I heard Emily's car pull into the driveway and did a quick survey of the apartment. Everything was just about perfect. Her favorite tuscan-inspired pasta dish was cooling on the stove. Every square inch of our home was the kind of spotless that belonged on a magazine cover. There was just one final touch. I poured her favorite wine into a glass and went to wait for her at the door.
She had spent the whole day venting to me about her asshole project manager and I knew she would need a chance to decompress. That's why everything had to be perfect.
When Emily opened the door she looked worn out, exhausted, and pissed off. That was true. But somehow she was also a fucking knockout. Like a blonde goddess in business casual who had just come down from Mount Olympus for a backrub and a chance to vent about her day. My heart skittered in my chest. Maybe it's crazy to have butterflies seeing my girlfriend of several years, but it would make a lot of sense if you knew Emily.
"Hey," I said, holding out the glass of red wine. Em smiled appreciatively and dropped her bag on the ground. She pulled me in for a kiss.
When we broke away, she said, "Man, am I glad to be home with you."
"Bad day?"
"The absolute worst."
"Go have a seat. Dinner's ready."
"Whatever it is, it smells amazing," she said as she walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch.
"I made your favorite!"
"Thank you, Baby." She flashed me a smile and my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to take her to our room. But that would have to wait until later. Maybe after a couple glasses of wine, her favorite dinner, and a vent session.
I directed her to her seat at the table, where I had some candles already burning. I set her dinner in front of her and gave her the slightest nudge to start talking about her work day. That's all it took and she was off to the races.
All of Em's workplace woes started and ended with her asshole boss, Todd. She worked at an advertising firm and she was really setting herself apart. It turned out that someone with the 'skill set' that Emily boasted would find a lot of business dealings shaking out in their favor. Funny how that worked.
The problem was that setting herself apart from the crowd had netted her more responsibilities and blame and no promotions or raises. Emily found this extremely frustrating and I couldn't say I blamed her.
I know she tried not to use her powers at work but even the tiny, accidental nudges that she couldn't avoid added up to a huge advantage. And it was an advantage that Todd was happy to exploit and take full credit for.
I listened to her whole rant, nodding along in full agreement. It totally wasn't fair. A client had left the company due to factors outside of her control and Todd had chewed her out in front of the whole team. Despite the fact that she had far more on her plate than her job description required. She just had to sit there and take it.
"I have no idea how you held back the urge to tell him to go fuck himself."
She laughed, "He might take it too literally!"
"Good!"
"No, it's fine. He's an ass, but I can't use my power like that. It did cross my mind to tell him he should just fucking quit."
"You should have."
"Maybe, but I would never do that."
"I know, Babe." I wondered what I did to deserve a woman like Emily. Somehow gorgeous, so powerful, and also kind. "Em, I was thinking. You have all this power and even if you're trying to hold back, you still end up getting your way most of the time."
"Yeah?"
"Well right now Todd is reaping all the benefits. If it's going to happen either way, why shouldn't it be you that gets ahead? Maybe you could do something small. Maybe you have a meeting with Todd and he leaves it with a bit of an attitude adjustment."
"Well," she paused, "I have been thinking of making a change."
"Oh?"
"I think I want to quit my job and go into business for myself."
I was shocked and also not shocked at all. I had no doubt she would be so successful running her own company. "Em, that's a great idea!"
"You're sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! God, they won't know what hit them."
She smiled despite herself. "Ok then that brings me to the second part of my idea."
"What's that, Em?"
"If I do this, I'll be working a lot. Even longer hours than I am now. It would be a lot easier if you were able to take care of everything at home. And I don't want to ask you to do more on top of your job. So, I was thinking, what if you quit your job and stayed home full time?"
I gulped, "Like a housewife?
She was gazing right at me, her eyes filled with mirth and love for me. "More like a house-boyfriend."
My cock was rigid and straining against my zipper under the table. "I thought we agreed you made all the decisions for me, Em. Why are you asking me?"
A smile flashed across her features. "You're right, Babe. I'm not really asking, am I?"
I shook my head.
"No, I'm really not." She leaned back in her chair. "I guess I'm telling you that you'll quit your job to keep our house clean and have dinner ready for me when I get home and then you'll rub my feet after I spend all day making us money. I know you'll be so much happier than you are going to work every day."
I couldn't form words. I was in a completely submissive headspace. Happy to do whatever she said.
"Dev, I promise I'll take very good care of you."
I squeaked out, "I know, Goddess."
"Good," she purred, "Tonight, for example, you've been an excellent homemaker. You just forgot one part of your duties."
"What do you m-" I started to ask when Emily held out her hand and flicked a finger towards the ground. My body obeyed before I even processed the command in the gesture. I found myself on my hands and knees and crawling to Emily's feet. She kicked her shoes across the room. I understood that perfectly. I started rubbing her feet, eager to please.
"Good boy," she told me. I was so turned on I could barely string two thoughts together.
While I rubbed her feet, Emily pulled out her phone and started responding to some texts. Somehow that only made it hotter. This was already so mundane for her. It was perfectly normal that she could command me to kneel at her feet with a flick of her finger and give her a massage. It was so normal she barely thought about it. Every once in a while I still felt that familiar flare of embarrassment when under Emily's control. This was one of those times. I loved it. I hoped this feeling never fully went away.
"Let's go out for drinks to celebrate!" She announced, "I've already let some work friends know where to meet us."
"Ok, Love."
She stood up, while I still kneeled at her feet. I didn't have permission to move yet, so I couldn't.
"We just can't stay out too late tonight, cause I technically have work in the morning," I told her.
Em looked confused for a moment. She had already forgotten I still had a job. "Pull out your phone," she commanded. I fished it out of my pocket. "Call your boss."
My fingers pulled up the number in my contacts of their own accord. It started to ring. I just held the phone out, unsure of what to do. Emily mimed holding it to my ear, so I obeyed. "Now tell them that you quit and you won't be coming in anymore."
My boss didn't pick up, so I left a voicemail like Emily told me to. After I hung up, she patted my head, pleased with her problem solving skills. "There," she said, "Now you don't have to work in the morning and we can stay out as long as I want."
"Thank you, Goddess," was all I could say.
There was a great turn out at the bar for Emily's impromptu celebration. I wasn't surprised. Em's sweet personality and her unique abilities made her like a vortex that pulled people in. I expect everyone that worked with her was harboring a secret crush or at minimum adored her platonically. I was used to it by this point. It came with the territory as Emily's partner.
As the evening wore on I found myself outside on the patio playing cornhole with a few of Em's coworkers. Em was sitting inside at a table surrounded by a group of friends all emotional at her departure. She was always the life of the party, even back before she got her powers. I was zoned out watching her, enjoying the sight of my gorgeous partner in her element.
One of her coworkers, Zach, nudged me with his elbow. "Hey, man you better be careful." He may not have quite been slurring his words, but it was obvious he was well-lubricated with Coors Lights.
"What's up, man?" I asked.
"You gotta watch out, is all I'm saying. A girl like that? She starts making more money than you, you might find yourself kicked to the curb."
I stared at him dumbfounded, "What are you saying?" I was a few beers deep as well and I felt like he was asking to get knocked on his drunk ass.
