She thought she detected subtle hints, but chided herself thinking that her fiancé was the most macho, dominant man she had ever known. They had dated a while before moving in together, two years ago. She thought she knew him, but did she really? The thought lingered with her all day.
He called from work. His eight-hour evening shift turned into a double shift, due to a shortage of police officers that night. He would be home around seven o'clock in the morning.
She felt sad, but understood that sometimes his job demanded this of him. Trying to make lemons out of lemonade, she decided that she would pamper herself tonight. It would be a wonderful surprise for him to arrive home, finding her lying in bed naked as the day she was born.
She took a hot bath and pranced around the house with a towel wrapped around her. After painting her toenails, she put a soft scented lotion on her body. When she went to the dresser, instead of getting out one of her silky nightgowns, she opted for one of his large shirts. Wearing his shirts has always made her feel sexy. It reminded her of his dominant size over her. As a cop he works out regularly, to stay in shape. The XL football jersey swam on her petite body, but she enjoyed feeling the difference between them.
When she started to close his dresser drawer something solid rolled to the front of the drawer. She reached in and withdrew a soft plastic anal plug. The shock she felt, ran to her core, but in her mind it confirmed some of the subtle hints she had noticed. Dare she look in the drawer again? She did and produced a porno magazine, as well as a bottle of lubricant, a vibrator and her enema bag with hose and nozzle.
She took the items and laid them on the bed, staring at them. Why hadn't he said anything to her, she wondered. She decided to call him on his cell, at work.
"Hello."
"Hi honey, how's your double shift going?"
"It's going fine. I'm sitting in my cruiser just watching for drunks."
"Are you able to talk?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"I... I, well, I wanted to be sexy for you in the morning. I thought maybe I would wear one of your jerseys to bed."
"That's sweet baby."
"I found...."
"You found what baby?"
"I found this new lotion that smells great. I put some of it on for you too."
"Oh ok, I thought maybe you found something earth shattering, the way you stammered."
"I wondered if you wanted me to give myself an enema so I am completely clean in the morning, for you?"
"Sure, that would be great baby."
"The only problem is, I can't find my enema bag."
There was silence on the other end. He remembered the last time he used it. She came home before he could slip it back into the bathroom.
"That's ok baby. Maybe I'll be too tired in the morning anyway."
"Ok, honey. I will miss you tonight. Please be safe on the street."
"Thanks baby, I love you."
She hung up the phone with questions lingering in her mind. She wasn't upset that he seemed to enjoy these things, but she was troubled that he had not told her. Did he think she would think less of him, as a man? Picking up the porno magazine she walked to the couch to leaf through it. The title made her pause. "Dominant by Day... Submissive by Night"
Inside were pictures, submitted by various men. There were lawyers, doctors, administrators and cops, as well as many other male dominant professionals. Some were in business suits; others were naked. One cop had his uniform laying to the side, it was turned to concealed the identity of his department, but it was obvious he was a cop. Some of the men were alone with toys shoved up their ass. One photo had a man in black leather, with a whip in his hand standing behind a naked, bare assed man.
The picture that really got to her was the cop picture, not because it hit so close to home but because she recognized the body. She couldn't see the face, but she knew that cute ass. There was a woman in the picture, standing ready with a strap-on dildo perched at the precipice of his ass. The woman wore a corset on her slight body, with spiked heels and fishnet stockings. A mask covered her face, but blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her envious.
Her first thought was... Who is this woman? Her second thought was... Is he really working tonight? She called the precinct to ask if he was there.
"No, he isn't here."
"Is he out in his cruiser?"
"No Ma'am, he left around 10:30, at the end of his shift."
"Ok, thank you."
She hung up, but surprisingly still wasn't angry. The feelings that overcame her were those of sadness. It was obvious he was with someone else tonight, the woman in the picture. It was obvious that this woman gave him something that she didn't. She would change this, if it were the last thing she did.
She took the enema bag with her into the bathroom and filled it with warm water. Lying on a bath blanket she released the water inside herself. It flooded her with warmth. She lay there and held it for 5 minutes when cramps started to develop. She waited, knowing if she could hold the water at least 5 more minutes, it would be better. She looked at the porno magazine while she waited and felt herself getting more and more excited. Finally she knew that she couldn't hold it any longer. Climbing from the floor to the stool, she relieved herself of the cleansing water.
She filled the bottle one more time and repeated the process, to rinse her ass completely clean. This time the cramping was not as strong, but the enema was more stimulating. She loved this feeling almost as much as having him fuck her in the ass. If she loved this feeling, why hadn't she thought that he might also?
She took the magazine to bed with her and looked at more pictures. Her mind drifted a few times to wonder where he was, and who he was with. She got out her favorite vibrator and put a porno in the DVD player. She watched the porno, while she shoved the vibrator in her soaked pussy, making herself cum repeatedly, until she was liberally exhausted. When she came the last time she shoved his anal plug up her ass and screamed with emotion, in an act of defiance
In the morning he walked into the bedroom to find her that way, sound asleep on her side in the fetal position. The length of his jersey was raised enough that he could see her vibrator laying between her legs. He caught his breath when he saw his anal plug lying beside her ass, looking like it had just slid out. Quietly he undressed and pulled the covers back. It was then that he saw his magazine, turned to the page with his picture on it. She knew, and he had no way of knowing how she would react, but he felt bad that she found out this way.
He was exhausted, but didn't want to wake her. He walked to the couch and curled up with a blanket. His ass still burned slightly from the fucking he had received in the pre-dawn hours of the morning.
He had made a pact with one of the hookers on his beat. She would meet him occasionally to fulfill his desires, while he provided her protection from arrest. He always rented a hotel room so he would not be caught in her neighborhood.
She came to him and fucked his ass... his dirty little secret. Try as he might, he couldn't keep a firm hard-on while she fucked him, but it felt so good he didn't care. He never fucked her; that wasn't part of their deal. After she had fucked his ass and fulfilled his carnal desires, she always left with $100 in her hand and a promise of allegiance. He spent the rest of the night in the hotel alone, waiting to go home at 7 o'clock in the morning, so she would think he was just getting off work.
When she woke, she saw that the bed was empty expect for the toys and magazine she fell asleep with. Where was he? She jumped out of bed and looked around. Finding him on the couch asleep, she didn't have the heart to wake him. Even knowing that he was not at work all night, she let him sleep. She wanted him fully rested for the conversation they needed to have when he woke up.
She dressed and started doing things around the house with her mind whirling about where to start their conversation.
"I see you're up."
She jumped and turned, "Yes, I woke up a few hours ago."
He walked to her and pushed her against the kitchen countertop. She loved feeling his strength. Slowly he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. Her body responded without hesitation. His mouth lingered by her ear. His hairy chest and firm body rubbed against her, exciting her.
"I see you found my stash last night."
"Ummm, yes I did."
"And, what do you think?"
"I would like to know who the woman is, first of all."
He explained their agreement to her then went silent and waited.
"Why couldn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid you would think less of me, as a man."
"I love you."
"Even knowing this?"
"Yes, even knowing this."
He pulled her into his arms and held her so tight she could barely breath. She felt his body quiver slightly.
"Are you crying?"
"Nah, just something in my eye."
She pulled away and looked at him. "You may be bigger than me, you may be a rough and tumble cop, but you don't have to be tough all the time. I just want you to be you."
"Will you still love me as much if I let my emotions show?"
"Of course I will."
"It's harder for guys. When we are young we are taught to be tough. When we cry the other boys call us sissies, so it's just an automatic reaction."
"I am your haven, I want to be the one person you can share anything with, including these desires you have."
"Do you think you could do what you saw in the picture?"
"Yes, it actually turned me on, looking at it."
"Mmmm, and you're not mad at me?"
"Not mad, just sad that you couldn't share your secret with me, but now that your secret is out we will grow and learn together."
"I hope you know that I don't expect this all the time."
"It doesn't matter, if you have the urge, please just tell me."
"I promise."
"Do you have the urge right now?"
"Ummm, well, last night was pretty rough."
"Good, that will give us time to go downtown to buy me a nice sized strap-on."
"You really are serious about this, aren't you?"
"Yes, I always want to please you no matter how that may be."
