Jerry had to know, in some part of his mind, that he'd get caught some day. He was cheating so compulsively, so indiscriminately, that even his clueless wife would find out eventually. He anticipated losing some of his money, but there was always more where that came from, including much she didn't know existed and couldn't take away. But when it did happen, it turned out very differently than he could have ever imagined.
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When Joanne first noticed the signs, she wrote them off. Jerry was constantly meeting other executives, some of them female, and that could easily explain the whiffs of perfume and occasional lipstick marks on his collar. Friendly hello kisses, nothing more.
Then she happened to run into someone from another city that Jerry had done business with, and got a peculiar look from the man. Finally the truth was exposed when one of Jerry's floozies answered his cellphone as he slept, introduced herself as "Mr. Forrester's secretary" and that Mr. Forrester was out at the moment. Joanne did not cause a scene and merely told the slut she would call back. The slut, having realized she made a mistake in answering the phone, did not mention the call to Mr. Forrester when he woke up in yet another hotel room, with yet another empty-eyed woman.
Joanne was furious. However, this marriage was all that separated her from being just another secretary. She was going to make sure she dealt with the situation to her utmost benefit. First step - a private dick. Especially since she no longer cared for the one she shared a house with.
Within a few weeks she had all the evidence she'd ever need. The idiot had signed a pre-nup when they married, thinking it would protect him from her fucking around. In reality, she had been faithful to him, and made up for his shortcomings discretely with her toys. She wasn't planning on doing that forever, but even then she planned on being extremely discrete.
He wasn't discrete, though, was he? He showed no consideration for her feelings, her situation. He needed to be punished for that.
She could take a bunch of his money, but she had no intention of humiliating herself like that, having people ask why on earth a guy with a wife twenty times hotter than himself would chase every cheap whore on the street. Joanne may have been a lowly secretary when she bagged herself a dot.com multi-millionaire geek, but that was no fluke. She was a rational and methodical person. She would study what other women have done in such situations and come up with a plan of her own.
And the best part was that Jerry would have no idea what was being planned, whatever that turned out to be - until it hit him.
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Joanne was on her 6th night of searches on the net. She didn't work much more - a perk of being the wife of the co-boss - but was still on the books and still had an office. Jerry had asked, but was happy with her answer of "just a new project. Don't wait up." She needed to be away from him when she did this.
She had found some useful stuff, some eye-opening articles on Female Domination that gave her a glimpse of her solution, but not enough to connect the dots. She was about to give up for the night and go home, when a private message popped up on her screen. It was from a "sissy_sherryl-lynn" and was very polite.
: "Hello Ma'am. A quick question, please?"
: Go ahead.
: May i assume it is your no-good husband you are pissed at?
:
Yes.
: And are you seeking help in figuring out his punishment?
: Yes! Why hasn't anyone asked me that before? :-)
: In that case, Ma'am, would you like to speak with my Owner?
: Your what?
: Mistress, if you will. She has much experience helping ladies in your situation.
: Very well.
The nick in the pm box changed to "Miss Keisha", and what followed was the most important conversation Joanne ever had. Miss Keisha was a professional lifestyle Dominatrix who specialized in couples. Keisha was able to tie together everything Joanne had managed to glean on hr search, plus much that had been bugging her since... forever.
Basically, Keisha said, the main difference wasn't between male and female, or even gay and straight, but rather between Dominant and submissive - and that while neither line was etched in stone, most people fell in one of these broad categories. Some people are able to move between as the mood struck them, but most tended one way or the other.
Also, Keisha explained, that converse to popular belief, the totally straight person was a rarity, and that absent social conditioning, most people would be bi. Stupid social conventions made this a major source of shame for men, (while at the same time making it much more permissible and even "hot" for women) thus giving women a leverage over them.
Finally, Keisha explained that at the very least, 15-20% of the people walking around calling themselves men had absolutely no business playing that role and were, in her opinion, better off converted to a lower form of femininity. The pity was, Keisha added, that so few of them were aesthetically tolerable in the role.
In any case, Keisha summed up, it was clear that Joanne had been aggrieved beyond what any woman should endure, and that for a fee she would be glad to assist.
It pleased Joanne's enraged mind to think of the little worm sucking cock, and of her holding that over him. Keisha's plan intrigued her, and the absolute confidence in which the pitch was delivered was impressive.
Joanne was given a telephone number to call, and the woman on the other side of the internet said goodnight. The numbers glowed in the dark room.
