'Where's my massage tonight Adam?' asked my wife playfully as we sat down to watch the TV.
'Oh... of course... sorry darling.' I replied, jumping to my feet and running upstairs to collect the various oils and creams that I used to massage my wife. Upon my return to the living room, Kerry (Kez to her friends) had taken up her position on the sofa - she motioned for me to sit at the space between her feet.
As usual, I felt myself swelling to full stiffness as I took her beautiful left foot in my hand to begin my massage. The soft grunt of appreciation that she made as I began to massage the peppermint cream into her sole only served to heighten my growing arousal.
'You do realise that this is about the third week in a row that you have given me a nightly massage right?' Kez asked from above me.
I looked up at her, still taken aback by her beauty, even after five years of marriage. Her large, green eyes were the thing that initially drew my attention, they were complemented by her full red lips and cute little dimples that came out when she smirked playfully - which was exactly what she was doing at that moment. Her thick, dark hair framed her face perfectly. It was fair to say that I was awestruck by my own wife. I'm not sure when that began, but it was certainly a feeling that I was growing to embrace.
'Would you like me to stop?' I asked, hoping that she wouldn't say yes.
'Absolutely not.' She asserted. 'It's just that, I highly doubt that any of my friends receive nightly massages from their husbands.' She purred as I began to work the foot cream into her ankles, relieving the stress of her hardworking day. 'It's not even just that though Adam,' she continued. 'You seem to respond enthusiastically to every instruction I give you.'
'What can I say?' I shrugged, 'I like to please you.'
'I think you're holding back from the truth of it.' She said, her voice taking on a slight whisper. 'I've noticed the little glazed over look in your eyes when I give you an order. I see the effect I have on your cock when you're at my feet and giving me massages.'
'Holding back how?' I asked, feeling my mouth go a little dry.
'If I were to tell you to strip naked right now, you'd do it.' I nodded slightly at the truth of it. She raised her free foot to my chest and pressed gently against me, allowing me to feel the pressure. I looked up at her beauty. 'If I were to tell you to go and prepare a sandwich for me in the nude, you'd do it.' Again I nodded, feeling my cock throbbing in my trousers as she pointed out the obvious changes to the nature of our relationship.
It hadn't always been this way; at the beginning, we had been like any other couple - sometimes we agreed on things, sometimes we disagreed. Sometimes I would make the dinner, sometimes she would. Hell, she even used to give me the occasional massage. Just recently, however, I had found myself volunteering more in all aspects of the relationship - cooking, cleaning, massaging, conceding points in arguments, apologising (even when I didn't feel that I had even done anything wrong!). Up until this point, those changes had not been discussed.
'I would,' I admitted. It felt good to be finally talking about it.
'So I want you to tell me Adam.' Her voice took on an air of authority that I had never really noticed before. 'If we're going to be changing the dynamics of our relationship, I need to know what it is you're feeling.'
I looked up at her, feeling nothing but love and adulation for this beautiful woman. 'I love you Kerry,' I began, not entirely sure of where I would go with my speech. Not entirely sure how to vocalise the thoughts and feelings that had been creeping into my subconscious over the past few months. 'I think I feel very submissive towards you recently.' She nodded knowingly. 'I like it,' I admitted, feeling my cock throb with my admission. 'In fact, it's more than that - I almost crave it. All day long, I think about ways to please you, ways to show you how much you mean to me, ways to submit to your lead.' My heart was pounding in my chest as I opened up myself to my true feelings; I felt precum oozing from the tip of my cock. 'I am utterly devoted to you and I want you to know that.'
'There's more though.' She whispered, presenting me with her foot. I took the hint and began to lovingly kiss each of her perfect toes in turn. They were so soft and smooth; my weeks of devotion and nightly massages had ensured that.
'I want to worship you,' I gasped - it felt so good to let it out. 'I want to do whatever you tell me to. I want to bring you pleasure and I expect nothing in return.'
'Now we're getting there,' she said as she stood to her feet. 'Undress me and then get yourself naked.'
'Of course,' I whispered as I stood to my feet and undressed my wife, marvelling in her tall, slim frame; feeling ever more aroused as I exposed first her large, firm breasts and then her well-maintained nether regions. I then quickly undressed myself, standing firm and erect in front of her. She directed me to kneel.
'You want to me lead the relationship Adam,' I nodded dumbly up at her. 'You need to know that if we do this, then it will definitely change the dynamics of our relationship forever.'
'I understand.' I gasped; unable to grasp just how aroused I was by her words.
'This is not about your pleasure. I am not just going to use you for your own selfish sexual desires. If you are expecting this, then you are sorely mistaken. This will be about me. If I desire something, you will fulfil my wishes.'
'Yes Kerry,' I whispered.
'Even if you feel uncomfortable doing it, or it is something you have not considered before.'
'Yes Kerry.' I answered.
'Beg me.' She commanded.
'Please,' I begged, 'please take control of my. Use me for your own pleasure. Control my actions, my thoughts, my orgasms. I didn't even know before this evening that this is what I truly wanted - but it is, so thank you for helping me to realise this. Please Kez, I want to belong to you completely.'
'Kez is no longer how you will refer to me in private. Do you understand?'
'Yes,' I responded, 'how should I refer to you?'
'You should call me Boss.'