The morning after.
This is just a discussion between husband and wife about the previous evenings events.
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"Ok, Sleepy head it's time to woke up."
As I slowly opened my eyes, I could see my wife sitting on the edge of the bed slowly rubbing my chest. I was having a hard time bringing myself to be cognizant of what was happening. It's as though I was drugged.
"Ok, it's time to rise and shine," she said as she started to gently squeeze one of my nipples which brought my eyes fully open.
"What time is it," I asked her.
"It's after 10:00 and you need to wake up so we can have a talk."
"Why aren't you at work, aren't you a bit late?"
"I'm working from home today. I thought it would be good for me to be here when you got up."
"Oh, Ok." I replied.
"So how are you feeling today?" She asked while continuing to rub my chest and occasionally squeezing a nipple here and there. It felt good, I was enjoying her touch. As she squeezed one of my nipples a bit harder this time, she said, "I asked you a question."
"Oh, sorry mistress, I was enjoying your touch."
"There is no mistress here, at the moment. Just your wife wanting to know how you are doing. So how are doing this morning?"
"Oh, my ass is a bit sore."
"Ah duh, I figured that. I asked how you are doing this morning."
"I am good, besides the sore ass," I replied.
"Did you enjoy last night?" She asked
"Hell yeah. That was amazing."
"So, you enjoyed me beating your ass?"
"That hurt, but I loved the whole evening."
"Why?" she asked.
"I guess I like giving up control," I said. "My whole life I always had to be in control, it's nice not having to be. I know that makes me a wimp in most people's mind, but I have always known, that deep down, that I am a submissive. I have always fantasized about being used and even abused for someone else's pleasure. I am sure you don't understand that, for I don't understand it myself."
"Wow, why didn't you ever tell me you felt that way?"
"Because you would think less of me. Plus, I have tried over the years. I always tried to get you to make your slave or your servant or girlfriend, but you never had any interest."
"I could never think less of you. I could never understand why you wanted me to treat you that way and to hurt you. It made no sense to me," she said.
"Did you enjoy last night?" I asked.
"I kind of did."
"Oh, so not really."
"No, I didn't say that, I just can't believe I got so turned on. I know I am not naturally dominate, but I think I can really get into it though. I actually can't believe how much I did enjoy it. I also can't believe how turned on you were. That's the first time you've been that hard without a little blue pill. It was nice to have a hard dick for a change."
"I never thought you had that in you. I never thought I could get that turned on either."
"Well, I didn't either, but I really did enjoy dominating you. I got so turned on while doing it. It was a real power rush." She stopped talking for a moment and then said, "I would never have thought of doing that to you on my own."
"What?'
"Last night was not my idea, it was someone else's idea. She said if I truly loved you that I should give you what you want. So we devised a plan and I just basically followed the plan."
"So, there was someone else here last night."
"Oh, no. We were alone."
"Well, that's good to know."
"If we continue this though, we won't always be alone."
"What's that mean?"
"Just what I said. If we continue down this path, I am going to involve at least one other and maybe others. This dominance thing is not natural for me so I know I will need help. So, the question for you is, is this truly what you want? If it is, just know that others will know what a sick fuck you are."
"Do you mean that?"
"Mean what?"
"That I am a sick fuck."
"No, I don't really think that, but others probably would."
"So do you still love me?"
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"Because of me being a sick fuck." I said.
"Of course, I still love you. I don't understand you wanting this, for the most part, but I am starting to. Because I love you and want to make you happy, even if it is in your own perverted way, I look forward to seeing you squirm a bit." She paused for a moment then asked, "Do you still love me?"
"Yes of course I do. Maybe more than ever," I replied. "But if this is something that will ruin our relationship, then no I don't want it. I only want this if you do."
"I believe I do now. A few weeks ago, I would not have said that, but the more I researched the more I came to accept it all. I still don't totally understand why you want to be beat, or why you want to dress in women's clothes, or why you want to be so subservient, or why you would want to eat your own cum, or even someone else's, but if it makes you happy."
"Not sure why I do either other than I am a sick fuck. I guess there is just something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you. You're a good guy. You're just wired differently than most of the rest of the world. Based on what I have learned over the last few weeks you're not the only one who is a sick fuck, but what I have come to realize is that you are my sick fuck." She paused for a minute and then added, "So, since I do love you, I need to do what ever it takes to be sure my sick fuck is happy beyond his wildest dreams. Is that ok with you?"
"You certainly did that last night."
"You haven't seen anything yet."
"Really?"
"Really!!! You might not be happy with everything we have planned, but then that really doesn't matter does it?"
