Perfect Little Housewives

38M. Fan of stories and images of women who have become trapped in a domestic dream of petticoats, aprons, heels, and pearls.

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School Spirit #6

Stacey had really hoped to NOT lose her virginity this way. Deep down, she knew that if she did, it would be the end of her chances at freedom. If only she had a managed to get to college and have a bunch of modern, uninhibited sex, she might have avoided having her pleasure linked with Peter Pan collars and petticoats! But there’s no sense in crying over spilled… well, you know the rest!

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School Spirit #5

After a quick engagement and a beautiful 1950’s wedding, Stacey’s life with Steve had finally begun! Unfortunately, as she is learning, giving in and letting herself get stuck is only the beginning…

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School Spirit #4

Stacey soon found that what she had agreed to in the car, what had seemed so swell that night at the drive-in, seemed ever so frustrating the next day. The idea of waiting until marriage was intolerable, especially with her barely able to think, and seeing Steve every day only made things worse. She only managed to make it a few days before she finally caved to the pressure, and begged her mother again for help. She begged to know what would make a guy like Steve hers, permanently.

Her mother wasted no time using this opportunity to turn her Stacey into the perfect little Pleasantville ideal daughter... the daughter that she had always wanted. What should have been an obvious ploy to Stacey now seemed completely plausible as her mother dressed her up in all of the outfits that she had been so eager for her to wear: extra nerdy, extra goody-two-shoes, prudish, conservative clothing. She looked like the quintessential 50s girl who… well, who got dressed up by her mother!

But all that Stacy could think about was Steve. Night and day, Steve was the only thing on her mind. She stopped even noticing when her mother started to freely dress her like a goody-two-shoes little doll. She didn’t protest. Instead, she fussed over her Peter Pan collar and tried to get Steve to notice her, even as she became more modest and nerdy. Every time she saw him in class, or in the hallway, she fawned desperately, and obviously.

And in citizenship class, they were sitting next to each other.

Every class, Stacey told herself she would act cool. But each class, Stacey was in a daze. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. To her own horror, she found herself thinking, oh golly, I’m just EVER so lucky!

And that’s when she heard it. The teacher asked a question, and Stacey knew the answer. Her participation had been low in this class. And right now, she wanted Steve to look at her more than anything.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him glance at her as she made a fool of herself waving at the teacher. It was her clothing. Dressed like this, she couldn’t help but be the obedient little schoolgirl that she appeared to be. A perfect goody-two-shoes, more than willing to embarrass herself to be the teacher’s pet. She felt slick between her legs. She needed this. She needed to… to get to answer the question, in front of the whole class, in front of him. To let him know that she was a goody-two-shoes. To let him know that she was a nerd. To let him know that she would be easy to keep— that she wouldn’t know any better. The kind of modest girl that her mother had assured her that boys wanted.

The teacher asked again; she saw Stacey's hand and clearly was wondering rhetorically if anyone other than her knew. Stacey nearly moaned as she leaned forward in her seat. The teacher turned and snickered, and then Steve, who was openly watching her, did the same, and it made her go cross-eyed and squeal. She nearly came. The teacher, smirking now herself, finally pointed to her. ”Yes dear?”

Still caught up in the glow of obedience, every word she recited became, from this point forward in her life, linked forevermore to her arousal. “The first rule of being a good Pleasantville citizen is to always do JUST as you’re told!” She nearly gasped as she finished the motto.

The teacher nodded and continued the lesson, but Steve leaned over. Before she could even catch her breath from that perfect humiliation, he whispered, pretending to rib her with his elbow like he was joking, “That was pretty impressive. Gosh, this is why you’ll make such a good wife!"

And her world exploded. He was already thinking of her as a wife? And a GOOD one?!? She stood up straighter, blushing and clasping her hands. Oh golly, she thought, and if he DID propose?!? What an absolute DREAM!!"

And for just a moment, she was frozen like that, staring, before it all came crashing down on her. What she was doing. What she was thinking. How she was dressing. All of it, under her mother's watchful gaze. Obedient. Dutiful. Diligent. Everything her mother wanted her to be. And try as she might, Stacey just couldn't even imagine her future as anything other than the vision she had just seen so clearly, of herself, married to Steve, an aproned housewife once and for all.

She had wanted to escape, to be a modern woman, to have a future in science. But she knew, deep down, that if Steve proposed, she would say yes, and spread her legs for him on their wedding night to get sealed into a housewife life permanently.

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Once, my body itself edged me where it was the tingly ‘rush’ feeling right as you are about to finish but for some reason I couldn’t actually finish finish to get that relief, and so I was stuck edging myself stupid for 3 hours straight, consistently being right on the verge of cumming and at the very peak, anticipation part of the climax that’s only meant to last a few seconds max but I had no release. I was stuck like that for 3 hours till i gave up from exhaustion. And the only thing that was stopping me was my own body for some reason, i wasn’t trying to deny my orgasm. I was actually crying and shaking and actively begging anyone to come fuck me, and my head and body was so fuzzy and tingly. Genuinely all i wanted was to be fucked I didn’t care about anything, any and all my morals and dignity flew out the window as i was screaming and babbling i don’t even remember what i said or did I was not in control of my body I would’ve traded my entire life just to be used and filled with cock and i’m desperately trying to feel that way again 😵‍💫🫠

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Obsession Submission

Bear, Sarah, and Ian all watched Nikki as she finished her speech.

“…and that’s why I think we live in a special world. A world that was… MADE for us.” Despite growing up in Pleasantville World and knowing that women weren’t allowed to be writers, Nikki had always had an interest in words. After marrying Ian (something that was mandatory after their first accidental dalliance after one trivia night) she had started to act strangely. But that wasn’t unexpected, especially in the years before, and especially leading up to, a woman’s Willow Treatment.

Women always acted strange before their Willow Treatment on their 25th birthday. Afterwards, they always acted the same.

Nikki and Sarah were born the same month, and so their Willow Treatments were on the same day at the same facility. They were both nervous; the actual content of the treatments were one of the best kept secrets in all of Pleasantville World. They had existed for as long as Pleasantville World had— that is to say, longer than anyone could remember. And yet in that time, younger women never discovered what the treatments were. Older women assured them that they would learn, and when they did, they would love the treatments even more.

Sarah had started talking about art again recently, after finally getting engaged to Bear. But since there were no tattoos in Pleasantville World, she never quite had the works to explain her passion.

Each girl was led into a separate isolated booth. In front of them, instructions have been placed. Inside each sealed room, a mechanical arm placed what appeared to be some kind of toy, called a “One Wish Willow”. Each woman had spent years being conditioned to follow orders without question, so they found it shocking how insistent the written instructions were. The paper said that if any un-approved speech was heard in the booth, the air within would be altered to prevent any sound and stifle speech. Only one single sentence would be allowed.

It never occurred to the women that this was anything other than a loyalty test. As they each took the wooden branch in hand, they prepared to break it in the middle, as they read the pre-approved words:

“I wish that I always loved my Pleasantville World life more than any other life I could ever have!”

When they left the facility, Nikki and Sarah were like brand new women. They acted stranger, but in some ways, more normal— more like every other adult woman in Pleasantville World. Nikki never again mentioned writing, and Sarah never mentioned art. Instead they gushed about chores, and taking care of their men. That was the focus of their lives now, and it would be… forever, and ever, and ever, and ever…

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School Spirit #3

Stacey’s date with Steve wasn’t going so well.

Not that it was going bad— quite the opposite, in fact. Steve was the perfect gentleman, and paid for Stacey’s food and ticket at the cute little 50s drive-in movie theater. But as they watched the corny film, Stacey could see… movement… in the other cars. And she could hear noises.

Not her and Steve, of course. Steve was focused on the movie, on the date, on their lovely conversation. Even as some of the car windows around them started to fog up, and the noises seemed to escalate beyond just making out, Steve never seemed to notice. But Stacey did.

She remembered that her main priority was still escaping town. Most of all, she was doing everything she could to make sure that she didn’t get stuck in a life here. But right now, for some reason, all she could think about was how to get Steve to kiss her.

She leaned in. She batted her eyelashes. She gave all the signals, but nothing worked. Around her, she could hear distant, muffled moans. But Steve just kept watching the film and making conversation.

The third time she tried to give him the opportunity, leaning in until their lips were close, Steve said outright, "I'm really glad our parents set this up, Stacey. I didn't realize that you had wanted to be such a traditional girl, but when your mother said you turned down scholarships and grants to attend Pleasantville University and get your ‘Mrs.’ degree, I figured we would agree on a lot of things. I want the same thing as you-- for you to be a well-kept housewife living your perfect traditional domestic life. As long as we agree on that, I feel like... why... I'd be PROUD to make you Mrs. Steve Smith."

Something about those words bounced around inside of Stacey's head. She was stunned, her head ringing, but she was smiling. She didn't even hear the words that were leaving her mouth. "M-me too! Glad, I mean! That m-mother... said all that!! A-and I, I, I AM! Y-yup! So, l-like, yes! I mean! I w-would, I'd, like... b-be proud too, I guess! I mean, I WOULD! I mean, g-golly, I'm SO glad we agree on so much-- I totally want to be a traditional housewife!!"

He nodded and smiled, half-watching the romantic film, as though this were the most normal response in the world. Even as she tried to think of what to say next— was there any recovering, any getting out of this?— that’s when Steve spoke again. "And that means that you want to wait until marriage? Like your mother said? I want you to know I completely approve, in fact, I admire it!"

She could have said no. She could’ve said that her mother was mistaken, or that unbeknownst to her mother, she had other plans. Stacey’s mother had wanted her to be a virgin, deflowered by her husband on their wedding night, so that her body would be helplessly loyal to her new husband. This is where Stacey could have asserted herself. But she didn’t. What Stacey did was blurt out, “Oh golly… y-yes, that’s exactly right! I’m s-saving myself f-for my husband!!”

Steve beamed at that. "I was hoping that was the case. I know it's a lot to ask, even in Pleasantville. But I don't just want any girl, Stacey. I want my girl to be a real prim and proper goody-two-shoes. The most obedient, rule-following housewife in town."

Now, Stacey knew what she was saying. She couldn't back down now, it was too late. Fully knowing what she was agreeing to, Stacey sputtered out, "Well, gee-whiz, t-that's me! To a 'T'! Hehe!! L-like, seriously, I've actually always wanted to be the local goody-two-shoes girl in town!"

And so they sat, with Stacey's hands folded neatly in front of her, watching the movie and hearing the sounds of passion around them. And Stacey smiled, knowing fully that she if she kept dating Steve, she would be signing up for a life of chaste, proper obedience.

Golly, she realized suddenly, why does that seem so… so…

… so perfectly SWELL?!?

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It'd be so nice to be domesticated, huh, plaything? I think you'd do so well as a mindwiped house spouse.

Flouncing around in an apron and nothing else, giving a brainless giggle every time you're groped or stroked. Wearing whatever your owner wants you to wear, be that a collar or some high heels, and always making sure to chirp out a brainless "thank you, Master" whenever they tell you how pretty you look.

Just a silly Stepford doll, no longer having to worry about anything more complicated than having dinner ready on time and keeping your owner happy and satisfied.

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School Spirit #2

Stacy had wanted to be strong. She wanted to be the girl who resisted Pleasantville University. She thought if she could just make it through, and not let it change her, maybe there was still a chance for her to pursue her dreams of a successful career. She knew that her mother just wanted her to find a man and settle down, so she knew that was the number one thing that she had to avoid at all costs.

But all that went out the window when she met Steven.

She had a crush from the moment she saw him. From that point on, she couldn’t think about much else. Try as she might, she found herself obsessing over what he thought of her, whether he liked her back, whether he would ask her out. Finally, after months of frustration, she turned to the only person she could— her mother.

Stacey asked her mother what she should do. How could she get Steve to ask her out? To her horror, her mother had been waiting for just this moment. Without missing a beat, she had called Steve’s parents and set up a date between her daughter and the handsome young man. She even picked out a sweet little blue dress for Stacey to wear. Stacy knew that this was a bad idea… but the chance to date Steve was all she could think about. Before she knew it she was nervously walking out the door, hanging on his arm, eager and nervous for a swell date.

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School Spirit #1

Stacey Goodwin had planned it all out so carefully. She had snuck around at the Pleasantville Library to get access to the internet. She had found a printer, and managed to fill out applications to all of the major research institutions across the country. She was going to escape. She was going to make it out of Pleasantville. She was going to make something of herself. She was going to become a scientific researcher, and she would avoid the fate her mother had planned for her ever since she moved the family to Pleasantville.

But Stacey made one mistake. She didn’t know that the Pleasantville mailmen checked all outgoing mail. And before she knew it, all of those applications, all of that hard work, ended up in the hands of her doting mother. And Mrs. Goodwin couldn’t be happier to crow over her victory.

Before she knew it, Stacey had been stuffed into a proper schoolgirl outfit, and was enrolled at Pleasantville University. And the worst part was the moment she saw the outfit, all she could think was that she really did look cute!!

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