"Thanks Paul, have a Merry Christmas and tell Angie as well!"
It was the last day of work before an extended week of vacation for the holidays. I made sure my office was cleaned up, and walked out to my car. I got off early, it was 4:15 now and the sun was setting as I navigated traffic to the edge of the city where my house was, listening to some classic rock when I hear a ding on my phone.
- today has been sooooo annoying and I just can't take it anymore, Sarah has been such a bitch
Not surprising, my wife of two years Isabella works at the hospital and her supervisor Sarah gets extremely on edge before holidays or when her dumbass ex irritates her, which seems to be every other week according to Isabella's complaints I hear weekly.
I let out an audible sigh of relief when I get to my driveway, its been a long couple weeks, and am looking forward especially to the next few days to relax and just work on my new garage remodeling I've been at for a couple months. Our house is in the outskirts of the city, a nice two story with a basement and three car garage.l, with an acre of land giving adequate space between neighbors and a level of privacy I surely appreciate. When Isabella and I got married, this was a house that had barely been on the market but one visit and she fell in love, and so did I.
Since I got home earlier than usual, I had an hour before Isabella would be getting home. I remembered her text so I figured she'd be in a mood when she got home. She loves to be in control of her work life, but at the home I've made it clear to her that she doesn't need to be, I don't want to make anything else a source of stress for her. She agrees and let's me be in charge, and after two years of marriage I strongly believe that she loves me more and more because of it.
About an hour later I'm making my special dinner entree -mac and cheese- and I hear the garage door closing.
"Honey, im home!"
I give her a big kiss, but can tell she had been crying on the way home, ill discuss it with her later.
"Mmmm thank you Marcus", she appreciates my kisses I give her everyday when I get home. It makes her feel safe.
"You smell nice."
She blushes. Even more so after she notices me eyeing her body after, finishing off the moment with a wink towards her.
"Speaking of smells, is that the Marcus Special im smelling?" As she rolls her eyes from my cringe wink.
I smile,
"I remembered to put the right amount of seasoning in this time"
As she takes off her jacket and shoes, I place my hands on her shoulders and start massaging the knots out of them. Every week it seems she needs a massage, knots are always forming in her shoulders.
"Mmm thank you honey."
......
After an exquisite dinner, Isabella makes her way to the bedroom, where she showers and changes out of her work clothes, and into her very lovely black night dress.
It's a very fine material, silky, and hugs her curves enough to make it irresistible to eye all of her 5'6 body, yet be loose and comfortable for her to wear and relax in. She looks so sexy in it. Makes me twitch under the belt every time I see her in it, how could I not?
I'm cleaning off the dishes when I hear her come back down, and the next moment I feel her wrap her arms around my waist. She starts to sob.
"Bella, you okay?"
*Sniff*
"Marcus... I'm just so stressed and I know I have a week off but I just can't take it. Between Sarah and that new job opening, I'm stressed and feel so defeated and so much stuff being piled up, it's just so so much..."
I turn around and look her in the eyes, bring her close to my chest and hug her tightly as I run a hand through her hair.
"Tell me what you need Bella."
She continued to sob, but after a couple minutes she stops and looks at me, with a look in her eye that told me all I needed to know.
"You know what I need, its been a few months."
I kiss her deeply, and pick her up. I walk towards the basement door, feeling her shake in my arms, seeing the need in her eyes.
.....
Our basement is a safe place. After we got married, Isabella and I told each other secrets, revealing needs and desires we hadn't told anyone before.
Isabella trusts me, and makes the choice to submit to me at home when she has struggles and stresses. One night a few weeks after the honeymoon, she told me a secret I've grown to cherish and appreciate.
"I enjoy being dominated, and am kind of a painslut."
I spent time and effort remodeling one of the basement rooms, taking me a couple months to fully complete. But I created the safest space for Isabella to truly be who she needs to be, and to be vulnerable with her desires with me. It's her own personal dungeon.
.....
"Marcus, I feel so heavy right now. I desperately want control. I'm beyond stressed." She tells me as I'm carrying her down the stairs.
"I can tell, it's really bad this time huh."
She nods her head, wiping off a leftover tear. Her hands wrap around my neck, and it feels tighter than normal. She's been on edge, and I have a suggestion for her.
"Three days."
"Huh?" She responds confused
"Three days till we need to do anything. How does Three days in the dungeon sound?" I say to her nervous of how she'd respond, knowing she's never been in it that long before.
Her eyes widen, but I can see she's thinking deeply. I can feel her desire grow with each step toward the room.
"Marcus, I trust you. You're right, I need it. I need this. I need 3 days, no less."
She has a couple tears run down her cheeks with raw emotion. She kisses me.
"Please" she whispers "break my body down, make me feel new."
It's a common thing she tells me when I dominate her. She desires her body to feel used and abused both physically and emotionally, clearing her system of all stresses and negative thought, honing her focus on just the pain and pleasure. It makes her feel free and loved. She knows that I know what her body craves.
.....
We approach the door to the dungeon, and I let her down. Her body is shaking in anticipation.
"Bella" I say as place my hand under her chin and look her in the eyes. "If you want this, take off your dress and put on the cuffs."
I remove my hand from her chin and turn to open up the cabinet next to me, retrieving the cuffs. One for each arm and leg. She takes a moment, then touches my abdomen and her trembling body becomes still. She's entering her subspace.
"I really do want this, I need it."
She takes off her dress, and boy oh boy do I feel my cock twitch. Her breasts are beautiful, and my mind races. I want her bad, but I must remain patient and in control.
I help her put on the cuffs, and she's stands there naked, bare of all hair below the head other than a small trimmed bush above her delicate labia folds.
After taking a moment to take in her beauty, I smile and tell her that she is safe.
"I know, I love you Marcus. Sir." She responds. And turns to the door.
I open it, and walk her through to her safe place.
