"Come into the living room, hun," my wife called to me while I was in the office checking my e-mails.

"In a moment," I called back to her.

"Now please, dear," she said back. I shrugged my shoulders and headed into the living room only to find my wife sitting on the couch wearing a black no-sleeve shirt, pink skirt and black sandals.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"Mark, how long have we been together?" she asked me.

"Four years, Nicole. Why?" I returned her question with one of my own.

"How long have you looked at porn when I was away?" she asked me, knowing about my addiction.

"Um... I... uh..."

"And why is that you no longer please me in bed? Is your right hand too busy to do that?" she replied, giggling oddly.

"I don't understand what--"

"Mark, I'm this close to breaking up with you." She used both her thumb and index finger to show it.

"But..."

"And I'll leave you with nothing. But I want to leave you without a life unless... I don't know... beg me for forgiveness..."

"Beg you? What are you talking -- ab--OUT!!!" She pulled a gun out of her purse and pointed it right at my balls.

"Yes Mark... beg me," she replied, re-crossing her legs. "On your knees, unless you want to die right here."

"Uh... okay... okay... sure," I dropped to my knees and stared up at her; this was all happening so suddenly, I didn't know what to say.

"Beg," she simply said.

"I'm sorry, Nicole. I'm sorry for looking at porn. I'm sorry for.."

"You don't mean it," she replied, leaning back. "That's okay, though. I think I'll make you suffer, that way begging will be your only way out."

"What are you--"

"Stand up and strip, Mark. I want to see your small little penis I never get to look at anymore," I had no choice but to obey as I stood up and took off my shirt, then my socks, then my pants. Nicole let out a laugh. "Now, Mark... say 'Goddess, please let me kneel before you nude and remove your sandals'."

"Please goddess..." I acutally felt like I was begging, "please let me kneel before you nude and remove your sandals." she nodded, and just like that, my boxers were off and my dick just hung there. I knelt down and slowly began removing Nicole's dirty sandals.

"Lick my sandals, slave," she told me, still having me at gun point. I obeyed, and began licking her dirty sandals. "Lie on the floor," she told me, and I did, with her sandals in my face, and her barefeet crashing down on top of them. "What to they smell like, slave?"

"Roses," I replied meekly.

"Umhumm," she replied, laughing. "Do you like being a foot stool?"

"I love it goddess," I managed to reply.

"I've had a long day," she said, kicking her sandals off my face. "I want a foot bath -- that means massage and lick, Mark. Do it well," she told me. And so I kelt in front of her, her feet in my face as I began massaging and licking her feet from heel to toe over and over.

This continued for several hours until she lead me upstairs into her bedroom and forced me at gunpoint to begin dressing up in one of her skirts, and a dress.

"I'm in the mood for some entertainment," she told me. "And I know just who to call..."

"who?" I asked her.

"The girls from work... and your sister."

TBC

please continue

I enjoy the part about being forced to wear a skirt and dresses due to the humiliation factor, which really gets me aroused. I told my wife about it, and there are nights when she will order me to put on lingerie (fortunately, not at gun point!) before we have sex. She even will buy sexy costumes for me, like a cheerleader outfit, and order me to wear it. Again, the humiliation is what I find arousing.