This story contains female domination, verbal degradation and humiliation, and perceived exploitation. Both characters are consensual adults. Please skip if these subjects offend you.
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This is the fourth story I've written about my wife and myself. It is the only story that isn't mostly true. While fantasy in the sense that it hasn't happened, I think it's not unrealistic. I'm certainly not against any of it. She runs our marriage and everything else concerning either of us as she desires, to the level she wishes. The next few paragraphs though, are completely true.
You should know first that my main downfall is the fact that the more (for complete lack of the existence of a better word) cruel she is to me (on so many deep planes) the MORE I want her to screw me over. I find myself literally and in every understanding of the word . . . powerless to her.
But combine that weak powerlessness with my turn ons, and you get me, a guy who wants his wife to profit at his expense on every conceivable level, while his natural response to this is to further commit, worship, obey, and cherish. Oh, and need. Definitely need.
Usually my wife tells me what I'll give up for the privileged of getting treated like shit, and what she won't be giving up. This was the first and only time that I would offer something big up to her to speed things up towards the inevitable. In our everyday life, I know better than to ask for anything, but this was a little different. Sometimes, because she rules me with such impunity, we make a kind of trade.
These trades always involve me sacrificing something for her gain, be it time, work, money, or services. For her part, she usually shows me just a little stronger that she's down to fuck me over, and gains doubly. Just last week I spent 200 dollars on her, on a whim. That's not extreme or anything, but I'm trying to imagine me spending 200 dollars on me. I can't really, it just doesn't happen anymore. Something HAS changed.
I had told her that I wanted her to have more control, more freedom, more money, less responsibility, less work, etc. Really, I just wanted her to have more at my expense. If you understand the way I've described my bond to her, then it makes some kind of sense. The truth is, I want her to have an exorbitant amount of purely selfish gain.
That desire of mine for her gain just happens to match the intensity with which she treats me. It's very yin and yang to me. The equal input and output is the only demand I've ever had or will ever have. As a matter of fact, I believe that if she were to fully grasp the concept of what this cycle does for me, I'd be ruined.
She knew that I always wanted her to have more and more control over me, but I also wanted her to have a disdain and disgust to fuel her chase for "Her". I kind of actually wanted her to see me as less than worthy, partly for that purpose. Looking at me, she could tell that I was really dripping to be fucked over this time, just by the way that I was so easily slain by her lately. She looked at me and smiled that smile where her tongue traces around her teeth, as if both analyzing and judging.
"So. What it is you want to give me? What do I . . . deserve? Don't panic. It's only right for you to feel that I deserve more. You wanna give me something big? You want to show me how much you love me?" she coyly suggested, making her lips pout. I made sure to take all of her in before pausing at her eyes. She stared coldly and intently before speaking again. She now fully sensed my willing vulnerability, and at this, she slightly wet her lips.
"You feel guilty for what you offer me in a man, you sick fucker? You feel like you owe me? Forever?" She let her words turn over in my mind, mauling me. A dense explosion of colliding lights in my brain. And her malicious words echoed like a deep pool within a dark cave. She knew exactly how to exploit me. And I breathed it. She spat venom in this way knowing that it would make me hold back nothing in my answering. A tool meant to pry into me, exposing my underbelly. So very weak to any deviousness from her.
"Yes! I want you to ultimately have it all, you know that! But I've been thinking." I spat out. She rolled her eyes in a sign of disrespect.
"Well we all know what a great idea it is for you to think." she said sarcastically. "Tell me something that isn't obvious. We know that you're too stupid to make good choices, so it's painfully clear that I should have it all. So what else is your squishy dumb brain thinking?" She waited expectantly and impatiently. I melted at her insults.
"I want you to have ALL of the money. Actually. Really. I want my checks to direct deposit to your separate, private account and I want an insulting allowance. I want to know that I work more than full time and that you take it all!" I've done the home work, you could have around $2,200 a month just to spend as you please!" I panicked through my delivery.
"I want you to have ALL of the power, too. To not only not have to answer to me at all, even when it's inconvenient, but to flaunt it. I want you to TAKE everything that you find desirable. I want you to get the next new car instead of me." I added quickly, because I felt like it wasn't enough. She spoke right over the top of me.
"Wait a second. You want me to have two new cars in a row, while you keep having awful, ugly, shitty looking used cars? Mmm, that sounds hot. But you know people would wonder about that, the family and whatever. We can't actually do that." she dismissed the idea as disingenuous.
"By then I can get a decent 5 year old car for around six thousand. I could start saving my allowance now, if we went through with it. It would be nice, and I'd keep it looking new. I'm serious about finding a way for you to have it all. I've put so much thought into that." I wanted to go on, but she knew me better than anyone. She knew I was serious about making real changes. The only key though, was that I needed her to want them too.
