ZARDOZ: CUCKOLDING IN A MATRIARCHAL HOME

(Note from Thomas Lavalle: Cuckolded husbands, according to female supremacist psychologist Elise Sutton, face a simple choice—between jealousy and submission. The right choice for sub-hubbies, needless to say, is the latter—ever-deeper submission to the will of their ruling wives. And yet, as we learn in this candid account from Zardoz (who has posted here before), even the most submissive of husbands, one who has learned to accept his place as the complete inferior of his ruling wife (and of all females), is not immune from occasional pangs of male jealousy over being cuckolded. Thank you, Zardoz, for giving us this revealing glimpse into your ongoing struggles to be the best submissive you can be.)
Although intellectually I understand and applaud and support my Wife’s right to experience sexual intimacy with other “bois” (or “beaus”), it still hurts a little. It can play into my insecurities about being replaced and ignored. I have been given permission to share just such an experience I had not so long ago.
My eighteen-year-old son and I were preparing food with the help of one of my Wife's current beaus. You can see my insecurities when I admit that I was feeling more than a little snarky toward this man, who is many years my junior and who I felt was acting too cocky. My son picked up on my feelings and began to treat this young man with disdain and even refused to answer his questions or pass him things.
My college-age Daughter watched all this and reported our bad behavior to Her Mother.
Moments later my Daughter returned and told us to finish and put away our preparations “toute suite.” Once this was done, we were called into the front room, where my Wife was waiting. She began at once to berate my son and me about our unacceptable behavior, while our Daughter would interject to add how She interpreted our behavior. We were reminded, in no uncertain terms, that as males we were there to support and make Women's lives easier, and that meant working as a team to accomplish this goal. Had that lesson not been rammed into our stupid male brains time and again? During this scolding, my head, and my son’s, got lower and lower, while the favored young man’s smile grew wider and wider.
Until, that is, he got the most almighty slap across his face from my Daughter and asked “Why are you so pleased with yourself and reveling in your fellow males’ misfortunes?”
My Wife also rounded on him and stared him down, to which he could only offer nervous smiles of defeat. This got him a few placating words from my Wife, before she returned to her criticism: “You may be good between the sheets, but you are still a presumptious boi!”
Inside I felt vindicated, but did not dare show it. She continued: “You think you are something. Well, my husband is a thousand times more useful than you and knows his place as a male, and is not cocky just because a woman lies with him.” She paused, her gaze taking in the three of us: “All, right, back to your work all of you. While the adults here”—meaning the two females, of course—“decide what is to be done.”
The verdict of the females turned out to be that my son was sent to bed early, without supper, with my Wife’s lover and me following a little later, after being tawsed side by side in Her bedroom. But that was not quite all. My Wife delivered a well-aimed and painful kick into my butthole that buckled my knees as we scurried past her to put the finishing touches to the meal that only my Wife and Daughter would now be enjoying.
The following day I apologized to the young lad and said that I was mortified that I had gotten him into trouble, as my Wife was sure to tell his Mother what had transpired.
Later that night when called to the toilet to attend my Wife, I fell to my knees and confessed my guilt. After I had completed my toilet tasks, She called me into Her bedroom. I was fearful, wondering what further punishment might await. Instead, my Wife took my head and rested it on the top of Her thighs and talked to me softly.
She told me that She recognized my feelings of insecurity and jealousy, but these had no place in Her house. As males we were there to work as a team to make Her life and ours good. She went on to reassure me that I could not and would not be replaced, as I was so experienced at obeying Her and knew just how to please Her, barring such silly behavior as I had just demonstrated.
When I had thanked her, and once more apologized to Her profusely, I was sent to get the young boi and bring him to Her room as She was going to use him. I went quickly on my errand and offered him my hand, and we walked hand in hand to Her room, where I said: “Here he is, and I am so happy he is here to please you.”
My Wife patted and stroked my cheek then kissed me deeply and shooed me out as She got down to exercising Her Goddess-given right to pleasure and the pursuit of sexual happiness.
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