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Now I'd lost control of my own. I could push anyone around: a multi-national company, a millionaire client, my wife. For weeks, I woke up every morning wishing I could just crawl into a hole and die. I really hated myself.

Even though my wife Stephie tried to help, she only made my feelings worse. Every time I saw Stephie, I saw my failure reflected in her soft eyes. I wanted to run, to scream. I hadn't cried since I was a damn kid! Stephie tried to help, but her efforts only made things worse. The first week she left me to my shame. The second week she tried to cheer me up, but she just couldn't understand what I was going through.

She'd say: "That's ok honey, I'll earn enough for both of us. She just couldn't understand that I wasn't worried about money, I had plenty of money in the bank. I needed my job to prove that I was the man. Her words cut into me like a rusty dagger. For weeks she fired off these encouragements at me in rapid succession. The humiliation stung so much that my self-respect began to die. I became quiet and passive.

All my sulking and passivity slowly led me to a state where I began to do what Stephie said without question. I no longer believed I had the right to speak my mind or to demand anything of my own. This was a total turn around from the way our marriage had been. In the past I was clearly in charge. This felt like Stephie'd made me submissive to her. Imagine that, I felt powerless against my little wife. I guess being physically small made my need to dominate others even stronger. I felt neutered. The third week, her comments seemed even more emasculating.

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At first, her words made me angry and I wanted to lash out. It took everything I had not to tell her to stuff it. I struggled to convince myself that I needed to just accept what she said without fighting back or getting angry.

I worked hard to train myself to remain passive. As time passed though, I became accustomed to her words. Gradually I stopped resisting. I still felt the sting of humiliation, but it no longer angered me. In the fifth or sixth week, Stephie's tone changed again. I guess she'd had enough of my moping. One day after getting home from work, while still in her smart suit and low heeled shoes, Stephie started on me. You may not be able to find a job outside the house, but that doesn't mean you can't work. There are lots of things that need to be done around here and I don't have the time to do them, with my job and all.

I knew she was Humiliating femdom stories, but I didn't like her tone. I couldn't understand why she didn't just ask me, why did she need to remind me of her job and my uselessness? These are your new duties. Who was she to tell me my "duties"? For the first time in my life, Stephie had just given me an order. In the past I would have told her where she could cram it, but surprisingly I couldn't now. I don't know exactly why, but being passive for so many weeks had sapped my will to stand up for myself. I stood there in stunned silence as she continued.

You can't find a damn job so you're as good as useless. I felt my spine tingle and what little resolve I'd found break. I earn the money, I'm the breadwinner. You aren't. That means I call the tune and you dance. Stephie watched my face as she reached down and removed her shoes, one at a time. Now take this list and start working.

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I expect you to complete the items on this list everyday. Do you understand me! They were still damp and warm. Then get the rest from the bedroom and polish those too. Then start with the rest of the list. I scanned the list, it was long. Besides, you haven't gotten one interview since you lost your job. Now get to work and don't say another word to me. You've made me angry. For the next few weeks, I did all the housework.

I cooked, cleaned and did laundry. I ironed.

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I shopped for food and cut the grass. I did my best, but that never seemed to be good enough for Stephie. The first week I could do nothing right.

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No matter how hard I cleaned, Stephie came home and found more dirt or identified something I'd missed at the store. Stephie always inspected my work the moment she got home, even before she removed her work clothes.

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The humiliation I'd felt before was nothing compared to what I felt watching Stephie walk around the house in her chic business suits and her pumps inspecting my work with me following her around, standing at attention in each room as she inspected. I felt like some sort of maid. As I'd predicted, this work Humiliating femdom stories up so much of my time that I literally didn't have any time to interview - not that many people wanted to interview me. I figured though, that I would free up some time soon because I was getting more efficient at doing my duties. Unfortunately, as I improved, Stephie added more.

For example, "doing laundry" soon meant more than just separating colors from whites and ramming them into the washer. Now I found myself hand-washing her underwear and nylons. I also learned to repair rips and replace buttons. My part of the laundry, by the way, was becoming smaller and smaller as I began to wear out my clothes.

Unfortunately, I wasn't getting any. We didn't have much money because we'd agreed not to invade our savings - I had the key, but the money was in her safe deposit box. Since Stephie's paycheck didn't go too far, Stephie refused to buy me new clothing; she spent our entire clothing budget on her work clothes.

This caused me a lot of grief. Working with all the household chemicals was taking a toll on my clothes. One by one my shirts and pants were becoming stained and ruined. Soon I was reduced to wearing old tee shirts and shorts. I needed to learn to sew just to keep what I had. I asked her for money and when she refused I begged her to get some money from the box.

I even gave her the key and told her she could control that money too, if she'd just buy me some new pants and shirts. Stephie took the key and then just laughed at my predicament. Soon you're going to run out of clothes. Then what will you wear? Are you planning on going naked around the house? I won't allow Humiliating femdom stories. She'd begun to wear those lately, I think just to emphasize her superiority over me. I don't think she'd ever worn three inch heels in the entire time I knew her until now.

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