Chapter 4

I’m driving home from a hard day at work, eagerly anticipating seeing her, and experiencing whatever she may have in store for me tonight. So many years of marriage, yet my passion has never slacked. I trust it is the same for her.

Work. While we may all fantasize about a life free from work, a life filled with nothing but service to a beautiful woman such things just aren’t possible for the overwhelming majority of people, nor should they be. We must all support ourselves, and even if our situation frees us from that responsibility, as people who enjoy a free society as our birthright due to the sacrifices of the past, we all must make an effort to pass our freedom along to the next generation.

I am thrilled to be one of the lucky ones, that vigilant guard of freedom is my work. At home, in her presence I may be a crawling pussy of a husband, cuckolded, regularly beaten for my failings, and alas brutally fucked in the ass by a delightful bitch of a wife, but at work I am a respected lobbyist in our state legislature.

I am executive director of the Index Institute of Public Policy, and we work to ensure that the freedoms so dearly bought for us by previous generations are protected at every turn.

Today I was lobbying against a bill currently before the legislature that would allow police to use silencers on their weapons within our state. Under current law silencers are completely illegal in our state, illegal for police and civilians alike. Today it was my job to try and make sure that it stays that way.

Our founding fathers were terrified of a standing army because they knew that such an army could be used to create fear within the people, which would allow tyranny to flourish. They were of course correct, but their dream of a nation without an army was short lived. As a trade off our armed forces do not operate within our borders. They are used only for war, not for policing the population. This has ensured stable government for our country, and helped to protect individual rights for all. We do not as an example suffer from the frequent coups that plague so many other nations in the Americas.

This delicate balance between military power and personal freedom is however being challenged, and has been for a number of years now because our police forces are being militarized. SWAT teams, automatic weapons, extraordinary tactics are all being utilized by police officers who look more like infantrymen than the keepers of the peace they are supposed to be.

Silencers are just the latest move to further militarize our police, one more possible step at removing them from the populace they are sworn to protect. We must halt this militarization, work to ensure that our police accurately reflect the population they are policing. My day was spent lobbying Committee Members, and of course the all-powerful Chairman in an attempt to stop this misguided legislation.

Unfortunately lobbying against possible police weaponry is difficult, and arguments are often not welcome. I’m certainly looking forward to an evening with her, the chance to forget about all these cares of the day as I pull into our driveway.

She greets me at the door, “It looks like you had a hard day.”

“Yes, but it looks like the Chairman just might decide to kill the silencer bill without a hearing, if so that would make things much easier.” I replied.

“Well, go get changed into something comfortable. Give yourself a nice enema while you are at it just in case I decide to fuck your little ass tonight, then come and make dinner. Just one plate tonight. I’ll fix you a drink and you can tell me all about it later.” She said.

I left her to clean up, clean myself out, and when I was ready started cooking spaghetti. She had my drink prepared as promised, a good-sized slug of fine bourbon with a dollop of her spittle floating on top. A Dark and Juicy she had named the drink she invented for me long ago.

I remembered her instruction “Just one plate tonight” and was looking forward to the humiliating experience it promised. As dinner simmered I set the table, one place setting only as desired, and included on the table a cute little cat food bowl we had found some time back with the word ‘Pussy’ upon it. Dinner ready I filled her plate as she sat down, a double serving upon it.

I stood as her waiter while she ate, refilling her wine glass and fetching her whatever she desired. Doing so gave me a good chance to relax, to take my mind away from the cares of my day.

When she was finished she scraped all the leftovers off of her plate and into the ‘Pussy Bowl.’ A goodly amount since I knew to place a double serving before her. She looked over at me and said “Dinner was very good, but I think that it might need a bit more seasoning for your taste, let me take care of that for you.”

She then sat the bowl on the floor, dropped her tight jeans and squatted over it. She let her bladder loose and covered the food in the bowl, my dinner, with her delightful golden nectar. Her job done she stood and I promptly placed my face into the cleft between her legs and licked the remaining droplets of piss from her cunt.

She pulled her jeans back into place and strode from the room saying, “Enjoy your dinner pussy boy.”

Enjoy it I did!

I finished my dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then we watched a bit of TV before heading off to bed. She joined me in my bedroom for a while, relaxing together. I told her of my day while she absent-mindedly yet quite cruelly used her long and sharp fingernails on my nipples, my cock, and my balls. She likes to keep them nice and tender, likes me to feel pain within them always, and she does quite a good job of it, generally I’m always able to feel her torments well into the next day.

When we had talked ourselves out, reached that perfect state of relaxation I was permitted to lightly kiss her goodnight, my lips upon her divine ass.