The One About My Submissive Wife - Sex Stories

The One About My Submissive Wife

I was once a punk. I believed that patriarchy was the greatest enemy of progress. I was also a Christian. So how did this Christian feminist punk learn the pleasure of being a sexually dominant man? It wasn’t straightforward, here is how it happened… So I was once married to an older woman. I was young and self-righteous, she was assertive and outspoken. We were a good fit. She already had a family which I joined as a stepfather. She made me laugh. We had a lot of sex. We were both active in the local church.So far so good…until her children grew up. We were still having plenty of sex, going to church and laughing together, but I was dissatisfied. I realised I wanted my own children and had, by the by, met someone who wanted to have children with me. So after much soul-searching I suddenly left my wife.Very soon afterwards I met up with her in a mutual attempt to retain our friendship even through our pain and sense of loss. AlI decided I would be honest with her at last…and this is where things got interesting. You see, during all the years of our marriage I had spent my nights reading and stroking to erotic stories and images. My taste trended towards sexual mind control and domination/submission but how was a feminist Christian man going to raise these tastes with an equally right on woman? We sat together and I broached the subject of sex. Nervously, I showed her one of my favourite stories, a tale of hypnotic drugging and fucking. She started reading. She started ...

... shaking. She started breathing heavily. She started stroking her nipple through her blouse. “Oh, why didn’t you tell me?” The penny was dropping but I was a slow learner. “What do you mean?” She groaned. “This story is turning me on soooo much. It scares me.” She turned away from the screen and ran upstairs. Moments later I heard her cry out in pleasure. Terribly aroused, I listened even as I remained determined to stick with my decision to start a new life. She came loudly for the second time and then there was silence. After a few more minutes she returned, flushed and smiling sheepishly. So then we talk, really talk. And I join the dots at long last. All these years I had harboured fantasies of domination while and at the same time she was stroking her pussy to fantasies of submission. She had been watching my porn stash just as I had been reading porn stories. She had enjoyed having her hands held down during sex. She had practically raped me the first time I wore a suit. How could I have been so blind? All she had ever wanted was for me to be her master but hadn’t known how to ask... How sad and difficult it all was. But there was nothing to be done about it. I had decided my future and it included children, a different woman, a different life. And surely I wasn’t so superficial that I was going to be swayed by sex alone? So that was that. Except that was not that. I went home that day, my cock hard and my mind confused and aroused. Whatever I did in the coming week I couldn’t ...