Thread: My wife, my slave (Prince & Semper Fi)

Greg sat back from his wife's laptop and let out a long sigh. He was stunned by what he had just read, but the throbbing cock in his jeans was also evidence that he was incredibly turned on. It had started innocently at first. She had gone out for a girl's night with some friends and he needed to get someone's number from her email. He hadn't meant to snoop around on her browser, but somehow he had hit the back arrow and it went to an unexpected site. And then he'd checked the history. That was almost two hours ago. Two hours spent visiting all the sites, stories and videos he had found that she had looked at in the last couple weeks alone. The stunning thing was that if there was one problem in their relationship it was sex. His wife was not unwilling to have sex, it was just that their sex had become so vanilla, so predictable and frankly, so boring, that neither of them were that excited about it anymore. Greg was a bit embarrassed to admit that there were some nights where he'd almost rather just watch porn, jerk off and go to sleep rather than endure the same old missionary position oriented thrusting with some uninspiring moaning on both sides. He'd tried to spice things up a bit, but he realized now he never knew exactly what she wanted. Trying to be more romantic seemed to help a little, candles and massages, lots of foreplay and other tried and true techniques sparked a little extra flame. But it was a lot of work and the actual fucking wound up around the same. She didn't seem to like oral sex, anal was not even something he felt comfortable asking about, and he often felt like she had sex just to do her duty, rather than from some real lust and passion. He wasn't bad looking, with dark hair, blue eyes and a lean body he still kept in great shape despite being almost thirty. There was just something that wasn't making her excited. Then he read her browsing history tonight and his entire view of her had been turned upside down, ripped to shreds, and the pieces exploded one by one. She was kinky. Very kinky. But in a way that he had never suspected given how vanilla she had seemed. She was heavily into BDSM. The stories were always of women tied up, dominated, abused and used by a stern master. Sometimes non-consensually, other times willingly. Women that became sluts that existed to please their master in any way. He now realized that she was indeed a bit submissive, what he had thought passive before, and that everything he had tried which was designed to romance her just didn't flip any of her sexual switches. She didn't want to be pampered and worshiped, she wanted to be controlled and used. It was like trying to get a steak lover to eat a gourmet veggie burger. They would do it, agree that it tasted fine, but their appetite was never sated and they lusted for a different, more carnal flavor. A flavor they might be embarrassed to tell their vegetarian friend about. Greg had never really been a BDSM enthusiast. It was kinky stuff and he had gotten off to it before, but he had never really considered being a dom and acting like the men in the stories he had just read. Part of it was that he never really knew where the practical line would be drawn in real life if he were to try it with his wife. Fuck, it could be incredibly awkward if she only wanted it in fantasy but not in her bedroom for real. Imagine her reaction if he showed up with a crop and a leather chaps out of the blue! And worse, she might realize that he had snooped and that could be horrible for their relationship. There was almost no way he could just casually ask if she might want him to spank her and handcuff her tonight without arousing suspicion. It just wasn't in the DNA of their relationship. He carefully left the laptop as it was and returned to the bedroom to change, thinking about what he could do to use this knowledge to rekindle what had become a dying fire in their bedroom. He was lying in bed an hour later when he heard the door open and his wife enter, no doubt a little tipsy and possible expecting some action. He had some ideas already and a smile crept to his face as he heard her walking down the hall.