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Tonya and Terry are a married couple with fantasies they have kept hidden from each other. One day Tonya discovers videos on his computer confirming somewhat similar fantasies between them, and decides to make her fantasy a reality.
Terry plays along, an internal struggle gripping his brain. Part of him wants to live out his fantasy, yet part of him wants to run. What happens when the realization of how their fantasies differ hits him?
A compelling and steamy 6800 word tale about a man thinking with the wrong head, being led down a path into complete submission and service forever changing the hierarchy in his own house.
This story includes BDSM, Femdom, harsh discipline and a strapon wielding wife turning her horny husband into becoming her submissive slave, and is intended for mature audiences only.

Excerpt:

“How many times have you jacked off to those movies?” The hard look in her eye told Terry she wasn’t playing around.

“I don’t really know, a lot.” His usual deep voice sounded meek and uncertain.

“Just so I understand, you dream about giving up control of yourself to a strong woman right?”

“Yes but only as a fantasy. I….” His words were stopped again.

“Understand that I fantasize about taking control, and you are going to give it to me aren’t you?” She leaned in merely an inch from his face.

“But”

“Yes or no is all I want to hear out of your mouth. And for the record, your pecker has already cast its vote.” She sneered at him.

Terry admitted defeat. After eight years of marriage Tonya knew him too well. She knew exactly what buttons to push, and how hard to press each one. He always led with his dick, and this wouldn’t be the first time she had used that against him.

“Yes”

“Yes what?” She wanted to hear him give up control

“Yes I am yours.” While his words stumbled out, part of him was actually excited to live out his fantasy. Humiliating but arousing at the same time.

“Mine to do with as I please? Yes or no.” Time to move in for the kill shot.

“Yes.” His eyes fell back to the floor as she let loose of the collar. The inner turmoil raged on, his brain in panic mode fighting with his libido that truly wanted this.

“Good. On your feet.” She stepped back from him and waited.

Terry being in excellent physical shape had little trouble rising without the use of his hands, he stood eyes still pointed at the floor, cock pointing straight at the ceiling and protruding from the pouch.

With another click she attached a leash to the ring on the collar.

“Come see what I had done to the basement.” She tugged on the leash biding Terry to follow, his eyes locked on that gorgeous ass swaying in front of him.

She unlocked the door and flipped the switch at the top of the stairs, illuminating the stairwell, before starting her descent. As he followed a leash length behind, he notice the lock on the basement door needed a key from either side to open it.

His mind still screamed out warning after warning that he was getting in over his head, yet he couldn’t tell her no. From the chance to live out his fantasy, to the choice to make her happy as he had always tried to do, he ignored the insistent red flags his brain threw out at a rapid pace.