Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 4 - First escape attempt

Next morning, after spending the whole night fantasizing about my escape, I waited impatiently for Onda to finish her home routine. Right after her last touches, she came down to my cage and said, 

"Very well, Pril, today we'll see how good your progress is so far. You are to stay all day in your cage with the door open. Do not attempt to come out, let alone escape, for you won't like the consequences. Is that understood?” 

"Yes", I said. 

"Yes, what?” she demanded. 

"Yes, my queen", I said meekly. 

With this she proceeded to open the cage door, and left the room. I couldn't see the rest of the house from my position, but I had gotten used to guessing quite a few actions using my ears, so I paid close attention to the sound of her fading steps, the unlocking of the front door, and the relocking of it. 

Silence. 

‘Yes’, I thought. 

I still decided to wait further 15 minutes to make absolutely sure that she wouldn't come back after forgetting something behind, or anything like that. After what seemed an eternal quarter of an hour, I took my very first step out and I stood there surprisingly insecure as to what to do next. But I mustered courage and started walking toward the bedroom door. The minute I crossed the line into the hall and turned right, I found my way blocked by what seemed to be a pair of marble columns. My blood pressure dropped to zero and a feeling of intense fear invaded my whole self. Do I need to explain that what I found in front of me were my wife's legs? 

I slowly started to look up. I saw her shapely legs disappearing into a short skirt, I saw her hands -one of them holding her shoes- placed at either side of her hip, I saw her generous bust slightly uncomfortably fitting into her blouse, and I saw her beautiful face staring down at me with a pair of intent blue eyes.

"Onda I-" 

My stupid attempt at a word was instantly interrupted by her snatching me off the floor up in the air and carrying me into the bedroom again, whose freedom I hadn't experienced even for a split of a second. Onda sat on the bed with both legs joined together and stretched the length of my naked body facing down right over her knees. I tried to open my mouth again but before I knew it her first blow came right down on my bottom with a whipping sound and extremely sharp pain. I felt tears jumping out of my eyes and heard myself uttering out a cry of despair. Without waiting for any reaction and without saying anything, a second blow came right away exactly on the same spot as the first one. My entire body arched in pain, a coat of sweat covered me completely, and I started to sob and shout for mercy. To no avail. Her slaps continued one after another until I felt my limbs going numb. I was still weakly trying to set myself free, but her second hand was holding me firmly on her knees and my wriggling and kicking must have seemed ridiculous. 

I don't know how long she spanked me for. But I do remember how helpless and desperate I felt at my complete impotence against the tremendous power of my wife. Suddenly the beating stopped. Onda pushed me indifferently off her knees and I fell down to the floor with a heavy thump, spraining one of my ankles. For the first time she spoke. 

"On your feet", she ordered. 

With terrible pain, my body, sweaty, dirty and hardly holding balance, I managed to rise to my feet while shaking from bottom to top. 

"Look at me", she said again. 

Trying to contain the convulsive shaking of my knees, I slowly raised my eyes until they met hers, which were completely controlled. 

"When I give you an order, what do you have to do?” she demanded. 

"I have to obey, my queen", said I, my lips trembling too much to make my speech clear. 

"I can't hear you very well, Pril", she said calmly. 

"I have to obey you, my queen", I repeated a bit more clearly. 

"Good boy", she added. "Now, kneel down and kiss both my feet, one after the other." With still uncertain movements I did as she said and got back to my feet. 

"Pril, I told you yesterday that your cage door is to remain open and that you are not going to come out. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, my queen". 

"Good", she said. "Now go back in there and stay in like a good boy until you are further instructed." 

"Yes, my queen". 

And with this I turned back and started a slow and limping return to what had been my house for all these weeks, my hopes shuttered, my dreams gone. Onda casually put her shoes back on and left the room without further ado, as she had done a while earlier, in what seemed another era. Whether she actually left the house or stayed in preparing another trap I never knew. But, for the life of me, I wouldn’t have left that cage even if I had seen the bedroom going up in flames. And I innocently thought then that she had given me a hard spanking.