The Day My Wife Became My Mistress

ADVISORY -- This story contains frank discussions of BDSM, domination and anal sex.

Chapter 1 - Alex

Now, I know what you must be thinking. What self-respecting man would let his wife control him like that? It's a bit of a long story. Get comfortable.

But first, a little context. My name is Alex Wagner and my wife is Ana Vanessa.

It was a Sunday afternoon. My wife had to go in to work for what they called a "team building exercise."

I had snorted when I heard that. Team-building exercise is corporate code for getting drunk at a bar. In this case, however, it was a healthy alternative, that being golf. The only alcohol being imbibed was being had after 18 holes.

My wife and I already had an unusual situation going. You see, I'm a writer. That means that I spent a lot of time at home by myself. If I have any human contact it's usually via email or video chat, like Zoom or what have you, unless my wife has some kind of corporate event to attend and needs me to go with her so she won't have to go alone.

That leaves my wife free to go out and make her mark in the corporate world. Now you might be thinking, don't you want children? To be honest, the short answer is no. Please spare the withering judgement. I tend to think it would be selfish to want to bring children into this crazy world, but what do I know?

My wife is Latina. Her family as well as my own are constantly hounding us about children. My wife and I are of like mind -- we don't want the burden of children, despite the potential joys. In the humble opinion of my wife and I, the burdens outweigh the joys. That might change at some later date, but for the moment we are dead set against the idea of having kids of our own.

At any rate, my wife was out of the house, and was going to be for a few hours, so I felt it was safe to explore my favorite subject -- BDSM -- domination of a man by a woman, to be specific.

You see, men have it much harder than women. We're expected to be providers and protectors, to be stone cold, never show any emotions, ect, ect, blah blah blah, yada yada. So, any chance we get to let that control go and let someone else be in charge, we take it, although it has to be done in the right way.

I wasn't sure if my wife knew what the right way was. Hell, I didn't know. I just knew there was a right way to do it.

But during my exploration of my favorite topic, I realized it was time for my other favorite topic, that being NBA basketball.

* * *

By the time my wife came home from her "team-building exercise," the post-game analysis was well underway, the anchors at the national desk playing Monday-morning quarterback.

"Hey, honey," I said, rising to greet my wife as she came in, somewhat more casually dressed than her usual garb in her golf clothes -- a black golf shirt, pink mini-skirt and spanking white sneakers, her long raven hair slicked back in a tiny bun.

I felt the pulse of an erection making itself known, the monster threatening to break free from its cage. My wife was a bit of a tom-boy, generally not given to looking feminine, not like how she looked at the moment.

"It was fine," she said. "The weather was nice, at least."

I chuckled. Golf ranked dead last on my wife's list of things she liked to do.

Glancing at the TV, seeing the post-game analysis, she asked, "Did you get any writing done?"

"Not really," I admitted.

"So like, if I were to wake up your laptop--"

I perked up when I heard her break off.

"Honey, what the hell is this?"

I glanced up. Shit. I forgot that I still had the BDSM stuff on my laptop.

"Research," I answered lamely.

My wife snorted at me in her turn. "I'll just bet." She minimized the window and turned to face me. "You've been looking at this a lot, haven't you?"

"I told you, it's research," I said, sticking to my story.

"Right," Ana said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You don't have to answer, but let me ask you, have you ever tried it for yourself? Letting a strong woman dominate you?"

I gulped. "No. Certainly not while we've been married. Why?"

Her eyes sparkled. "You don't have to answer this, either, but would you like to try it? I mean, if it is 'research,' then wouldn't the best way to research the lifestyle is to, uh, experience it for yourself?"

I rose from the couch, towering over my wife since she wore sneakers at the moment. "Okay, we can give it a try," I said. "On one condition."

"And what might that be, papito?"

I grinned for a quick second. "Tell your friends and we're done. This stays absolutely between us and stays absolutely private. If you can't keep that promise then no go."

I saw a muscle in Ana's cheek twitch. "You have my promise. Not a word. To anybody."

"Not even to your priest," I told her. "I'm serious about this, Ana."

She went pale and swallowed. "Not even to my priest," she agreed. "I swear to you, papi."

"Good," I told her. "Then yes, let's give it a try."

"Excellent," she purred. "Find another game to watch."

"Where are you off to?" I asked, as she fished in her purse for her car keys.

"To the salon, for starters," she told me. "I remember that time I got my nails done and you practically came."

I chuckled. "Yeah. What else?"

"To an adult toy shop I know of," she said in a cagy tone.

"Uhm, just remember lube, is all I ask."

Her eyes sparkled as she lightly patted my cheek. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take good of you."

I cracked a fresh grin. "Uhm, cool."

Ana giggled as she headed for the door. "I'll be back when I get back."

"I'll have dinner waiting," I promised her.

"Such a good boy," she told me. "Are you my good boy, papito?"

I swallowed, trying to ignore the monster erection coming to life inside my crotch. "Uhm, yeah."

"Yes, you are," she said, as if I was her pet, like a dog or a cat. "Like I said, I'll be back when I get back."

And just like that, she was gone.

Chapter 2 - Ana

As soon as my husband Alex agreed to try being controlled by a strong woman -- that woman being me, of course -- I left the house again, this time headed for the salon.

I usually didn't show my feminine side very much, only because my work didn't give me very many chances to show off the fact that I was a beautiful Latina.

But now I was being given a perfect opportunity. And I never waste an opportunity.

My husband didn't know that, while at the golf game, I had been given my bonus check, a check which was about to be spent. How much of it remained to be seen. But it was a pretty good chance I was going to make a dent in it.

I had a hard time deciding what color to get my nails done -- red or some other color. In the end, I decided on red because Alex likes red.

Having had my hands and feet attended to, I got back in my car, found my phone and spoke. "Google, show me the nearest adult toy store..."

With the directions on the screen of my phone, I headed over to the toy shop in question, over in a part of town I didn't go to at night, if you know what I'm saying.

My hair still up in a bun, I quickly put a red baseball cap back on, along with a pair of sunglasses, and headed inside, blushing like crazy.

"Hi. Can I help you?"

I turned at the sound of the voice. The single clerk, surprisingly young and female, stood behind the counter, gazing at me.

Not knowing what sort of reaction I might get, I said, "I certainly hope so. I'm going to be dominating my husband for the first time. I've never tried it before, either, so we're both new at this."

The young lady smiled. "Follow me. This way."

She walked out from behind her counter and I followed her a short way across the room.

With a flourish, she gestured to a shelf and said, "These are our BDSM bedroom kits. Notice these are for beginners."

I nodded. "Yes, I see." I reached for one box that had For Beginners on the cover. It contained a blindfold, a pair of safe plastic handcuffs, and a feather.

Hefting the box, I said, "I'll take it."

"Very good," the girl said. "Anything else I can get you?"

"Yes," I said. "I need a strap-on dildo to use on my husband. He's never been taken anally before."

"Right this way," she said.

I followed her a little further along to yet another shelf, this one with various dildoes and straps.

With deadpan aplomb, the girl picked up a dildo of modest length but rectum-stretching girth. "This one would be perfect for your husband," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she picked up two more items. "Here's a strap. You just lift this metal ring, fit the dildo in there and snap the ring in place. Like so."

She demonstrated how to do it.

"That seems easy enough," I told her. "What about lube?"

"I'm glad you asked," the girl said, at which point she handed me the other item -- a small clear plastic squeeze bottle with a snap top. "Cooling lube."

"And these items are all I need?"

"Yes, you're all set," she said confidently. "Let's get you to the register, shall we?"

"Actually, there's one more thing," I said, blushing like crazy.

"What?"

So I told her. Five minutes later she handed me yet another box.

"Now you're all set," she said. "Shall we go to the register?"

"Yes, let's."

* * *

Incredibly excited, I drove home as quickly as I dared, once I had purchased all my items.

Feeling my pulse quickening with every step, I climbed out of my car, approached the front door and pulled it open.

Much to my relief, I found my husband sprawled across the couch, watching yet another NBA basketball game. Dropping the bag on the couch, I stood behind my husband and lightly ran my new glamour-length red nails with squoval tips through my husband's short, scruffy light brown hair.

Listening to Alex's moans and groans, I said, "Do you like that?"

"Mmmm," he said.

"Do you like them?" I asked, showing him my new nails.

"Yes, they're beautiful," he replied.

"Good," I said. "Now get your ass upstairs to the master bedroom and get naked."

"Okay," he said.

"Okay, what?" I asked, trailing the tips of my nails along the line of his jaw.

"Okay, honey?" he asked.

Suppressing a giggle, I told him, "Okay, Mistress."

"Okay, Mistress," he said.

"Very good." Holding his chin, I told him, "From now on, my name is Mistress. You are to answer either Yes, Mistress or No, Mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said, promptly and obediently.

"Good boy," I said, reaching up to run my nails through his hair again. "Now get upstairs."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, rising from the couch all at once, headed for the stairs.

Smiling as I watched him climb the stairs, once he was in the master bedroom, I headed up the stairs as well, headed for the smaller bathroom.

Once in the privacy of the bathroom, I stripped off my golf clothes and changed into the latex bra and panties, wishing for a pair of boots but realizing that would have to wait.

Opening the box, I drew out each item separately -- the plastic handcuffs, the blindfold, and the feather. Then I opened up the bathroom door and headed down the hallway to the master bedroom.

I found Alex, my husband, wearing a bath towel around his waist. Seizing on a sudden idea, I said, "Wait here for a second."

Rooting around in the closet, I found them -- a pair of thigh high black patent-leather boots with five-inch heels and quarter-inch platforms, adding to the comfort factor. Stepping into them, I zipped them into place, first the left, then the right.

There. Now I was ready.

Walking over to him, listening to the clicks of my heels on the hardwood floor, I slipped the blindfold on over his eyes.

"Nice and tight?" I asked.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied promptly.

"Can you see anything?"

"No, Mistress," he replied.

"Good," I said, then reached for the handcuffs and fixed them into place, first the left then the right. "There. Can you move?"

"No, Mistress," he said.

"Good," I said.

Then I untied his towel, letting it fall down around his ankles.

Next, I went around in front and sat on the bed, seeing at once his hard cock.

"Your poor cock," I whispered. "Be honest -- how long has it been since I've sucked your cock?"

"Since the last time you were on vacation," he said, his lips barely moving.

I'll leave it to the various schools of thought to analyze Why my husband and I have not been having sex, but the short version was that we have been having...problems. Those problems started when I insisted that I had to leave the house and get a job. I loved my husband and was proud to be his wife, but one got bored quickly, having nothing to do all day but watch him write.

So I went to work. It took me about a week to find a job. Soon after that was when the problems started. We started having sex less and less often.

Suddenly overcome with sympathy for my husband, I eased forward until I could wrap my lips around the head of his cock, which I did, listening to his groans as I eased forward and pulled back. As I pulled back, I paused with the head of his cock in my mouth, allowing me to swirl my tongue around, causing him to groan out loud.

"Mistress...please..."

Grinning wickedly, I pulled back and asked him, "Mistress, please, what?"

"Please...let me come..."

I looked for myself. Copious amounts of pre-cum oozed from his cock, lending a diamond bead-like appearance.

"Not yet," I said.

"What?"

In an icy tone, I said, "Excuse me, pet?"

He gulped. "Sorry. What, Mistress?"

"Better," I told him in a silky tone. "I know it's been a while. Try to hold on a little while longer. First, let's try a few things. Okay?"

"Okay, Mistress." He was grinning as he said those words.

Knowing the blindfold and the handcuffs were still firmly in place, I located the feather.

First I brushed it along his arm, causing him to shudder and moan. "Does that feel good, papito?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

"Good." Then I brushed the feather all over his body. "What about here? Or...here?"

I brushed the feather against his cock, which was still hard.

Alex jumped sky-high. Amazingly, he didn't come. I was impressed.

Holding his hands, I commanded him to get on his knees. "Guess what I'm wearing," I asked him. "Those thigh-high boots you got me last year for Halloween."

"Thank you, Mistress," he said, unable to reach for them.

"Not so fast, pet," I said. "First, kiss them. Start at the shoe. Then work your way up."

Even though he was blindfolded and handcuffed, he bent down further and began to do just as I had ordered -- starting at the shoe, he started kissing my boots, taking his sweet time before going higher.

I wanted him to do this for at least ten minutes, but five minutes of his kisses was all I could take.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I pulled his head back and asked, "Are you ready for me to have my way with you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good," I said. "You may rise, pet."

Holding his hands, I helped him rise to stand. Then I had him bend over at the waist.

Then I quickly located the strap, put it on and fitted the dildo on it, snapping the metal ring in place. Finally I dribbled lube on his ass-hole and on the toy.

I wanted my husband to have as pleasant an experience as possible, even as I had my way with him.

"Are you ready, my Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice muffled by the bedding.

Holding his waist, I stood behind him, guiding the head of the dildo to his waiting anal entrance. Mindful that my husband had never been anally penetrated, knowing he very much liked women and was definitely not gay, I took my time slipping all six inches of the dildo inside him.

As any gay man could tell you, the anal entrance is guarded by three extremely tight muscles. One had to be both patient and careful to get past them.

I watched with round eyes as I worked past the initial resistance and into his rectum.

He gasped. "Oh, shit!"

"Does that feel good, Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Over the next few minutes, I had my way with my husband. I fucked the shit out of his asshole.

Quite all at once, I pulled out with a wet pop and said, "Roll over, Pet."

"Yes, Mistress," he said obediently.

Once he had rolled over on his back, I slipped inside him again. This time it was much easier.

As I penetrated him over and over again, I noticed two things -- my husband was groaning ever louder, and his cock was about as stiff as a flag-pole.

I must have been stimulating his prostate.

Quite all at once, he came. Strands of semen erupted from his cock. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times!

Wow. "Does that feel better, papito?"

"Oh, god, yes," he said. "I couldn't hold it in anymore."

"No worries, papito," I told him. "Let's get out of these."

Locating the key to the cuffs, I freed him from them, then smoothly slipped off the blindfold. As soon as I did so, he took me in his arms and we kissed, a fiery, passionate, torrid kiss.

Only after we had kissed for a few leisurely minutes did we separate.

"Babe, that was awesome," he said.

I giggled, then launched into a series of sensuous Spanish words and phrases.

He chuckled. "You say the most romantic things," he said.

We kissed again.

"Seriously, did you like that?" I asked him.

"Hell, yeah," he told me. "But you know what this means, right?"

"No," I said. "What?"

"Well, two things. The first is that we can't stop at just one time. We have to keep going."

"Agreed, papito," I told him. "After all, you are my good boy. And the second?"

He cracked a devilish grin. "The second is that I have to return the favor. Where's those handcuffs?"

Chapter 3 - Kevin

Monday morning, I was sitting on the living couch with my laptop powered on, typing like mad. It was as though something had been unlocked inside me.

I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So to speak.

In the middle of a particularly salacious sentence, my wife came walking into the room, wearing a sleeveless black pencil dress with a black patent-leather belt, and knee-high black patent-leather boots.

I guess the look on my face spoke for me. Ana bent down and said, "Like what you see, Papito?"

"Very much," I said.

"Good," she said. "I'll think of you all day."

"Have a good day," I told her.

"Thank you, papito," she said, headed to the door.

I tried to concentrate on the screen but it was hard, just like my cock, because the sound of her boots on the hardwood floor was driving me crazy.

"Te quiero, mi vida," I told her, remembering my little bit of Spanish.

"Te quiero, papito," she said, right before she walked through the door into bright sunshine.

Cracking a randy grin, I went back to my work.