When Jim came home from playing golf, his wife Betty was waiting at the door. Jim knew something was wrong.
"Follow me," was all she said.
Jim followed the nicely shaped woman of thirty nine through the house. Betty wasn't model material but she was more than Jim had ever hoped to land. She had a nice figure, she was fun and treated Jim good. Jim knew Betty was the best thing that ever happened to him. Jim wasn't a bad catch either. He was never the star athlete type but he had kept him self in good shape. For a man about to hit his forties he was doing pretty good. When they reached his computer room Betty pointed at Jim's computer screen. It was opened to a private email account that he hid from Betty. Jim used the email to correspond with an dominatrix he had found on the Internet but never met. Jim had secretly wanted his wife to dominate him but could never find the courage to tell her his fantasy.
Betty was mad and it showed in her face. She loved Jim but she didn't know if she could trust him anymore. She also didn't understand why he would turn to a complete stranger for sexual gratification.
"Jim, I am so hurt, angry and embarrassed.You have betrayed me and disrespected me. I'm very tempted to leave you right now," of course she wouldn't really leave over some emails like the ones Jim was sending but she wanted to scare Jim. Jim was scared too.
"I'm sorry," was all Jim could think to say. He didn't want to lose Betty, he loved her deeply.
"Is that what you want Jim? To be dominated by a woman?" she continued. Betty had found the emails a week earlier but waited until she knew what to do about them before she confronted Jim. All week she plotted but she also got more upset the more she thought about it. Jim stood with his head down to scared to speak.
"Jim, I'm going to make you an offer. You can either accept it or not. If you turn me down I'm not sure I will stay with you."
"what?" was all Jim could get out.
Betty continued, "For the next seven days I will dominate you. Even though I don't know much about the subject I have a pretty good imagination, I think I will manage. Let me warn you, to be dominated by a woman may not be exactly what you think it is. I will use you for my pleasure, not yours. In seven days you will either have had your fantasies come true or you will be cured from ever asking to have a woman control your life."
Jim couldn't believe his ears. Was she really offering to make him her slave? Just the thought made his dick start to grow. Very carefully he said, "Yes."
Betty then explained the rules. Jim was to do as he was told without question. If he refused her the agreement was broken was and she would leave. Jim was only too happy to agree. It was Saturday afternoon when Jim got exactly what he had been hoping for.
The first order Betty gave Jim was to go to the bathroom to shave off all the hair on his body below his neck. "Don't you want to come do it?" Jim asked Betty.
"Why would I want to waste my time doing that?" Betty replied. "Shaving is a chore... you're chore."
Jim was disappointed Betty didn't want to participate but still excited about what might come next. When he was done he found Betty in the bedroom. Betty looked him up and down but made no comment about Jim's hairless body. Betty told him to lay on the bed naked and close his eyes. Jim was very excited. He heard Betty leave the room. His mind was racing wondering what she might be getting. Ropes, chains, a sexy outfit, a whip perhaps? But after 30 minutes of Betty being gone Jim started to get irritated. Finally, Betty returned. She didn't waste any time either. Jim felt her hand squeeze behind his balls. Then he felt her other hand grab his semi-erect dick. Then he heard a "click" Sound. Betty told Jim to open his eyes. When he looked down his dick was stuffed into a clear tube about 2" long, with a small brass pad lock on it. Betty smiled as she saw the confused look on Jim's face.
Betty explained to Jim that after finding the emails, a week ago, she went to some fetish sites that sold sex toys. She had never seen a male chastity device but it was highly recommended for any woman "serious" about dominating her man. "That is what you want isn't it, Jim?" she asked.
"Er... yes, it's...just...well, yes," was his only answer.
"See Jim, this device will let me control three things. When you get hard and when you cum. Since I know all of this domination stuff gets you super excited it will keep you from locking yourself in the bathroom and playing with yourself dick like little school boys do, like you like to do sometimes still," Betty said as she smiled at Jim. Jim was embarrassed at Betty's reference to him masturbating. That was something he didn't think she knew about, something private.
Next Betty went to the closet and pulled out a maid uniform. "Jim, here is a maid outfit I want you to put on. Then I want you to clean the house from top to bottom, dust, vacuum, laundry, dishes...." She laid it on the bed with a pair of 3" high heels and left the room.
"Now we are talking," thought Jim. Forced to dress like a girl had always been a big fantasy for Jim, but as he studied the outfit he was very disappointed. It wasn't a frilly french maid costume he had fantasized about being forced to wear but rather a plain gray outfit like most maids wear at hotels. He put the outfit on and looked at himself in the mirror. He did look rather ridiculous. A grown man with a muscular frame stuffed into a woman's dress. The dress was too short and part of his ass was sticking out. The panties were plain white thongs that helped the dress expose his ass. The black heels forced him to push his ass out just a bit. The sight of seeing himself in the mirror excited him though, as did the thought of being forced to wear it by his wife. His dick started to get hard. Then he felt discomfort as the chastity tube denied his erection. He desperately wanted to jack-off but realized it was impossible. Frustrated, Jim left to start cleaning the house.
Other than a few cat calls when Jim bent over and exposed his ass the rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Betty laid on the couch reading a book or watching TV. Every so often she would find Jim and show him something he had failed to clean or missed. She took a few pictures too. As the day went on Jim became more frustrated and started getting a little mad. This wasn't going like he wanted at all. At one point he even tried to remind Betty he was suppose to be her slave.
"Betty, should I call you Mistress?" Jim asked as he dusted the bookcase.
"Don't be stupid Jim. That is a term that excites you, it's part of your male domination fantasy. It does nothing for me. Since you want a woman to take control, then we will do things that please me. That is true female domination. Isn't that what you wanted? So for now on you will call me Miss Betty. It shows respect and it is a term you can use in public without letting everyone in on our temporary lifestyle. I will refer to you as My Jim in public and anything I want to in private. It demonstrates my ownership of you." Once again, disappointed, Jim began cleaning again.
At the end of the day, after Betty had approved of all Jim's work, he was done. She met Jim in the bedroom. She told him to hang up his maid uniform. She informed him every morning he was to get up at 6:00am and fix her breakfast. After that he was to clean the house from top to bottom. "It shouldn't take long if you do it everyday." She then handed him a long nightgown and told him this was what she wanted him to wear every night to bed. Then, Betty climbed in bed and started to go to sleep.
That was it. Jim couldn't take anymore. "Betty, this isn't how it's suppose to work," he protested. "I'm not going to just cook and clean for you while you sit around and do nothing all day, ignoring me."
Betty sprang out of bed and got right in Jim's face. "You son of a bitch!" she shouted. "I thought you wanted to be the slave to a woman, to be totally dominated? Well, that is what you are now. You think women want to spend all day playing with your dick? You think I want to see your little dick walking around the house all day? Do you think that excites me? Spending hours tying you up, to get you excited, to help you get off? No! That's what you want, not me. See, you thought you could say I was in control but still control the situation. That's not how this is going to work. Everything we do... you do.. for this week, will be for MY benefit or pleasure. As a slave, you don't matter, at all."
Jim couldn't believe his wife was talking to him like this. It's not what he expected but he could hardly argue with her. He had wanted to be under the control of a woman. He had contacted another woman to do just that. Even though it wasn't what he had hoped for he could still feel his dick trying to get hard again.
Betty was mad. "Jim, I will not have you questioning how I treat you."
Jim knew he had crossed a line."Yes, Miss Betty," Jim replied.
"Now drop your panties and bend over the bed," she ordered.
Jim slide his panties off and leaned over the bed. Betty flipped his dress over his back to get good access to his ass. She grabbed a belt and hit him. It stung more than Jim thought being spanked would but finally they were playing out one of his fantasies. By the third swat Jim's dick was trying desperately to get hard but the chastity device wouldn't allow it. By the fifth swat Jim's ass was on fire, he had had enough. By the tenth swat Jim was swishing his ass around and kicking his legs. By the fifteenth Jim abandoned his pride and was begging Betty to stop. When she finally stopped at twenty, Jim had tears in his eyes. Jim thought being spanked by his wife would be fun but it wasn't, it hurt. Betty had Jim stand up and look her in the eye. He was embarrassed by his tears. " That was a taste of what you can expect if you question me again. Now go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes and think about how you dared complain when you are getting exactly what you asked for," Betty said as she held his chin in place. Jim slowly walked to the corner rubbing his sore, hot, red ass. Things were not working out the way he had expected.
The next morning Jim woke up to pain as his dick tried to have a morning erection but his chastity tube denied it. At 6:00am he got up, put his maid uniform on and made his wife breakfast. It only took him about an hour to go over the house again. When he was done he reported back to his wife who was laying on the couch.
"Ok Jim, every morning when your maid duties are done you are to take off your maid uniform and remain completely naked." Betty told him.
"Finally," Jim thought. "Now we are getting somewhere." Jim went, put the uniform away and came back naked.
"Jim, you have two positions in this house, being the maid and being the dog you are. When you are not being a maid you will become the house dog. These are the only two things you are allowed to be here," Betty instructed him.
"Now get down on all fours like the dog you are" Betty ordered.
Jim was stunned but complied. He never considered being made to be a dog. When he was on all fours she snapped a pink dog collar around his neck. Jim felt humiliated.
"Stay" Betty said to him like he was a dog. She walked around behind him and started pushing a butt plug with a dog tail attached to it into Jim's ass. Jim winced. He had never had anything up his ass and didn't like the thought of it. Remembering last night's spanking, Jim stood still as Betty slowly worked the plug into his ass. It wasn't all that, big but still, it was uncomfortable. Despite his discomfort Jim was surprised to feel his dick straining to get hard. When she was done Betty stood back and laughed at the sight of Jim with a tail sticking out of his ass.
"I never thought you'd like it in the ass, Jim." Betty teased.
"I don't like it!" Jim shot back in anger.
"Oh Jim, your mouth says you don't but your dick, trying to get hard, tells me you do," Betty said smiling as she pointed to Jim's chastity tube. She could feel his humiliation.
Jim's face turned red with embarrassment. Betty took a few more pictures.
After a few more laughs Betty left the room. With nothing to do Jim climbed onto the couch, found an acceptable way to sit that didn't push his tail deeper into his ass and started watching TV. Then out of the blue Jim was being hit. Not hard but repeatedly.
"No dogs on the furniture!" Betty yelled as she swatted Jim with a rolled up magazine, from behind the couch. Surprised, Jim scurried off the couch onto the floor. Betty sat down, unrolled the magazine and began to read it like nothing had happened. Jim had no choice but to lay on the floor to watch TV, sulking.
After a few hours Jim realized he needed to go to the bathroom but couldn't because of his dog tail. He was embarrassed to ask his wife if he could go to the bathroom, but he really had no choice. "Yes, I figured you would need to sooner or later," she told him. But instead of removing the tail she snapped a leash onto Jim's collar and started pulling him to the back door.
"I'm not going out there!" Jim said protested.
They lived in the country so neighbors weren't a problem, but still... he had never taken a dump in front of anyone or outside. He sure wasn't about to let his wife lead him around on a leash and make him take a shit... like a real dog.
"You will and you are," Betty replied sternly. "Do you want another spanking, Jim? Or do you want to call this off? I will go pack my things right now? Also, if you make me leave you I will email all the pictures I've been taking to your family and friends. If your domination fantasies ruin our marriage, then they are going to ruin your life too. Jim's head was spinning. After a moment Jim willed his knees to start moving towards the door. "Good boy!" Betty said as she patted his ass.
As Betty led him around the backyard on the leash she gave him instructions, "For now on you are not allowed to use the bathrooms inside. The maid keeps them so clean I don't need a disgusting dog messing them up. When you have to go pee, scratch at the door and I will let you out. When you have to poop I will take you out on your leash. When you find a spot let me know and I will remove your tail," she said while tugging on Jim's leash. It took Jim a long time to find the courage but he really had to go. Finally he stopped crawling to let Betty know he found a spot. Betty then yanked the plug out. Jim realized to keep his poop from getting on his feet and ass he had to spread his legs and point his ass down at the ground. Betty laughed seeing Jim assume the exact position a dog makes to take a shit. As Jim unloaded on the ground Betty just held his leash waiting, like it was a chore to wait for him to go. Jim was beyond humiliated but once again his dick strained to get hard. When he was done Betty told him to drag his ass in the grass, then she used the garden hose to spray him off. Jim felt just like the dog Betty was making him be. Betty then inserted his tail again and let him back inside. "Don't forget to tell the maid to scoop that in the morning," she said to Jim with a slight grin. Jim couldn't even look her in the eye at the moment.
That night, as they laid in bed, Jim went over his predicament. In just two days his wife had managed to to totally take over every aspect of his life. He had to ask her when to go to the bathroom. He had to cook and clean for her. He couldn't even get hard unless she allowed it. Hell, he couldn't even play with himself unless she unlocked him. He thought by now he would have gotten to cum many times but not only had he had no release in days, there was no discussion of it. Jim was very frustrated that his wife apparently had no idea how to dominate a man properly.
Monday started like Sunday. Breakfast for her followed by maid service, then becoming the dog. Jim worked at home so Betty allowed him to go to his office and work, with his tail in his ass of course. She kept a bell by her side and rang it if she needed anything. Other than that there was little interaction between them. Sometimes when he scratched at the door to go to the bathroom she would make him wait until it was convenient for her. This pissed Jim off but he remembered his spanking, and the pictures and held his tongue. Jim had learned to hold his tongue a lot in the past few days.
That night Betty instructed Jim to lay on the bed. She tied his hands and legs to the bed post in a spread eagle position. Jim was extremely excited by this new turn of events. Jim watched as Betty undressed. Without much talking she climbed on top of Jim, mounting her pussy to Jim's face.
"Lick like the dog you are" was all she said.
Jim had always given Betty oral pleasure but this time was different. The whole time he was pleasuring her, Betty was giving Jim instructions like he didn't know what he was doing. She had never even spoken during sex before now she wouldn't shut up. "No Jim, to hard. Not there Jim, higher. Don't lick, suck.. now lick." Betty instructed in a panting voice. Jim felt like a child being taught how to do something for the first time. Still his dick wanted to get hard. As Betty started to climax she rode Jim's face hard. Grinding and bouncing. Jim had never seen this reaction from her.
When she was done, and caught her breath, she scooted back on Jim's chest. She then showed Jim she had the key to the lock on his chastity device in her hand. Jim was elated. She turned around to face his dick. Then, to Jim's surprise, she scooted her ass back into Jim's face. Her asshole was an inch from Jim's nose.
"Lick" was all she said.
Jim had never touched Betty's asshole before and he didn't like the thought of licking it now. Betty noticed Jim's hesitation. "Oh Jim, you will lick my asshole. You may not know it yet but before this night is over you will beg me to let you lick it. If you don't stick your tongue in my ass immediately I won't unlock you." Slowly, and a little disgusted, Jim began to lick. As he did he heard the lock open. "Now Jim, beg me to let you get hard," Betty said with a chuckle. Embarrassed but desperate to get hard Jim began to beg his wife's permission to get hard. Betty laughed. "How does it feel to have to ask a woman permission to get your own dick hard, Jim? I have more control over your dick than you do." Betty laughed some more. Then, she removed the tube. Jim's dick sprang to life.
After removing the chastity device Betty got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she had a bowl of soapy water and a wash rag. She dropped the chastity device into the bowl of water. She then climbed back on Jim's chest putting her ass in his face again and began cleaning his dick. Soon Jim was moving his hips trying to get more pleasure from the rag rubbing up and down his dick. Betty dropped the rag and started stroking Jim's dick with her hand. The soapy water made her hand feel great to Jim. He knew very soon he would blow his load, but then Betty stopped. Jim sat quietly. After a few minutes she started again. Betty did this about ten times in a row. Each time Jim got closer to cumming before she stopped. It was driving Jim crazy. He was begging her to finish it. Finally, She said, "Lick!"
And lick Jim did. No hesitation at all. Betty began stroking Jim again. Jim was licking and bucking his hips like a mad man. If she paused, he licked harder and faster. Jim was out of control. He needed release. Then, Betty stopped and got off of him.
"Betty?" Jim said. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I just needed to clean you up a little," she giggled. "That tube was dirty."
"Please Betty, I'm begging you. I need to cum... please let me cum!" Jim was almost crying.
Betty proceeded to the bedroom door, stopped to look back at pathetic Jim, tied to the bed with a raging hard-on. His hands desperately trying to reach for his aching member. She smiled at the sight.
"Please Betty, I'll lick you asshole better." Jim pleaded but Betty just turned and walked out. As she headed down the hall see could hear him screaming, "Please, Betty let me lick your asshole, let me cum...."
When she returned thirty minutes later Jim was still hard so she laid a frozen bag of peas on his dick. In a few minutes his dick was soft and despite his pleas, she slipped the chastity device over his dick again, locked it, untied him, laid down and went to sleep. Jim on the other hand could not sleep. He was angry, frustrated and humiliated.
The rest of the week went more or less the same. Betty got plenty of oral sex while Jim was always denied relief. Betty was very pleased at how good Jim had gotten at oral sex. He had gone from average to incredible in just a few short days.
By the time Friday arrived Jim was almost out of his mind with frustration. Never had he gone so long without relief. In the past, even if Betty wasn't in the mood, he could relieve himself, not this week though. Jim was so happy today was the last day of their agreement. It had not turned out to be what he wanted, at all. While he was working in his office, with his dog collar on and butt plug tail in, Betty came to see him.
"Jim tonight is the last night..." She paused, then a evil grin crept onto her face, "unless you fail in your duties to serve me, that is. If you fail to live up to your agreement I will either keep you locked up or leave you." Jim was shocked. How could she say this? Hadn't he done everything she asked. Been the maid, the dog, her asshole licker???
"Tonight I'm going out with Dana," Betty started. Dana was a good friend of Betty's that Jim never cared much for. Jim felt they were always a little to close for his comfort. The last thing he wanted was some friend putting ideas in his wife's head about their relationship.
"While we are out I am going to tell her that last weekend we bet on a football game and that you lost. My prize for winning is to have you serve us anyway I want you to tonight," Betty continued, "That is better than telling her about you domination fantasies, isn't it? When we get home you are to be dressed in your maid outfit, prepared to come when I ring my bell. I know this will be hard for you to do but it won't be a big deal if we play it off as a lost bet. Embarrassing, yes, but just good fun."
Jim just stared at the floor not knowing what to say. He didn't think he could do it.
"Jim, if you do this final thing for me I promise you will get to cum before the night is over," Betty assured him.
That was all Jim needed to hear. "Fine," he said reluctantly.
At 9:00 pm Jim heard the door open. About ten minutes later he heard the bell ring. He swallowed hard. As he walked into the room Dana got a good look at him in his little maid outfit. Her mouth fell open, then she burst into laughter.
"Oh my, I know you said he would be serving us tonight but I had no idea you would make him wear that!" Dana howled.
Jim, red faced, looked down at the floor and asked what he could get them. Over the next hour they rang the bell many times and every time Jim appeared Dana began laughing all over again.
"This will teach you to bet with a woman, huh Jim?" Dana joked.
Occasionally the women would place their wine glasses on the floor just to make Jim bend over to pick them up and show his ass. The more they drank the more they laughed. Jim had never been more humiliated in his life.
Around 10:00pm Betty rang for Jim again. "Jim, please bring us a full bottle of wine and leave it in here for us. We will no longer be needing a maid for the evening." she told him.
"Aw man!" Dana said disappointed.
Jim was relieved, it was over. When he placed the bottle of wine on the table he started to head to the kitchen to clean up. "No Jim, your maid service is complete," Betty said with a strong voice. Jim was confused, she had already told him this. Was she repeating it because she was drunk? He knew Dana was very drunk but he didn't think Betty was. Then he saw her pat the side of the couch with her hand. To his horror, she was holding his collar and butt plug dog tail. He froze. Certainly she didn't want him to become the dog in front of Dana? He couldn't, he wouldn't. His knees started shaking.
"Jim, you've come all this way. You aren't going to blow it now are you?" Betty asked, as she looked down to his crotch area and smiled. Dana just sat, confused to what was going on.
Jim realized he had no choice. She had the pictures, she had his dick locked and he badly wanted to cum... she had total control. She owned him. Slowly he took off his dress. Dana started whooping and hollering at the strip show.
Dana yelled, "take it all off, take it all off."
Jim could not look at them. He kept his eyes on the floor as he lowered his panties. When Dana saw the chastity device she said, "what the fuck is that?" as she pointed at Jim's dick.
"That is just part of our bet tonight," Betty said winking at Jim. "I wanted Jim to know I was in control and to be careful about betting with a woman."
Dana strained to get a good look at the device and Jim's predicament. When she finally understood the lock and how it worked she broke into laughter. She looked at Betty who was holding the key in her hand, showing it to Dana. Dana stood up and gave Betty a high five.
Wanting to get his humiliation over with Jim went down on all fours. This caused Dana to take her seat back on the couch to see what was going to happen next. Jim crawled over to Betty, head first. When he arrived at the couch Betty snapped the collar on him. Dana looked on in disbelief. She had never seen a man controlled like this.Then Jim slowly turned around and backed his ass up to Betty. His ass was well stretched compared to the first time, so she had no problem pushing in the butt plug dog tail. Totally humiliated Jim crawled back to the middle of the room to wait for instructions. Once Dana had soaked in the situation she once again howled with laughter.
For the next few minutes Dana had Jim roll-over, sit, beg, swish his tail... She even scratched his belly as he played dead. All the while she would give his tail playful tugs. Betty explained that tonight Jim had to be a dog because he lost the bet. She told Dana to be careful because Jim was a bad dog and would try to sniff her butt if she wasn't careful. Dana got wide eyed and a huge grin came over her face. She stood up and pretended to drop something. When she bent over she flipped her skit up and looked back at Jim. Jim looked over at Betty who nodded to Jim. Reluctantly, Jim crawled over to Dana, placed his nose against her panties and pushed it into her ass crack.
"Oh he's a big butt sniffer," Betty laughed.
With that hint Jim started loudly sniffing Dana's asshole. Dana was cracking up and pushing back on Jim's face. "Sop that! You naughty little butt sniffer, you!" Dana chuckled in her drunken state.
"Do you think he needs a spanking?" Betty asked Dana.
"Oh, hell yes! He's a bad butt sniffing dog," Dana said with much enthusiasm.
Betty instructed Jim to lay over the back of the couch. His bare ass was sticking straight up in the air with his tail sticking out. Betty spanked him a few times, then handed the belt to Dana. Dana very much enjoyed spanking a grown man's ass. It didn't take long for Jim to start begging Dana to stop. Betty finally took pity on poor Jim and rescued him from Dana's wrath.
"I think the little baby has had enough," Betty said as she took the the belt from Dana. Jim's ass was red, and swollen but his ego was deflated.
Betty led her teary eyed husband to the middle of the room by his leash. Then she had him stand up. Again, she instructed Jim to beg her to get hard. Then she teased him for having to ask a woman for permission. Finally she leaned down and unlocked his chastity tube and removed it. Jim's dick sprang to life. She left him standing, naked, in the middle of the room and joined Dana on the couch.
"Jim, if you ask nicely, I will give you permission to cum." Betty said.
Of course Jim begged. He begged like his life depended on it. "Ok, Jim, you have my permission to jerk-off.That is, if you want to?" Betty said when she'd heard enough pleading.
When Dana heard this she burst out in laughter. She didn't think he would actually do it. How could Betty make a man jerk-off she wondered. But when Jim quickly grabbed his dick and started jerking, her mouth fell open. Jim turned red with embarrassment but there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity for relief. Betty watched as his hand looked like a blur moving up and down his dick. His little dog tail could be seen hanging down between his legs swaying back and forth. Betty knew she had broken Jim. She had totally controlled and dominated him. Not in the way he wanted but in a way she wanted. It didn't take long for Jim's whole body to go stiff. Soon his dick was pumping out cum everywhere. Dana was cheering and clapping. When he was done the shame of what he had allowed his wife to make him do washed over him. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He wanted to be dominated but he never dreamed it would be like this. He had a new respect for his wife, her strength and a different idea of domination, as well as a different idea of himself.
Betty sent Jim upstairs while she drove Dana home. Betty knew that Dana was too drunk to remember the whole evening. Sure she would remember the maid part and a few other parts but most would just be a drunken blur. When she came home she found Jim naked on the bed. He was unsure if he was suppose to wear the nightgown or his clothes. He was very confused. He didn't want to make a mistake. He was waiting for Betty to tell him what to do. Betty assured him that he had lived up to his agreement and that it was all over.
She loved Jim, she always had but she had lost her trust in him when she found the emails. She would have never left but she wanted to teach him a lesson about "getting what you wish for" any way possible. As they both laid down to go to sleep, Jim promised himself that he would never ask any woman to dominate him again. Then he fell into a deep sleep.
Betty, on the other hand stayed awake. She couldn't forget the feeling of the power she had just gotten a taste of. She had used a man's sexual desires to totally control him, to bend him to her every whim. She wondered if Jim even realized she never gave him any sexual release all week. She had made him do that chore himself. "Could she really give up power like that?' She wondered. Then she smiled, did she have to?
"Follow me," was all she said.
Jim followed the nicely shaped woman of thirty nine through the house. Betty wasn't model material but she was more than Jim had ever hoped to land. She had a nice figure, she was fun and treated Jim good. Jim knew Betty was the best thing that ever happened to him. Jim wasn't a bad catch either. He was never the star athlete type but he had kept him self in good shape. For a man about to hit his forties he was doing pretty good. When they reached his computer room Betty pointed at Jim's computer screen. It was opened to a private email account that he hid from Betty. Jim used the email to correspond with an dominatrix he had found on the Internet but never met. Jim had secretly wanted his wife to dominate him but could never find the courage to tell her his fantasy.
Betty was mad and it showed in her face. She loved Jim but she didn't know if she could trust him anymore. She also didn't understand why he would turn to a complete stranger for sexual gratification.
"Jim, I am so hurt, angry and embarrassed.You have betrayed me and disrespected me. I'm very tempted to leave you right now," of course she wouldn't really leave over some emails like the ones Jim was sending but she wanted to scare Jim. Jim was scared too.
"I'm sorry," was all Jim could think to say. He didn't want to lose Betty, he loved her deeply.
"Is that what you want Jim? To be dominated by a woman?" she continued. Betty had found the emails a week earlier but waited until she knew what to do about them before she confronted Jim. All week she plotted but she also got more upset the more she thought about it. Jim stood with his head down to scared to speak.
"Jim, I'm going to make you an offer. You can either accept it or not. If you turn me down I'm not sure I will stay with you."
"what?" was all Jim could get out.
Betty continued, "For the next seven days I will dominate you. Even though I don't know much about the subject I have a pretty good imagination, I think I will manage. Let me warn you, to be dominated by a woman may not be exactly what you think it is. I will use you for my pleasure, not yours. In seven days you will either have had your fantasies come true or you will be cured from ever asking to have a woman control your life."
Jim couldn't believe his ears. Was she really offering to make him her slave? Just the thought made his dick start to grow. Very carefully he said, "Yes."
Betty then explained the rules. Jim was to do as he was told without question. If he refused her the agreement was broken was and she would leave. Jim was only too happy to agree. It was Saturday afternoon when Jim got exactly what he had been hoping for.
The first order Betty gave Jim was to go to the bathroom to shave off all the hair on his body below his neck. "Don't you want to come do it?" Jim asked Betty.
"Why would I want to waste my time doing that?" Betty replied. "Shaving is a chore... you're chore."
Jim was disappointed Betty didn't want to participate but still excited about what might come next. When he was done he found Betty in the bedroom. Betty looked him up and down but made no comment about Jim's hairless body. Betty told him to lay on the bed naked and close his eyes. Jim was very excited. He heard Betty leave the room. His mind was racing wondering what she might be getting. Ropes, chains, a sexy outfit, a whip perhaps? But after 30 minutes of Betty being gone Jim started to get irritated. Finally, Betty returned. She didn't waste any time either. Jim felt her hand squeeze behind his balls. Then he felt her other hand grab his semi-erect dick. Then he heard a "click" Sound. Betty told Jim to open his eyes. When he looked down his dick was stuffed into a clear tube about 2" long, with a small brass pad lock on it. Betty smiled as she saw the confused look on Jim's face.
Betty explained to Jim that after finding the emails, a week ago, she went to some fetish sites that sold sex toys. She had never seen a male chastity device but it was highly recommended for any woman "serious" about dominating her man. "That is what you want isn't it, Jim?" she asked.
"Er... yes, it's...just...well, yes," was his only answer.
"See Jim, this device will let me control three things. When you get hard and when you cum. Since I know all of this domination stuff gets you super excited it will keep you from locking yourself in the bathroom and playing with yourself dick like little school boys do, like you like to do sometimes still," Betty said as she smiled at Jim. Jim was embarrassed at Betty's reference to him masturbating. That was something he didn't think she knew about, something private.
Next Betty went to the closet and pulled out a maid uniform. "Jim, here is a maid outfit I want you to put on. Then I want you to clean the house from top to bottom, dust, vacuum, laundry, dishes...." She laid it on the bed with a pair of 3" high heels and left the room.
"Now we are talking," thought Jim. Forced to dress like a girl had always been a big fantasy for Jim, but as he studied the outfit he was very disappointed. It wasn't a frilly french maid costume he had fantasized about being forced to wear but rather a plain gray outfit like most maids wear at hotels. He put the outfit on and looked at himself in the mirror. He did look rather ridiculous. A grown man with a muscular frame stuffed into a woman's dress. The dress was too short and part of his ass was sticking out. The panties were plain white thongs that helped the dress expose his ass. The black heels forced him to push his ass out just a bit. The sight of seeing himself in the mirror excited him though, as did the thought of being forced to wear it by his wife. His dick started to get hard. Then he felt discomfort as the chastity tube denied his erection. He desperately wanted to jack-off but realized it was impossible. Frustrated, Jim left to start cleaning the house.
Other than a few cat calls when Jim bent over and exposed his ass the rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Betty laid on the couch reading a book or watching TV. Every so often she would find Jim and show him something he had failed to clean or missed. She took a few pictures too. As the day went on Jim became more frustrated and started getting a little mad. This wasn't going like he wanted at all. At one point he even tried to remind Betty he was suppose to be her slave.
"Betty, should I call you Mistress?" Jim asked as he dusted the bookcase.
"Don't be stupid Jim. That is a term that excites you, it's part of your male domination fantasy. It does nothing for me. Since you want a woman to take control, then we will do things that please me. That is true female domination. Isn't that what you wanted? So for now on you will call me Miss Betty. It shows respect and it is a term you can use in public without letting everyone in on our temporary lifestyle. I will refer to you as My Jim in public and anything I want to in private. It demonstrates my ownership of you." Once again, disappointed, Jim began cleaning again.
At the end of the day, after Betty had approved of all Jim's work, he was done. She met Jim in the bedroom. She told him to hang up his maid uniform. She informed him every morning he was to get up at 6:00am and fix her breakfast. After that he was to clean the house from top to bottom. "It shouldn't take long if you do it everyday." She then handed him a long nightgown and told him this was what she wanted him to wear every night to bed. Then, Betty climbed in bed and started to go to sleep.
That was it. Jim couldn't take anymore. "Betty, this isn't how it's suppose to work," he protested. "I'm not going to just cook and clean for you while you sit around and do nothing all day, ignoring me."
Betty sprang out of bed and got right in Jim's face. "You son of a bitch!" she shouted. "I thought you wanted to be the slave to a woman, to be totally dominated? Well, that is what you are now. You think women want to spend all day playing with your dick? You think I want to see your little dick walking around the house all day? Do you think that excites me? Spending hours tying you up, to get you excited, to help you get off? No! That's what you want, not me. See, you thought you could say I was in control but still control the situation. That's not how this is going to work. Everything we do... you do.. for this week, will be for MY benefit or pleasure. As a slave, you don't matter, at all."
Jim couldn't believe his wife was talking to him like this. It's not what he expected but he could hardly argue with her. He had wanted to be under the control of a woman. He had contacted another woman to do just that. Even though it wasn't what he had hoped for he could still feel his dick trying to get hard again.
Betty was mad. "Jim, I will not have you questioning how I treat you."
Jim knew he had crossed a line."Yes, Miss Betty," Jim replied.
"Now drop your panties and bend over the bed," she ordered.
Jim slide his panties off and leaned over the bed. Betty flipped his dress over his back to get good access to his ass. She grabbed a belt and hit him. It stung more than Jim thought being spanked would but finally they were playing out one of his fantasies. By the third swat Jim's dick was trying desperately to get hard but the chastity device wouldn't allow it. By the fifth swat Jim's ass was on fire, he had had enough. By the tenth swat Jim was swishing his ass around and kicking his legs. By the fifteenth Jim abandoned his pride and was begging Betty to stop. When she finally stopped at twenty, Jim had tears in his eyes. Jim thought being spanked by his wife would be fun but it wasn't, it hurt. Betty had Jim stand up and look her in the eye. He was embarrassed by his tears. " That was a taste of what you can expect if you question me again. Now go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes and think about how you dared complain when you are getting exactly what you asked for," Betty said as she held his chin in place. Jim slowly walked to the corner rubbing his sore, hot, red ass. Things were not working out the way he had expected.
The next morning Jim woke up to pain as his dick tried to have a morning erection but his chastity tube denied it. At 6:00am he got up, put his maid uniform on and made his wife breakfast. It only took him about an hour to go over the house again. When he was done he reported back to his wife who was laying on the couch.
"Ok Jim, every morning when your maid duties are done you are to take off your maid uniform and remain completely naked." Betty told him.
"Finally," Jim thought. "Now we are getting somewhere." Jim went, put the uniform away and came back naked.
"Jim, you have two positions in this house, being the maid and being the dog you are. When you are not being a maid you will become the house dog. These are the only two things you are allowed to be here," Betty instructed him.
"Now get down on all fours like the dog you are" Betty ordered.
Jim was stunned but complied. He never considered being made to be a dog. When he was on all fours she snapped a pink dog collar around his neck. Jim felt humiliated.
"Stay" Betty said to him like he was a dog. She walked around behind him and started pushing a butt plug with a dog tail attached to it into Jim's ass. Jim winced. He had never had anything up his ass and didn't like the thought of it. Remembering last night's spanking, Jim stood still as Betty slowly worked the plug into his ass. It wasn't all that, big but still, it was uncomfortable. Despite his discomfort Jim was surprised to feel his dick straining to get hard. When she was done Betty stood back and laughed at the sight of Jim with a tail sticking out of his ass.
"I never thought you'd like it in the ass, Jim." Betty teased.
"I don't like it!" Jim shot back in anger.
"Oh Jim, your mouth says you don't but your dick, trying to get hard, tells me you do," Betty said smiling as she pointed to Jim's chastity tube. She could feel his humiliation.
Jim's face turned red with embarrassment. Betty took a few more pictures.
After a few more laughs Betty left the room. With nothing to do Jim climbed onto the couch, found an acceptable way to sit that didn't push his tail deeper into his ass and started watching TV. Then out of the blue Jim was being hit. Not hard but repeatedly.
"No dogs on the furniture!" Betty yelled as she swatted Jim with a rolled up magazine, from behind the couch. Surprised, Jim scurried off the couch onto the floor. Betty sat down, unrolled the magazine and began to read it like nothing had happened. Jim had no choice but to lay on the floor to watch TV, sulking.
After a few hours Jim realized he needed to go to the bathroom but couldn't because of his dog tail. He was embarrassed to ask his wife if he could go to the bathroom, but he really had no choice. "Yes, I figured you would need to sooner or later," she told him. But instead of removing the tail she snapped a leash onto Jim's collar and started pulling him to the back door.
"I'm not going out there!" Jim said protested.
They lived in the country so neighbors weren't a problem, but still... he had never taken a dump in front of anyone or outside. He sure wasn't about to let his wife lead him around on a leash and make him take a shit... like a real dog.
"You will and you are," Betty replied sternly. "Do you want another spanking, Jim? Or do you want to call this off? I will go pack my things right now? Also, if you make me leave you I will email all the pictures I've been taking to your family and friends. If your domination fantasies ruin our marriage, then they are going to ruin your life too. Jim's head was spinning. After a moment Jim willed his knees to start moving towards the door. "Good boy!" Betty said as she patted his ass.
As Betty led him around the backyard on the leash she gave him instructions, "For now on you are not allowed to use the bathrooms inside. The maid keeps them so clean I don't need a disgusting dog messing them up. When you have to go pee, scratch at the door and I will let you out. When you have to poop I will take you out on your leash. When you find a spot let me know and I will remove your tail," she said while tugging on Jim's leash. It took Jim a long time to find the courage but he really had to go. Finally he stopped crawling to let Betty know he found a spot. Betty then yanked the plug out. Jim realized to keep his poop from getting on his feet and ass he had to spread his legs and point his ass down at the ground. Betty laughed seeing Jim assume the exact position a dog makes to take a shit. As Jim unloaded on the ground Betty just held his leash waiting, like it was a chore to wait for him to go. Jim was beyond humiliated but once again his dick strained to get hard. When he was done Betty told him to drag his ass in the grass, then she used the garden hose to spray him off. Jim felt just like the dog Betty was making him be. Betty then inserted his tail again and let him back inside. "Don't forget to tell the maid to scoop that in the morning," she said to Jim with a slight grin. Jim couldn't even look her in the eye at the moment.
That night, as they laid in bed, Jim went over his predicament. In just two days his wife had managed to to totally take over every aspect of his life. He had to ask her when to go to the bathroom. He had to cook and clean for her. He couldn't even get hard unless she allowed it. Hell, he couldn't even play with himself unless she unlocked him. He thought by now he would have gotten to cum many times but not only had he had no release in days, there was no discussion of it. Jim was very frustrated that his wife apparently had no idea how to dominate a man properly.
Monday started like Sunday. Breakfast for her followed by maid service, then becoming the dog. Jim worked at home so Betty allowed him to go to his office and work, with his tail in his ass of course. She kept a bell by her side and rang it if she needed anything. Other than that there was little interaction between them. Sometimes when he scratched at the door to go to the bathroom she would make him wait until it was convenient for her. This pissed Jim off but he remembered his spanking, and the pictures and held his tongue. Jim had learned to hold his tongue a lot in the past few days.
That night Betty instructed Jim to lay on the bed. She tied his hands and legs to the bed post in a spread eagle position. Jim was extremely excited by this new turn of events. Jim watched as Betty undressed. Without much talking she climbed on top of Jim, mounting her pussy to Jim's face.
"Lick like the dog you are" was all she said.
Jim had always given Betty oral pleasure but this time was different. The whole time he was pleasuring her, Betty was giving Jim instructions like he didn't know what he was doing. She had never even spoken during sex before now she wouldn't shut up. "No Jim, to hard. Not there Jim, higher. Don't lick, suck.. now lick." Betty instructed in a panting voice. Jim felt like a child being taught how to do something for the first time. Still his dick wanted to get hard. As Betty started to climax she rode Jim's face hard. Grinding and bouncing. Jim had never seen this reaction from her.
When she was done, and caught her breath, she scooted back on Jim's chest. She then showed Jim she had the key to the lock on his chastity device in her hand. Jim was elated. She turned around to face his dick. Then, to Jim's surprise, she scooted her ass back into Jim's face. Her asshole was an inch from Jim's nose.
"Lick" was all she said.
Jim had never touched Betty's asshole before and he didn't like the thought of licking it now. Betty noticed Jim's hesitation. "Oh Jim, you will lick my asshole. You may not know it yet but before this night is over you will beg me to let you lick it. If you don't stick your tongue in my ass immediately I won't unlock you." Slowly, and a little disgusted, Jim began to lick. As he did he heard the lock open. "Now Jim, beg me to let you get hard," Betty said with a chuckle. Embarrassed but desperate to get hard Jim began to beg his wife's permission to get hard. Betty laughed. "How does it feel to have to ask a woman permission to get your own dick hard, Jim? I have more control over your dick than you do." Betty laughed some more. Then, she removed the tube. Jim's dick sprang to life.
After removing the chastity device Betty got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she had a bowl of soapy water and a wash rag. She dropped the chastity device into the bowl of water. She then climbed back on Jim's chest putting her ass in his face again and began cleaning his dick. Soon Jim was moving his hips trying to get more pleasure from the rag rubbing up and down his dick. Betty dropped the rag and started stroking Jim's dick with her hand. The soapy water made her hand feel great to Jim. He knew very soon he would blow his load, but then Betty stopped. Jim sat quietly. After a few minutes she started again. Betty did this about ten times in a row. Each time Jim got closer to cumming before she stopped. It was driving Jim crazy. He was begging her to finish it. Finally, She said, "Lick!"
And lick Jim did. No hesitation at all. Betty began stroking Jim again. Jim was licking and bucking his hips like a mad man. If she paused, he licked harder and faster. Jim was out of control. He needed release. Then, Betty stopped and got off of him.
"Betty?" Jim said. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I just needed to clean you up a little," she giggled. "That tube was dirty."
"Please Betty, I'm begging you. I need to cum... please let me cum!" Jim was almost crying.
Betty proceeded to the bedroom door, stopped to look back at pathetic Jim, tied to the bed with a raging hard-on. His hands desperately trying to reach for his aching member. She smiled at the sight.
"Please Betty, I'll lick you asshole better." Jim pleaded but Betty just turned and walked out. As she headed down the hall see could hear him screaming, "Please, Betty let me lick your asshole, let me cum...."
When she returned thirty minutes later Jim was still hard so she laid a frozen bag of peas on his dick. In a few minutes his dick was soft and despite his pleas, she slipped the chastity device over his dick again, locked it, untied him, laid down and went to sleep. Jim on the other hand could not sleep. He was angry, frustrated and humiliated.
The rest of the week went more or less the same. Betty got plenty of oral sex while Jim was always denied relief. Betty was very pleased at how good Jim had gotten at oral sex. He had gone from average to incredible in just a few short days.
By the time Friday arrived Jim was almost out of his mind with frustration. Never had he gone so long without relief. In the past, even if Betty wasn't in the mood, he could relieve himself, not this week though. Jim was so happy today was the last day of their agreement. It had not turned out to be what he wanted, at all. While he was working in his office, with his dog collar on and butt plug tail in, Betty came to see him.
"Jim tonight is the last night..." She paused, then a evil grin crept onto her face, "unless you fail in your duties to serve me, that is. If you fail to live up to your agreement I will either keep you locked up or leave you." Jim was shocked. How could she say this? Hadn't he done everything she asked. Been the maid, the dog, her asshole licker???
"Tonight I'm going out with Dana," Betty started. Dana was a good friend of Betty's that Jim never cared much for. Jim felt they were always a little to close for his comfort. The last thing he wanted was some friend putting ideas in his wife's head about their relationship.
"While we are out I am going to tell her that last weekend we bet on a football game and that you lost. My prize for winning is to have you serve us anyway I want you to tonight," Betty continued, "That is better than telling her about you domination fantasies, isn't it? When we get home you are to be dressed in your maid outfit, prepared to come when I ring my bell. I know this will be hard for you to do but it won't be a big deal if we play it off as a lost bet. Embarrassing, yes, but just good fun."
Jim just stared at the floor not knowing what to say. He didn't think he could do it.
"Jim, if you do this final thing for me I promise you will get to cum before the night is over," Betty assured him.
That was all Jim needed to hear. "Fine," he said reluctantly.
At 9:00 pm Jim heard the door open. About ten minutes later he heard the bell ring. He swallowed hard. As he walked into the room Dana got a good look at him in his little maid outfit. Her mouth fell open, then she burst into laughter.
"Oh my, I know you said he would be serving us tonight but I had no idea you would make him wear that!" Dana howled.
Jim, red faced, looked down at the floor and asked what he could get them. Over the next hour they rang the bell many times and every time Jim appeared Dana began laughing all over again.
"This will teach you to bet with a woman, huh Jim?" Dana joked.
Occasionally the women would place their wine glasses on the floor just to make Jim bend over to pick them up and show his ass. The more they drank the more they laughed. Jim had never been more humiliated in his life.
Around 10:00pm Betty rang for Jim again. "Jim, please bring us a full bottle of wine and leave it in here for us. We will no longer be needing a maid for the evening." she told him.
"Aw man!" Dana said disappointed.
Jim was relieved, it was over. When he placed the bottle of wine on the table he started to head to the kitchen to clean up. "No Jim, your maid service is complete," Betty said with a strong voice. Jim was confused, she had already told him this. Was she repeating it because she was drunk? He knew Dana was very drunk but he didn't think Betty was. Then he saw her pat the side of the couch with her hand. To his horror, she was holding his collar and butt plug dog tail. He froze. Certainly she didn't want him to become the dog in front of Dana? He couldn't, he wouldn't. His knees started shaking.
"Jim, you've come all this way. You aren't going to blow it now are you?" Betty asked, as she looked down to his crotch area and smiled. Dana just sat, confused to what was going on.
Jim realized he had no choice. She had the pictures, she had his dick locked and he badly wanted to cum... she had total control. She owned him. Slowly he took off his dress. Dana started whooping and hollering at the strip show.
Dana yelled, "take it all off, take it all off."
Jim could not look at them. He kept his eyes on the floor as he lowered his panties. When Dana saw the chastity device she said, "what the fuck is that?" as she pointed at Jim's dick.
"That is just part of our bet tonight," Betty said winking at Jim. "I wanted Jim to know I was in control and to be careful about betting with a woman."
Dana strained to get a good look at the device and Jim's predicament. When she finally understood the lock and how it worked she broke into laughter. She looked at Betty who was holding the key in her hand, showing it to Dana. Dana stood up and gave Betty a high five.
Wanting to get his humiliation over with Jim went down on all fours. This caused Dana to take her seat back on the couch to see what was going to happen next. Jim crawled over to Betty, head first. When he arrived at the couch Betty snapped the collar on him. Dana looked on in disbelief. She had never seen a man controlled like this.Then Jim slowly turned around and backed his ass up to Betty. His ass was well stretched compared to the first time, so she had no problem pushing in the butt plug dog tail. Totally humiliated Jim crawled back to the middle of the room to wait for instructions. Once Dana had soaked in the situation she once again howled with laughter.
For the next few minutes Dana had Jim roll-over, sit, beg, swish his tail... She even scratched his belly as he played dead. All the while she would give his tail playful tugs. Betty explained that tonight Jim had to be a dog because he lost the bet. She told Dana to be careful because Jim was a bad dog and would try to sniff her butt if she wasn't careful. Dana got wide eyed and a huge grin came over her face. She stood up and pretended to drop something. When she bent over she flipped her skit up and looked back at Jim. Jim looked over at Betty who nodded to Jim. Reluctantly, Jim crawled over to Dana, placed his nose against her panties and pushed it into her ass crack.
"Oh he's a big butt sniffer," Betty laughed.
With that hint Jim started loudly sniffing Dana's asshole. Dana was cracking up and pushing back on Jim's face. "Sop that! You naughty little butt sniffer, you!" Dana chuckled in her drunken state.
"Do you think he needs a spanking?" Betty asked Dana.
"Oh, hell yes! He's a bad butt sniffing dog," Dana said with much enthusiasm.
Betty instructed Jim to lay over the back of the couch. His bare ass was sticking straight up in the air with his tail sticking out. Betty spanked him a few times, then handed the belt to Dana. Dana very much enjoyed spanking a grown man's ass. It didn't take long for Jim to start begging Dana to stop. Betty finally took pity on poor Jim and rescued him from Dana's wrath.
"I think the little baby has had enough," Betty said as she took the the belt from Dana. Jim's ass was red, and swollen but his ego was deflated.
Betty led her teary eyed husband to the middle of the room by his leash. Then she had him stand up. Again, she instructed Jim to beg her to get hard. Then she teased him for having to ask a woman for permission. Finally she leaned down and unlocked his chastity tube and removed it. Jim's dick sprang to life. She left him standing, naked, in the middle of the room and joined Dana on the couch.
"Jim, if you ask nicely, I will give you permission to cum." Betty said.
Of course Jim begged. He begged like his life depended on it. "Ok, Jim, you have my permission to jerk-off.That is, if you want to?" Betty said when she'd heard enough pleading.
When Dana heard this she burst out in laughter. She didn't think he would actually do it. How could Betty make a man jerk-off she wondered. But when Jim quickly grabbed his dick and started jerking, her mouth fell open. Jim turned red with embarrassment but there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity for relief. Betty watched as his hand looked like a blur moving up and down his dick. His little dog tail could be seen hanging down between his legs swaying back and forth. Betty knew she had broken Jim. She had totally controlled and dominated him. Not in the way he wanted but in a way she wanted. It didn't take long for Jim's whole body to go stiff. Soon his dick was pumping out cum everywhere. Dana was cheering and clapping. When he was done the shame of what he had allowed his wife to make him do washed over him. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He wanted to be dominated but he never dreamed it would be like this. He had a new respect for his wife, her strength and a different idea of domination, as well as a different idea of himself.
Betty sent Jim upstairs while she drove Dana home. Betty knew that Dana was too drunk to remember the whole evening. Sure she would remember the maid part and a few other parts but most would just be a drunken blur. When she came home she found Jim naked on the bed. He was unsure if he was suppose to wear the nightgown or his clothes. He was very confused. He didn't want to make a mistake. He was waiting for Betty to tell him what to do. Betty assured him that he had lived up to his agreement and that it was all over.
She loved Jim, she always had but she had lost her trust in him when she found the emails. She would have never left but she wanted to teach him a lesson about "getting what you wish for" any way possible. As they both laid down to go to sleep, Jim promised himself that he would never ask any woman to dominate him again. Then he fell into a deep sleep.
Betty, on the other hand stayed awake. She couldn't forget the feeling of the power she had just gotten a taste of. She had used a man's sexual desires to totally control him, to bend him to her every whim. She wondered if Jim even realized she never gave him any sexual release all week. She had made him do that chore himself. "Could she really give up power like that?' She wondered. Then she smiled, did she have to?