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MEEK AS A LAMB

A husband must always respect, and constantly fear his Wife. A useful tool in this is undoubtedly the cattle prod. Pookie didn’t know what it was at first. Poor thing. He put on his Albert Einstein look, studied the prod as if it was an object from another galaxy and wondered if it was some sort of paint sprayer device. Nope, I certainly didn’t marry him for his intelligence, that’s for sure. Wished the Creator had given these creatures at least the beginning of a brain. Nothing fancy, a brain the size of a duck would already have been marvellous. But no such luck. Didn’t marry him for his Dinky Toy Dick either, by the way, but we’ll talk about that some other time.
Anyways, I ordered him on hands and knees, his ass facing Me and gave him a jolt with the cattle prod. Long enough to send his haemorrhoids up to his throat. He jumped up from the floor and screamed like a pig on its way to the slaughterhouse. I knew I had found My new favourite tool.
Snookums turned out to be a quick learner and is terrified of that thing. So I use it daily! Around half past three in the afternoon snuggles puts the tea kettle on the stove and I put the cattle prod on the table. When he comes in with the tea, you can hear the cups rattling on the tray. So cute. It’s one of those things that makes it all worthwhile, I guess. Fear is such an excellent motivator and there’s something romantic about a husband who’s ready to shit himself with fright.
Lady Ingrid

OH DEAR …

He heard drawers being opened and closed in the bedroom and heard Her mumble and talk to Herself: “I could have sworn” and “how is this possible” and such things. She was probably searching for Her phone, an earring, Her wallet or whatever.
Everything alright, darling? He yelled.
You stay out of this, Harold!
He could hear a hint of impatience in Her voice. He giggled softly. She was always so calm, confident and in control, always so strict, demanding and powerful. But now She was running around the house like a headless chicken. Small potatoes perhaps, but in a world of slaps & kicks, it brightened up his day a bit.
She stomped down the stairs and went into the kitchen. She wasn’t just opening and closing drawers anymore; She jerked them open and slammed them shut. Her frustration was almost palpable. Mayday – Mayday! Female Vortex on the move. She entered the living room and he hid behind his newspaper and pretended to read.
Unbelievable, She grumbled, they have disappeared into thin air.
Are You looking for something, dear? The words tiptoed from behind the newspaper.
Keys.
Keys? Oh dear. Car keys, darling?
The keys to your chastity cage, Harold, if you must know.
His head popped over the newspaper like a Jack-In-The-Box: WHAT ?!??!?

I DO

Karin, do you take this piece of shi- I apologise: do You take this man to be Your lawfully wedded slave, to love, guide, punish and humiliate him as long as You shall live. If so say I do.
I do.
john, do you take this lovely Lady to be your lawfully wedded Mistress, to love, to obey, comfort and honour Her, surrendering yourself to Her alone as long as you shall live. If so say I do, you lucky swine.
I do.
Now Karin! Grab john’s ear and repeat after me.
I Karin take thee, john, to be My loyal servant, My devoted slave and My brainless punchbag, from this day forward, to use and abuse, to whip and to cane, to kick and to slap, till death do us part. I pledge to you My guidance, My cruelty, My short-temperedness and My unstoppable need for Power.
Now john, look up to your Lady Owner and repeat after me.
I john are taken by thee, Karin, to be my Mistress, my Lady Owner and Goddess, to obey and to worship from this day forward, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I pledge to You my obedience, my loyalty, my patience, all my earthy goods, including the Märklin train-set.
Karin, place and lock the collar around john’s neck and throw away the key.
By the authority given to me by Her Majesty, I now pronounce you man and Wife. You may now whip the groom.