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FemDom Husband Training: Jodi’s Rice Recipe

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Chad could hear her footsteps coming through the house.

She had left him there just inside the closet with his wrists gently bound with a housecoat tie. He was kneeling on a wide, short piece of wood. On a small handful of dry rice. How long had it been? He wasn’t sure, but his knees were pounding a pain signal into his brain every second it went on.

He heard the bedroom door open and gently close. Then Jodi opened the closet door.

“There you are! Now, don’t you look nice in your little panties with your dick all locked up like that?”

He was blindfolded and could see just the hint of afternoon light around an edge. The pain was searing. He tried not to move a muscle to keep it from blowing his mind.

“This worked out well, actually. It’s much easier … for me, that is. And it’s a lot quieter. My parents are gone downtown to walk around and be touristes`. We’ll join them at Roxy’s for lunch. They think you’re taking a nap. That’s a hoot, don’t you think? If they only knew!”

He heard the dresser drawers sliding open and closed.

“Well, but we couldn’t really do The Ten out loud, could we? I don’t think they’d understand that… Not at all. I can’t even imagine…. I mean…”, she trailed off.

“BUT! … Anyway, back to you. Are you doing ok? It’s only been a few minutes. Well, maybe 20 or so, but…”

Irony? Humor?

“Yes,” he finally muttered.

She came over and yanked the blindfold off, blinding him in the sunlight for a few seconds.

“What did you say?” she said intensely.

“Yes, Mistress.”

There was a pause as she stared, a storm brewing in her eyes.

“See, it’s times like that. It tells me … we’re missing something. You still don’t get something. I try to figure out what, but…”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Well, yes, I know THAT!”

“Hmmmm… well, anyway … I am going to shower,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra and dropped them to the floor in front of him, and slid out of her sandals.

Then she moved to the bed and slid her shorts down her thighs and sat down on the edge of the bed. Leaning  back, she pulled her shorts off and flicked them with her foot to the floor in front of where he knelt.

She spread her legs wide, arched her back and rubbed her hands along the inside of her thighs. Looking at her crotch, she said “And you know what you’re going to do?” Jodi turned her eyes to his.

She stood and strutted over to stand in front of him in her panties.

When there was no reply, she cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.

He got the message. “No, Mistress.”

“See, there you go again. Making me wonder if you’re paying attention.”

She leaned forward with her hands on her knees, getting closer to his face and staring into his eyes. “While I am in the shower, you are going to recite The 10, over … and … over … until I come back in here. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Can you do that? For your Mistress?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She stood upright, akimbo, with her shoulders back, towering over him.

Then she smiled and slid her hands up her thighs, crossed them over her chest and caressed her boobs, then continued up thru her hair and into a long, full-body stretch. Hands clasped on top of her head, legs apart, she said, “I love you. And I really love the way our relationship works. Thank you for introducing me … us … to this.”

“I love you, too, Mistress.”

She slid her hands back down along her neck, over her boobs and hooked her panties and pulled them down and wiggled out of them.

She turned facing away from him and slowly bent way over to pick them up, her ass rubbing his face.

Panties in hand, she turned back around and rubbed them into her wet crotch and then rubbed them over his face.

“Open wide,” she said with a smile, and then stuffed into his mouth. “You’re slouching.  I want you to kneel upright.”

“Begin,” she said as she turned and walked to the bathroom.

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