The Classroom for Beloved Wives

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I have a good figure, and while my face isn't stunning, with a little makeup, men can't help but glance at me on the street. Although I don't flirt easily, I'm quite confident in my appearance.

Therefore, I felt my husband should cherish me even more for my dutiful wifely nature.

But he didn't.

My husband and I have been married for three years and don't have children yet. My husband dreams of making a name for himself in the big city, while I, having married him, have moved with him into this dazzling world. Three years have passed, and I've actually achieved more than him. My job promotions have been faster, and my salary has increased.

This is probably why he can't stand it.

But it's really not my fault. He always chooses easy jobs with little chance of promotion or raises. Over time, I've noticed he spends more time at home than I do. I feel resentful. I'm exhausted from work during the day and still have to manage household chores at night. He slacks off at work and then acts like a king after work—it's outrageous! So I started asking him to share the housework.

Then he accused me of being unchaste.

I was furious and retorted, "You have such a beautiful and successful wife; you should cherish her. The era of 'three obediences and four virtues' is long gone. I haven't been out chasing after other women, so why do you say I'm unchaste?"

I think I hurt his pride. Since then, our arguments have escalated. We haven't had sex for over three months now.

I don't know how he's coping. I'm busy with work every day; sex is irrelevant to me. I don't know if it's because I neglect my appearance that I don't arouse his interest, but since our relationship is strained, I don't want to bring it up.

One afternoon, I came home from work, and he told me with a strange smile that he had a way to resolve our conflict. He wanted me to go to a counseling center called a "marriage classroom." It happened to be a Friday, and I didn't have to work the next day, so I agreed.

This "marriage classroom" was a bit strange; I didn't get a chance to speak at all. They only listened to my husband's side of the story. They wanted my husband to come in first. I peeked through the door and saw him chatting happily with the psychologist, even handing him what seemed to be a considerable sum of money at the end.

After my husband came out, he called me in. As soon as I entered, the nurse closed the door.

'Hello, Mrs. Wei, I'm Dr. Yang.' He seemed quite refined, though a little thin:

'Please sit down.' His voice had an irresistible magnetism, and I sat down as instructed.

'We have a general understanding of the situation you and your husband are currently facing, and I think we should start with you.

' 'What?' I jumped up again as soon as I sat down: 'You can make a diagnosis based on just his one-sided account?

' 'Mrs. Wei, please calm down.' Dr. Yang still spoke politely: 'We understand that Mr. Wei also has his faults. However, we encounter this situation frequently, so we have a general grasp of the key issues. Mrs. Wei, there's no need to panic; we absolutely respect your opinion.' His tone and magnetic voice were extremely persuasive. Without realizing it, I had come to trust him, allowing him to speak closer to me.

"The marriage counseling session actually separates couples for counseling; we'll start with you today. After we can discuss our perspectives with you, we'll talk to your husband." He spoke as he moved behind me.

"How long will it take?" I asked.

"That depends on Mrs. Wei's cooperation. If all goes well, she can be discharged tomorrow morning." "What?" I exclaimed in shock, "Does that mean I have to be hospitalized?! Ah!" Suddenly

, I felt a tingling, numb sensation all over my body—the reaction to an electric shock—and then I lost consciousness. ********** ...

Because my legs were spread apart and restrained, anyone standing in front of me at that moment would have a clear view of my private parts.

Unfortunately, Dr. Yang was indeed standing in front of me, greeting me in his polite, neutral tone: "

Are you awake?

" 'What are you doing? Let me go. Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you prior notice if there are any legal consequences.' After struggling for a while, I finally gave up, using weak words to bluff my way out.

'Mrs. Wei, don't be nervous, this is a sexual response test. When a marriage hits the rocks, we first suspect that one or both partners are sexually frigid.' He explained, gesturing to the nurse beside him. The nurse then activated a button on the device.

'I'm not sexually frigid, I don't need the test!' I vehemently denied it, genuinely frightened, because I didn't know what Dr. Yang was going to do to me.

'Yes, liars usually don't admit to lying. Mrs. Wei, don't panic, it'll be over in a second.' He brought his face closer to mine, seemingly to observe my reaction.

Suddenly, a metal ring extended from near the backrest cushion, firmly securing my forehead. Two cables, each about the thickness of a little finger, extended from near the chair shoulder, their ends resembling flat-headed tweezers. They slowly burrowed into my breasts along the shoulder straps of my nightgown, then clamped my nipples. Finally, another similar cable extended from the seat cushion. Although my head was fixed in place, I could clearly feel the end of the cable—a smooth metal dildo. It teased my genitals relentlessly, making me feel the constant threat of penetration.

Once everything was ready, Dr. Yang said gently, "After this test, you will become a completely new woman, the perfect female archetype in Mr. Wei's eyes." Then, he activated the switch.

I suddenly felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, the feeling of a needle piercing my skin. And then…? Perhaps it was at the junction of my cervical spine and the back of my head, I thought, a cool sensation slowly spreading.

As the icy sensation spread throughout my head, strangely, my nipples and genitals began to burn unbearably.

My breasts swelled and hardened, and at a certain point, the cleft ligaments suddenly clamped shut, sending an electric shock through them. This pleasure was unprecedented. My consciousness began to blur, and to achieve the point where the cleft ligaments clamped shut and sent an electric shock, I desperately engaged in sexual fantasies to maintain the swelling and hardness of my breasts. I think I was starting to fantasize. The more I fantasized, the cooler and more comfortable my head felt. Next, I had to satisfy my physical needs.

'Getting into the mood so quickly, Mrs. Wei, you're really lewd.' Dr. Yang, seeing that I was beginning to crave the insertion of that metal penis, gave me instructions: 'Please repeat after me, I am a woman, I am my husband's woman, I crave sex with my husband anytime, anywhere, and to satisfy my husband, I will be completely obedient and absolutely submissive. This is what I consider the most important thing.'

'Ah, what is this all about?! Ah!' Just as I was about to resist, the metal ring on my forehead suddenly tightened and released a small amount of electricity. The cool, comfortable feeling in my head instantly turned into waves of sharp pain, and the burning sensation in my lower body intensified.

"Good girl, don't disobey, quickly repeat it." Dr. Yang sympathized with my resistance and encouraged me to give up the futile struggle as soon as possible.

I resisted several more times, but ultimately I was powerless and could only repeat after him: 'I am a woman, I am my husband's woman. I crave sex with my husband anytime, anywhere. To satisfy my husband, I will be completely obedient and absolutely submissive. This is what I consider most important.' As soon as I finished speaking, the metal penis plunged into my lower body. This unprecedented pleasure was even more intense than the sensation in my breasts. My vagina involuntarily contracted, swallowing the metal penis even deeper. Then, a large amount of vaginal fluid

gushed out. My vaginal muscles twitched a few times before softening. The metal penis slid out. Still enjoying my orgasm, I was unwilling to let go. So I quickly repeated the recitation, and the metal penis was inserted again.

After repeating this several times, I completely lost my will, letting my body's desires dictate my wild ways.

As I slowly collapsed and drifted into sleep, only one voice swirled in my mind: I am a woman, I am my husband's woman. I crave sex with my husband anytime, anywhere. To satisfy my husband, I will be completely obedient and absolutely compliant. This is what I consider the most important thing?

When you hear these words from your husband, will you accept what he told you as your own belief? 　　Sleep

, when you wake up, besides what you consider the most important thing, will you forget everything that happened tonight, only knowing that the sexual frigidity 　　test is over? **************** ... 　　"Yes, Mrs. Wei is perfectly fine," Dr. Yang announced. 　　"I told you, how could I possibly have a problem?" I said thankfully. 　　"Okay, Mrs. Wei, please rest a bit. We'll begin the second test after breakfast." Dr. Yang's words brought me back to reality. Yes, my husband and I came to 　　the "Marriage Classroom" last night, hoping to save our marriage. But did I really need it? I'm a woman, my husband's woman! 　　"Dr. Yang, I don't think I need it. My marriage is wonderful; there won't be any problems," I said firmly. 　　Dr. Yang observed me for a moment, then nodded. "Alright then, Mrs. Wei, please put on some makeup first. Follow the instructions on the tape recorder on the dressing table, and I'll go and tell Mr. Wei to come pick you up. 　　" "Why do I need to put on makeup? It's Saturday, a rare day off!" I remembered my husband often complaining that I looked haggard, but I have my own personality. 　　"I'm sorry, Mr. Wei instructed me to do this. In other words, this is what my husband said," Dr. Yang apologized. 　　Strangely enough, when I heard my husband say this, I felt it was the most natural thing to do to do his makeup. So I obediently sat down, pressed the recorder, and followed the instructions to do the makeup my husband liked. 　　Not long after I finished, Dr. Yang brought me a set of clothes to change into. I looked at them; the bra was a front-fastening lace series, the panties were a thong matching the bra, and there were also a pair of high-quality flesh-colored sheer stockings. I don't usually like wearing stockings, and the style of my underwear was a bit daring. So I asked Dr. Yang, "Give me back the little camisole I wore last night; I'm not used to dressing like this." "I can't help it; that's what my husband said." 　　In that instant, I suddenly longed to wear them all. I put on the bra first, and as I fastened the clasp, my breasts quickly swelled and hardened due to the compression of the cups. I couldn't help but gasp, "I'm a woman, I'm my husband's woman???" 　　Then, I slowly pulled up the lace thong. When the crotch of the pants completely covered my private parts and the thong was deeply embedded between my buttocks, I felt a kind of Japanese-style bondage pleasure, and involuntarily groaned, "I crave sex with my husband anytime, anywhere???" 　　Finally, I slowly put on the stockings for my legs. The soft touch of the silk made me groan again, "Hmm??? To satisfy my husband, I will be completely obedient and absolutely submissive???" After putting on the underwear and stockings, I put back on the strapless silk nightgown. Because the thin, transparent gauze dress that Dr. Yang gave me was too light and transparent, it was impossible to walk on the street without wearing something underneath. Even so, due to the tight fit of the dress, the lines of my bra and thong were still faintly visible. 　　Of course, I didn't know that my comfortable and satisfying attire was the result of Dr. Yang applying an aphrodisiac cream to my underwear and stockings earlier. 　　Not long after, my husband came to pick me up. He was very pleased with my outfit. Since it was Saturday, he suggested we go shopping and see a movie together. We hadn't done these things together in a long time, so I readily agreed. 　　"Tell me what you want to do most right now," he asked. 　　"I want to make love to you," I replied, blushing. 　　"And before that?" 　　"I'll be completely obedient and submissive," I said, not lying. " 　　And after that?" "I'll be thinking about making love 　　to you again." 　　My husband seemed satisfied with my answer: "So you'll have to do the housework then." "Okay?" I agreed, even though it was a somewhat unreasonable request. 　　"That's what my husband said." 　　In that instant, I suddenly felt that housework was a wife's duty, and there was no need to argue with my husband. So I readily accepted: "Of course, I should be responsible for the housework." My husband laughed: "With such a beautiful and capable wife like you, how could I bear to let you work too hard?" "If you're too tired, I'll help you with the housework." 　　These words made my heart flutter. Having such a considerate husband, I'm truly the happiest woman in the world. 　　As we walked out of the "Marriage Classroom" side by side, a business card accidentally slipped out of my husband's pocket. It read: 　　"Dr. Yang Qidao, Head of 'The Pampered Wife Classroom' ." 　　My husband quickly picked it up and put it back in his pocket. Since it was only for a moment, I think I must have misread it. I didn't want to ask; at that moment, I just wanted to hold my husband's strong arm and happily go shopping and see a movie. 　　[The End] 9413 bytes

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