I'd like to thank Wolf Vixen for her help on this story. This story is pure fiction,
Thank God, and came out of some where deep in my crazy brain.
Some will like it and others will hate it. To each their own.
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If it weren't for Gary, I probably would have shot Sandy and turned the gun on myself and ended my nightmare. Instead, he showed me what was wrong with my life and how I could correct my past mistakes. You see after almost three years of marriage to Sandy it was time to take back my gonads and my life in the process.
Looking back it seems I've been dominated by women most of my life and I think it all started when my dad and mom split up, or should I say, when my dad booked. I was ten years old at the time, when he left one night and never came back. At first my mom told me dad was out of town on business but after a month, I kind of figured out he wasn't coming back.
I guess looking back; I should have seen it coming. They were always yelling at one another, slamming doors and it happened so often I'd almost accepted it as normal. One night he walked out of the door suitcase in hand and that was the last time I ever saw him.
What seemed strange though, was that mom never seemed to miss him She went on as though nothing had happened and never did have another man in her life. She'd always tell me that I was the only man in her life now and that she was going to do her damndist to make sure I turned out good. However, I think she went a little overboard.
Nothing was ever good enough for her. If I got B's, she wanted A's. The lawn never looked good enough and the house always failed her white glove inspection. After a while, I got into sports and clubs just so I could stay out of the house, but she always found a way to get under my skin.
When I got a four year scholarship to an out of state college I finally thought I could be on my own, but mom found a way to still control my life. I was required to call home everyday and she'd ask for, or shall we say demanded, weekly grade updates. Finally, once a month, I had to drive home to see her, no matter what I had going on. I knew I should have picked a college on the other coast.
My first three years were crammed with schoolwork and honey dos from my mother but in the fall semester, of my senior year, I met Sandy. She was beautiful and I was smitten. We were in the same accounting class and she usually sat in the row directly in front of me. Once I sat in the seat right behind her and just inhaled her perfume for the whole hour.
Over the years, I'd gone out with a few girls but for one reason or another I never found one that I took an interest in. I wasn't ugly, but was a far cry from a good-looking Don Juan. I was about 5'10" tall and was no more than a hundred and seventy five pounds. I was lean and mean, as I called it, but Sandy always had some jock or other well dressed guy sniffing around her.
It was two weeks before the end of the semester when just as the class ended, she turned around to face me, can you say heart attack?
"Hi, my name is Sandy Burk," she said reaching out her hand.
I stammered back that my name was Steve Moore and reached for her hand.
"I know who you are, everyone in class knows who gets the best grades every semester," she replied. "I was wondering if you had any free time? I'm having a bit of difficulty in a few areas and was wondering if you could help me," she asked.
With my heart beating out of control, I told her that I had some extra time and would be more than happy to help her out.
"Why don't we meet in the library after dinner and I can clear up any problem areas you might have," I said with my best smile.
With that first meeting I was hooked. I would have done any thing for her, all she had to do was ask, and Sandy was never shy about asking.
We progressed and after a couple of months we were boyfriend and girlfriend, that is, when it was convenient for her. She still, however, liked to go out with her friends on weekends, which were mostly guys.
"Sandy, I don't feel comfortable with you going out every weekend with someone else," I told her one night. "I'm your boyfriend, and shouldn't I be the one to take you out on the weekends?" I asked.
"Steve don't you trust me? Do you think I'm cheating on you? If you don't trust me, maybe we should break up," she told me.
"Sandy, I never said I didn't trust you, it's just that I want to spend more of my free time with you, that's all."
"Steve, right now your school work should be your first priority. You're number one in our class. Do you want to jeopardize that for a movie or dinner?" she asked.
"I guess you're right, but I miss you so much," I told her.
"I know you do, but after we graduate, you'll have me all the time. So for now, I want you to concentrate on your studies so you can have your pick of jobs," she said kissing me. "Don't you want to make me happy?"
"Sandy, you mean the world to me and don't worry honey, no one will even come close to me," and they didn't. I graduated first in my class and got at least eight great offers.
Don't I sound like a pathetic, love struck wimp? Well I was, big time. Sandy was now calling all the shots and I was being led around as if I had a damn ring in my nose. But I guess, in my warped mind, I was happy or so I thought.
When I took Sandy home to meet mom I thought I was in for a lot of trouble, but they hit it off right away. They talked about me mostly and they both agreed I needed a firm controlling hand but that I had a lot of potential.
"I hope you two haven't had sex yet?" my mom asked.
"No way he's going to get any until our wedding night," Sandy told my mom.
"Good, I kept his father in line by controlling if and when he got any," she told Sandy.
Hell, the two of them already had me married off, and what was even worse; Sandy had brought all my job offers with her. She and my mom spent the weekend looking over each and deciding which one I was going to accept. I could start to feel the collar being pulled tighter and tighter around my neck.
It was bad enough that the two of them picked the job offer I would ultimately accept but they set a tentative date for our wedding as I waited on them hand and foot. Hell, I'd never even asked Sandy to marry me and the three of us were going out Saturday to look at engagement rings. I knew I should have spoken up, but when I tried, I had two women now beating me down. I really was a spineless wimp.
The following is a summary of the next twelve months. Sandy and I got married and I started the job she and my mother had picked out. Mom sold the house and move into a condo within walking distance of our house; the house that Sandy had personally picked out.
Sandy got a job in marketing and now everything revolved around her. She controlled the money, what we ate, who our friends were and how often we had sex; which wasn't very often.
I complained loudly one night after I'd been turned down for the fifth time in a row. Sandy hauled off and slapped me across the face really hard.
"Who do you think I am? Some tramp off the street? I'm your wife and expect to be treated as such. If you ever expect to get any again, you'd better start treating me a lot better than you have been," she yelled at me.
Hell, it was another month before I got any again. How could Sandy stand going without? She was a fireball in bed and usually used me up and spit me out before she was done with me. I didn't understand, but found out soon enough.
Part of Sandy's job was to go to seminars and trade shows. I'd only met her boss once and my first, second and third impressions were all the same; he was a real asshole. When I told her that I didn't like or trust him, she shot back that I didn't need to trust him, only her.
