A new normal.

"T-thank you." She breathed as I praised and comforted her. She looked exhausted, her dark hair clinging to her face in places.

I wiped my messy cock on her naked thighs and stood. "Now I expect you to start showing me proper respect for everything I do for you."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she sank into a defeated kneeling position in front of the couch, her eyes lowered. "Yes. I will, I promise I will. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, husband." Her voice was soft, weak, and sincere. A far cry from her shrieking accusations not an hour before.

Her sudden change of attitude nearly revived my tired cock. I felt a dizzying rush of power and pride as I stood over her. Reaching forward, I stroked her hair again and she drew a ragged breath as though she'd feared I would strike her instead, relaxing visibly when I did not. "Look at me."

She raised her eyes to mine, hopeful and trusting.

"I forgive you."

More tears in her eyes, this time of gratitude. "Oh, thank you. Thank you, I—"

I cut her off by pressing my half-erect cock to her lips, one hand on the back of her head to steady her. She didn't hesitate to oblige, parting her lips and submissively, almost reverently suckling on my manhood. I let her set the pace as my cock continued to swell back to size and she worked her lips and tongue slowly over the shaft and head. She was a sinner seeking absolution through cock worship. It felt incredible. Her lips and tongue were nice, don't get me wrong, but the real treat was knowing I had broken this woman and now she lived only to please me.

It took her at least twenty minutes but finally she earned her reward of hot jizz down her throat, which she swallowed eagerly. When she was finished she looked up at me expectantly, again hopeful. "Good girl," I said and she nodded appreciatively. "Now go clean yourself up. You look like a whore."

She nodded again, less appreciatively, and stood. I caught her by the arm and added, "Take some pride in your appearance, woman. You're half as sexy as you used to be. And no more drinking; you embarrass yourself."

"Y-yes, I will, thank you." she nodded, looking slightly crestfallen as she turned towards the stairs, but she did stand up a little straighter. I'd always told her that good posture was one of the most attractive elements of a woman. I couldn't help but make a mental note of several small adjustments to her face and body I might want to make later.

I didn't see the girls until dinner. Judy prepared a simple dinner and we gathered around the table. Melanie and Valerie had been very quiet and awkward ever since I recovered them from their disastrous party boat two weeks earlier, but today they seemed a little more sociable. They both watched curiously as Judy served me up a plate of food like a personal attendant. However, when Judy asked if she might be permitted to stand for dinner, both girls looked at me with indecipherable expressions. "No. You will either sit there and eat with us, or you will kneel here and eat after."

Valerie looked at Melanie, who only chewed her bottom lip, watching silently, then both turned to see what their mother would do. She looked at her daughters, then back at me. Her eyes fell upon the hard wooden chair and she shook her head slightly. She returned to my end of the table and lowered herself to her knees beside me, staring at the floor.

"No." I said, and curled my fingers around her shock collar. I felt my blood warm as I considered the audacity of what I was about to do. I led her on her hands and knees beneath the table to kneel between my thighs. "Here. Make yourself useful." With shaking hands, she obeyed, fishing out my cock and lowering her hot mouth over it as I ate my meal. The sounds of her effort were plain to be heard in the otherwise silent dining room.

Melanie chewed her lip again. It was a bad habit she'd always done when she was thinking. Valerie openly stared at the table as though she could see her mother through it, her face a blank mask. Neither ate much. At one point, Valerie opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again. At some point during the meal, I came into Judy's mouth, feeding her her well-earned dinner. I didn't try to hide it. I even locked eyes with Melanie as Judy gulped and sputtered loudly beneath the table, barely restrained ecstasy evident on my face. Valerie never looked up from that spot on the table and never gave any hint of what was going on in her head. Judy cleaned me off and then spent the rest of the meal resting her head on my thigh like a loyal pet.

I didn't care. I was the man of the house and she was my wife. It was my right to use her as I saw fit and I wasn't going to coddle them just because they were horrifically ****. I excused them from the table and they carried their dishes to the sink, rinsed them, and disappeared somewhere into the house. Judy and I were alone again.

"Now." I said, and she rose to her feet to clear my place before retiring to the kitchen to make herself a small plate of what had already become leftovers.

I spent the night instructing Judy on exactly how I expected her to behave moving forward. I made her see that she owed me everything, that she was nothing without me, and that her whole purpose was to serve me and please me. She didn't argue with me.

Over the next several days, Judy became more comfortable with her new servile role in the household and less shy about performing it in front of our daughters. She knelt whenever I entered a room, and crawled to me whenever I sat, always to swallow my cock. I fucked her wherever I wished, as well. On the couch, on the floor, in the stairwell, on the kitchen counter, in the shower. She never refused. The girls walked in on us a few times. Melanie would always immediately turn around and leave without a word. Valerie would often watch a moment before doing the same. Sometimes she would watch in silence from the next room, thinking I wasn't aware of her.

The days turned to weeks, the weeks to months. Judy had taken our talks to heart. She'd begun a serious exercise program and was looking much better. Her sense of style became increasingly sexual as well, favoring deep necklines and loose skirts that left her accessible. Her sex drive improved, and she became a beautiful, dutiful, and enthusiastic wife. She did get a bit of an attitude every couple of weeks, but always straightened right out when I punished her. I set a schedule of bi-weekly punishments whether she misbehaved or not. We called it maintenance. It worked wonders. Every other Sunday night she would report to my home office to be spanked to tears and fucked like a whore. She even started to look forward to her maintenance punishments. It certainly helped to keep her on her best behavior the other days.

Meanwhile, the twins seemed to grow increasingly anxious. Bored at home, they started working out with their mother and they were in the best shape of their young lives, truly breathtaking. Neither seemed to have any hobbies besides working out. They would eat meals with us but otherwise were like ghosts hiding somewhere in the house. Watching everything but saying nothing. Something had to give at some point. I only wish I knew what they thought of all this.