Chapter 2 - 2 attitude adjustment

The next morning, Jack woke up to the smell of a huge breakfast. bacon, sausage, eggs, and pancakes all mingled in the air as he rubbed his eyes. He stumbled into the kitchen in search of coffee and his wife, when he stopped dead in his tracks. The kitchen table was piled high with plates of food, and standing right in front of it was Lily in her full Domme outfit. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and she held a leather whip in her hand.

"Wow, babe...." Jack started to say, when all of a sudden, the whip snapped out across his legs.

"You will address me as Mistress, and only when I tell you, is that clear?" Lily's voice was the same tone and volume that she had always used, but there was a hard, icy undercurrent that thrilled Jack to hear. She was so completely in charge and every inch of her body spoke of confidence and power. He almost didn't recognize this goddess in his kitchen.

"Ow!" he yelped as the whip hit him again.

"I said, is that clear?" Lily repeated.

"Yes, Mistress!" Jack hurried to say before she had the chance to whip him again. Those stings really hurt, he wasn't in a hurry to get another one.

Lily pointed to a single chair at the head of the table. "Sit."

Jack sat down and awaited her next command. She placed a plate in front of him. Pancakes with butter and maple syrup. "Eat."

Jack wasn't usually a big breakfast person, but he figured he would humor his wife and at least show her h was making an effort. He quickly ate his way through two thirds of the plate before he put his fork down and looked up at her expectantly.

Lily's eyes narrowed and her voice raised in volume the slightest bit. "Is there a problem, slave?"

"Mistress, I'm finished." jack said, hoping she would be pleased he had remembered to call her the right thing.

SCHWICK! SSHWACK! The whip struck his arm and shoulder painfully, bringing tears to his eyes. As he bit his lip in pain, he heard Lily speaking.

"First of all, slave, you will never look at me without my permission. You are not my equal, you are my subordinate. You will show that you know your place by keeping your eyes respectfully averted. If you forget to do so, you will be punished. SECONDLY...I DECIDE when you are finished. I control you. I will say when you have had enough. When I want a slave's opinion, I will ask for it. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." Jack's arm was stinging. He was shocked that all of this power and control was emanating from his tiny wife. He was in awe.

"Finish your plate," she ordered, but instead of pointing to his mostly-finished pancakes, she gestured to a new plate piled high with a giant omelette oozing cheeses and bacon and sausage.

Jack hesitated only for an instant before he saw the whip twitch in her hand. he quickly dug in and shoveled the giant plate of fattening food as quickly as he could. As he ate, he could hear Lily speaking in his ear, softly and dangerously.

"I won't have a disobedient, disrespectful slave in my house. Any time you question me, disobey me, or displease me in any way, you will be punished. I am doing this for your own good. A good slave is disciplined and strong in his servitude. A good slave is proud to serve his Mistress. I am punishing you for your own good. I am punishing you to teach you self-discipline and how to be a good slave. This is all for your own good, do you understand?"

Jack managed to mumble "yes, Mistress" through a giant mouthful of meat and cheese. Slavery seemed much more difficult than he had anticipated. So many things to remember already. He wasn't sure if the whippings were the punishments, or if having to eat the giant breakfast was (his stomach was beginning to get painfully full). He hoped Lily would see how hard he was trying to do this whole slavery thing righ and would cut him a break.

No such luck. As he painfully finished the last greasy bites of the gargantuan omelette feast, Lily asked him, "was that a good breakfast, slave?"

"yes, Mistress."

"Don't I take good care of my slave, making sure he has enough to eat?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's right," purred Lily. "Is my slave starting to feel full?"

Jack's stuffed stomach gurgled and groaned. "Yes, Mistress."

"But my slave is here to learn to ignore his own desires, correct?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"My slave may be full, but if his Mistress wants him to keep eating, he will obey because My desires are the only ones that matter. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Jack's stomach was really feeling the effects of all the food he had just bolted down. He felt heavy and stuffed and wanted nothing more than to just flop back on the couch and digest, but he knew better than to say so.

"I'm going to teach my slave better than to try and tell me when he has had enough!" Lily said triumphantly. "I alone will judge what is best for my slave. Do you understand?"

Jack could see where this was going. "Yes, Mistress."

Lily pointed to the last plate, piled high with thick slices of French toast and greasy sausage links. "Eat. And let this be a lesson to you about trying to tell your Mistress when you have had enough!"

Jack couldn't believe he had any room left in his stomach, which felt packed full as a rock. He slowly and agonizingly cut pieces of the thick bread and carried it to his mouth. Chewing seemed impossible, and swallowing was almost painful. He could feel Lily watching him as he painstakingly worked his way through the plate, alternating between the rich toast and the savory sausages. The food was definitely delicious, but Jack was so, so beyond full that he could barely enjoy it. He wanted to stop, but he knew Lily was standing right behind him with the whip in her hand, looking for the chance to teach him another "lesson."

Jack's stomach, usually slightly soft but still flat, now looked stretched to capacity. It stuck out into his lap, round and tight like a beach ball, but heavy as a sack of wet cement. He felt sluggish, lightheaded and dizzy as he continued to sweat and chew his way through the rest of the plateful.

How could he possibly fit anything else into his belly? He could never remember being this full before. It was hot, uncomfortable, and heavy feeling. Over halfway done. He encouraged himself as he chewed and swallowed, a little faster now. He was almost at the end, and then this ridiculousness could stop. He shuddered to think about what would happen if he didn't finish.

Finally, he swallowed the last bite, feeling packed so tight that he could hardly move. He was breathing hard and panting from the effort.

He waited to see what the result from Lily would be, but shockingly, she didn't say anything at all, but pushed the now empty table away from his chair and placed a hand on his grossly distended gut, massaging it and helping relieve some pressure. Jack sighed in relief. Where had she learned to do that? Didn't matter, it felt incredible.

What felt even more incredible (and shocking!) was that Jack realized that Lily had slid her other hand into his boxers and was now massaging his cock. Jack was always more aroused in the mornings, and the adrenaline of his first "slave" session coupled with the ministrations of his wife, led him to a blissful, powerful, shuddering climax in just a few short minutes.

Now spent and truly exhausted, he let his full, fattened belly weigh him down and pin him to the chair.

"You have 5 minutes to recover. Then shower and get dressed, I've laid out your clothes. You will call me from work at 9:30 AM sharp and await instructions. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." jack was intrigued and also worried. What had she planned for him during his work day?

He waited until she had walked out of the room to breathe a sigh of mingled relief at not having to be 'punished' anymore. He cradeled and rubbed his big dome of a belly, still tightly packed.