I sat flipping through the pictures on my phone. The first one had come exactly a year ago, it showed my beautiful Rubenesque wife sitting on a bar stool smiling into the camera. Her flaming red hair cascaded down her back falling almost to her waist and her thick gorgeous thighs were on display in the photo as the deep black velvet dress she wore rode high up on her legs, its plunging neckline showing off her ample cleavage and just the hint of her new lace push up bra. A harmless picture sent from a bar at an after work gathering with a group of co-workers. Seeing the pictures when she sent them to me excited me to no end and my first question when she got home was,
"Who took the picture?" My slightly drunk wife smiled her fabulous flirtatious smile and said,
"Wouldn't you like to know!" She peeled off her dress and headed for the bathroom slurring her words a bit as she said, "I have to pee!"
As I followed her it became apparent that she wasn't wearing any underwear, not that she usually wore much, most if running to Victoria's Secret very expensive thongs, push up bras that she certainly didn't need, but as Pattie always says,
"It doesn't hurt to accentuate the positive!" She loved teasing me with stories of how she would flirt with guys in the office and at the bar where she went with the girls on Friday nights. She knew that her flirting turned me on and appealed to my submissive nature. Of course the fact that I had been out of work for over two years and Pattie was the sole breadwinner in our family helped the dynamic of her dominance in our relationship. Never a dominant woman, however after I lost my job and failed to find another one as the months went by I became more of a househusband, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, yard work, and pretty much anything that Pattie requested or required. Nights were spent
giving her massages with her favorite cocoa butter lotion and licking her pussy and ass to orgasm. Some nights she would play with my tiny shaved cock and balls until I made a mess on myself and was required to clean it up, other nights she would simply kiss me and roll over and tell me she was exhausted and I could go take care of myself or she would give me a rain check for another night.
The little changes that she exhibited built one on top of the other as she started dressing more seductively, being much more assertive in and out of the bedroom, and pushing my buttons more and more as if she were testing my limits. Little things like having me clean the house naked, or wearing a pair of her pantyhose, or wearing a pink teddy exposing my cock and balls. Each request came out of her mouth like a demand and I found myself meekly complying more and more with her new personality. It was clear to us both that she had all the power in our marriage and I had none but neither of us ever came out and said as much, it was more a display of power rather than a discussion, she was coming up with new things on a daily basis merely to see if I would comply and bend to her will or resist. However, Pattie always made it a point to use her body as a weapon, usually dressed in some sexy, skimpy, or revealing outfit she would come to me and stroke my two tiny shaved balls and coo in my ear asking me to do some new task she had come up with and like a hypnotized zombie in a trance I would obey without hesitation. One Friday night she called from work to say she was going out with the 'gang from the office' and would be home later. I reminded her that it was our anniversary and that I had prepared a nice dinner for two and had champagne and flowers. She told me to stop being a baby that she would be home, but that she was just stopping off for a few drinks. She told me she'd send me a picture of her from the bar so I wouldn't miss her. And that's when the first picture arrived.
The next week another picture, same type, same sort of revealing outfit which drove me wild. Same scenario when she got home slightly tipsy not revealing to me who took the picture, but she did have her thong on and it was soaked as I removed it to lick her pussy and ass. It drove me wild wondering if it was one of the girls who took the picture or some guy. Of course she loved the game and the tease and would only answer with her standard "Wouldn't you like to know!" comment. Every week the pictures seemed a bit more revealing and every Friday it seemed when she left for work Pattie was dressed a little more risque than normal business attire as she knew she would be going out with 'the gang from the office' with skirts and dresses a little too short, tops a little too low, heels a little too high, hair a little wild, heavier than normal makeup. It would excite me to see my beautiful wife ready herself for work putting her sexy thong and bra on and sometimes slipping pantyhose over her legs, while other times she wore only thigh highs. She would grab her travel mug
that I had prepared for her, give me a peck on the cheek and be gone leaving me alone for the day with a long list of chores and a constantly aroused state. Pattie had trained me well not to play with myself or give myself any type of sexual relief unless I had her express permission. At first she had insisted on putting me in a chastity device, but after being locked up for almost two solid weeks I found myself begging her upon my release to not put me back in it and I would do anything she required. So she had come to trust my restraint and the device only came out if she feeling especially cruel or horny.
Some Friday nights I would receive one picture, other Friday nights I would receive several. Three months in among several that she sent me one night was her hand on a hard cock. I knew it was her hand because her ring finger prominently displayed the diamond wedding ring I bought her. That night she returned home tipsy knowing I was going wild waiting for her to ask her whose cock she had her hand on. She simply waved it off at first and when I pressed her she laughed and said,
