Last night I asked V whether she would allow me to serve her if we were no longer married.
Her response was not what I expected.
After pondering the question for about an hour, she said she was glad I’d raised the subject, because she had a few surprises in store for me.
Yes, she had thought about kicking me out. And she’d thought about her personal circumstances if she did.
She understands that sexual submission is the only role which will make me happy in the long run.
So, she confided in me that she’d gone through the facts in her own mind:
We were in love which at any age is hard to find, but as a woman in your 40’s, is even harder.
I was a man whom she could picture spending the rest of her life with.
I had a successful business and money enough so she’d never have to worry about struggling financially.
But she really didn’t want a “slave”. Afterall, this was my fantasy and she’d just be a player. It would also be a lot of hard work because I seemed to want her to take control of my entire life.
Then she thought there were probably thousands of women out there who, like vultures, would be more than willing to go through any sexual charade for financial security, even if it meant mistreating me in any way I wanted. They wouldn’t even have to love such a man. But V and I actually did love each other.
So she resolved that if I really did need this type of woman, she’d play the role – a full dose of dominance.
She’d decided that, rather than divorce me, she’d protect herself financially. In a nutshell, she’d stay with me and make sure I stayed with her. She wanted a post nuptual agreement. She said we’d have only one lawyer – her lawyer. It would be an incredibly one-sided agreement in her favour. In the event of a divorce, she’d get everything and put me into deep financial debt for the rest of my life.
I said to her that such an agreement would effectively burn all my bridges if things shouldn’t work out between us. She agreed and said I should make sure that things did work out between us.
Furthermore, she said, there’d be no more sexual intercourse with her, but she’d allow me masturbation as often as I liked. “Aren’t I good to you? As often as you like,” she said. I was to masturbate on her feet and lick up my cum. Of course, I was to thank her for the privilege.
Then she told me she expected a tribute every time I was allowed to orgasm. I’m allowed to masturbate under her supervision, but only after I’ve presented her with $500. This would go into her account.
Depending on how well I satisfied her, this tribute may be raised to $1,000.
I told her I soon wouldn’t be able to afford to orgasm.
V told me that was her intention. Financially, she intended to reduce me to a virtual slave.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll also play your games. You want to eat out of a dog bowl. From now on you WILL. You’ll also clean my bottom, wash me, dress me. You’ll do all those lovely things you crave.”
At the end of her speech I asked increduously “you’d really do all that? You really think that way?”
Her response was “In your dreams. Now get back to reality and make me a tea.”