This is the Belgium/Romano anon from above. I don't know if Belgium is dominating enough here for this to qualify as femdom, but I hope OP will like it anyway.
This fill veers into dub-con category and includes enemas, spanking, prostate milking, some orgasm denial and some very, very mild bondage.
The stupid newspaper was full of nothing but crap again. Lovino had no idea why they continued paying for the subscription when reading the damn thing never failed to irritate him in the morning. Unemployment going up, politicians saying dumb shit, and the results of the disastrous football game from the previous evening hadn't changed overnight.
But the morning wasn't entirely ruined. The cup of coffee in his hand was one of the best in his life, and the waffles he now got to eat on a regular basis were heavenly. They weren't the reason he had married Belle, but they were a nice plus.
He folded the newspaper and tossed it on the table, resisting the urge to crumple it into a ball and throw it on the floor. He was trying to be a little tidier now that he and Belle were living together, both because she didn't like him making a mess and because he knew she would ask him to clean up after himself. And he just couldn't say no to her.
“Oh, you're done already,” she remarked from the other side of the table.
“No point in finishing it. It's all crap anyway.”
She reached for the paper. “You can't know without getting to the end.”
They had been married for about two months, and Lovino still couldn't believe it was real. He had fallen for her the moment he had met her at the café she owned. He had soon become a regular, just to get a smile and a nice word or two from her every now and then. Though he had fantasized of more, he hadn't imagined that she ever meant it when she returned his pleasantries. Surely she must have thought of him as just another customer.
But one time, out of the blue, she had asked him to take her to the park... and now, a little over two years later, he could say that he had the most beautiful, sweetest and caring wife in the world. He had made it past her scary, glowering monster of a brother, hadn't done anything irreversible at his bachelor party and hadn't fainted at the altar. It couldn't get much better.
“Lovino, honey,” Belle said, not looking up from the paper.
“Yeah?”
“When was the last time you went to get milked?”
Lovino drew in a sharp breath, which resulted in him nearly choking on his coffee and having to spit most of it on his shirt and the table in an attempt to get some air.
“W-what?” he stuttered, not believing his ears. How could she bring it up so casually at the breakfast table?
“Yesterday when we were shopping, you were awfully friendly with the woman who sold us the vegetables. And the girl at the ice cream stand. Lovino, she probably wasn't even legal.”
“I know that! But I was just talking; I didn't mean anything. I was just being nice!”
God, she didn't think he was planning to cheat on her, did she? It was true that Lovino couldn't really hold himself back from flirting with every pretty face he encountered, but it never went beyond that. It was just a fun habit. Even before he had met Belle, he had rarely tried anything more with anyone.
He told her as much, and she reached over the table to take his hand.
“I know, but you can't blame me for being worried. What if you just can't control yourself one day? What if you go too far with someone?”
“That won't happen, honest! And I had an... uh, appointment right before the wedding, remember?”
Belle pursed her lips in displeasure and let go of his hand. “Stop lying. I called the clinic, and they told me that you missed your appointment and never made another.”
Lovino could feel himself break into cold sweat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn't going to end well.
“Really?” he squeaked. “I must have forgotten! I was so busy with all the wedding arrangements and stuff.”
Necessary Maintenance 1/12
This fill veers into dub-con category and includes enemas, spanking, prostate milking, some orgasm denial and some very, very mild bondage.
The stupid newspaper was full of nothing but crap again. Lovino had no idea why they continued paying for the subscription when reading the damn thing never failed to irritate him in the morning. Unemployment going up, politicians saying dumb shit, and the results of the disastrous football game from the previous evening hadn't changed overnight.
But the morning wasn't entirely ruined. The cup of coffee in his hand was one of the best in his life, and the waffles he now got to eat on a regular basis were heavenly. They weren't the reason he had married Belle, but they were a nice plus.
He folded the newspaper and tossed it on the table, resisting the urge to crumple it into a ball and throw it on the floor. He was trying to be a little tidier now that he and Belle were living together, both because she didn't like him making a mess and because he knew she would ask him to clean up after himself. And he just couldn't say no to her.
“Oh, you're done already,” she remarked from the other side of the table.
“No point in finishing it. It's all crap anyway.”
She reached for the paper. “You can't know without getting to the end.”
They had been married for about two months, and Lovino still couldn't believe it was real. He had fallen for her the moment he had met her at the café she owned. He had soon become a regular, just to get a smile and a nice word or two from her every now and then. Though he had fantasized of more, he hadn't imagined that she ever meant it when she returned his pleasantries. Surely she must have thought of him as just another customer.
But one time, out of the blue, she had asked him to take her to the park... and now, a little over two years later, he could say that he had the most beautiful, sweetest and caring wife in the world. He had made it past her scary, glowering monster of a brother, hadn't done anything irreversible at his bachelor party and hadn't fainted at the altar. It couldn't get much better.
“Lovino, honey,” Belle said, not looking up from the paper.
“Yeah?”
“When was the last time you went to get milked?”
Lovino drew in a sharp breath, which resulted in him nearly choking on his coffee and having to spit most of it on his shirt and the table in an attempt to get some air.
“W-what?” he stuttered, not believing his ears. How could she bring it up so casually at the breakfast table?
“Yesterday when we were shopping, you were awfully friendly with the woman who sold us the vegetables. And the girl at the ice cream stand. Lovino, she probably wasn't even legal.”
“I know that! But I was just talking; I didn't mean anything. I was just being nice!”
God, she didn't think he was planning to cheat on her, did she? It was true that Lovino couldn't really hold himself back from flirting with every pretty face he encountered, but it never went beyond that. It was just a fun habit. Even before he had met Belle, he had rarely tried anything more with anyone.
He told her as much, and she reached over the table to take his hand.
“I know, but you can't blame me for being worried. What if you just can't control yourself one day? What if you go too far with someone?”
“That won't happen, honest! And I had an... uh, appointment right before the wedding, remember?”
Belle pursed her lips in displeasure and let go of his hand. “Stop lying. I called the clinic, and they told me that you missed your appointment and never made another.”
Lovino could feel himself break into cold sweat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn't going to end well.
“Really?” he squeaked. “I must have forgotten! I was so busy with all the wedding arrangements and stuff.”