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Monday, 16 February 2015

My worth

It all started with a phone call.

It was a typical Sunday evening. G had just woken up after her Sunday afternoon siesta and I had brought a cup of tea for her. She was sitting in her favourite armchair with myself sitting on the carpet. G was holding the cup in one hand and the other one was in my blouse fondling my breasts when her mobile rang.
G gently squeezed my left breast and motioned me to hold the teacup as she picked up the phone.

It was her friend Ms. S…. . After exchanging pleasantries, their conversation started about the new Honda City that Ms. S…… and her husband wanted to purchase. She mentioned something about G”s maruti getting a little old and she should also purchase a new car. G sighed as she pinched my left nipple and said” But sweetie, both of you are earning members. In my home, Moni does not earn a penny. He is a house husband. Our financials cannot be so strong”.



Normally, when G pinches me, I moan with pain and pleasure and I know that it’s a big turn on for G. But that time I forgot the pain in my nipple. The words pinched me. Being a househusband, I could not dare to protest, but  I was hurt. I started calculating my worth. If I am not there, G shall have to employ some domestic helps. How much does she save by having me?

Job                                                         -              Money saved per month. (Indian rupees)
Cooking                                                   -              4000/-
Washing utensils                                       -              2000/-
Laundry & ironing clothes             -                          2000/-
Dusting and sweeping floors       -                             2000/-
House guard                                      -                     5000/-
Body massage daily                         -                      15000/-
Being her sex toy                          -                         50000/-                                                                                                                           
    Total                                      -                            80000/-

G is earning a total salary of Rs. 1,60,000/- per month so I earn at least half.

The evening was virtually spoiled. When I went to the bedroom at night after finishing my daily chorus, G asked me if something was wrong but I didn’t tell her anything. G wanted to make love to me but my member did not rise and she used a strapon first time since our accident on 26th Jan. My body battered by G’s merciless pinching and my ass sour, I could not sleep at all. I think that the physical pain was not responsible for my insomnia as I have endured worse. In fact, whenever there is news about a woman being raped in Delhi, G virtually takes revenge from all men by raping me that night. No, it was not physical pain. I was hurt and insulted by her words.


I think that I shall give her this list tomorrow. Should I add something else? Some advice please.

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

My stitches are removed.

Today, G took me to hospital to get my stitches removed. The procedure took less than 10 minutes and was much less painful than expected. The wound has healed nicely and a very faint scar is visible. The nice doctor has assured me that this scar shall also go away within next 3 months. Also, I shall have to wear tight brassieres and avoid injury. (The nurse who removed my stitches, winked at me while saying this and I was blushing like anything).

Last 1 week has been a roller coaster ride of emotions for me. G has treated me like a tray of eggs. Her favorite past time of one hand on her mobile exchanging messages on whatsapp and the other one in my bra, fondling my boobs, is a thing of past. She had informed her boss that she shall not be coming to office for 1 week and manage her work on her laptop at home only. Even while making love to me, she has been very careful not to touch my upper body but this has ruined the fun somehow.

She tried to help me in doing housework last week and in the process, virtually drove me crazy. When I returned from hospital on 29th Jan., there was a pile of dirty laundry and a sink full of used utensils. My wife’s culinary skills extend only up to preparing Maggi and opening a can of bear or fruit juice. As she started helping me in washing utensils, the score was 2 broken plates and one glass in 10 minute. I requested her to kindly leave me alone in the kitchen and she obliged. To her credit, she asked our neighbours to kindly send their maidservant to wash the dirty laundry that day and purchased a washing machine the next day.

Today, she was netsurfing for online purchase of a dish washer. I joked that the next step shall be to purchase of a robot for cooking and sweeping floors and I shall be thrown out of the house. This brought a smile on her face too.


I think that I shall do a striptease for her today to freshen up her mood.