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This story contains harsh language and scenes of a frank sexual nature and is not suitable for younger readers. Also if you are offended by Transgendered, Gay, and Lesbian themes, please be gone...this is not the story for you (unless your morbid curiosity gets the better of you (*giggle*), but consider yourself warned).

This story was written in response to the ridiculously far-fetched Fem/dom stories out there in which a decent person is humiliated and degraded and just takes it. I also find these stories tend to portray women as hateful and vindictive. Well anyway, this is how it would really happen…

 

On A Bad Day

By Lisa Grey

 

I pulled the car into the drive, cursing. My name is Jack Hoover, and my life sucked. Royally. I had just come home from work at my demeaning job. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses at that country club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back. She had graduated over a year ago. I had not really given any consideration to returning to school. I guess we kind of got use to having two incomes. That was over now. I finally had a belly full of the snobs at the club and tendered my resignation by telling one of the arrogant jerks off. I was going back to school.

It was these thoughts that were circulating in my mind when entered the house. I had expected my wife to be supportive and sympathetic. I was wrong. When she heard what I had done she attacked me, verbally. She was out raged at how inconsiderate I was. How were we supposed to get started on the new addition to the house she wanted if I went back to school? How were we going to pay our bills and my schooling? I was astounded. My wife and I had always shared a close loving relationship. She was always the planner of the family, and she wasn’t bad at it so I had been content to leave her to it. I could just not understand this betrayal. I stood there looking at her. Alice was five foot five, with long blond hair and striking green eyes. She had a trim figure with beautiful C-cup breasts. I, normally, am a gentle caring man who was attentive and affectionate to my wife, but given the day I had and her callus insensitivity were too much for me. So I lashed out.

"I don’t care," I said. "Why don’t you go get a second job as a stripper if you want it that bad."

I saw her green eyes flare with rage as I said it. I knew this was a low blow. Alice had always been a feminist. She thought stripping and like jobs were one short step away from prostitution, and demeaning to women.

"You unbelievable bastard," was all she said as she walked out the door.

I was still up when she returned home late that night. I was still angry at her insensitivity, but I felt guilty about what I had said. She came in and saw me sitting there. Her face was an impenetrable emotionless mask.

"Look, I’m really sorry about what I said. I was having a really bad day and it just came out," I tried to explain.

"How bad do you want to make this up to me," she asked.

I jerked back as if slapped. The way I saw it was that we both had some making up to do. Then I sighed. I really did love her, so I hoped once she got over her anger she would see her error.

"What did you have in mind," I asked her.

"Wait here until I call you," she said going upstairs to our bedroom.

I sat patiently, listening to her rummaging around for about 10 or 15 minutes before she called. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom apprehensively. When I entered the room, she looked at me, and told me, "Put those on," gesturing at the bed coldly.

I looked at the feminine finery on the bed then back at her.

"What the hell, Alice," I asked incredulously.

"Put them on or you will be hearing from my attorney with the divorce papers," she said acidly.

I love her, I kept reminding myself, so I just shrugged and started struggling into the unfamiliar items. As I put them on she started telling me how she was going to give me a little taste of what it’s like to be a stripper. It crossed my mind to ask her how the hell she would know, but the calmer part of my brain told me not to exacerbate the situation. I just did as directed, hoping that cooler heads would prevail tomorrow. As I finished dressing, she clicked the stereo on and went and sat on the bed.

"Now, dance for me. And you better make it good," she said imperiously.

I began dancing, trying to remember how the strippers that I had seen before I met Alice had done it. I danced around sexily, shucking items of feminine clothing as I went. As I reached the end of my impromptu routine, the stereo clicked off leaving me standing there sweating in the panties. Alice began to laugh. It was not a nice laugh. She went to the corner and extracted the concealed video camera. She hooked it to the television and hit play. Of course it showed me dancing around in drag like a wonton slut.

"There’s going to be some changes around here, dear," she said. "From now on you are going to dress as a woman and you are going to obey my every command, because if you don’t I am going to send a copy of this to every one you know. Understood?"

I could not believe what I was hearing. I had read stories like this but had never thought something like it would ever actually happen. Especially not to me. This was the final betrayal. Alice stood there smugly saying if I did not agree to this lunacy she was going to ruin my life in a humiliating fashion.

"Is that understood," she prompted again imperiously.

I had had enough.

"You ungrateful little bitch," I said calling her names in the first time in our marriage. "I put off my education to support you in yours. I finally get tired of working that demeaning job at the golf coarse and decided it is time to go back to school, and you get selfishly mad at me because you won’t be able to afford the luxuries that you want. Then as is that isn’t enough, because I love you, I agree to humiliate myself further with this foolishness, thinking you will calm down and start thinking clearly again. Now you pull this shit," as I spoke I felt some thing feral stirring with in me. "I can’t believe I was this blind. You obviously never gave a damn about me. I have never humiliated you like this, but you are willing to blackmail me into being your personal freak," I had moved over to the video camera and plucked off the T.V. even as I felt my control slipping. I was very frightened by this feeling, but I was incredibly angry. "I don’t think so you fucking CUNT," I shouted as the camera, powered by the rage that filled me, slammed into the wall and burst into hundreds of pieces.

My eyes must have glowed red with my rage because Alice did not make a move the whole time. She just stood there, eyes wide with fear. She had never seen me like this. Hell, I had never seen me like this.

I stalked across the room, digging the shattered cassette out of the debris of the camera.

"I am leaving and you will be hearing from my attorney about the divorce papers," I said as I started pulling the tape out in big wads. I moved in front of her looking her strait in the eye. My whole body was vibrating with barely contained rage. I noticed her trembling slightly.

"If you ever, and I mean EVER, try to fuck with my life again, I promise you the only job you will be able to get is being a twenty dollar crack whore. You will wish you could get a job as a stripper," I said in an eerily calm voice that could freeze molten magma instantly.

I put on my clothes, packed my stuff and left her standing there mute. I was half way to the hotel before I realized I was still wearing the panties. I began laughing. It was a welcome release.

*****

The judge was more than kind to me at the divorce proceeding. Since I had put my education on hold to support Alice’s schooling, he gave her all of our property except my car, and all the debt that went with it. This would allow me to go back to school and not worry about not being able to pay the bills. I heard much later that Alice had had several abusive relationships, and had been cheated on by several men. She had lost her job and had been hospitalized for sever depression. She had been over heard lamenting how she had thrown away the one kind and gentle man she had ever met. As for me I went back to school and graduated with honors. I now have a good job that I enjoy and a new loving wife that appreciates me. I didn't, however, get away unscathed. You see, one of the things I learned that night, besides blackmail and humiliation really piss me off, was that I rather enjoyed dressing in lacy feminine things…

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