Steve and I have been together a bit over six years, and we've been very happy together. We have many similar interests and sex has always been great, though not very adventurous, and at times we've had to shake ourselves out of the sameness that creeps in with most couples.
We both have professional jobs, and Steve usually leaves our house earlier than me. About five months ago after going through our usual morning routine of Showering, a quick chat over breakfast and a departing kiss Steve rushed off, leaving me to tidy up and get off to work as well.
I was about to leave when I remembered I needed the address of a customer I intended to visit in the course of my work so I went to our computer to turn it on, but I found that Steve had left it on and still logged on. We had an unspoken understanding that we respected each-others privacy and had our own logins.
In a rush this time, and only wanting to quickly use google, I started entering my inquiry. To my surprise, predictive words started popping up that made my mouth drop open in amazement. Words such as chastity, submissive, slave and mistress flashed up. GOBSMACKED, I sat with my mind racing trying to make sense of all this. It seems Steve has been looking at such things. Feeling slightly guilty, but too curious to resist I took a peek at Steve's browsing history and bookmarks. I became so intrigued at what I saw I phoned and cancelled my first appointment to give me more time to explore.
I found there were links to stories about orgasm control, domination, Male slaves and punishments. I softly said to myself
"Steve, what goes on in your mind?"
At first I felt betrayed and upset, and then I started to worry that it might mean that he's got a really weird side I know nothing about. I read more about it and researched some of the informed websites rather than the extreme fantasy trash and I learned that these sorts of desires are common in men and even some women.
I looked at Steve's bookmarks and history searches to see what his secret desires are. I was relieved to see they weren't too heavy. I suspected most of the extreme stuff that was scaring me on some websites was just fictional fantasy's and not real anyway.
Many women that decide to do this sort of thing discover they enjoy taking the dominant role and having their man under their control.
My mind was abuzz all day while I contemplated how to bring this up with Steve or whether I even should. We both arrived home about 7pm and Steve helped me with preparing our meal as he often did. After a while I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady as I said,
"I used the computer this morning and I accidently saw some stuff that you've been looking at."
He looked very startled and almost in a panic. I told him I was not so upset about what he'd looked at, but was I really hurt that he didn't think he could confide in me about all this stuff.
He stammered and stuttered that he thought I might be disgusted and didn't want to risk that so kept it to himself. I let him stew on that for a while then asked him just how interested in all this was he, and was it something he actually wanted to experience for real. He gave me a strange look; his face went red, and perspiration formed on his forehead. I said abruptly,
"Come on, tell me, it's not a trick question."
He told me that he just enjoyed reading ¬and fantasying about it and tried to escape the tense situation by laughingly saying that there's no way that's ever going to happen anyway.
I looked at him intently and quizzed,
"What if there were an opportunity?"
He looked totally confused and stammered,
"What do you mean?"
"Would you like to play at being my slave?"
He swallowed hard and tried to avoid the question by laughing and saying I couldn't be harsh enough to make it real. I gave him a look that totally took him by surprise and said,
"Don't be so sure about that."
He looked very taken aback. Looking at him intently, I slowly and deliberately said,
"I'll think more about this and we'll talk again about it later."
The next morning we got ready to leave for work as normal, but just before Steve was about to leave, I said,
"Here's something for you to think about. I might consider being a mistress for you. But before I decide, I want you to write me today a full list of all the things you fantasise about while being a slave."
I warned that if I did choose to do this, I would only ever consider doing what he puts on the list today, and would never ever do anything he left off. That really threw him, and he looked sort of trapped and uncertain as he scurried off.
I got a call from Steve about midday and in a hesitant voice he said he had been thinking, and didn't think I had the temperament to be a Mistress and that I wouldn't be able to make him seriously feel like a slave.
I took the opportunity to give him something to think about. I very abrasively said,
"Let me see your list and we'll see. Don't underestimate what I'm capable of. Most women have a suppressed dominant side and it could be you're not the only one with secret desires."
I broke off the call abruptly to make a point. In truth, I'd never thought about doing anything like this before, but even the brief bit of research I had done had stirred something in me and set me thinking. The idea was growing on me, and my darling Steve says he wants this. Yes, I'll wait for his list before I decide. I'm beginning to think I might enjoy the pleasure of occasionally exerting my dominant side, be in complete control and disciplining him.
That evening I got home at the usual time and was amazed to see Steve had already prepared our meal and had gone to a lot of trouble including candles and wine glasses. I thought to myself,
"This Mistress thing definitely has potential."
During our meal I was my usual self, but kept myself just a little aloof. When we finished the meal and our coffee, I look directly into his eyes and demanded,
"Well, let me have your list".
His face reddened and he fumbled around while I held my hand out for the list. Eventually he reached for his bag, took out a sheet of paper and started to say something as he handed it to me. I abruptly cut him off and told him I didn't want to hear any more from him right now, and he wasn't to leave the table until I had read the list. He looked startled because I had never spoken so strictly to him before. I noted with gratifying satisfaction the powerful effect this had on him. He sat anxiously like a naughty child in trouble and nervously waited while I very slowly and deliberately read through his list.
He had written,
These are fantasies I've dreamed about, but have never realistically expect to experience,
-To be completely dominated and held helplessly captive by a woman and forced to do whatever she commands, and for her to do whatever she wishes to me and with me.
-To be kept in bondage and completely under her control for as long as my Mistress wishes.
-Teased and denied orgasm for an uncertain period and for as long as my Mistress pleases.
-To be made to earn any orgasm my Mistress might allow me to have.
-Being forced to please my Mistress sexually in any way she pleases.
-To suffer any humiliation my Mistress pleases
-To be treated as a Slave, forced to obey and to be chastised with a whip or anything else my Mistress chooses for punishment or just for her amusement.
As I read this, I smiled and was relieved that there was nothing that I thought too extreme. In fact, I could see myself enjoying and really getting into this. The idea of sometimes being a bitch to him, having him squirming under my whip, and forcing him to do anything I demand is becoming very appealing, and was actually turning me on. I didn't let on my thoughts or what I was feeling to Steve, I decided to let him stew a bit longer.
Well, if he wants me to act like a Mistress I might as well get some practice, so I looked at him seriously and told him I would consider all this and might make him an offer.
That night in bed, I turned down his advances, saying that I wanted to sort my mind out first. Steve instantly started apologising, but I cut him off,
"Don't get so up-tight, you might have some big decisions to make soon, so think about that."
I found myself already enjoying my new found power, and wondered just what fun and pleasure it could lead to. For me that is!
The next day I did a more serious research on the better websites and eventually I wrote this email to Steve
Dearest Steve, It hurt to find out you've harboured these fantasies all these years and didn't feel you could confide in me. I guess that explains some of the times you came to bed after being online and fucked vigorously and selfishly with no regard for what I was feeling. There may come a time when you might regret that.
Your list is actually interesting me quite a lot, and you're about to find out whether I'm strong enough to dominate you. You know I like a challenge, and you're going to find I'm not as soft as you might think.
But first there are some things I must make clear to you though.
