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"Tale of a Bored Housewife - The Next Day"
   by Pitiless


[Author's Note: I wrote this story inspired by "Tale of a Bored
Housewife" a story found in a number of BDSM and sex stories
sites. It starts at the point where the previous story ends and
describes one more day in the life of Joan. I hope someone will
be inspired reading it. I certainly enjoyed it. ]


I had a very bad Sunday; I got up, had a hot shower and tried to
straighten out the events of yesterday in my mind. It was surely
getting pretty rough, but I wasn't sure at all what to do as I
couldn't figure out how Tom will react if he was to find out
about the photos that Gloria and Dave kept at home. Without being
able to clear my mind, all day I was trying to pretend that
everything was fine. On the other hand Tom seemed very
cheerful. He even repaired the fence that was broken in a couple
of places, which I had been asking him to do for over six months
now.

Sunday night I couldn't fall into sleep. When I finally did, I
had a very disturbed one. I dreamed of myself being a slave to
Mona and Tom while Gloria was humiliating me over and over again
with every possible way. I wake up spent. I looked at the wall
clock; it was 9:30. Good Lord. Weekdays, I always get up at 8
to prepare breakfast for Tom and the kids, but it seems that the
day before had been exhausting to me. As I turned and placed my
feet on the floor I saw a paper on my dresser. I picked it up. It
said: "Honey I have a late meeting. It might take a while. Kisses,
Tom". That was really strange as Tom never stayed late at work.
He always managed to arrange things so that to be back home on
time for the evening supper. Of course once or twice a year it
would happen, but he usually would mention it at least a week
before. This time he hadn't mentioned anything.

Not being certain on what to think, I started going over the
daily routine of putting up the house and preparing the meal. At
some time I realized that it was already 12:45. I just remembered
that Gloria had instructed me to bring her the family photos that
we had taken for the Christmas cards by 13:30. I ran to the door,
then realized that I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. I ran
upstairs and change into a skin-tight sweater, suntan pantyhose,
high black heels, black stockings and a knee length skirt. By the
time I got into the car it was already 12:55. "Damn it; I won't
make it". It was a 10 min drive to the mall, but I was stuck
behind a bus so I got there at 13:10. I practically ran in a
frenzy to the photo shop only to find another customer was just
in before me. It took him another 10 minutes to get the
information on the new camera he wanted; I got my photos and left
without waiting for the change. I got in the car again and looked
at my watch. It was 13:22. "If I am a bit lucky I might make it".
But I wasn't that lucky. It took me exactly 10 min to drive back
to Gloria's house. At 13:32 I was knocking at her back door. A
couple of minutes passed, but nobody came. I called her, waited
for another two or three minutes, then I thought that she
probably forgot the whole thing and turned back towards my car.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?" Gloria was at her back
door shouting at me. I started speaking "I thought...." Before
the words were out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!! You're
late, you know that don't you?" I nodded. "You will be punished
properly for this. C'mon in." I started sobbing, but I went in
somewhat unstable. As soon as I got in I was told to strip except
for the heels and stockings. I was directed to the basement.  I
went down and as of an instinct I went straight to the corner
where I had spent the night 2 weeks earlier and where there was a
blanket covering one wall, underneath which there were dozens of
pictures of myself. Some of them I already saw last Saturday, but
there were new ones added from those taken that evening in front
of the tree.

"She has learned her corner, hasn't she?" I turned my head and
saw Gloria and Paula coming down. Gloria had just spoken up and
they both laughed at her sarcasm. I was sobbing in my
humiliation. Tears rolled down my face. "Did you bring the family
photos with you?" Paula asked. I nodded and at the same time I
was thinking that Paula wasn't there on Saturday, so Gloria must
have told her. She walked towards me. "Give them to me." she
commanded. As she approached me I noticed she was wearing my
necklace, the one she got from me in the auctioning that Saturday
that my nightmare begun. I tried to open my handbag but I was
trembling. As a result my handbag slipped and
everything that was in it fell down on the basement floor. Both women
burst into a bout of hysterical laughter. I went on to my knees
to start gathering my things back, but as I reached for my
lipstick, the closest object to me, Gloria stepped onto my
hand. She pressed my hand with her foot onto the cold cement
basement. I was in real pain but I kept silent. "Leave it as it
is you moron." she said. "There are other tasks for you in the
basket right now." "And stay on your knees." Paula added. "The
position a slut like you should always take." Paula then moved
and stepped over my other hand but she used her spike heel. She
was pressing very hard. A photo album was then presented to me.
Gloria spoke again. "Listen carefully. bitch. Fill this album with
photos, on the left hand side your family photos, on the right
hand side your naked photos. Then explain in the ten pages at the
end of the album your double life: a good housewife and a slut
fucker. That makes us a huswife." They both laughed. "Make sure
you fill all ten pages and keep your letter size small. I see you
have a pen. Follow the orders accurately and finish in no more
than thirty minutes you little hussy, or...." and by that she
grabbed my hair and pulled it back so that I had eye contact with
her. The pain on my hands had become unbearable and the pain on
my hair added to it so I screamed. Gloria smiled for a moment
then again she said in a stern voice "Or what, you bitch?" "I will
be punished." I said in a low voice. "Speak up, cunt." she yelled
and pulled my hair even more harshly. "I will be punished!" I
cried. " I see we're making some progress" she said and both
women laughed cruelly. Then they stepped off my hands and started
going towards the stairs, but Paula returned. "Give me that watch
of yours, slut." she said. I could move my hands with difficulty
due to the long pressing onto the base, so it took me a while to
loosen up and hand her over my watch. She took it and also my
handbag and went upstairs. "28 minutes are left." I heard her
saying from the top.

I was trembling in shock, but I wasn't sure if it was due to the
cold basement, the cruel degradation or the excitement I was
feeling. I was ashamed, but I was excited. I crawled to where my
family photos were, then back to a pile of photos of me same as
the ones on the wall and started filling the album as quickly as
I could. It turned out that I had to put in some 50 photos of
each kind. I had no idea how much time had passed. I started
describing my double life; housewife on the left hand pages, slut
on the right hand ones. It was so humiliating. I was crying all
the time and I wet the paper twice. By the time I had finished
page three the door opened and Gloria and Paula came. As I was to
find soon, Mona was also with them. I was trying to write as much
as I could but Gloria quickly came over me and stepped on my
right hand (the one with the pen). This resulted to a blot on the
paper. "Time is up!" Gloria said. Paula stepped again on my left
hand pressing with her foot using her spike heel and then took
the album. "What have we got here?" she said. "Only three pages!
My, my, my! Is she a useless slut or what?" "If she wasn't useless
she could have kept her husband happy." said Mona sarcastically. I
was surprised (mostly because of her being there at a time that
the school was open, but also because of what she said.) "Hello,
little Joan." she continued. "Keeping up the demonstration of your
incapacity?" The three women burst into laughter.

"Go over under the lamp where we can all see you." Gloria
commanded as she and Paula stepped off my hands. I complied,
crawling. "Faster!" Paula shouted and kicked me in the ass. I
tried to make it as fast as I could. My stockings were ripped at
my knees as I was crawling to the lamp on the cement base. I
remained there on my knees. For a while I knelt there, leaning
back, fully exposing my breasts. The three women were discussing.
 From the few words I managed to catch I understood that they were
talking on what to have me do next. Finally Gloria set "Get on
your feet and bring us some coffee. We'll be in the living room."

I got on my feet and started walking towards the stairs. "Not
before we go up bitch." Paula said. "Wait until we are at the top
and then start moving up. Don't you know your position is at the
bottom?" With that they laughed again. It was obvious that they
didn't care for an answer, so I kept silent.

For the next two hours I was humiliated in many ways. I served
coffee and cookies. I sat in all fours serving as a coffee table
for them. I was made to lick cookie crumbs from the floor, even
from Mona's shoe. "Clean it up real good. sweetie. Oh I love this
little tongue of yours cleaning the bottom of my shoe." My hair
was used as a napkin for them to wipe their hands. When I wasn't
needed I stayed on my knees. Occasionally, one of the women would
stand up and slap me two or three times on my breasts or face
accusing me of not being obedient enough, failing to accomplish
my duties, being useless and similar things. In all cases the
accusations were accompanied with the words bitch, slut and a
great variant of their synonyms. Only Mona preferred to call me
honey or sweetie.

Finally, Paula got up, came over to me and said "As I told you
two weeks ago I made a deal with Gloria on you. So, tomorrow
morning you will come to my place. There is some cleaning and
tiding you should be doing. As for your fail to complete your
duties today, this is what you'll have to do in return. Buy a
second album, exactly the same as the one that was handed to you
today, fill it up with family photos on the one side and complete
its ten pages. Needless to say that you should first finish your
writing job with the initial album. Bring both albums with you
tomorrow at my place." Mona, who had approached meanwhile,
pulled my hair back cruelly, so that I could see her, and said
sarcastically, "Don't worry honey, you'll have plenty of time this
evening, Tom won't be back till very late." They laughed again in
satisfaction. I was certainly very amusing to them, but the
situation was a dreadful nightmare to me. I managed to pull
myself together and focus on my task, so I said, "I ran out of
family photos; I had fifty altogether." "That is your problem
bitch." Gloria said from the couch. "Stop making excuses and behave
yourself, little hussy." I bowed my head and start crying again.
Gloria continued, "Get on your feet and help Mona and Paula with
their coats. Gather the dishes and cups. Wash them, dry them and
put them back in their place, vacuum the living room and BE
CAREFUL NOT TO MAKE ANY MISTAKES, then go get dressed, pick up
your stuff and get the hell out of here. You're incapable of
accomplishing the simplest task, hus." She certainly had to finish
every sentence addressed to me with yet another even more
degrading characterization.

I got up. I had nothing better to do. At least I knew now that it
was over for the time being. I helped Paula with her coat. "9
o'clock sharp tomorrow morning." she said with a smile, then she
chatted for a minute or two with Gloria and Mona, completely
ignoring my presence, kissed them goodbye and left. Mona turned
to me, "My coat sweetie." For some peculiar reason I found the
'sweetie' & 'honey' from Mona even more shameful than the words
Gloria and Paula used to address me. I brought her coat and
helped her put it on. "I hope you'll enjoy your evening." she said.
"I will certainly enjoy mine." With that Gloria burst into 
hysterical laughter. I was frozen, unable to think or move. As
Gloria closed the door and returned, she literally bumped into me
"Get out of my way, you silly smut." I ran back to the living room
"And get rid of your torn stockings. You look ridiculous, you
jade." I stopped and looked at my slashed knees. I could not but
agree with her.

I finished as quickly as possible my cleaning and tiding duties
and went down to the basement. There I found my sweater and a
skirt other than mine. As I guessed it was shockingly short. What I
didn't guess and realized as soon as I put it on was that it was
split on both sides up to the stitching. Calling me slut, smut
and bitch was one thing, being forced to get dressed as one was
another. I took off my stockings and got dressed, which means
that the only clothing I had on was my blouse, the split skirt
and my shoes. My pantyhose were gone. What a sight! As I was
walking my pussy and ass were fully exposed in turns. I look
around for my things, my handbag was also gone, so I picked up as
many as I could, leaving the rest behind and carried them along
with the photo album to my car, leaving from the back door.

I drove off and went to the mall. I thought of stopping at home
to change, but if I had a chance to have another 50 photos
printed for me today I thought I shouldn't waste any time. I
asked, pleaded even begged and finally managed to convince the
photo manager to promise to deliver the photos by eight that
evening. It took me some twenty minutes and I had to pay him in
advance the double price, but my impression was that he did his
best to prolong my stay at his shop so that he could look over
and over again my exposed body. He even had me sit on a chair. He
practically forced me onto it, so that he could have a nice view
of my pussy. Then, I went to search for the photo album. It took
me half an hour to locate the same type. I had the foresight to
remove the right hand side photos, so that every clerk that I
showed the album wouldn't make the wrong impression about me.

Nevertheless walking around the mall was a nightmare. Men kept
speaking dirty to me, whistling, a group of teenagers even
applauded. Women on the other hand looked at me in disgust and
disapproval, an old lady even shouted at me that I will burn in
hell. I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I was wishing all the
time that I could become invisible. Of course miracles only happen in
the movies, so I drove home. When I got in, I realized that my
kids were already back from school. How was I to explain my
attire? How much time had I spent outside? I looked at my wrist
only to find out that my watch was missing!


                        -- The End --


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