They say marriage changes women. Noticing the metamorphosis my wife Lesley has made over just two months as husband and wife, I can certainly attest to that.
Having graduated with honors, and being a college football star, I have grown accustomed to being a leader. My take-charge attitude made it tough on Lesley and others, particularly those at work. My secretaries, a cute blond college intern, and another account executive that is so timid, I have often stolen away her ideas and received the credit for it, have received the brunt of my bullying tactics.
With Lesley, I have never been abusive, not physically anyway, but I wouldn't hesitate to yell or be demanding to get my way. We had been dating for six years. Every single one of those days, I made it clear to her that I was the boss.
I would cheat on her and she knew it. In fact she confronted me on it one time, but rather than apologize and say the obligatory "I'll never do it again," I instead turned the tables by directly telling her I would fuck whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted. If she didn't like it, that was too bad for her. She was free to leave me and try to find someone better. I knew her confidence was so low, she would never dare.
She was a very timid girl and never spoke back to me again. I owned her. She was my puppet. I never had any intention of actually marrying her...
My career saw me advance in the marketing business. I serve as an account executive in a prestigious marketing firm and I discovered my clients loved getting together with the wives.
I made a “strictly business” decision to get married. For one, it would give me a chance to strengthen my relationship with my clients by inviting them to this "special" day. Two, it would give me a wife so that I could join my clients when they get together with the wives. I didn't really have anything to lose anyway as she would just continue to do what I told her to do anyway, plus I would still fuck around with other women as often as I could.
The wedding reception was a tremendous success for me. I made handshake deals that one night that would normally take 6-8 months to close. My clients were all in very generous moods. Who could say no to a groom on his wedding day?
I ignored Lesley the entire night but made it up to her by fucking her ass on our honeymoon night and making her suck my cock and swallowing my cum. These were things she had never done before, she never wanted to and they were about the only things that I allowed her to get away with until that night.
Afterwards, she lay very quiet and looked like she had something on her mind. I was too tired to care so I fell asleep with her brooding beside me in bed.
I awoke the next morning alone. She was obviously making my breakfast as a good wife should. I came to the kitchen to find her wearing a pair of thigh-high, black PVC boots with four inch heels, and a black corset the covered only her belly. Her 36DD tits and shaved pussy were exposed. She wore her hair tightly pulled back. But despite the erotic outfit, the thing that stood out most to me was the look on her face; it was one I've never seen from her before. The timid girl whom I just made my wife was gone, replaced by a dominatrix who meant business.
"What the fuck is all this about?" I demanded.
"Shut the fuck up!" she yelled back.
I was speechless, how dare she speak to me that way. I regained my senses after a few seconds and was about to straighten her out but just as I was about to utter my first word in reply, she cut me off saying, "I told you, shut the fuck up! How dare you disobey me just seconds after I instructed you to be quiet?"
I was completely flabbergasted. Even if I wanted to reply, I couldn't as I didn't know what to say by the sudden change in Lesley.
"Now take off your clothes and then sit down, you little worm," she demanded. I got undressed without even realizing what I was doing. I was in such a daze of confusion that everything seemed like I was watching myself in a movie with no control of what was happening.
She came and stood above me. I sat on the chair looking up at her, transfixed by her beauty. She raised her right leg and placed her foot on my cock, which I hadn't even realized was fully erect. She applied just enough pressure to remind me that it was she who was now in charge.
"Times have changed, Edward." She used my real name; I hated it and have only accepted being called 'Eddy' or 'Ed' by anyone other than my mother.
I tried to correct her but only managed to get out the 'Ehh' sound when she applied more pressure with her foot on my cock and she pulled my hair yanking my head back quickly.
"Did I give you permission to speak?!" she screamed. I shook my head meekly. "Say, 'No Mistress, I apologize for my disobedience," she demanded. I repeated it back to her.
"As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, things have changed, Edward." She used my birth name again and put added emphasis in the pronunciation to give me the message that she would call me whichever name she damn-well pleased.
Just then the doorbell rang. She ordered me to sit there and stroke my cock as she wanted it to remain hard for when she got back. I could hear her open the door and say come on in. I sat there puzzled and my hand gripped my shaft but was no longer stroking as I tried to figure out who could possibly be here and why she invited them in.
She came in to the kitchen followed by my secretaries Linda and Karen, as well as Jody the intern, and Vicki, the other account executive at the firm. They all looked delighted to see me sitting there humbled, my cock in my hand. My mind was racing but a sudden pull of hair again broke up my thoughts and brought my attention to Lesley.
