Furryhooded.....(Not explicit!)
Posted: December 11th, 2022, 12:19 am
My husband often writes stories on here to amuse himself and hopefully others. Over the many years of marriage, he has gently goeded me into his way of thinking, sort of. I do not, unlike hisnibs, enjoy being enslaved, tied up or chained up. However, I have very much learned to enjoy making that little mackintoshed man suffer! Sometimes considerably! Not so much pain, but humiliation, and making him wear his beloved rainwear, whether he wants to, and especially more so, when he doesn't!
Today was one of the doesn't days. I sometimes wake, full of the beans, and even in my sixties, feeling playful. Grumpy on the other hand, was like a bear with a sore head. Good. We have an agreed codeword, simply 'SLAVE'. Once said, he must comply to my wishes, or forfeit any rubber, vinyl or pvc playtime for a month. An impossibility for him. Having gotten up, done his necessaries and drank his cuppa, still grumpy, he flushed at the word 'SLAVE'! He gave me the most filthy look. I just smiled, knowing he cannot refuse me. Worse, followed up with 'that look is really going to cost you'. It did.
An hour later we climbed into the 4x4 we have, me in jeans, trainers and teashirt (I know, odd for a 66yr old, but hey, Im still a hippy at heart!) with actually his, lovely glossy dark blue, vinyl hooded cagoul, which I actually really like wearing. We do share clothes, being of similar build, Im just three inches shorter. So cuffs slightly rolled up. He on the other hand, also jeans and shirt, but in MY bright red full length brilliantly shiny red hooded mac. Thick Vinyl, fully inside and out. Belted and fully zipped up. The best bit, it has a huge fur trimmed hood, very soft and fluffy, very girly, he loves it........on me! Fully vinyl lined it really engulfs your head, very snug in the cold winds of winter! Not so in mid April, with the sun shining. A concealed leather collar around his neck locked on both the zip and the added draw pulls which subtly keeps the hood up and on. No escape. A lovely stroll along the seafront should buck his ideas up. He can hide inside the hood, unless I feel wicked and make him remove it. He is lucky. The coast is relatively clear, so I leave him with his hood on. Hes still grumpy. So he can stay like this until he perks up. Miserable old fart!
Today was one of the doesn't days. I sometimes wake, full of the beans, and even in my sixties, feeling playful. Grumpy on the other hand, was like a bear with a sore head. Good. We have an agreed codeword, simply 'SLAVE'. Once said, he must comply to my wishes, or forfeit any rubber, vinyl or pvc playtime for a month. An impossibility for him. Having gotten up, done his necessaries and drank his cuppa, still grumpy, he flushed at the word 'SLAVE'! He gave me the most filthy look. I just smiled, knowing he cannot refuse me. Worse, followed up with 'that look is really going to cost you'. It did.
An hour later we climbed into the 4x4 we have, me in jeans, trainers and teashirt (I know, odd for a 66yr old, but hey, Im still a hippy at heart!) with actually his, lovely glossy dark blue, vinyl hooded cagoul, which I actually really like wearing. We do share clothes, being of similar build, Im just three inches shorter. So cuffs slightly rolled up. He on the other hand, also jeans and shirt, but in MY bright red full length brilliantly shiny red hooded mac. Thick Vinyl, fully inside and out. Belted and fully zipped up. The best bit, it has a huge fur trimmed hood, very soft and fluffy, very girly, he loves it........on me! Fully vinyl lined it really engulfs your head, very snug in the cold winds of winter! Not so in mid April, with the sun shining. A concealed leather collar around his neck locked on both the zip and the added draw pulls which subtly keeps the hood up and on. No escape. A lovely stroll along the seafront should buck his ideas up. He can hide inside the hood, unless I feel wicked and make him remove it. He is lucky. The coast is relatively clear, so I leave him with his hood on. Hes still grumpy. So he can stay like this until he perks up. Miserable old fart!