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Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 14 - Sexuality

The polishing of Onda's shoes marked the beginning of what's been my main function at home ever since: to serve. 

There is hardly anything in the house I don't have to take care of. My size makes every simple task quite -sometimes very- difficult, but almost never impossible. A number of devices (either provided by Molly or mysteriously brought home by Onda) enable me to reach almost everywhere. These consist mainly of a set of ladders of different lengths, rather light to carry, with rungs proportional to my body, and rubber ends to prevent them from sliding. I also use long rods with an interchangeable system of small devices attached to the ends, with which I can get to the remotest spots and corners. Cleaning, cooking, ironing, grooming, watering, fixing. You name it. The bulk of my day is devoted to maintaining the house spotless. What used to take me a few hours when I was my normal size (on the rare occasions I volunteered to help my wife) now engages me for most of the week. 

I must say I'm quite proud of our home nowadays. Every shelf is dusted; every piece of metal shines; every room smells good. The whole household is kept to perfection in order to honor my queen. All this cleaning and maintenance is done when no one is at home. By the time Onda comes back from work I've pretty much finished with my chores and gotten dressed nicely for my wife. For from the minute she enters the apartment my task is to serve her. 

Depending on her wishes, I help take her shoes and some clothes off and change into something more comfortable. I massage her feet, neck, back, shoulders, legs, arms, or whatever she tells me to. I warm her hands if they are cold; I scratch her head and brush her beautiful hair. I lie down at her feet for her to rest on or play with me. I help her wash off her light make-up; I manicure and pedicure her. I serve her dinner, coffee, a drink. Whatever she needs. Bath or shower time is the best. I soap her body and shampoo her hair. I clean off every bit of skin; I deal with any infrequent zit or pimple right away. If Onda is in the mood and I've behaved myself, she may also wash me in the process. The pleasures of such occasions could fill up chapters and chapters of a book. And the sexual intercourse sensations that usually await us are just impossible to express with words. 

All this is nowadays, three years after my shrinking and a number of months after Onda decided I had achieved the stage to deserve it. The beginning, though, was quite different and hard. I had to learn everything from scratch and not without resistance and consequent punishment. 

As I told you last time, my first task ever was to polish Onda's shoes. That same night she ended up squeezing my penis badly when I tried to masturbate in front of her. I spent most of the next day in my cage, my penis still in pain, until she came back from work. Once home, my wife ordered me out of my cage and took me to the kitchen to eat. Then she gave me a small pail with soapy water and pieces of cloth, brushes and scrubs, and told me to start cleaning the wall skirting around the house. While she read the paper, watched some TV, and made a few phone calls, I industriously worked at my job. Of course I couldn't finish it all, but I managed to do quite well. 

As in the previous day, I ended up under the sink faucet again. My desire for Onda hadn't diminished in the least and my penis grew rock-hard throughout the shower. I had to fight my impulse to fondle myself for I didn't want to get punished again. 

Masturbation had happened before, but only occasionally. Although I had felt sexual arousal from the very first time my wife exercised her power over me, it had taken me very long to understand and, finally, accept it. I had also spent many months dealing with the healing from her terrible retaliations at my escape attempts, so my sexuality went into a second plane. But little by little, I had started to fantasize about her dominating me, and the situation multiplied itself when I was allowed out of my cage and the psychological interaction shifted from a captor-prisoner to a master-slave one. The first physical contact, as when I had to massage her feet, marked the beginning of my mad desire. 

Obviously Onda was aware of this process, but her plans didn't seem to include any sort of sexual manifestations, which made everything only harder. Her official banning of masturbation came at the worst possible time and I just couldn't obey it. During the following days, when my wife wasn't home and I was in my cage, I masturbated frantically, cumming seven -sometimes more- times a day. It got a little better after a while, but I was still extremely horny when one evening, while massaging Onda's feet, she said, 

"Pril, I told you clearly a while ago that you're not allowed to masturbate. Do you remember that?" 

"Y- Yes", I responded a bit hesitantly. 

"Have you been doing it?” she asked. 

"N- No, Onda, I haven't", I lied, already starting to regret it. 

"You also know you're not allowed to lie, don't you?” she added a little more firmly. 

"Of course, Onda", I added quickly, trying to sound matter-of-fact, knowing I was getting into deep trouble. 

"So you aren't lying to me when you say that you aren't masturbating", she said slowly. 

"No, my queen. I'm not lying", I finished quietly, starting to pray. 

And with this, she reached out for her bag and pulled out a little transparent plastic container, not unlike camera films, which had inside a few drops of a clear substance. 

"This container", Onda explained, "has in it some very interesting stuff that won't do any harm if you are telling the truth. If you are lying, though, it will make your pee turn blue, as a consequence of the sperm residue around your genital organs. And I really hope you aren't lying Prilly, because if your pee-pee turns blue, it will still be a light tone compared to the color of your penis when I've done with you." 

Then she opened the container, placed it on the floor next to me and said, 

"Pee in it" 

My heart sank. My legs began to shake. A cold sweat bathed me in a second. 

"Onda", I said, "I." 

"Pee in it!” Onda said, raising her voice a little. 

I slowly pulled my thing out of my toga. It looked very little and it was extremely crumpled. There were also a few drops of pee that had involuntarily come out, consequence of my fear. A ridiculous jet of pee went right into the container. It turned deep blue immediately. 

Onda slowly took up the container, rose to her feet, and started to walk to the kitchen. I meekly trotted after her, my fear growing, as I still didn't know what she would do to me. 

"Onda", I called. There was no answer. 

"Onda, please", my voice betrayed my panic. "Please, Onda, I couldn't help it. My queen, I dream of you." 

Without even looking at me she threw the container into the garbage can and walked back to the living room. I was still following her, sobbing at her feet, trying to get her attention. She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and easily took me up from the floor and placed me on her lap. With an indifferent look and never answering my pleadings, she removed my toga and passed a finger across my arms, fixing them tight behind my back. With the other fingers of the same hand she grabbed my legs and bent them firmly back, thus holding all my extremities behind me and exposing my body for her to operate. She was very calm, fully in control. 

"When I give you an order, what do you have to do?” came the inevitable question. 

"Obey, my, queen. Please, I beg from you." I started to cry, desperate with terror. 

Onda took my penis with her fingers, right at the joint with my testicles, and squeezed it until I felt it was being pulverized. The pain was excruciating, I cried in agony. Then she slowly worked her way down to my tip, very slowly, bit by bit. She continued to pinch and squeeze hard every section of my thing, with different fingers, in different positions. I was burning with ache; I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to break free from her grip with the little strength I had left, but it was in vain. She held me tight with her hand; there was nothing I could do. As my frustration grew, my fear got hold once more of my whole self and I started to beg disconsolately for mercy. It fell on deaf ears. 

Once she finished with her fingers she started to use her nails, which she's always kept rather long. My agony became even more intense; I seriously started to be concerned about the future of my penis. I cried like mad, my sight got blurred behind my tears, and I bit badly my own lips. 

"What do you have to do when I give you an order?” her voice hadn't lost even a little of composure. 

"Obey! Obey!" I shouted at the top of my voice. 

"Are you going to lie again?" she asked, still calmly. 

"No, my queen. No, please, no." 

Then the worst came. She took my testicles between her fingers and started to apply her punishment to them. The first squeeze sent the pain up to my throat. A jet of vomit came out of my mouth and I became immediately dizzy. From then on my recollections of the rest of it are very confused. I know she worked at her "correction" for quite a long time. I also remember she asked me once more about the obedience and about masturbating. If I answered, I don't remember what I said, but I have no doubt that I got the message. The message I've been getting from the beginning of things. The message that rules my life.

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Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 13 - First ‘free’ day

The day after, I waited impatiently for Onda's return from work. Once she walked into the room she ordered me out of the cage and said, 

"Pril, today you'll be allowed to be out of your cage without the ribbon around your neck. You are to keep close to me, though, and not walk away unless I tell you. If I happen to send you beyond the reach of my sight you are to finish quickly what you are told to do and come back to me immediately. Any unnecessary delay won't be tolerated. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, my queen", I said. 

Right after this Onda rose to her feet and walked out of the room. I followed her closely, as I had done when guided by the ribbon. First we went to the kitchen for supper as usual. It still felt funny not to have the ring around my neck, but I was really enjoying the new way. Then we continued to the living room. Onda sat on the sofa and, removing her office shoes, said to me, 

"Take them to the bedroom and bring my slippers instead." 

I was a little taken aback, since it would be the first time I'd have to go to a different room from where she was. But the look Onda gave me corrected my hesitation right away. Her shoe size is more or less my height, but they are relatively light to carry, so I took both of them at once and came back with her slippers as quickly as I could. As I put them down next to her feet she said, 

"Massage them". 

I grabbed one of her feet with both my hands and started working my way from her toes down. I pressed as hard as I could, digging my thumbs into her soles. My wife has always been an extremely clean person and, although I could smell the day's sweat, it was by no means unbearable. 

"That's good, sweetie", Onda said as I massaged on. It was probably the first compliment I had heard from her in well over a year and, although flattered, I also thought it was gaining me some kudos and I adopted a more relaxed way. After a few seconds she slightly shifted position when I was still working on a certain spot. 

"Hey, don't move them yet", I complained. 

Before I knew it I saw Onda jump up to her feet, put her hands on her hips, and look at me with threatening eyes. 

"What did you say?” she demanded. 

"I - I hadn't finished with your." 

Onda pushed me with her right foot and knocked me down to the floor. 

"Onda I." 

She slowly started to press her foot over my flattened body, her big toe right under my chin. 

"Is it just my imagination or have I just heard you trying to tell me what to do?” she asked, increasing the pressure. 

Her toe was choking my throat and her foot squeezing my whole being. I tried to speak again but she pressed her toe on my throat even more. 

"If I want to move my feet I'll do it, and you'll shut your mouth. If I want to do whatever I feel like doing, you'll stay there without uttering a word until I tell you what to do. Is that understood?" 

I managed to give out a "Yes" and she released the pressure pushing me forward in the process. I rolled a little over myself and managed to stand back on my feet. Onda sat again on the sofa and said, 

"Now continue with your work and don't say another word". 

I obeyed and continued to massage until I was told to stop. 

"Now put my slippers on my feet", she ordered. 

I did. 

Onda crossed her legs and sent me to bring her the newspaper. It was lying on the desk and I reached it climbing on a chair. When I gave it to her she ordered me to sit down. After a quarter of an hour or so she put it down and stood up. 

"Come with me", she said. 

I followed her into the bedroom. She had brought with her a section of the paper, which she dropped on the floor, next to me. 

"Stretch it out and put my shoes on it". 

And she disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with a little bag, which she also dropped next to me. 

"In that bag you'll find shoe polish and several brushes and pieces of cloth", she said. "I want you to polish the pair of shoes I just took off and leave it clean as new". And she added, "Pril, this is going to be one of your regular obligations, so you better start getting used to it". 

And with this she just left the room and I found myself standing in front of this huge pair of shoes, facing a job I couldn't even figure out how to realize. The shoe business took me a long time. I have always been quite meticulous about my own hygiene and appearance, but I would have never dreamed of cleaning anyone else's shoes, not even my wife's. Now I had to apply all my efforts to this task, and what I wouldn't dream of was refusing to do it. When I finished I found my whole body covered with black polish, from my face and toga down to my bare feet. I was also sweating and dying for some washing. My first impulse was to go to the living room and tell Onda I had finished, but I was afraid she'd punish me because she hadn't told me to do that. I was right. I just waited there double checking the shoes and tidying up the little mess I had left where I worked. 

Onda came to the room and took one of the shoes in her hands. She examined it exhaustibly and nodded with approval as I waited expectantly. Then she took the other one and nodded again. 

"Well done", she said. "Follow me", she added. 

I followed her to the bathroom. 

"Take off your clothes", she ordered. 

Once I did this she grabbed me by my chest and put me gently in the sink and proceeded to turn on the faucet right above my head. She also handed me a small bar of soap, like those you see in hotels, which was quite large for me but not impossible to handle. She sat on the bathtub edge and watched me as I showered. I hadn't had a warm bath since the day I had been shrunken. The feeling was absolute bliss. The sight of Onda overlooking my nudity didn't go without effect. I couldn't stop looking back at her beauty, neither could I prevent an embarrassing erection which lasted throughout the whole shower. Towards the end I couldn't refrain myself anymore and I started caressing my penis, rubbing it with my hands. 

"Stop that", came Onda's command. 

I tried to obey but my desire was making me mad. I continued rubbing, gradually increasing the speed, my eyes rolling in ecstasy. Onda quickly flipped the faucet off and firmly grabbed my penis between her thumb and index. She pressed it so badly that all the pleasurable process building up turned instantly into killing pain. 

"No masturbation", Onda said stressing her words. "You are not to masturbate either in my presence or behind my back, whether I'm home or not. You owe me complete chastity and it's yet to be seen what we'll do about your little needs". 

She squeezed my thing even more, making me twist with pain. 

"If I ever discover that you've disobeyed me in this respect I won't spare you any suffering. You're mine, and so is your sex". 

And with this she let go of my penis. I bent over myself, badly hurt, completely wet, and utterly confused. Then she put me back on the floor, handed me my second rough toga and made me follow her into the bedroom. As usual, I kissed her feet good night and limped back into my cage ending, thus, my first ‘free’ day. 

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