Home Ownership

Hello there, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am a man in my forties, well established career, divorced, three kids. I have always had an interest in control, even as I was exploring in high school. In fact, my ex-wife and I met on a website like this one where we exchanged kinky ideas and eventually came to be in a Dominant/submissive relationship. It was difficult, though, especially since early in my career I had to be away for long periods of time. I was in the military, and was doing six month deployments on a rotation where I would be home for a year, then gone for six months. I did this three times, and while it was important work and I don't regret what I did, it put a lot of stress on our marriage and relationship. She had outside relationships while I was gone, and the submission ended. We attempted to move forward but ultimately we could not overcome what this had done to our relationship. That said, I still respect her and she is a great mom, but things just didn't work out for us. Due to my career moving around a bit, I have the kids for two weeks twice a year, and other than that try to visit as much as I can.

I will admit that my life is much simpler now. I live in a small apartment that takes care of my needs but now focus on the things I am more passionate about, mainly control and submission. I am more involved in the online scene again, try to keep local friends that are in the lifestyle, but it can be a slog finding those truly interested in submission. I spread my net a little wider, posting some ideas I have had that were a little more out there, a little more pointed. I've had some relationships with cuck couples in the past, and I find the combination of control and humiliation to be intoxicating. That being said, dealing with the horny guys who just secretly fantasize about it can be a little tedious and disappointing. So many seem to disappear rather than actually want to make this their reality.

I was not surprised to get a message from one of my posts from a man named Peter that expressed an interest in having a man control his wife. I didn't give it too much thought at first and was thinking of putting it off to respond to until a bit later when I noticed that there was more to his message. After talking through how he wanted his wife controlled, he mentioned how his daughters were getting a bit out of hand as well, and wondered how they might respond to having another male influence in their lives.

This immediately sparked my interest. I have had a fantasy of slowly taking over and providing control, guidance, and discipline to an entire home. Needless to say, it's not something that comes along every day, and in spite of talking with others about this fantasy, I've learned that when something seems too good to be true it often is. I tempered my expectations, but was curious enough to learn more. Okay, not just curious, I was fairly excited. I wrote back:

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Peter,

I appreciate you reaching out. I am very interested to learn more about your wife and your home currently, and what brought you to this point in your life where you think that bringing another man into your home is a good idea. What do you want to get out of this? What do you think this will look like, ultimately? And is this something you have discussed with your wife before?

Respectfully,

Daniel

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I hit send and hoped I would get a reply. So many times these emails just seem to go into the ether and never result in anything. Oh well. I tried to get focused back on my work. I had a few reports I needed to get done on some of the people I supervised, and something like this can very easily distract me from it. So I was settling in to work fairly well when I felt my phone vibrate and glanced down to see a reply.

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Daniel,

Thank you so much for responding. I wasn't really too sure about reaching out, this is something I've fantasized about for a long time but have had trouble coming to terms with. To start with, my wife and I have a great relationship. We have a great life, are both professionals, and have raised two great daughters together. Throughout that time together, though, I've always felt like there was something missing. Like she was just tolerating me, rather than truly excited to be with me. Our sex is infrequent, and I've never really felt that raging desire from her. I know it's there - we have few secrets, and I know she was into more dominant men in college - but that just isn't me. I am reliable and committed, but just not the sort that wants to control people. Quite the opposite - I would rather she made the major decisions in our lives. I've afraid our daughters see me as a bit of a nice, well meaning guy that just doesn't do much for them. Just a bit passive.

Anyways, beyond all that... I find the idea of my wife with another man intoxicating. I want her to be completely happy, and I know I cannot do that, and she should have it. And if I may be honest, it is a turn on to think of her with another man. To think that she's finally happy and I am being shunted to the side... it's humiliating and wonderful all at the same time. To think that it could go beyond that, that he might have an interest beyond my wife... fuck.

As to how I see this working long term, I'd really like the opportunity to just get to know you with my wife first and see how things go. I don't know how we'll explain how we met yet; what do you do? Where in the area do you live? If we can have a few nights out together, I think maybe things could move further. Beyond that I really don't know, other than I would really like this to become real.

Finally, it is something I've talked about when we've had sex... talked about her being taken by another man, watching her get fucked. It's something that really gets me hard and seems to get her going too. It's not something we've really talked about outside of that, though. It is something hard for me to admit to outside of that context, to be honest. Anyways, please let me know of any other questions you have, and how you think it's best to move forward.

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We went back and forth a bit, learning more and more about Julie and Peter and their relationship together. She got pregnant in college when they were dating and the ended up getting married as a result. Things were obviously a bit of a struggle at first, but Peter was now 39 and his wife Julie was 37. Their daughters were more independent now and in high school, though he was a little vague about the details on them. I took this as a good sign since people who offer up too much about their families are rarely serious about pursuing these things in real life. The girls being independent seemed like this was enabling Peter, at least, to be able to explore some of the things he'd been interested in a bit more. He mentioned that he was trying to rekindle things with Julie as well with little success.

Peter was well spoken and nice to talk to, but that didn't stop me from throwing little asides in there that were a little belittling. Small things, like calling him boy occasionally, reminding him of the fact that he wanted another man to take his wife; he always responded a little quicker after those. I could tell there was definitely interest on his side, but whether Julie was really open to this remained to be seen.

After about a week of back and forth the two of us decided to meet for a drink after work. I headed over to the bar after work. It was a nice little place, nothing too fancy, just a nice local bar with the usual TV's with sports on the walls and lots of little booths around the edges. I walk in wearing my normal work clothes - khaki pants, comfortable, simple dress shoes, and a dress shirt with the top button undone. I have a sport jacket that I throw in the booth next to me as I wait.

I suppose now is as good of a time as any to describe myself. I am about 6'1, brown hair that is short on the sides and a little longer on top, though the hair up top is getting a little sparser, I'll admit. I've got blue eyes and weigh about 175 pounds. I'm healthy but not a gym rat, just your average sort of white guy dad.

The waitress stops by and I explain that I'm waiting for someone, but accept her offer of a water for the moment. As she walks away, I see Peter walk through the door and smile inwardly. He looks nervous, his eyes darting around until they catch sight of me, emotions rippling over his face as he smiles stiffly and heads my way. He looks like your typical accountant type - glasses, dark polo shirt, khakis. A little shorter than me, 5'7 probably, with a balding head with dark hair. He slides into the booth and I raise my eyebrow.

"Hello Peter, I appreciate you coming, But don't sit down yet, I'd like you need to get us some drinks," I say. He hesitates a moment and gets up.

"Right," he says, "Uh, what can I get you?" I hand him my credit card. "I'll take an IPA, and you can get yourself a cranberry vodka. Have them leave the tab open," I say, smiling. I see his face get a little red and he nods and heads to the bar. I wait and watch the basketball game they have on over the bar, amused at him ordering for us. He finally gets the drinks and brings them back.

"Thank you, Peter. I appreciate you fetching those drinks for us, and I can't understate how much I've been looking forward to finally meeting you."

He smiles, "Thanks Dan. I've really been looking forward to this too."

I give him a look. "It's Daniel, please. Only people very close to me call me Dan," I say, softening it with a little smile. He starts a little.

"Daniel, of course, I'm sorry," Peter said.

"It's fine," I said, "Pete."

Our conversation went on the normal paths, the how was work, traffic, weather. The tension was pretty good, so I decided to push things a little further. I looked him in the eye and said, "So where does Julie think you are, Pete?"

Peter swallowed a sip of his cranberry vodka.

"Uh, well, I told her I was going out with some coworkers after work for a drink," he said.

I smiled. "You haven't told her about me yet?" He shook his head no.

"Well," I said, "It at least gives us a way to have met. I'm sure your "coworkers" had to leave early, so we struck up a conversation. Seems reasonable enough, if a bit unlike you to talk to a stranger." I smirked and continued, "Where is Julie right now?"

Peter looked at his watch. "She's probably picking up Megan from soccer practice and heading home to start dinner."

I raise an eyebrow. "Megan? You haven't told me much about your daughters, Pete."

I see his face turn a little red as he realizes that he shared a little more than he intended to. He hesitates a moment before responding, "Megan is my oldest, she's a senior and going to college next year on a scholarship. Naomi is my younger daughter, a junior, and she's pretty shy."

I smile at Peter, my hand dropping to my crotch to brush against my hardening cock. "And how old are they, Pete?"

He looks down at his cranberry vodka. "Nineteen and eighteen..." he mutters softly, his face red.

"Hm?"

He looks up, "They're nineteen and eighteen, sir. We held them back a year when they were young."

I smile at Peter. "Thank you, I appreciate you opening up to me this way, as well as your manners. How are you feeling?"

He shifts in his seat and hesitates again, "I'm really liking this so far. My heart is pounding. I can't believe this is real..." he hesitates, "...sir."

I smile, my own heart pounding and not sure if this is real myself. "Well," I reply, "this isn't real yet. Your wife needs to know about me. Needs to know about what you want for her, for your home." He nods and I continue, "Text her. Tell her that it's a pretty good time and she should join you, that the girls will be fine on their own for dinner. Tell her you're enjoying the people here and there's a interesting man you met that even bought you a drink." I smirk at him, looking at his empty cranberry vodka. He nods again and starts tapping away at his phone. Nice to see that he obeys immediately, he must be too turned on to think through things very well.

I take a few last sips of my beer and wait until Peter finishes his text, then push my empty glass over to him. "Clean this up and get us another round. What does Julie enjoy drinking?"

"She doesn't drink too much, usually a wine person, reds and whites," he says as he collects the glasses and goes up to get us another round. I nod and smile, my cock still hard at how well the evening is going.

After he wanders back we talk a little more about banal things, but I'm content to let things sit as we both wait for a response from his wife. It doesn't take too long, though, before his phone buzzes on the table and he looks at it. As his face turns red, my heart beats a little faster and I look at him intently.

"She's on her way," he says, simply.

We spend a little time talking through the backstory of how we happened to get to talking, but it wasn't too long before she stepped into the bar. Julie was about 5'4, chestnut brown hair, fairly trim and petite. Smaller breasts that, although hidden by the nondescript mom shirt she was wearing, still looked perky and firm. The rest of her outfit matched fairly well - some tight jeans, modest black heels, a simple silver necklace. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her makeup was very minimal. She glanced around the bar a little uncertainly before she saw her husband, and then she walked over.

I stood up, "You must be Peter's wife. My name is Daniel, Pete has been telling me quite a bit about you."

Julie glanced at Peter as she blushed, "Oh? Good things I hope. What has he been saying?"

I looked her in the eye, "He told me how attractive I'd find you, and I have to say, he was right."

I smiled at her as she stammered something out, then changed the topic and told Peter to go get her a drink. I had told him to get her a gin martini, dry, and settled my eyes on her. She was clearly a little off put, so I decided to back off a bit and told her a little about myself and my background. She talked about her family and kids as well, and it wasn't too long before Peter was back with the drinks.

She looked a little surprised as he slid the martini over to her and kept the cranberry vodka for himself. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't, and then took a sip of her drink. I continued to keep the conversation light for a bit as we all worked into our drinks. She started to loosen up a bit the more she drank of the martini, though I could tell Peter was a little on edge. A little terrified, a little aroused, but clearly relieved I hadn't said anything too forward yet. The waitress came up to see if we were interested in any dinner, and I thought that it would be a good time to make things a little more edgy.

I looked at the waitress, a cute little thing smiling and waiting. "We would like some dinner, actually. The beautiful Julie would like your garden salad with chicken on top, Italian dressing on the side. Her husband Petey will have the same, and I will have your filet with a side of brussel sprouts, medium rare, and the side salad. If you could get Julie another drink as well we'd appreciate it, she needs to catch up."

I glanced back to the table and give a small smile at the shocked and confused look on their faces, knowing ordering food for people you just met can seem a little aggressive. "I hope you don't mind me ordering for you, things just go a lot smoother when people know what they want and take it," I say as I look directly at Julie. I watch her blush and continue, "I'll pay for everything, of course, so don't feel obligated to eat."

"No, what you ordered is fine," Julie says, demurely. She seems to be paying closer attention to me now, and Peter nods his head in agreement. I put my hand over hers on the table and continue to look into her eyes.

"I meant what I said, though, you do need to catch up, Julie. Finish your drink so you are ready for the next."

She leaves her hand under mine and nods. She uses her other hand to hold the martini, carefully bringing it to her lips and taking a deep drink, finishing it off. She coughs a little and smiles, a little embarrassed, then looks over at Peter. As she meets his eyes she pulls her hand from under mine and puts it in her lap.

I look at Peter. "Oh, I'm sorry Peter, did it offend you that I was touching your wife's hand?"

He looked at me a little eagerly, "No, not at all, Daniel."

I smiled at him. "Well, I don't want her or you to feel awkward. Are you sure you are okay with it?"

He nodded again. A little more of a push, "You sure? I mean, she could come sit next to me if you're sure you're okay with that. Would you want that?"

Peter looks at Julie a little nervously, then back at me. He nods his head. I look back at Julie. "Would you like to join me, lovely? It's fine with Petey."

She looked at me meekly and nodded. She slid around the table to my side of the booth and sat at the edge of the seat. I slid her martini to her and said, "Don't be shy, you can scoot closer." I put my hand around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me, then let me hand linger in her hair.

I looked at Peter and said, "She really is beautiful, Peter." As my hand ran through her hair gently I looked at her. "She seems to be blushing, though. Why do you think that is?"

He looked back at me, visibly breathing faster. "I, uh... I... I think she likes it."

I have him a stern look "Did you forget your manners, Petey?"

He turned red, "I... I think she likes it, sir."

I smiled at him and said, "That's better. Do you know why he came here to meet me, Julie?"

She was still staring at Peter, clearly not believing what had been said. My fingers went under her chin and pulled her head towards me, tilting her head to look in my eyes. "He brought me here to meet you, Julie. He wants you both to submit to me."

She looked at me, her mouth hanging open slightly. I looked at her and waited, my hand kept playing with her hair. I tugged it ever so slightly, pulling her head back. I heard her gasp a little, and said, "What do you think of that?"

She swallowed and said, very quietly, "I'd really like that."

I looked in her eyes. "What did you say? I couldn't here you."

She glanced down, then looked back at me, saying louder, "I'd really like that."

I waited patiently, continuing to look to look in her eyes. She said softly, "Sir."

I smiled. "Such a good girl, thank you Julie. I really appreciate your manners."

As I looked into her eyes the waitress came up with the food. I felt Julie scoot a little closer to me as she looked at the waitress as well. I smiled at her, "Our plans have changed, could you please package those as to go boxes? Peter here will sign for the bill and bring out the food." I looked over at him and saw him nod. Julie looked at me with a question in her eyes.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I took her wrist and guided her out of the booth.

"We're going out to my car. Petey can drive us to my place. We can talk more openly there." She nodded and I took her hand and led her out of the bar. As soon as we were out the door I stopped and pressed her against the wall and kissed her.

"Is this something you actually want, Julie?" I asked her.

She nodded her head and said, "Yes. I've needed this for so long, sir."

I kissed her again. "You are too good to be true. Do you want to be owned? Trained? Controlled in every way?"

She nodded, and I replied, "Good. There is so much I want to learn about you, but tonight all you need to do... is obey. Understand?"

"Yes sir," she said, a question in her eyes. "But..."

"Your safe word is 'red.' Any limits I should know of to start?" It was becoming clear to me that she had some experience in submission, if only in fantasy, but she clearly had some ideas already about these things.