Jarrett, hung up the phone. He went to the window and looked out. He was upstairs in the bonus room that doubled as a guest room for his in-laws and his home office. He could see the driveway and his wife, thank goodness, was still not home. She had gone to pick up some groceries.
The bank had turned them down for the loan. He sighed, sat down at his desk and looked at the ledger. Things didn't look good, their savings were almost tapped, this loan was their last resort.
Jarrett wondered how he was going to tell his wife, They lived in a 24/7 BDSM relationship. He had always felt so blessed when he met Janice, she was a gift from God. After they had dated a year he had explained to her who he was, that he was a dominant. He told her he wanted to marry her, spend the rest of his life with her but it would only work if she could be submissive to him.
He told her that he had tried to deny that side of him before in relationships and sooner or later his true character would emerge and the relationships had always ended badly. He had seen the submissive nature in Janice and it had been one of the factors that had drawn him to her. That and the fact that she was extremely attractive with beautiful dark brown hair, lovely soft brown eyes and a luscious set of "tatas" had pulled him in.
While Jarrett always got Janice's input on big financial decisions, the final decisions always were his. It cost to be the boss and he felt all that responsibility on his shoulders. They were going to have some really tough times ahead.
That night when they got ready for bed, he told Janice that she should go on to sleep because he had some business reports to finish. Always the obedient submissive wife she did what she was told.
When Jarrett finally went to be, he tossed and turned most of the night.
Janice heard him calling her but she was struggling to wake up. She hadn't slept that soundly in a very long time.
"Pet, Pet, wake up. Don't make me call you again, Slut" he said in a menacing tone.
