Note: A short story. Don't be put off by the use of pronouns only or dialogue without quotation marks. I wanted it that way as a literary device.
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She had been attracted to his compliant personality. Above all, that was what she wanted in a mate.
As she reflected on the past year, their romance and marriage was inevitable once she had decided on him. She had liked his compliant, innocent, even naive personality when she first babysat him eight years ago.
He had almost never given her a problem and was always willing to do what she wanted to do. For a person as controlling as she was, it made for a good baby-sitting gig. A couple of times she remembered she had to take him over her knee. She had thrilled to the idea and remembers the electric feeling of having someone, even a young boy, in such complete control, in such a position. She could impose her will on his vulnerable body.
She remembered how as the boy grew, he didn't need a babysitter anymore. She saw a lot less of him. She went to college. She graduated from college. He went college. She went to graduate school and finished an MBA. He never seemed to date, always had his nose in a book. He was very quiet.
Then when she ran into him at the end of his junior year, they chatted. Well, she did most of the talking. Ultimately, she asked him out. He was astonished, but said yes.
He was just an older version of the boy she used to sit. He was ideal for her. He always let her choose the movie, the restaurant, or whatever. He warmed to her attention but was always very obedient to what she wanted to do. She really liked that. She knew she wanted to be married but it would have to be on her terms.
He would support her career. He would do the housework and raise the kids if they had any. She would definitely be the dominant partner, in more ways than one. She would make all the decisions. He would dress as she wanted. She would order for him in restaurants. He would even vote the way she wanted and not have independent opinions that were different than hers. She really hated it when her date disagreed with her about, well, anything.
So, he seemed perfect. But she dictated the pace. She never let them have intercourse. That would have to wait for their wedding. But they did a lot of making out and heavy petting. She had to find out if he was gay. He wasn't. She liked sending him on his way with sticky underwear.
The one time he asked for more she was so firm and clear in her refusal that he never asked again.
It was perfect. They were engaged by the end of the summer. Nine months later they were getting married. He had finished school, majoring in history. She rolled her eyes. It was probably a result of his quiet, compliant nature that she loved so much. He was always reading.
He expressed no opinion on the wedding details.
As she was preparing to get dressed that morning of, she looked in the mirror and admired what she saw. She was hot. She had large round breasts. They dominated the reflection. Her legs were muscular and attractive. She was not little, but her stomach and body were tight.
She thought about her future husband and their soon-to-be wedding night. She looked forward to overwhelming and then enveloping his body with her own.
She had insisted that he wear a white tuxedo. He was a virgin after all. It didn't matter that she wore a white dress and wasn't. The wedding was perfect. His parents seemed happy, so were hers. She had told him to insert the word "obey" in his vows after the priest speaks the appropriate phrases. He did so quietly. The priest raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, and continued on.
After the morning wedding and afternoon reception, they headed for the hotel. They were flying out the next day but their wedding night would be here and now. She had packed everything they needed. She included her special bag of toys. He knew nothing about them.
When he offered to carry her over the threshold, she refused. It would not have been easy for him anyway. They were the same height, but he was lean and thin. She was not fat, but was solid with muscle but with some fantastic female curves. She was sure she outweighed him by more-than-a-little bit. She was certain that she was stronger than he was. She went to the gym regularly. He didn't.
Once inside the hotel room, she kissed him passionately. She told him that now their life was truly beginning and she would teach him about how to make love to a woman and give her pleasure--well, at least to this woman, she smiled. She reminded him he was a virgin and he must do as she instructs.
He nodded.
A virgin in more ways than one.
What do you mean?
You'll see.
She undressed him, slowly. She remained clothed herself. It was to be the first time she would see him fully naked. By the time his clothes were gone, he sported a large, firm erection. It pointed accusingly at her. She smirked and smiled at what she saw, having only felt it before. It was attractive and sufficiently ample.
She reached into her bag of toys and pulled out a pair of black leather handcuffs and turned toward him. His eyes widened. This is how it must be, she said. He understood and nodded. He asked if all husbands are handcuffed by their wives on their wedding night? She smiled again at how delightfully innocent he was. No, probably not, but some are. You must be.
He nodded again.
With his arms now secured behind him, she took out the collar and leash. She put that on him as well. When she stopped to look, she was certain she felt excited moisture form in her groin.
Finally, out came a blindfold.
That, too?
Yes, at least temporarily. I don't want you to see me change.
Once the blindfold was in place, she pressed down on his shoulders. Get on your knees. When we are like this, that is where you must be. He did as she instructed. Don't move from that spot.
He didn't.
He listened as she opened another suitcase. He could hear zippers being undone, and clothes rustling off. He heard her run the shower. She was clearly taking one. Then the water stopped and he heard her come out. Garments rustled some more. They sounded different. Even the zipper sounded unfamiliar. It took her quite some time to get dressed.
Because she had wanted it to. This evening was hers and planned on making the most of it.
She looked in the mirror when she was done. She looked even hotter than she looked this morning. She had on her black leather hat, a black leather corset that left her groin exposed and her large breasts raised and spilling over top. Fishnet stockings and ankle boots with four-inch heels.
She picked up the riding crop. She would probably have to use it some tonight, just to lay down expectations, but not right away. Maybe only tomorrow, too. We'll see.
She walked over and looked down at her "slave-husband" for the first time. Not really, of course since she had just seen him a few minutes ago. But now the full parameters of their marriage would be established and he was going to be her slave-husband. She would be loyal and faithful to him, so long as he was loyal and faithful and absolutely obedient to her.
She removed his blindfold. As his eyes readjusted to the light, they widened considerably. She saw fear. She saw lust, too. Perfect. The fear she expected. The lust pleased her. Perhaps he was not quite as naive as he made out, if he likes her "dominatrix" clothes.
You like what you see?
