Being quarantined with My husband has been very stressful. I feel that My husband and I do not adhere to the same standard of personal hygiene, and I have become very concerned about him catching this nasty virus. Even worse, I fear him infecting Me. For this reason, I have decided that it has become necessary for our safety to regress and infantilize him and keep him firmly under My control. I accomplish this by making my husband address Me as his progenitor. I also hobble him with a humbler, which he is required to wear. It restricts his mobility and keeps him from wandering too far from Me. Ive set several new health and safety protocols to avoid contamination and bodily putrefaction. My husband must submit to having his rectal temperature taken several times a day to monitor signs of a possible infection. My husband also must always wear a mask over his face in our home. We must not ever breathe the same air without filtration. I, Myself, am not held to this same requirement as I am cleaner, wiser, and am capable of making My own decisions. I frequently examine my husbands hands for signs of his washing. The epidemiologists advise us to wash our hands several times a day, and the State promotes this information. I must make sure my husband complies. Today starts with a typical hygiene inspection. He tolerates the rectal thermometer but starts to question Me during the examination of his fingernails. Any questioning of My authority in this household must be met with swift punishment. Thankfully, the humbler has not just positioned him perfectly for taking his rectal temperature. Hes also perfectly positioned for an impromptu spanking. My husband needs to understand that I control him out of love. I control him so that he does not bring filth and disease into our New York apartment. I pull out the paddles to help Me reassert My Dominance. I lock him underneath Me and make his bottom very red with My hands and the wooden paddles. I remind him that the restriction that I place is to keep him close, to keep him inside, to keep him safe. His cock and balls become engorged in an almost grotesque display. I neglect his aching manhood, despite the clearness of his want for sexual release. There is nothing I love more than a neglected erection. I allow My desperate husband to hump my leg a little while the spanking continues, but thats as far as hell be allowed to get. His erection becomes so vulgar and distracting that I decide to end the spanking. I need to ice this erection to shrink it and stuff it into chastity for the night. I can trust that hell stay close by, even without the humbler, because Ill have the only key to his chastity. (14:55 long)Clip Contains: Madam Director, Lola, Female Domination, Spanking F/m, Humbler, Rectal Temperature Taking, Control, Discipline, Paddling, Hairbrush Spanking, OTK, Infantilization
