded onto your work computer, too.

“We have a pre-nup–you would get twenty-five percent in the event of a divorce, Gerald. That’s because I brought a lot of money into our marriage, but if I were to ask for a divorce now I doubt that you’d get a penny and all this perversion would become public. Lucky for you that I love you; since you are so obviously wrapped up in these fantasies I’m willing to help you make them your reality. Listen carefully—you will have two choices. First, I’m willing to forget all of this and go back to ‘normal,’ but if you ever watch any of this depravity again it will be divorce and public humiliation for you. There will have to be one change, but I’ll get into that later. Second, I will make all your fantasies come true. I’ll treat you like my slave, humiliate and control you. You’ll not only go to work, you’ll also do virtually all the housework and laundry. But…I will allow you to watch thirty minutes every day…provided you are not being punished for some infraction.

“Your involvement in this activity has deprived me of your company and almost destroyed our sex life. So whichever choice you make you are going to wear this.” I opened the bag at my feet and pulled out the stainless steel chastity cage. “I can see you’re not exactly thrilled at this, but do you blame me? I have lost my husband to the computer. If you want to stay with me you’re going to wear this, so put it on…now!”

Gerald sulked but dropped his pants and boxers and put it on. “Very attractive, Gerald, now please notice that there’s no lock. It has what they call ‘high security screws’ and an ‘anti-pullout pin.’ It’s a good thing you sleep soundly; I had to measure you several times because this is a custom job.” I pushed the anti-pullout pin into its slot. It pushed the top of Gerald’s little wienie down, making the cage extremely tight. Then I took out the special wrench and tightened the screws on both sides. “Excellent, Gerald…now lose the rest of your clothes. We have a three day weekend and that will give us the time to begin exploring your fantasies. You will be my slave all weekend and you’ll be naked the entire time. We’ll talk again Monday night about your choice.

“OK, now that you’re naked we can begin. Kneel in front of me while I get you prepared.” I stepped behind Gerald and attached strong leather cuffs to his ankles, locking them in place. Then I locked a cuff onto each wrist. I fastened the wrist cuffs together behind Gerald’s back and linked his ankle cuffs together, also. “I hope you appreciate everything I’m doing for you, Gerald. It’s a lot of work for me just thinking of things to do to you.”

“Here are some rules I’ll expect you to follow–1: You’ll always be naked when we’re alone in the house and even when I have friends over if I want to humiliate you—that is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?” When Gerald didn’t answer I gave him a sharp slap on his cheek. “That’s rule number 2: do not speak unless spoken to. Since I spoke to you I expect an answer and I expect it promptly and respectfully. 3: You will do everything I tell you to do promptly and without hesitation. 4: you are to use no furniture or utensils for eating. You will wait kneeling at my feet while I dine; you may eat once I am done, or you may not. I have purchased two bowls for you—they’re in the kitchen. 5: plan on being tied up all night at the foot of the bed—that’s where you will be sleeping. I’m sure I’ll come up with more as the weekend ensues; we’ll play that by ear.

“OK, you know that I’m no math whiz, however I figure that over the past three months I should have been entitled to at least as many orgasms as you. This disc has 117 orgasms for you; I’ve had none so you owe me all 117. Since I can’t expect you to fuck me every day you will eat me to an orgasm a minimum of three times every day—hopefully more. At that rate we’ll be even in 39 days.”

“You know I don’t do that.”

“I know that you didn’t do it; now you do. You expect me to do it for you; why shouldn’t you do it for me? In fact, you can start right now. Crawl forward and I’ll remove my slacks and panties. Do it now unless you want to be punished.”

Gerald crawled reluctantly between my legs. I whacked his butt with a riding crop I had hidden in the chair. “Ouch! What did you do that for?”

“Remember how I told you I expected you to respond promptly? There was nothing prompt about your response. Now get your sorry ass over here and eat me.” I gave him another whack for good measure. He scooted up to my pussy and I removed my garments in a single swipe. “That’s better, Gerald. If nothing else I hope you’ll learn never to lie to your wife. Now get in there and do a good job. I’m horny as hell!”

Gerald leaned tentatively into my cunt. He licked into my slit and it felt wonderful. I should have caught him in something like this years ago. “Keep going, boy—you’re doing great. Stick your tongue in there and slurp up some of that juice. Fuck me with that tongue of yours. Get used to it you’re going to do it at least another 116 times. You’ll have the strongest tongue ever!” Hearing that, Gerald attacked my cunt. His tongue was fucking me hard, but I knew he would weaken. I’d have to train him…strengthen him…his tongue. “Suck on my clit…harder…harder…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God!” I collapsed back on the chair. I reached out with my shoe and rubbed the toe against Gerald’s balls. He began to breathe heavily, but he was going to be disappointed. “Maybe later, boy…maybe I’ll actually let you fuck me later. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, dear.” I gave him another whack. “I think you need to be more respectful. Try again.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I nodded my acceptance and pushed him back. I rose from the chair and went to my closet for a few more implements. I locked a strong leather collar around his neck then I tied a rope tightly from his neck to his ankles and around the front to his balls. Gerald was hog-tied. I rolled him onto his back causing him to groan and whine. I solved that problem by pushing a ball gag into his mouth. This ball had a hole running through it. I promised Gerald I’d use that later.

Once on his back I removed the cage—I only put it on him before to make a point, but it will go back on once I’m finished here. I walked giggling to the bathroom, returning with a hot towel, shaving cream, and a few razors. I applied the towel to his groin, soaped him up and shaved his abdomen clean. I could see he was humiliated—good! That was part of his fantasies, wasn’t it? On a whim I continued up his body, shaving all the way up to his neck. How wonderful—he was a lovely shade of crimson! When I rolled him over I continued down his back past his ass and proceeded to shave his legs. In less than thirty minutes I had removed all Gerald’s body hair. I pulled him up and dragged him into the kitchen where I applied soothing lotion to his skin, treating him more like a woman than a man. I reinstalled his cock cage and released him, taking the gag from his mouth at the same time.

Gerald checked his skin in disgust. I couldn’t resist teasing him, “I think I’ll have to get you some nice frilly panties. You have nicer skin than I do.” I rubbed my hands up and down his back and ass. “Make dinner,” I told him. I’m having a steak. Maybe I’ll give you some liquid you can suck up through a straw. Maybe if you’re really good I give you something solid.” I pinched his ass and got him moving.

Gerald had a pretty good idea what to do in the kitchen. He knew how to grill and make a salad. I had already put a couple of baked potatoes in the oven. They would always take the most time. In fifteen minutes the steak was done. I sat at the table allowing Gerald to serve me. He cut the steak for me, buttered the potato and tossed the salad. When he kneeled at my feet I congratulated him on doing such a good job. I scratched his ears and tousled his hair as I would do with a puppy.

He knelt silently at my feet and I was satisfied with his performance so I told him to get his bowl—it said “FOOD” with a picture of a dog on the side. I cut up the rest of the steak into very small pieces, added the potato and some butter. I put it on the floor next to the water. “You can eat, but no hands and, of course, no utensils. There’s plenty of cool clean water for you, too. I’ll give you twenty minutes to eat and clean up the mess. Make sure the floor is clean—I’m sure you’re going to make a mess. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room when you’re done.” It was hilarious watching Gerald push the bowl across the room, but I assumed he would do better with practice and he’d get plenty over the weekend.

I was reading in my favorite chair when Gerald crawled into me. I checked my watch and was pleased that he had finished in eighteen minutes. “Stay while I check your work,” I told him. A minute later I returned, grabbed his ear and pulled him back to the kitchen. There was a piece of potato under the table and a puddle of water by his bowl. I pointed down to them and then to the table. “Get your butt on the table, I’ll be right back.” I returned with four ropes which I used to securely tie him in place, his butt and balls fully exposed. “Here’s another fantasy for you, Gerald. How many times did you watch some man being punished and hurt? You must really be into this stuff. I reinstalled his ball gag, telling him, “I don’t want the neighbors disturbed and I doubt you’ll be quiet when I do this.”

I was just about to begin when the phone rang. “Oh…hi, Tina…yeah, I did. I’m just about to paddle him, but I can wait if you want to come over.” I listened while Gerald shook his head—as if I’m going to pay any attention. “OK,” I continued, “twenty minutes. Want to give him a few swats? See you then.” I hung up the phone. “Well, Gerald you have a reprieve for a few minutes. Tina’s coming over. What’s the matter? I can’t understand you. You always loved seeing Tina. I think she’s going to love seeing you, especially in this position. Just think of it this way—you’ll get two fantasies at once; maybe a third one if what she told me is true.”

I left Gerald lying there tightly bound while I returned to my book. I rose when the door bell rang. “Hi, Tina…glad you could make it. Yeah, I broke it to him this afternoon and we’ve made a little progress, but he’s being punished now. C’mon!” I led Tina into the kitchen and when she saw Gerald she laughed and laughed. Gerald’s face turned the cutest shade of red—his ass was next. “OK, Gerald…rest time is over. Time for punishment; you had two problems from cleaning up dinner so ten paddles for each.” I moved behind Gerald where he couldn’t see me and I giggled silently into my hand.

Tina stood next to me and reached down to cup his balls, “I like your new jewelry, Gerald. It’s very becoming on you and stainless—beautiful and practical, too! I’ll just move to the side so Marge can give you what you deserve.” I rubbed the paddle over Gerald’s cheeks before rearing back and giving him a really good swat. His body reacted immediately. I alternated between his cheeks and I couldn’t restrain a giggle when Tina shot a few pictures. Gerald’s ass cheeks were beet red by the time I was done. I turned to Tina to ask her a question, “Tina, would you mind rubbing this lotion into Gerald’s butt? He needed to be punished for poor performance, but I really don’t want him hurt—not yet any way.”

Tina took the bottle and poured a small amount onto his left cheek before rubbing it in, “My goodness, Gerald your ass is so soft. I think you’d make a great woman, especially now that your hair is all gone.” She reached between his legs and rubbed some onto his scrotum. She continued, “Yep, all we’d have to do is snip these babies off and you’d be all set.” She was out to humiliate Gerald and she was doing a great job. I returned just then holding a good-sized funnel attached to about five feet of clear surgical tubing and a metal bar about three feet long with snaps at each end.

I untied each of Gerald’s ankles attaching each cuff to the bar with the strong straps. I slid the pieces apart and in an instant Gerald’s ankles were six feet apart. “This is a spreader bar, Gerald. You’ll understand why I’ve put it onto you in another minute. I plan to use it whenever I use this funnel.” I released Gerald’s wrists and clipped the cuffs behind his back. Then I helped him waddle to the middle of the living room floor.

I lay Gerald down on his back. “Now, Gerald Tina has a special gift for you. She’s been holding it for you all day, but I think I should go first, don’t you? You might want to rebel at this—that’s why I have your balls so nicely exposed. Give us a hard time and we’ll be pleased to give you a nice kick. Right, Tina?” She laughed and nodded her head; poor Gerald lay there fearing the worst.

“Now, darling you’ll understand why this ball gag has this hole in it.” I pushed the end of the tubing into the hole. I had placed a red line on the tubing so I would know when to stop. “OK, Gerald so far you’ve been good, but that was the easy part. Look up—recognize this…it’s my pussy and I have to tell you…I really have to go. Of course, I could just use the toilet, but then I’d have to leave the party. Hold still and drink—drink it all. If you don’t, Tina is going to give your nice balls a little kick…maybe even more than one. When I’m done it will be Tina’s turn. Aren’t you thrilled to be able to realize your fantasy this way?” Gerald shook his head wildly and I could hardly keep from laughing. “No…no…you don’t have to thank me. I’m sure you’d do the same if our roles were reversed.” I leaned down to kiss his forehead.

I stood, spread my legs, and positioned the funnel. My golden gift flowed down into the tube and straight into Gerald’s mouth. He shook his head wildly so I signaled Tina to give him a boot. “I warned you,” I scolded, “want another? Then keep your head still and do your job—drink.” A minute later I was done. I’d normally wipe my pussy but I wanted Gerald to do that once Tina was done.

Tina and I switched places, but first she gave me her camera. Tina had been holding it all day; it poured from her into the tube. I could see that Gerald was having trouble keeping up so I pinched the tubing temporarily. When he had caught up I released the tube and Gerald finished with Tina’s pee. I completed the exercise by giving Gerald a quick drink of fresh water.

I removed the spreader bar and his gag, allowing Gerald to sit up or kneel. “Gerald, I could use another orgasm, but I think you should do Tina first. Make sure you thank her for allowing you to service her.”
Head down in embarrassment Gerald mumbled something incoherent.