Summary: Meg, an up and coming corporate executive gets the opportunity of a lifetime, to become a vice president of her company's new location in the Southwest. But, her husband, Bill has a small business he is loath to give up. He makes a proposal, Bill has long wanted Meg to take charge in their marriage, he can do it, if she does. Meg agrees, which leads to a major change in their physical and financial lives, and their relationship. But will power corrupt Meg? Will the relocation tear them apart, or bring them closer together?
THE RELO (relocation)
Chapter 1, the Decision
Meg was excited as she put her key in the door that Friday evening. She had waited for this for a long, long time and it had finally happened. When she opened the door, she could see Bill in the kitchen, cooking. She set down her bag and saw him open the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. Meg entered the kitchen to the sound of a loud "pop", as Bill opened the champagne. He poured the wine into two waiting flutes. Meg came over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Bill handed her a glass and with a big smile said "Congratulations!"
Their glasses made a clinking sound as he touched his glass to hers and they drank. It was good champagne. Meg took a deep breath and asked the question she had been avoiding thinking about. "So, you are okay with it?" she asked.
"It's incredible that they made the offer", he dodged the ultimate question. He turned "dinner is just about ready."
Meg decided to hold on to the good feeling before they got to the issue of their future. It was true, the very offer itself was quite the compliment. Her company was opening a new plant in the South West and she was tapped to be the local manager, the equivalent of an executive vice president.
Bill smiled. "Relax "he said gesturing toward the living room. I'll get dinner on the table." She sat on the couch and sipped her champagne thinking. It was expensive champagne. They could afford it now, she thought, easily, if...
"Dinner is served!" Bill announced formally.
As they sat down Bill said "So tell me about the offer."
Meg took a deep breath. "Well I would be in charge at the new plant, a vice president with all the perks, bells and whistles and" she paused for effect "almost twice the salary."
Bill gave a low whistle. She smiled and continued. "It comes with a full relocation package."
"Which means?" Bill prompted.
"Well, the relo package includes full moving services. The company hires movers who come and load all your stuff and ship it down there. "
"Your company does that?"
"No, actually it's a third party they hire. They will give us a realtor to find a new place there, and one here to help us sell this one, as well as pay for three flights for you and I to house hunt..." She paused. "That is if we decide to go." She looked at Bill.
He sighed. "It's a big change" he said. "A new place, new home."
Meg nodded. "I know it upends our lives."
I would have to find something to do..."
Meg nodded. "Is there any way you could transfer your business..."
Bill shook his head. "No, no way, I have customers here..."
"You could get customers there."
"How?" he asked "I get customers from referrals and from contacts I have -- here. I don't have any connections there. You know that" Bill continued "we talked about it when you first thought you might get the offer. "
"Can't you do your work here from there?" Meg asked.
"Meg" he reasoned "I do videography. I can't phone that in."
"You could fly back."
"Now, that would be really expensive" Bill said. He softened. "You really want this, don't you?"
Meg looked away. "It's a great opportunity. One that probably will never come around again" She said. "and a challenge, a chance to grow." She regarded Bill. "We could go without the income, I'll be making enough, and you will find something. We really don't need the money."
"When do you have to let them know?"
"Monday" Meg replied.
Now it was Bill's turn to look away. "Well, there is a way, something you could do to make me really want to go."
Although she thought she knew what was coming, Meg looked at him expectantly.
"Be in charge." He said.
Meg regarded him thinking.
They had been married for fifteen years, five years ago Bill had told her about his submissive fantasies.
They had played with it from time to time, but it hadn't really been Meg's thing. When she was honest with herself, she knew she had never really tried it. It just didn't excite her. To buy time she asked "what do you mean."
Bill shrugged. "Be my queen, let me be your knave."
Meg considered. "If I do this, you will be comfortable going?"
"Yes" Bill did not hesitate for a second.
His eagerness made Meg laugh. Some of the tension she had been feeling melted.
She nodded. "Okay" she said "can I consider it and give you an answer by the end of the weekend?"
Bill beamed at her. This was more progress than he had made in five years. The thought of Meg dominating him was like a dark flower blooming inside of him. He was excited. He was aroused. He was hard "Sure" he said. Then quickly. "You know Meg, I will always love you, no matter what."
"And I will always love you" She reached across the table and took his hand. "No matter what.
They made love that night, sweet, passionate, close.
The next day Meg let Bill run all their errands, grocery shopping, dry cleaning, the hardware store while she did her research. The first part was easy, at various times Bill had given her articles and printouts to read about female led relationships. She had generally glanced at the material and put it away for later -- a later that usually did not come. There was a pile under her bed that she pulled out.
On top was something called "Real Women Don't Do Housework". That sounds promising, Meg thought. She had suspected that all the stuff he gave her would be some sort of porn. Meg was really quite surprised, RWDDH was really, rather - thoughtful- and interesting. It made sense given what Bill had told her. She rather liked the queen/knight analogy over the master/slave type of relationship she had always thought this entailed. She read through all the stuff that Bill had given her, then turned on her computer and started research of her own. She heard the door open downstairs when Bill came home.
"Hey Meg!" he called out "I'm home."
"Still reading" Meg called out. She could hear him putting away the groceries. Meg went back to her screen. She was surprised by the levels of variation a FLM, female led relationship could have. She shut down the computer and sat for a few minutes deep in thought. Meg stood, she was comfortably dressed in black leggings and a sweat shirt. Meg pulled off her sweat shirt and put on a t-shirt. It was a "Cage the Elephant" concert t-shirt and since being washed was fairly tight. Meg regarded herself in the full-length mirror. She had small perky breasts that were firm enough that she frequently did not wear a bra. Her hips were wide, times and tastes had changed. When she was in high school, she had been shy and self-conscious about her big butt. Now, it was considered a physical asset. The play on words made Meg smile. Her reading and thoughts of Bill had made her kind of excited; her nipples were hard and visible through the thin t-shirt material. Bill would like that.
Meg made her way downstairs. She went into the kitchen where Bill was putting away cans. Meg came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. She nibbled the back of his neck. Bill could feel her nipples poke int his back. Meg let her left hand go down and rubbed his crotch. She could feel him stiffen and grow under her hand.
"Thank you for doing the shopping." She ran a finger up and down the length of his already hard cock.
"MMMMM...you are welcome."
She licked his ear. "Did you like doing that for me? Do you like doing chores for me?" She continued her gentle groping, tracing small circles over his balls. "HMMM?" she asked.
Bill took a deep., hard breath. "Oh, yesssss" he breathed "I love doing things for you!"
"Good" Meg stepped back and crossed her arms. Bill turned to face her, still very obviously aroused and hard.
"We need to talk." Meg said.
"Okay" Bill replied "about?' he asked although he suspected he knew and it excited him.
"Well, "she began. "I finished reading, and I have to admit, some of what I read sounds intriguing."
Bill smiled. "Great what did you like?"
"A lot of things" she replied. "I'm glad though, that this doesn't mean I have to wear a leather catsuit and whip you."
"No" Bill said. "Although leather is sexy." He thought of all the fetishy outfits he would love to see Meg in.
Meg smiled. "It can be" she admitted and thought "you're pretty obvious babe." Earlier she had contemplated her closet. It had a small section of her closet that she thought of as her kinky section. It was comprised of clothes that Bill had bought her. The clothes ran a wide gamut. There was leather and latex and PVC. There were clothes that were simply too revealing to wear outside of the house. She had two corsets. Aside from the silk lingerie, she had either never worn most of these gifts, or only worn them once to please Bill. Now she wondered how she could use these things along with Bill's obvious desires to have her wear them to get what she wanted.
"But part of the point of this is to do it in a way that you like." Bill continued.
Meg looked at him. "Babe, it's your fantasy, let's face it if it happens it will be for you."
Bill regarded her "I get it, but a big part of what makes this exciting is to do it your way, to make you happy. I know my life is on the brink of changing, but so is yours. I want any changes we make in our marriage to be good for you! I want you to be in charge, but in a way that works for you and that you enjoy. Doing it your way not mine. Does that make any sense?"
Meg thought for a second then nodded slowly. "I think so..."
