Hello all! I am a new writer and this is my first story in what I hope to be numerous ones to share my transition from a very dominant personality to a submissive personality. Note I did not say that I have transitioned from a Dom to a Sub rather a transition of my PERSONALITY from Dominant to Submissive. It was a long journey and this story really is just the beginning of how it happened over time.
I am married to a wonderful wife of 32 years. I am 55 and she is 53. To set things straight from the beginning, we are NOT a practicing dom/sub couple and have only experimented with it in play "behind closed doors". She in all honesty had no interest in it although it's something I always thought about constantly in the back of my mind. For most of our married life I kept those thoughts in my own head and frequently read stories about dom/sub relationships and fantasized about it. Having an extremely dominant personality I mostly fantasized about being the Dom and having a submissive. Every once in a while I'd have a fantasy about switching and becoming the submissive but those were infrequent early on in our marriage. Over time they became more frequent though. Due to circumstances in our marriage that eventually turned from fantasy to reality but that took a log time to develop.
So, when do I get to the good stuff? The start of it all began when my wife got a new laptop and I was going to take her old one to be recycled. She is not super tech savy but I, being a software engineer, was a little more tech savy. I knew the proper way to dispose of hardware but I decided to keep her old laptop out in my shop and do a little snooping. With her having just headed off on a business trip I had the time to mess around with it. Not necessarily because I was suspicious but the amount of time she'd been spending on her laptop over the last couple of years did kind of make me wonder and faced with this new opportunity to have her old laptop at my disposal I decided to do some digging.
After snooping around for a while I was beginning to get bored as it appeared she had done a pretty good job of wiping her files and I wasn't very convinced there was anything to find. But then some new recovery efforts I was using found a folder titled "HJH" that had a bunch of word documents in it. Sorted by date, they seemed to span the previous 2 years. Exactly the 2 years that I recalled thinking she had spent a lot more time on her laptop than normal. They were titled HJH-01, HJH-02 and so forth. For now I won't say how many they were but the naming convention of the folder and then the subsequent files had me intrigued. I decided this was worth investigating a little further so I copied all the files to a flash drive and settled in to read HJH-01. Below is what I read, written in my wife's words.
HJH-01 (create date 12/1/2021)-- I'm writing this kind of as my version of a "Dear Diary". Fearing to share this with anyone, even my best friend, I need an outlet to share something that's been weighing heavy on my mind. I love my husband very much but for several years I've felt a little trapped by his dominance in and out of the bedroom. In the bedroom especially. You see, sex has always been his way, what he wants, how he wants it and always seems to be centered on him and never me. I'm not saying that's a good reason or excuse for me to have landed where I'm out now in life but I do think it's a contributing factor. I never planned for this to happen but here is how this happened the first time.
Jan 2021 -- I was on the plane for a late night flight to my company's headquarters in San Antonio. This was only the 2nd time I travelled there but I was kind of relieved to get a way for a few days and have some nice evenings at the hotel to enjoy a little "me" time to relax and do whatever I want. The night before I left I was a little put out with my husband as he had basically demanded some "servicing" since I was going to be gone for a week. 15 minutes of me playing with his cock, sucking it a little and then jerking it off onto his chest he then asked me to wipe it up off with a towel. When I came back from throwing the towel in the laundry and getting a drink there he was snoring lights out and my chance at getting any reciprocal action had pretty much gone up in smoke. Typical.
Still, this has become a way of life for me. Service him, sometimes get some reciprocal action, most times not. And all I get out of it is feeling like I'm carrying out my wifely obligation by taking care of my husband. It was almost normal to me. Until this particular trip. The guy sitting against the window on my left was probably about 10 years younger than me dressed in business attire. At first look I found him only mildly attractive and we only briefly exchanged pleasantries. As the plane took off and we began to talk he had a very compatible personality with me and, most importantly, he really seemed interested in what I had to say as I talked. A half hour into our conversation I realized I was twirling my finger in my hair as I talked to him, sometimes a tell-tale sign that a woman is flirting. I realized his mild attractiveness had elevated a bit as a result of our conversation. What am I doing I asked myself as my finger continued to intertwine and pull on one of my dark curls in my hair. Why am I continuing to play with my hair as I found myself lost in what he was saying.
I was almost disappointed yet somewhat relieved when a yawn inadvertently escaped from my mouth. I barely got my apology out when the contagious factor kicked in and he followed suit. We both slowed in our conversation and soon I heard him softly snoring. I was struggling with a little feeling of guilt as I knew I had let myself flirt with this stranger. Even if it was innocent enough and it didn't even come close to anything I felt some guilt. At the same time I also felt a little invigorated as I was still harboring some ill feelings at how my husband and I had left things on our last night. Him with a happy ending and I with no ending outside of filling my wifely duties. I found myself shrugging off that guilt and since this hadn't really gone any where I decided to let the excitement of it all settle in and I begin to enjoy the feeling of having been a little naughty.
