Janet sat at her computer in the dark house alone with her thoughts. Her husband was still at work and the kids were asleep. A few months ago she confessed to her husband, Brad, that she always (and only) fantasized about being dominated. Spanked, tied up, tortured, and most importantly dominated!
At first he was shocked but, he said he liked the idea and he spanked her a few times during sex. However, to Janet's disappointment, he was never too enthusiastic about it. Janet's intuition told her that he was afraid of hurting her or pushing her too far. She'd tried telling him that her fantasies were a bit rougher, but he never seemed to get the hints. If only he knew, she sighed to herself. If only she could kick her damn pride to the side and show him.
Leaning back in her chair and putting her feet on the desk, she thought more about the subject. Maybe if she pushed the right buttons she could manipulate him into fulfilling her desires. Oh, but what a fine line she would walk with that endeavor. If she pushed to far he would just get mad and leave her.
She thought of various ploys. Cheating? No, that was way too drastic. He would either divorce her or kill her. Maybe both.
Flirting with someone in front of him? No, she couldn't do that either. There had to be something...something that would do it. Finally, she thought of it and laughed out loud at the idea. Next weekend she would put her plan to work.
Over the next week she arranged for the kids to spend the weekend with their Aunt and purchased a few necessary items.
After an endless week, Saturday night had arrived at last. Janet anxiously waited in front of their computer for her husband to come home. She almost jumped out of the chair when she heard the front door unlock.
All of the lights in the house were off. Janet was only wearing a short black silk night gown. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back. The gown she bought that week showed off her creamy white breasts and thighs well. The glow from the computer screen almost gave them a ghostly appearance. She was leaning back in her chair as if she was casually looking through some pornographic pictures of attractive women that were bound in various ways. She knew Brad wouldn't be surprised that she was looking at porn, but she had never showed him these kinds of things before.
"What are you doing?" he asked, as he looked at the computer screen in a trance like state.
"Nothing, I was just looking." she said coyly.
"You look nice. Is that new?"
"Yeah." Janet flipped through more photos. She stopped on one of a very beautiful redhead with DD breasts. Her arms were bound to a cross and she looked afraid. Janet knew Brad had a thing for redheads. Especially ones with big tits.
Janet startled a little when she felt Brad's hand rubbing her shoulder and making its way down to her own breasts. "I'm really tired. I think I'm going to bed." she said and sighed as she hastily closed everything on the computer.
"I'll go with you." Brad said and grinned wickedly.
Janet almost gave in to him right then. After seven years he could still make her wet with that look. Instead, she tried to give him her bitchiest tone and glared at him. "I'm not in the mood. Maybe tomorrow". She left him standing there in disbelief as she sauntered down the hall to their bedroom. Janet made sure to leave the door open a little and got in bed. She began touching herself. Looking at the pictures helped make her excited and she was soon rubbing feverishly at her clit while she slid a finger in her wet pussy.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned loudly as she kept fucking herself. She knew he had to hear the bed squeaking as well as her moaning. She also knew Brad hated her to masturbate. He thought it was disgusting.
Janet was so caught up in getting herself off that she didn't hear him storm in the bedroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she heard him ask.
Janet stopped and slowly looked up to see him standing next to the bed. He looked angry. Really angry. "I..."
