Descent Into Domination

"Can't get it up anymore and scared your wife will leave you for a younger, fitter man?"

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On the left of these obnoxious words is a balding man with a pudgy stomach, holding his head in his hands in regret. On the right is a young man with a six pack, his arm around what must be the guy's wife.

I can feel the eyes of the young man taunting me as I drive past the billboard ad.

You think Zoe's going to stay with someone like you fatty? She already stopped having sex with you, and soon her plump lips will be wrapped around my di-

I slam my hand onto the wheel, cursing so loudly the kids in the car next to me look at me in amazement. Now, thoroughly embarrassed, I speed up, my determination to fix my marriage even stronger.

"What seems to be the issue Jack?" asks Gordon. We've been bestfriends since high school, but instead of going into finance like me he became a doctor.

We're in his office now, and although he knows everything about me I can't help but scratch at my wrists and look away.

"C'mon, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. Don't forget I also have paying patients waiting on me.

I sigh and look up at him. I've always been extremely prideful, but if I want things to change I guess I have to drop it.

"I want to have sex with my wife," I say in a hurry.

Gordon squints his eyes at me and raises his hand.

"So why are you here with me instead of giving it to her?" he asks.

This is even more embarrassing, but if I decided to come here I might as well go all the way.

"I want to, I really do. I just can't get it up anymore," I almost whisper.

Gordons mouth opens into an O. Realizing that I'm serious, he grabs the chair in front of me and sits down. The look on his face is one of pure sympathy. God I feel pathetic.

"Are you still attracted to her?" he asks

"100%. That's never stopped."

The answer blurts out of my mind without any thought. Ever since I met her on campus there hasn't been a single soul I've found more attractive.

"Let me run a quick physical on you before I give any advice.

10 minutes pass as he runs me through a basic exam. He asks the usual questions, records my height, weight, blood pressure, and some vitals are checked off before we sit back down.

"You're my best friend, so I'm going to give it to you frank, okay"

I nod.

"To put it simply, you're out of shape. Don't feel bad about it, most people our age are."

It feels like a bucket of cold water was thrown on me, finally waking me up. I look down at my stomach and shudder in disgust.

There had been a time where I was one of the best high school quarterbacks in the nation and had the body to prove it. Replacing that was a belly that protruded over my jeans.

Gordon must sense how bad I feel because he puts his hand on my shoulder.

"It's normal to gain a bit of weight, especially after you've had kids. You put all of your love and attention to them, and that's something you and them will always admire. It's time to redirect that love and attention towards yourself if you want to get that spark back with Zoe."

Jesus I'm pathetic.

Sure, what Gordon said is true, but he has kids just like me and still has a banging body that makes people stare when we go to the beach together.

"How'd you keep the weight off?" I ask as I wipe away the tears that are beginning to gather.

Gordon takes his hand off my shoulder and starts scratching at the back of his head, the same way he always does when he's nervous.

"Ah, you know, this and that," he murmurs.

One of my favorite things about Gordon is that he is a terrible liar. I've won so much money off him during our poker nights it's ridiculous.

"C'mon, tell me please. Don't you want your bestfriend's marriage to succeed? Or would you prefer if Zoe left me? I bet I won't do so well, seeing as the kids are all in college now. Who knows what I'll do by myself? I have a ton of whiskey, and I might just drink myself to-"

"Ok ok, just stop," he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Internally I applaud my performance. I still got it, baby.

"Not a word to anyone but Zoe, you hear me? And when you tell her make sure she doesn't pass it to anyone. The medical world is smaller than you'd think." His eyes are adamant, and I nod. Regardless, he's my bestfriend and all our conversations stay between us.

"Chloe and I have this... agreement. A couple years after our kids was born we noticed that our sex drive was really low, even after we got used to all the stress. Specialists couldn't help, but then one night we were drunk and spilled the beans to Tasha, her best friend. Little did I know Tasha's a dominatrix!"

"Huh? Tasha? The leader of the church's medical missionary? Organizes and holds food drives for the homeless every month, Tasha?" I ask.

"Mhmm, one and the same. She had clients who struggled with their sex drive, and usually it came back to one thing; confidence in themselves. She told us what I'm going to tell you now, and before you say that's crazy, just think about it."

I nod my head and move my hands in a circle, urging him to tell me already.

"A diet and workout plan with a twist. Whoever sticks to their goals the best gets to be the dominating one in the relationship for that weekend, and of course the loser's the sub. Or whatever works for you I guess."

I feel my mouth go slack as I take that in. Sure, I've checked out the BDSM category on porn sites, but it's so intense.

"Of course you start off slow, figure out what you're both comfortable with and interested in. I recommend this route because it provides a clear goal to stick to your routine every single day, which will help you lose fat, gain muscle, and provide much needed blood flow to your penis. You'll also be prompted to try new things in the bedroom, which can only serve to reignite that passion. Here, after you've discussed it with Zoe, go to this guy, and tell him I sent you. He'll have you both on a plan to get the bodies you so desire," says Gordon.

He scribbles the name and number of the guy, "Jackson" and ushers me out of his office.

"I've got to get back to work, but let me know how it goes, okay? I'll see you Friday," he says, slamming the door behind him.

I look the paper over once more before tucking it into my pocket and heading to the car.

"Honey I'm home!" I yell as I walk through the door.

It's been a month since my kids went off to college, but it still feels weird to not hear them arguing about the latest game or some tik tok.

I find Zoe with her headphones in, looking through the fridge for a snack. She's not wearing anything special, just a tank top and some sweats, but she looks so good. I give her ass a little smack, feel its softness for a second before she jumps up.

"What's gotten into you?" she asks.

"Nothing, I just wanted to give what's mine a little smack." I like the little smirk that comes onto her face. "Um, I wanted to bring up an idea. Let's talk on the couch?" I ask.

Her brows furrow. "What's with that tone? Is everything okay?" she asks as we walk to the living room and plop onto the main sofa.

"I uh, went to the doctor today-" I start.

She grabs my face tenderly, scanning me for signs of illness.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you tell me you're sick?"

I cough and pull away from her.

"I'm not sick, I just... I miss the way we used to be," I say.

"What do you mean?" she asks, crossing her arms over each other.

"Baby I love you so much. Marrying you and having this family has been the pinnacle of my life. But times changed and we put all our effort into raising our kids to be the best and happiest they could be, and in the process I let myself go. You married a Division 1 Quarterback, and now I'm a fat slob who can barely get it up. And you, you still look as sexy and hot as you did 20 years ago. I went there to find a solution so I can be man enough for you again."

Oh no

Zoe has her hand against her mouth, stifling her cry. It hurts my heart so much to see her beautiful eyes red with tears.

"I'm so sorry baby, what did I say wrong?"

She starts wagging her hand around, like what she's about to say is too unbearable. God how did I fuck up so badly before I even proposed the plan?

"You're such an amazing man, how could you believe those things about yourself? All this time I've been the problem. Ever since we had the kids I haven't been working out like I used to, and I never lost the weight. If anyone's to blame it's me," she says.

I cup the side of my face with my right hand, bringing her close to me as we lock eyes.

"You my darling are perfect. You are everything I ever wanted in a woman, and your body is out of this world. But maybe this plan will work, and we'll both feel confident in ourselves and go back to fucking like little bunnies everyday," I say, and we both laugh.

"So what's the plan?"

"Now hear me out on this one.." I say, before divulging into the plan.

Her face goes through a variety of emotions as she digests it. Excitement, confusion, interest, fear, everything.

"So you want to tie me up?" she asks.

I shrug. "Maybe, I don't know. With this we'll figure out a whole new layer to our sex lives, and we'll be proud of ourselves. What do you think?"

She smiles widely, showing off her perfect teeth. Her eyes shine in a way they haven't in a long time.

"I'm down. Just be okay with being my little bitch next weekend," she says.

"I'm going to do so many things to you," I tell her. We haven't even started the challenge but my member gets hard.

An hour goes by and we're at a gym across town, sitting opposite a big black man with muscles the size of my head. Despite his enormous structure Jackson has the kindest smile and listens carefully to our ideal body types.

I personally want to get big like him. I'm talking 6 pack with a chest Zoe can sleep on, a back she can jump on, and thighs so big and strong I can carry both our weights.

To my surprise Zoe also wants to gain muscle, albeit not nearly as much as me. She wants a six pack too, but she's been inspired by watching Mixed Martial Arts with me and wants strong arms and legs.

Jackson tells us to take our time and walk around the gym, which he promises will become our second home, and by the time we come back he promises our plans will be done.

We do just that, walking around the benches and squat racks and everything in between. Everyone here is undeniably hot, with physiques that anyone would pay top dollar for.

By the time we get back we're both intimidated, but Jackson settles our nerves and hands us both gym schedules and nutrition plans tailored for each of us. I'm cool with all the gym stuff, but look at him when I see the big fat x across alcohol.

"No drinking for the first 2 months. Do you want a whiskey more than you want to fuck your hot wife?" he says bluntly.

I feel myself get red and look back at the plan.

"Good, now the first day's today, so get to it."

Zoe and I look at each other, determined to win the first week and claim being the dominant one.

I would love to say the week passed by in the flash of an eye, but that would be a damn lie. I haven't worked out more than once a week since my senior year of college, and now I'm in the gym 5 days out the week, and that's not including the time spent stretching or going for walks.

The hardest part? Not drinking. I never thought I had a problem, but man going to poker night with the boys and not having a couple drinks was brutal. Deflecting the questions as to why I wasn't drinking was bad too, but luckily Gordon saw me struggling and helped me out.

Now it's Saturday and the first week of our challenge is over.

We sit on the bed across from each other now. I've put on her favorite shirt of mine and some shorts, while she wears a tank top and nothing else. My favorite.

"On the count of three let's show our sheet," she says.

"Alright. 1...2...3!" I say, and we both show our tracking sheets.

She's already lost 2 pounds, meanwhile I've only lost 1.5. But she skipped a day at the gym and ate chocolate, which gives me the win.

"Fuck yes," I scream.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asks.

Holy fuck.

She's laying on her back already, the tank top long enough to cover all her bits but so tight I can see the outline of everything perfectly. Her curves are heaven sent, her breasts big and succulent. I can even see the outline of her second pair of lips, tight and waiting to be kissed.

But that expression on her face is what sets me over the edge. She looks so ready to be in pleasure, so excited to submit to me. I can feel an animalistic part of me ready to take over.

I go into my pocket and bring out an eye mask. Her mouth widens into a smile.

"Someone came prepared."

"Of course. I knew I'd win and what I wanted to do to you. Now put these on for me," I say.

It turns me on just how quickly she's become obedient. She grabs the eye mask and puts it on, laying back down.

I take a deep breath and focus. This entire week I've been watching videos about what to do, and although we've been married and had sex for decades I still get nervous when I see how gorgeous she is.

I steel my nerve and hover over her, giving her a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues twirl together and become one, their longing to be together after so long evident. I pull back and she puckers her lips again, and I lean down just close enough for her to feel my breath against her lips, but instead of kissing her I move to her neck.

I kiss it with the same passion I would her neck, and she lets out a gasp.I travel with my tongue down her collarbone, past her shoulder and onto her arm. When I reach the indentation between forearm and bicep I give it a passionate kiss, and she moans.

My dick throbs just at the sound of her in pleasure. Her body is arching in pleasure, and I haven't even touched her down there yet.

I don't stop there, kissing her hand and taking her middle finger in my mouth. I wrap my lips around it and move it in my mouth slowly, gently. She lets out a yelp and I go faster, adding my tongue into the mix.

I repeat the same procedure on her other arm, making her wait in anticipation. With each second she yearns for me more, and because of her covering she doesn't see I am the exact same.

From her arms I move onto her chest. I remember how they looked before, when we were still young. They were so perky and big, the absolute perfect pair.

Still I have never loved them more than I do now. They've dropped a bit after her breastfeeding, and I don't know what it is about them but I find them even more perfect than ever.

"Fuck I love your tits," I exhale onto her. I kiss around her chest, moving slowly inwards towards her nipple. Once I reach it I stop above it, letting my breath fall onto it. Her nipple perks up and I reward it with a gentle lick.

Her body shudders in pleasure and I lick it over and over, twirling its soft yet firm point in circles. With my right hand I use my fingers to do the same, gently twirling her nipple, then scratching it softly with my nail.

I lead with my head first, going down the stomach I love so much and giving it kisses before reaching her sweet pussy. I love the way it smells.

Using my tongue I go down the inside of her right thigh, breathe onto her clit, and move to the left thigh.

"Please, please," she moans, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"How could I ever say no to you," I say into her pussy. I go from the bottom all the way to the clit, giving it one long lick. She grabs my head as her body convulses.

I move methodically, using my tongue to lick her clit in a circle. Fuck she tastes amazing.

I grab under her legs and drag her closer, until her entire pussy is in my mouth. I go in the same circle she seems to be loving.

"FUCK! I'M GOING TO CUM!"

I feel her pussy clench and unclench, her body seizing in pleasure.

I haven't felt this alive in years.

Once she stops spasming I take off my shorts and look in awe. I can't remember the last time I've been this hard.

I enter her in one swift motion, and she lets out a cry of excitement.

How could I have not been doing this everyday? Her insides feel warm and wet, gripping my cock on all sides. With each thrust her mouth opens in pleasure, and she grips my arms like I'm the only thing in the universe. I keep at it, thrusting my hips like I learned at the gym, making sure I fill her insides with all of me.

"You look so fucking hot right now," I breathe out.

'Fuck, bay you feel so good!" she moans.

The feel of her. The way her beautiful body looks. Hearing her moans.

It's all too much for me.

"I'm going to cum!" I grunt out.

I pull out just in time and stand above her, shooting my semen onto her chest.

"Whew," I say.

I kneel and take off her eye mask. Her eyes are bright and she looks so happy.

"How was that?" I ask her.

"That... was amazing. I love you," she says, and even though I know she always means it today I truly feel it.

"I love you baby. I think this challenge is going to bring out the best in us," I say.

Unfortunately no one can change overnight, and I'm unable to get hard on Sunday. Despite that we snuggle up together and watch a movie, happier than we could have imagined.

With that the first week of our fitness/BDSM challenge is done. Little did we know just how far this challenge would send us into the BDSM world...