Giantess Stories - My Life as a Little Husband

Parte 6 - The Ten Commandments

I'm terribly sorry to keep bothering you with my postings, but although Onda hasn't yet read my last delivery she did give me permission to tell you a bit about a fundamental portion of our day. I'm talking about "The Ten Commandments". 

As I got more and more used to my new life, it became less necessary for Onda to recur to extreme forms of teaching in order to convey what everything was about. Not that from time to time she doesn't have to give me a lesson, but nowadays nothing is to be compared to what it used to be. However, the Ten Commandments are not to be forgotten or skipped one single day of the year, for they represent the essence of my fate and there is no possible repeating them enough. The commandments aren't just repeated as in a church, but thoughtfully considered individually and as a whole. The necessary physical submission that comes with them aims only at enhancing them and making them internal. Although at the beginning I used to fear them due to the pain implied, now I acknowledge their absolute effect by being dispensed the way they are. I also look forward to them throughout the day, since it represents a sweet intimate moment with the woman I live and would die for. 

Much as they hurt me, Onda is usually in the most relaxed of moods, often only casually dressed and many times stroking herself softly. It could be on the sofa, the bed or even in the bathtub, the two of us naked, which I always am for this ceremony, anyway. 

The recitations of the Commandments takes place one by one, pausing on each to discuss them in detail. The whole process takes between 10 and 15 minutes according to the case, and each commandment forces me into another difficult, rather hurting physical position. As an example I'll reproduce yesterday's ceremony, which took place in the living room, on the sofa. 

I heard Onda's voice calling me from the living room and I immediately stopped doing what I was in the middle of, and ran all the way to where she was. She was wearing a simple cotton nightgown, which sexily revealed most of her legs, crossed in a beautifully casual position. 

"Are you ready to recite your commandments, sweetheart?” she asked. 

"I wouldn't like anything better than that in the world", I replied. 

"Good baby", she smiled. "Come up here with mummy, sweetie". 

"Yes, my queen", I said with tears of emotions in my eyes. 

Within a second, I had taken off all my clothes, kissed long and sweetly both her feet, and climbed up the sofa sitting comfortably on her lap looking at my beautiful Goddess. Onda proceeded to surround my body with her left hand, sticking thus both my arms to my sides making me immobile. Her right hand passed four fingers behind my back but her thumb stretched up in front pulling my chin back till my neck disappeared under my bent head. My mouth flew open and I felt a firm, steady and solid pain all the way down my spine. Onda, though, kept smiling at me with her sweet face and started to casually wave a hanging leg a little. After a few seconds in which I sort of got used to the pain, Onda asked a bit more seriously, 

"OK, sweetie. What's the first commandment?” 

My voice would come out a bit funny under the strain, but I knew how to make myself clear, anyway. "The first commandment, my queen, is Obedience". 

"Good boy, precious boy", said Onda encouragingly. And, tightening her thumb under my chin a little bit more, she asked, 

"And what does that mean?” 

"It means, my queen, that I have to obey you blindly, whether I know or understand or not what you are telling me to do, whether I like it or not, whether it is possible or impossible. There is no questioning to your orders, my queen. What you tell me to do is what I'll do, and I'd consider it an honor to die for you if you demanded it from me". 

"Oh, darling, that's so sweet of you", Onda said, "I see you know your first Commandment very well. By the way, are my hands hurting you?” 

"Not at all, my queen, a caress from the gods wouldn’t be so pleasurable". 

"Oh, you are something Prilly", she finished cheerfully. Very gradually she eased the pressure under my chin until my head came back to normal position. Commandment number one had been successfully discussed and understood. 

For the second Commandment Onda stretched my legs on her lap and bent my torso forward with one of her hands until my head nearly touched my knees. This, together with the third Commandment, is the only position in which our eyes don't meet. The pain here concentrates at the bottom of my back and at the back of my legs. 

"What's the second Commandment, puppy?" she asked. 

"The second Command, my queen, is Respect", I replied. 

"Well done, sweetie. What does that mean?" 

A short discussion followed, very much in the way of the one after the first Commandment. The third Commandment is tough. Onda wrapped my legs with her left hand and my upper body and arms with her right, and proceeded to bend my body outwardly arching it as when you are trying to break a twig using both your hands. This Commandment is Loyalty, and it went very much the same as the previous two. For Commandments four and five she twisted first one of my arms and then the other behind my back. They are, respectively: Truth and Honesty. My left arm was particularly sensitive, since the previous day I had made a transgression regarding Honesty and Onda, obviously, had made a specially longer and more intense discussion about it. This time around, when she twisted my left arm my face contracted into a restrained grimace. 

"What's the matter, Prilly?" Onda asked. "Are you still sensitive about yesterday, darling?" 

"Yes, my queen" said I biting my lips. 

"Do you think you've given it enough thought during the day and learnt your lesson well?" 

"Yes, my queen, I do" 

"Good boy". And she released it rather sharply. 

The next three Commandments, numbers six, seven and eight are more on the practical side. They refer to Efficiency, Language and Appearance. Of course I have to be efficient in everything I do, most particularly in whatever I'm told to do. I am only to speak good language, clear and polite; dirty words, as I've already told you, are out of the question, even in thought. My appearance has to be perfectly suited to every moment, properly dressed throughout the day with clean and presentable clothes, and completely naked at the time of instruction, as was the case right now. The positions to the above mentioned Commandments consist of Onda bending first one leg and then the other backwards, with ankle, knee and hip joint stretched to the fullest. For number eight she holds my body with one hand while stretching both my arms backwards, which makes my chest protrude forward. 

This was being a good session so far. Onda was in a very good mood. She pinched my cheeks a little, brushed my sweaty hair back with her fingers and allowed me to kiss them, too. 

For Commandment number nine she herself changed position, uncrossing her legs and gently stretching them along the sofa. In the process her nightgown opened a bit round the neckline, revealing more of her generous, smooth, velvety bust, which made my instruction ever so pleasurable. 

"Enjoying it, puppy?" she asked. 

Commandment number nine is Sex. Sex is of the utmost importance in our relationship. (Is it not, my dear friends?). Onda and I have an awful lot of sex. The best sex there is, the best sex you could dream of. One day I'll tell you how she wisely guided me to it a long time after she had shrunken me, and how we do it, if she allows me to. You should know I live in constant erection and the outlet of my needs is of vital importance. Since masturbation is strictly prohibited, I am forced to pay extra attention to anything I do and the way I follow orders, not only to avoid punishment but also to earn my way to my queen, with the unknown pleasures of her imagination. The position for the sex Commandment consist of Onda stretching my legs aside with both her hands, a bit like ballerinas when landing on the floor with their legs forming a straight line from toe to toe. This is also a good preparation for the last position of the last Commandment, which isn't really a Commandment but a confession. 

Commandment ten, which is a confession of my most recent sin, is usually the longest we dwell on because we have to discuss the situation according to what happened and the seriousness of it. The position is very suited to a confession. Onda stretches both my arms open, like in the cross, but the nailing of the sinner is quite original: she slowly penetrates my anus with her little finger, longish nail and all. This takes a few seconds to be performed and is done without the help of any creams. The process isn't going to be painful unless the gravity of my sin so demands it. 

The previous night I had forgotten a dirty saucer on the coffee table in the living room, which had been left unclean and uncollected through the night. 

"Why did that happen, poppet?” Onda asked, turning her finger a little around and making me feel a bit of pain. 

"It happened, my queen, because I didn't pay enough attention, because I was a bad boy and forgot to perform my duties to perfection, which is the only way to make justice to you.” I said in a serious way.

Onda bent her pinky forward and I could feel her nail at the back of my stomach, hurting me and creating a very uncomfortable sensation. 

"And what do you think your punishment should be for such forgetfulness?” she asked twisting her finger even more. 

"Maybe, my queen, washing up every saucer there is in the kitchen ten times over until they shine like a mirror?” I suggested trying to move my body aside a little to ease the pain. 

"That's a brilliant idea, puppy. And because of that you'll wash up every saucer, plate, soup plate, teapot, and cup ten times over. Do you think that's fair, darling?” she asked. 

"It's most fair, my queen", I quietly replied. 

"Good baby", she finished. 

By now, the state of my erection was at its highest. With this, satisfied, she removed her finger from my behind, allowed me to kiss a few of them and ordered me to finish the ceremony properly. All these instructing sessions start and finish with me kneeling down on the floor and kissing either her feet or shoes if they are next to me. If not, I have to stay on my knees until her feet come down. 

I went down to the floor, but her legs were still on the sofa, so I patiently waited for her to bring them down, which happened after a few long minutes. 

"Thank you, my queen for a most enjoyable lesson", I said humbly. 

"Now go to your duties", was her reply. And off I went to wash up dishes. 

This, my friends, gives you an idea of what the Ten Commandments are and feel like. Of course I don't know when this form of education will stop, but I'm absolutely certain it must be necessary right now.