His Fears

Maya found herself at a crossroads, contemplating the unique interests that her husband harbored. These were not just mere hobbies, but passions that seemed to define him, setting him apart in a way that was both intriguing and bewildering.

On that Monday evening, when she arrived from an uneventful day at work, except for the fact her mind stills locked at the very matter she discussed with her husband in the last Sunday at the bed, usually the place where they usually solved their issues between thrusts and moans.

On this occasion, the conversation reached their fetishes, specifically his, once she considered having none, or at least not discovered one's so far.

As she pondered over her husband latest request, she realized that her response held more weight than a simple affirmation or denial. It was about understanding and accepting the idiosyncrasies that make him a unique individual, the person she swore to love till the day of their death in the day of their marriage.

Her answer would need to reflect not only her acceptance of his distinctive interests but also her support for the person he is, regardless of how unconventional these interests might appear. It was a moment of introspection, a test of empathy and openness in the face of the unfamiliar within their relationship. An openness she urged out of him no matter how much shockingly, that she could not betray on this very opportunity.

She was not completely unaware of the fact that her husband had various fetishes, some of which she didn't even know existed or even was too gross to consider. However, she understood, despite the complexity of his mind, it would not be uncommon to dive deeply and develops fixation for certain hedonistic aspects of life.

Her husband had arrived earlier and was already at home when she parked at the garage. On the way back, she had stopped by the market to get some groceries for the dinner she had planned for them. When she left her car, he was already there to help her with the bags she brought home even though there was just a couple.

There was a silence between them for some moment while they walked past the garden into the house before her broke it.

"Was it too bad?" He tried to make it light hiding the tension behind it.

"What? Oh... No... Of course not. I'm just trying to figure it out." She replied giving the feeling she wasn't very keen on the matter.

"What are you trying to figure?" He asked imagining she was speaking about some happening in her work.

"What you asked me." She replied promptly and added. "It's not something usual..." And feeling she had said something bad, amended. "How to treat my husband as a dog? There's the emotional thing and the practical aspect also, you know?"

He replied sounded a bit cautious. "A little. It can be complicated yes. But it's like a play. For a weekend, alright it an extended holiday but still. And about the practical thing... I guess I know exactly what you mean." Sounding like putting a rabbit out of a top hat.

Maya raised her glance toward him replying after she passed by the doorstep and stood waiting for him to get in. "You sound like you have something in mind. What is it?" She inquired.

Alex felt pressed on and smiled shyly, walking past her toward the kitchen counter where he deposited the bag he brought in. Maya closed the door and followed him wanting to jump at his neck in reaction to his silence but waited not so patiently until him started to speak.

"So, there's this costume I ordered. Made of latex, with a lockable zipper on the back that fits with a person on its fours... Elbows and knees." He explained succinctly making her mind to reeling trying to put the ideas together.

She begun unpacking the groceries, organizing them over the counter as she replied. "So, you already had everything in mind. I never saw something like this. And from my imagination it might be uncomfortable. Elbows and knees for 4 days? Are you sure?"

Alex replied. "I'm not sure. But that's not the most important thing, actually it is but in a different way. I'm not into this because it's comfortable. It's the struggle, the predicament. To lose the control, the power imbalance. You to be able to whatever you want with me, understand?"

Alex engaged on a sequence feeding her with some of his inner thoughts on the matter, something they had subtle discussed in the past yet not so blunt as he put it now.

Maya pondered and replied. "So, the point is you being a pet in the hand of a mean owner."

Alex corrected. "Well, not always mean..."

Maya added. "Given this construction you made and your history. I could not come out with any nice persona to deal with this pet."

"Guilty. It's just mean has its fun. The struggle is real when there's a creative one." Alex admitted.

At this point their conversation had become the focus of the attention and the dinner had placed in second plane until Maya's belly grumbled making her to change the matter.

"We going to continue this conversation but I going to finish the dinner first. I'm hungry."

The evening and the next days occurred uneventful until the day the latex costume arrived. Maya eagerly awaited the arrival of the costume, much like Alex who had shared the details of the suit with his wife, who scoured various marketplaces to gather more information about the costume and brainstorm ideas for how she might incorporate it.

The package arrived on a Friday, and although the mailer was unaware of the kinky contents, Alex eagerly received it. Without hesitation, he rushed to the bedroom to inspect his delivery. Before doing so, he texted Maya to let her know that the package had arrived.

Upon unwrapping the package, Alex revealed a black latex outfit spread across the bed. The costume appeared to be reinforced in strategic areas for added durability. The latex suit was intricately designed to resemble a dog, complete with four short limbs that featured thick pads on the elbows and knees for added support and realism.

The zipper on the suit extended from the wearer's lower back to the neck, and it could be secured using a padlock, which connected to the built-in metal rings on both the zipper handle and the collar that adorned the suit's neck. This design element made the suit's removal impossible without the key, further immersing the wearer in the predicament.

By the wearer's groin, the suit featured two zippers, which could be utilized to reveal the wearer's genitalia. Accompanying the suit, Alex also ordered a mask, a leather collar, and a mask that concealed the wearer's face while still permitting them to see and speak. Meanwhile, the leather collar functioned as more than just a lockable accessory. It was an advanced device that monitored and responded to the vibrations it detected. Upon sensing a specific frequency, it delivered electrical stimulation, allowing the submissive partner to exchange pain for the freedom to communicate.

As Alex surveyed the array of items scattered across the bed, his eyes darting from one to another, his emotions fluctuated between excitement and unease. The thought of delving into his personal interests with Maya brought forth a flurry of ideas, each one a possibility of what might or could happen. However, the fear of losing control and succumbing to his desires in a precarious situation gnawed at him, stirring feelings of shame and vulnerability.

This was a barrier he needed to overcome, to embark on this journey of self-discovery and explore the unknown, hoping it wouldn't jeopardize his relationship with Maya. Overcoming these obstacles, seeking guidance if necessary, and reflecting deeply were essential steps for Alex to truly embrace his desires and find comfort within himself.