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Housework
By Madcat
A tale of love, lust and female domination in a modern marriage.


"Honey, I'm home." Jim told his lovely wife as she loaded the dishwasher. He
walked thru the door and set down his brief case. God, he needed a beer.

"Hello. How was your day?" Maureen replied, not really caring. Jim's tales of
death defying accounting and brazen bookkeeping bored her to tears. "There's a
to-do list on the 'fridge."

The male sighed. Not another freakin' to-do list, he thought to himself. He
was the goddamn bread winner, not some slave. But Maureen treated him as such.
So far this month Jim had redone a bathroom, painted, and landscaped, all on
top of his routine chores. He even cooked and cleaned when his beautiful wife
asked for help.

They had been married going on 6 months now. While they were dating, Jim found
Maureen's passion for life exciting. But the young man quickly learned that
great girlfriends don't always make great wives. Her passion gave way to a
domineering personality. The couple argued a lot, especially considering they
got hitched only a short time ago. Even worse, Maureen always seemed to win
their petty little battles.

Jim was rapidly growing tired of this deteriorating situation. He loved his
wife dearly but deeply resented the fact that she seemed to be taking control
of their marriage. So the handsome young male went to her from behind, cupped
her heavenly breasts, and nibbled on her neck just the way she liked.

"Come on, wouldn't we have more fun just hanging out." He whispered
seductively.

When the girl turned to face him, his marital concerns disappeared. Maureen
was positively gorgeous. She stood tall, almost equaling his 6 feet. Beautiful
brown eyes graced her sumptuous face. Sweet chestnut brown hair highlighted
those come hither eyes.

But it was her long, elegant body that took his breath away. Maureen had
modeled in past and she knew how to make the most of her bountiful assets.
Beautiful round breasts dominated her long chest. They gave way to a wonderful
hour glass waist and a tight, toned ass. Her long, sleek legs seemed to go on
forever. Truth be told, he married Maureen not because of her personality but
because she was the best looking girl he had ever seen.

"Oh, we'll have lots of fun. We always do." The girl said kissing him
passionately. Things quickly got out of hand as the two newlyweds went at it.
Soon, young Jim was naked and his lusty wife forced him down to the floor. She
took him then and there in the middle of the kitchen.

As the male lay on the hard wood floor with his manhood deep inside his
gorgeous bride, it struck him how much control Maureen already had on their
relationship. He would be working on the to-do list tonight. Even more
disturbing was his current situation. Maureen had taken control in the bedroom
too. Not that he didn't enjoy it. The gorgeous brunette certainly knew how to
please a man. But Maureen almost always called the shots as to when, where and
how they did it.

Jim made up his mind to change that as he lay with his hands pinned
uncomfortably to the floor. He would take her tonight his way, like a man
should. Maybe Jim would even insist on a blow job. He hadn't one of those in
more than six months.

His chance came around 10PM. The young couple liked to turn in early so they
had plenty of time for nocturnal activities. Maureen entered the bedroom from
the bathroom wearing just panties and a bra. Even in her underwear, the
ex-model dressed to impress. Her white lace panties contrasted nicely with her
soft tanned skin. A push-up bra made her natural C-cups look like Pam
Anderson's more famous rack.

He went to her immediately, planning to take control from the start. Jim
kissed his elegant wife hungrily. Maureen noticed the difference right away.
She usually initiated the sex but the girl was more than willing to let Jim do
his thing. They fell together on the bed with the man on top for a change.

Jim pinned her arms and smothered the willing girl with kisses. It felt
wonderful to be calling the shots for a change. Even Maureen seemed to be
enjoying the change of pace. After a couple of minutes he released her arms
and unwittingly removed his wife's bra. His plan of male domination
immediately started to unravel.

It didn't seem like much at first. Maureen grabbed his head and positioned his
mouth over her tingling nipples. Jim went to work eagerly, still thinking that
this was his gig. As he stimulated her breasts, Maureen began to develop other
needs, centered between her legs. And Maureen was a very demanding woman.

She began to direct her husband's head to address her more pressing
requirements. Still laboring under an incorrect assumption not to mention past
history, Jim obeyed her at first. He kissed her hard, flat tummy.

But her hands continued to press him. As Maureen's plan became clear, Jim
started to resist. Getting on his knees and orally servicing his wife just
didn't seem like his idea of taking charge. The man tried desperately to shift
forward but found he could not. His busty wife responded by gripping his hair
painfully and redoubling her efforts.

Sadly, big Jim found himself already perilously close to her sex. His efforts
had been too little too late to change the outcome of this confrontation. The
only options left to him was to escalate this into a full fledged fight, which
the normally conservative male found unconscionable or to submit. As in the
past, he chose the latter option.

In an ironic twist of fate, his submission came too slowly to satisfy his
wife. His brief and ultimately ineffectual resistance had touched a raw nerve
in the busty brunette. She reacted in a primal way, wanting to dominate and
control. These emotions fused with her raging lust. It built into an
uncontrollable need and became all about her at that point. Her husband
existed only to serve. He had unwittingly unleashed a lioness.

Maureen continued her devastating hold on his hair and pressed him hard
against her feminine mound. She still wore her panties but that meant naught
to the beautiful young woman. She just needed to feel him between her legs.

Jim, for his part in this tragic experiment, alternated between service and
rebellion. He wanted to satisfy her, knowing deep in his heart that was the
only way out. But she was hurting him too. Maureen threatened to pull his hair
out but the roots and she ground her hot pussy on his face with incredible
force. Yet the man could not escape his feminine prison.

The situation teased and taunted the young woman. Try as she may, Maureen
could not get to where she wanted to go. Her panties blocked the access her
husband needed to finish the job. Burning with an uncontrollable desire, the
big chested brunette sat up, rising goddess-like over her kneeling male slave.

He glanced up with his face still pressed against her lacey panties. Jim could
tell this was far from over. To prove that, his gorgeous wife pushed him over
backwards. When he reflexively tried to rise, the woman forced him back down
with a long, sexy leg to his chest.

The message was clear to the male: submit or suffer the consequences. Again,
he chose the path of obedience. Making a final point, Maureen reached down and
ripped of his bikini briefs in a symbolic gesture of female control. The
polyester fabric parted like paper, proving she was much more than just a
pretty face.

Maureen smiled as she saw his manhood at full attention. To her, that
validated her actions. But she had no immediate desire for his masculine
thing. Maureen wanted his complete submission. She doffed her undies and let
her bra fall away. Then the naked vixen straddled his shoulders, grabbed his
hair, and started round 2 of the female dominated suck-fest.

Jim had orally serviced his wife too many time to count. He enjoyed doing it
and she liked it even more. But none of his past experiences could compare to
this. Even round 1 seemed relatively tame by comparison. Maureen handled him
brutally. Jim foolishly resisted at first but all of the arm waving and foot
kicking only fueled her perverted fantasies. With her full weight on his
shoulders, there was nothing the male could do to challenge her authority.

This unto itself was new. In the past, Jim submitted to her rule voluntarily,
always thinking he could at some point reverse his decision. But this time
there would be no reversals. He was totally under her physical control and at
her mercy. And there was precious little of that to be had.

Suffice it to say, he finally submitted to her again. His tongue skillfully
probed her nether regions. Maureen came repeatedly, covering her husband with
her juices. Her need seemed almost bottomless as she got off on both his
probing tongue and the physical act of domination.

She face sat him for almost an hour before the woman's lust ran its course.
Amazingly at that point, the busty brunette slid back and impaled herself on
his still wooden shaft. This time Jim came almost immediately, effectively
ending his pathetic little attempt at taking control in the bedroom.

They retired that evening without talking. Both man and woman seemed to be
overtaken by the savagery of the event. It was crystal clear to both that
their relationship would change. Neither knew how far or how fast.

Not surprisingly, Maureen slept like a new born babe. She had been deeply
satisfied and saw things moving in the right direction. Jim, however, tossed
and turned. He could not deny that he was a little afraid of his beautiful
bride now. His attempt to exert a little male influence in their marriage had
backfired badly and allowed his already domineering bride to demonstrate a
frightening level of sexual power. For the first time, Jim considered leaving
his new wife.

The male dreamed unspeakable things that night. The only good thing was that
he could remember few of the horrible details. 5:30 AM came bright and early.

He faced a long commute into the city and got up at the same time as his
over-achieving wife. Jim said little as they showered and changed. Maureen
didn't press the issue, realizing her man needed a little space.

It is said that time heals all wounds. While not exactly true, it surely
helped young Jim. He went to work full of self pity and doubt, feeling
emasculated by his wife's actions. A few hours later he realized that the
world wasn't coming to an end, that he still had a penis and that he could
still control his destiny. Jim would try to work things out with Maureen. If
she refused to change, then there was plenty other fish in the sea.

By the time he got home, the young man wanted to confront his wife and force a
resolution to their problems. Little did he know she had the much the same
plan, but a totally different idea about how to accomplish it.

Jim stormed thru the front door in his suit and tie. He found his wife in the
kitchen cooking dinner. She wore cute little blue shorts and tank top that
clung to her sexy body like a second skin. But this time the male was not to
be distracted from his holy and righteous task

"Maureen, we have to talk." He stated, his hands on his hips.

She knew this was coming. Jim was so predictable. Maureen could read it in his
hurt little face that morning. So what if she got a little rough with him last
night. It's not like he didn't enjoy it. They squabbled almost all the time
now. It just wasn't working anymore. She needed to put him in his place once
and for all.

"I know." The busty brunette said, spinning around. "And I know just what to
do about it."

"You do?" Jim replied. He had a long speech prepared, but already his
beautiful wife had thrown him off track.

She grabbed him by the tie and led her handsome hubby into the family room.
The furniture had been pushed away. In the center lay two pairs of boxing
gloves. Jim was no rocket scientist but he quickly ordained their meaning.

"You want to box?" the man said incredulously. His wife, despite her dominant
side, always acted like a flower of femininity. She hated sports, never fished
or hiked, and thought Oprah should run for president.

"You got it, big boy. Our marriage suffers from a lack of a dominant partner.
On TV today I saw a couple who solves their arguments this way. I thought it
might work for us." Maureen announced with her hands on her lovely hips. It
was the 'her way or the highway' posture.

"This is stupid." Jim shot back. He could not conceive of hitting his gorgeous
wife.

Sadly, she had other ideas. "Take off your suit."

"Huh?"

The buxom brunette quickly began to undress her perplexed husband.

"You can't box in your nice clothes. I'd hate to get blood all over them." She
explained with a cocky grin. "I'm just joking. These are sixteen ounce gloves.
They won't do any real damage."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the man asked nervously as his wife
unbuttoned his shirt.

Again Maureen smiled broadly. It was a wonderful smile, proud and confident
yet disarming and beguiling. "You and I have been fighting since we got
married. We are both madly in love but we both want to wear the pants in the
relationship. This should put things to rest, once and for all."

"But ... " Jim protested as the woman unzipped his pants.

"If you can beat me, Jim, I'll immediately give you that blow job you have
been asking for. Right here, right now. No more honey do lists. And we'll
watch ESPN every night."

It started to sound appealing to the male who had yet to even entertain the
thought of losing (that would happen soon). By the time his pants hit the
floor, he had agreed to box his buxom bride.

Jim strapped on the gloves wearing just his baby blue bikini briefs. Even at
this point, he was under no male chauvinistic delusions. This would be no push
over. His wife was about his height and weight. And while she detested most
sports, she exercised regularly. Aerobics, dance, yoga, Maureen did them all.
Tanned muscles lined her 5-11 frame.

He glanced down at his own under-developed body. Jim jogged every weekend but
that was about the extent of his exercise. Accounting did little to build his
body. While not fat, his slender chest and arms failed to impress. He suddenly
wished he spent more time at the gym.

Maureen came out with a confident swagger. They touched gloves in the middle
of the room. His eyes gravitated to her magnificent rack.

"No boob shots, mister, or I'll make you pay. Understand?" The busty brunette
remarked as she nudged his manhood with her right glove.

"I understand." Jim gulped. He unexpectedly began to feel naked and vulnerable
in the skimpy blue bikini. Jim had always been a boxers man prior to his
marriage, but Maureen insisted he change his style. She went so far as trash
his boxers, leaving him no choice but to wear her choice of briefs.

"May the better sex win." The beautiful young bride said with her patented
smile.

"May the better sex win." Jim repeated confidently. Despite Maureen's superior
body, he still considered this to be a man's game.

She walked over to an end table, took off a glove and set a kitchen timer. The
busty babe quickly slid her hand back in and returned to the middle of the
ring. The battle of the sexes was on.

It started with a lackluster display. Jim threw some tentative jabs, unable to
over-come the age old admonition not to hit a girl. Maureen suffered from no
such inhibitions. But her husband's jabbing and her inexperience kept her from
landing any good blows. The girl quickly found real boxing to be a far cry
from her cardio-kickboxing class.

With 30 seconds left in the first round, the action heated up. Jim caught
Maureen almost accidentally with a jab. It snapped her pretty little head back
and stunned the female fighter.

"Are you OK?" he asked, dropping his guard.

BAM! The buxom brawler replied with a fist to his stomach. Obviously she was
just fine. But Jim wasn't. Already winded from 2 minutes of boxing, her blow
drove the remaining air from his lungs.

The round ended with Maureen pounding her nearly defenseless husband. All he
could do is cover up. Fortunately, his busty bride lacked the experience to
finish him. Her wild punches bounced off his arms and shoulders.

DING! The alarm ended the first round. "Saved by the bell, eh?" Maureen
commented. She was smiling happily again as she stood over her stooped
husband.

Jim straightened up slowly, watching for any surprises. The first round had
been a hard lesson for him. His wife proved that she could take a punch and
that she could hurt him. There was no doubt that the female had won the first
round. The ball was in his court now.

His lungs labored mightily as he watched his wife. Her luscious body beckoned
to him as she coyly replaced an errant lock of hair. A slight sheen of sweat
shimmered on her sensual skin, causing her skintight outfit to become even
more so. Maureen smiled back devilishly. She enjoyed the look of doubt and
fear in his eyes.

Yet big Jim was far from finished. He steeled his nerves. This was his last
chance to put things right in his lopsided marriage. Everything rested on this
next round. He came out swinging when Maureen announced the start of round
two.

It was a side to Jim that she had never seen before: sheer male ferocity on an
awesome scale. The inexperienced female knew naught about defense. His fists
landed on her chin, cheek and flank. All the buxom brunette could do was
retreat under the punishing barrage.

His right fist impacted on her left breast quite by accident. In the flurry of
punches, such things happened. The girl yelped in pain but big Jim wouldn't
stop. Not this time. She was going down. A left hook to the chin drove her
back to the wall. The buxom brawler was trapped now.

And she knew it. Maureen launched herself at her husband. She caught him with
a two handed push and he stumbled back, giving his wonderful wife a moment's
respite and some breathing room.

Panting hard, Jim came right back at her. He had unleashed the animal inside.
It had been many years since the fury had been out of its cage. But now there
was no putting it back until victory had been achieved. He launched a big
right hook.

That Maureen ducked! Virtually every one of his blows this round had landed on
target. Somehow the bitch ducked the one designed to put her down. Jim spun
around with the unused momentum of his failed attack.

This opened up his vulnerable flank to a female counter assault. Her left fist
impacted his right kidney, temporarily paralyzing his side. Next came a blow
to his unprotected stomach. He doubled over. The busty brawler put him down
with wild left to the head.

Jim ended up on his hands and knees at her feet. She had put him there with
just three punches. In contrast, he had hit her at least a dozen times. Yet
his blows had little effect other than to piss her off. It suddenly seemed all
too clear. He glanced up her long sleek legs, past her luscious loins, to her
dominating breasts. The idea of losing became a chilling reality for big Jim.

"One - Two - Three ... " Maureen counted him out, again with her hand on her
hips in the classic female power pose.

The male tried to stand but flopped forward. A little voice in his head told
him to stay down. He was overmatched.

"Five ... ... Six ... ... ." Her count slowed down. It was almost as if she
wanted him to get up so she could continue the male massacre.

A louder voice ordered him to stand. Losing this fight would be only the
beginning of a long nightmare. The nearly nude male jumped to his feet. He
swayed slightly but he was up. They touched gloves.

"Your funeral." The girl predicted.

Jim was about to respond but her fist cut him off. She hit him on the chin
with such force it spun the scantily clad fighter around. His knees naturally
buckled and big Jim flopped ignominiously to the floor. She was right. It was
his funeral. This time he lay sprawled out, barely conscious.

It would have been game over if not for the kitchen timer. It ended the round
with a DING. Big Jim crawled over to his corner and used the couch to stand.
The male felt like he had been hit by a female truck. When he turned around,
there she was, 2 feet away, within easy punching range. The male recoiled in
fear.

"You want some water?" she asked with barely suppressed glee. It was obvious
to both fighters that she had beaten him in each round. Not that this fight
would be decided with a decision. It was a knockout or submission contest.

"Sure." He replied in a shaky voice. Jim took the bottle of water as his eyes
studied her impudent young breasts and wicked grin. For once, Maureen's smile
didn't light up the room. Instead it cast a pall over it.

"You hit me in my boob last round." The buxom brunette pointed out.

"I'm sorry. It was an accident."

"I'd be careful of your cock. I could have an accident too." She said, nudging
him with her glove between his legs.

Big Jim stepped back but the couch stopped him. Her red glove remained on his
sex. "Maureen, please, I didn't ... "

His beautiful wife cut him off. "What's fair is fair. Now quit whining and
lets fight." Maureen hissed as she stepped backwards into the middle of the
room.

"Aren't - Aren't you going to set the timer." He asked plaintively. It had
been his best friend in the fight so far.

"Nah. This is the last round. One way or the other." The girl said, beckoning
him unto her heavenly bosom with her red gloves.

Jim came forth almost reluctantly this time. The rage that drove him last
round had all but vanished. A dread replaced it. He feared his wife now, her
and what she would do to him.

About that time, he felt the first bulging in his skimpy little bikini briefs.
Jim looked down and saw the astonishing shape of his aroused sexuality
outlined in blue.

"Hey, look, Jimmy likes getting beat up by a girl." His wife pointed out for
him.

"No I don't!" He doth protested too loudly.

"Don't worry baby. If you like getting your ass kicked, I'm happy to help
out." The buxom brunette said as she gave him a playful jab in the face.

Burning with shame, Jim launched himself at the female. He flailed away wildly
this time. Unlike the last round though, his blows bounced off his stunning
wife as if he was hitting a marble statue of womanhood. She chuckled as he
demonstrated male weakness.

Then her right fist came out of nowhere, from down low, split his hands and
clocked him on the chin. Poor Jim was thrown back. He landed on the couch,
stunned by his sudden demise.

"Come on, baby. Don't let a girl beat you up. Unless, of course, you like it."
She said pointing to his crotch.

It left Jim looking down at his thing. His cock had slipped free, as it was
wont to do in such skimpy underwear. And yes, it was big and hard like a titan
missile.

The male struggled to stand in his weakened state. He desperately tried to
cover himself from the spying eyes of the female, but that proved impossible
while wearing big boxing gloves. His movements became panicky as he realized
the girl could deck him at any time.

"Let me help you." Maureen offered. She slid her thumbs into his bikini, on
opposite sides of his throbbing shaft, and slowly slid them down.

Big Jim watched in horror as they fell to the ground. He stood naked and
aroused before his fully clothed wife. It was over now. They both knew it.

"Are you ready?" the girl asked, her breasts stuck out like giant war medals.

"No, please, don't. You win. I give up." the once proud man begged her,
shaking with terror.

"I have to. Fair is fair. You won't respect me if I don't." He tried to cover
himself but she batted his hands away. "Lets get this over with."

And so Jim complied, resigning himself to a horrible fate. He put his hands
behind his back and waited for the hammer to fall.

Fortunately, Maureen was a merciful woman. She used her left and hit him with
only half her power. The bigness off the glove shielded him from the worst of
the blow. Yet, it was more than enough to drop the naked man like a sack of
flour.

"Please, no more. I beg you. I'll do anything." He said, groveling at her
feet.

"Will you now?"

Big Jim continued to prostrate himself before his lovely wife, going so far as
to kiss her sweet toes. It came as a huge surprise when her shorts and panties
hit her ankles just in front of his eyes. He looked up at her magnificent bush
as Maureen stepped out of her clothes.

She sat on the couch and spread her long, gorgeous legs. "You know what to
do." The girl purred, wearing just her tee shirt.

And so he did. Without any further ado, the battered male started with her
ankles and kissed his way up her leg. He needed no encouragement or
instructions. He knew his job and he did it, growing with excitement as he
approached her crowning nexus. When their lips met (his upper/her lower) Jim
knew his marriage was far from over. It had been reborn, transformed into
something better.

Maureen smiled at a job well done. She reached over and grabbed the remote
control and flicked on the TV. "Oh, good, Oprah." The busty brunette moaned.
It didn't get any better than this.