The Classroom for Beloved Wives

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 around, I'm quite confident in my appearance.

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

But he didn't.

We've been married for three years and don't have children yet. My husband dreams of making a name for himself in a big city, while I, having married him, have followed him into this bustling city. 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 what he can't stand.

But it's not really 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 have to manage household chores at night. He slacks off at work and acts like a king after work; there's no way that's fair. So I started asking him to share the housework.

Then he accused me of not being a proper wife.

I got angry and retorted, "You have such a beautiful and capable 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 not a proper wife?"

I think I hurt his pride. Since then, we've been arguing more and more. Now, we haven't had sex for over three months.

I don't know how he's coping. I'm busy with work every day, and sex is actually irrelevant to me. I don't know if it's because I don't dress up enough to 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 came in with a strange smile and told me he had a way to resolve our conflict. It turned out he wanted me to go with him to a psychological counseling center called a "marriage classroom." It happened to be a Friday, and since I didn't have to work the next day, 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 go in first. I peeked through the door and saw my husband chatting happily with the psychologist, and at the end, he even handed him what seemed to be a considerable sum of money.

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'll 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 story?

" "Mrs. Wei, please calm down." Dr. Yang still spoke politely: "We understand very well that Mr. Wei also has his faults." However, we often encounter this kind of situation, so we have a general grasp of the key issue. 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 more closely.

"The marriage counseling session actually separates couples for counseling; we'll focus on 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 things go smoothly, you can be discharged tomorrow morning." "What?" I was startled: "Does that mean I have to be hospitalized??? Ah!" Suddenly, my whole body felt numb and tingling—a reaction to an electric shock—and then I lost consciousness.

**********

...

"He explained, gesturing to the nurse beside him. The nurse then activated a button on the device.

'I don't have frigidity, I don't need the test!' I vehemently denied, genuinely frightened, unsure of what Dr. Yang intended to do to me.

'Yes, liars usually don't admit to lying. Mrs. Wei, there's no need to panic, it'll be over in a second.' He leaned closer, as if 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 tipped with flat-headed tweezers. They slowly burrowed into my breasts along the shoulder straps of my nightgown, clamping my nipples. Finally, another identical cable extended from the seat cushion. Although my head was immobilized, 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 to me with a gentle expression, "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 body. And then…? Perhaps it was at the junction of my cervical spine and the back of my head, I thought, a cold sensation gradually spreading. Strangely

, as this cold sensation spread throughout my entire head, my nipples and genitals began to burn unbearably.

My breasts began to swell and harden, and at a certain point, my nipples suddenly clamped shut, sending an electric shock through them. This kind of pleasure was unprecedented. My consciousness began to blur, and to reach the point where my nipples would clamp shut and send an electric shock, I desperately engaged in sexual fantasies to keep my breasts swollen and hard. I think I started fantasizing. The more I fantasized, the cooler and more comfortable my mind became. Next, I had to satisfy my physical needs.

'So quick to get into it, Mrs. Wei, you're really lewd.' Seeing that I was beginning to crave the metal penis inside me, Dr. Yang instructed me: 'Repeat after me: I am a woman, I am my husband's woman, I crave sex with my husband anytime, anywhere, and to satisfy him, I will be completely obedient and absolutely submissive. This is what I consider most important.'

'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 slight electric shock. The cool, pleasant 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, repeat it quickly.' Dr. Yang sympathized with my resistance and encouraged me to quickly give up the futile struggle.

I resisted several more times, but ultimately I was powerless. I 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 from 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 it one more time, and the metal penis went in again.

After repeating this several times, I completely lost my will, letting my lust control my wild desires.

As I gradually became exhausted 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 him, I will be completely obedient and submissive. This is what I consider most important.

When you hear these words from your husband, will you take what he told you as your own confidence?

Sleep, and when you wake up, besides what you consider most important, you will forget everything that happened tonight, only knowing that the sexual frigidity test

is over.

********** ... "I countered.

'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 attended

a course offered by the 'Marriage Classroom' last night, hoping to save our marriage. But, do I really need it? I'm a woman, I'm my husband's woman!

'Dr. Yang, I think I don't need it. My married life is very happy, there won't be any problems,' I said firmly. Dr.

Yang observed me for a while, then nodded and said, 'Alright, Mrs. Wei, please put on some makeup first. Following the instructions of the tape recorder on the dressing table, I'll go and notify Mr. Wei to come and pick you up.

' Why do I need to put on makeup? Today is Saturday, a rare day off! 'I remember my husband often complains that I look haggard, but I have my own personality.' '

I'm sorry, this is what Mr. Wei instructed.'" In other words, this is what my husband said. 'Dr. Yang apologized.'

Strangely enough, when I heard that this was my husband's words, I felt that doing his makeup was the most natural thing to do. So I obediently sat down, pressed the recorder, and followed the instructions to do the makeup my husband liked.

Not long after I finished my makeup, 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 was also a pair of high-quality flesh-colored sheer stockings. I don't usually like wearing stockings, and the style of the underwear was a bit daring. So I asked Dr. Yang: 'Please give me back the little camisole I wore last night; I'm not used to dressing up like this.' 'I can't help it, this is 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 at my chest, my breasts quickly swelled and hardened due to the tightness 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-trimmed thong. When the crotch was completely covered and the thong was deeply embedded between my buttocks, I felt a kind of Japanese-style bondage pleasure, and involuntarily moaned, "I crave sex with my husband anytime, anywhere???" Finally

, I slowly put on stockings. The soft touch of the silk made me moan again, "Hmm??? To satisfy my husband, I will be completely obedient, absolutely submissive???" After putting on the lingerie and stockings, I put back on the strapless silk nightgown. Because the sheer, see-through dress Dr. Yang gave me was so light and transparent, it was impossible to walk on the street without wearing something underneath. Even so, due to the close fit of the dress, the lines of my bra and thong were still faintly visible.

I had no idea that my comfortable and satisfying attire was the result of Dr. Yang applying an aphrodisiac cream to my underwear and stockings.

Not long after, my husband came to pick me up. He was very pleased with my appearance, and 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 reluctantly agreed.

"Tell me what you want to do most right now," my husband asked.

"I want to make love to you," I replied, blushing.

"And before that?"

"I will be completely obedient and submissive," I didn't lie.

"And after making love?"

"I'll be thinking about making love to you again next time."

My husband seemed very satisfied with my answer: "So you'll still have to do the housework." "Okay???" I obeyed, even though the request was a bit unreasonable???

That was my husband's suggestion. In that instant ,

I suddenly realized that housework was a wife's duty, and there was no need to argue with my husband. So I reluctantly accepted, saying, "Of course, I should be responsible for 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 share the housework."

These words made me overjoyed. I have 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 Beloved 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]

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