Chapter 1

Background

They had met in college, she a senior and he a grad student. After a slow start they were inseparable by the time both had completed their studies and a year later they got married. At that point he started working for her father rapidly rising to senior management on his merits, not because he was the son in law. He took over as president a couple of years ago when her parents were killed in an accident and she inherited the company.

Life was good. From the beginning they experimented a fair amount in the sex department including Dom/sub games. It turned out that they both enjoyed those. At first they had switched roles regularly but he was never really comfortable as a Dom while she took to dominating him like a duck to water. In the end they settled on her as a Domme and he as her subbie.

These "games" eventually evolved to the point where he was her true "slave" at all times.

Well there were times when they were just a loving vanilla couple and others where he would suffer for weeks as she satisfied certain urges. These periods always included being locked into a chastity device of sort. Sometimes just a plain one made from titanium, at other occasions a more "devilish" device with spikes and she would take great delight in teasing him with her charms, making him worship her breasts for long time, normally not a chore but the CB with the spikes made it extremely difficult because he stayed hard in spite of the pain from the spikes digging into his cock.

Even though he had become a very skilled lover and knew how to "ring her chimes" with his average sized cock, She would taunt him.

"You know, your little dick needs to be locked up so no one can mistake it for a cock and it's a good thing that I love you and you have a very talented tongue or I would have dumped you a long time ago."

There never was a point where he was seriously injured but some days he just preferred to stand, rather than sit while eating. It was a totally random schedule but always her decision – the Loving Wife - the Dominant Bitch or something in between.

As time progressed they joined a very discreet BDSM club about an hour drive from their home. He was sure that the cuckolding started at this club. There were days when he was put into severe bondage, the eyes covered and ear phones providing just white noise. The only senses left for him where smell and taste. He would spend hours – to him it seemed like days – in bondage. Sometimes he would feel a foot pressed against his mouth, never sure whose it was to break up the monotony of being tied, unable to see or hear.

Eventually she would partially release him and roughly guide his head to the area of her vagina where he clearly could smell her sex as well as taste semen as she forced him to worship her. Making him give her several orgasms before letting him go to clean up and get dressed so that they could go home. She certainly tasted different during these sessions from what he was used to since he always has to clean her after having intercourse with Her.

At one time or another she would text him "back door basement 'till". That meant that he was not allowed any contact with her ranging from a couple of days to maybe a week. He would go to work, take his meals outside the house and return to spend the nights alone locked into his CB on a cot in the basement. He was sure that during those periods she was with a Lover.

One thing he was sure of, her relationships were extremely discrete – due to their position in the community. He did suspect that one of her lovers was a golfing buddy of his, but had no real proof. Besides, he was her "slave" and the choice was hers and hers alone.

Following his "solitary confinement" there always was an extended period of intense sensual loving and caring – no CB – hours of cuddling, conversation and great vanilla sex. Many times these periods would coincide with vacation time so that they had all days nights to enjoy each other.

A couple of times the "solitary confinement" had been extended beyond the usual maximum of a week. Those were time when he began to worry that she might leave him. But upon his release she always reassured him of her love, even rewarding him with a sensational blow job, something that was not part of their normal sex life.

He understood her needs and was grateful that she did not really rub his face into the fact that she had lovers other than at the S and M club. Because of this he felt that they had an understanding, that their home was their sanctuary – no outsiders would intrude into their relationship in their home. Sure, she would flirt with their male guests and be quite "touchy feely" with Greg, his golfing buddy at social gatherings causing him to feel stabs of jealousy but he was totally confident that no sexual activity outside their marriage was taking place in their home.

Then came that fateful day...

I wasn't feeling well and decided to go home early to just rest and see how things went. That's when I found them – My Wife – My Goddess getting fucked by that slime ball Harry. An acquaintance from the country club and the Chamber of Commerce.

"Hey, what's going on here. Harry get your clothes and get out of my house before I tear your head off."

Don't you get smart with me cuckold. Your wife asked me and I obliged. Seems you don't have the 'goods' ", pointing at his rather large cock.

With that, he came towards me and started poking my chest, telling me to get lost so that he could get back to ... That's when I lost it, picked him up and threw him naked out on the front lawn and locked the door.

I was so hurt and angry that I had lost all power to reason. Luckily my Tai Chi training kicked in just in time to prevent me from killing the guy.

What was she thinking – Not only in OUR home – our sanctuary but with that ass hole Harry? I hope he'll keep his stupid mouth shut. He's a braggart when it comes the women he supposedly fucks all the time. I need to have a serious conversation with the jerk. I know his company is not doing too well. Maybe that will give me some leverage. I'll have to check into that. Might be a chance for revenge or at least leverage enough to force him to keep his mouth shut.

There I stood – Just staring at her. Still naked and as beautiful as ever. Any other day I would have had an instant boner. Now I was just hurt and

heartbroken.

..."Look darling I'm sorry you had to see that. OK?

I never expected you to blow up like that. I guess I was wrong in viewing cuckolding you in MY house as just a natural extension of our Domme/sub relationship."

(Chuckles) "I did enjoy the way you threw Harry out of the house. He was an ass and fool taunting you. I tried to stop him but he's so full of himself because of his big cock. Well he should not have poked you in the chest and telling you to get lost." (subconsciously stroking Her pussy reliving the thrill of hubby turning "macho")

"I doubt he'll come sniffing for my pussy ever again. No great loss. Big cocks are a dime a dozen – sorry babe, that was cruel..."

Her efforts of looking somewhat contrite, extra seductive and sexy at the same time had no effect on me at that moment – My world as I knew had coming crashing down on around me.

"Darling, I don't want to lose you. I love you with all my heart and I'm saying it again. I'm truly sorry for hurting you. I didn't know that you had this limit. I should have talked more with you about your feelings. I just always assumed that you were happy with your role as My "slave" and I could..."

I said nothing other than "better give the ass hole his clothes before he damages the front door".

That stopped her rambling, at one point justifying her action as her right as my Mistress and then going on with how sorry she was and how she failed to consider my feelings...

As Monique gathered the jerks clothes, I went to a storage closet and pulled out two suitcases and went up to my bedroom to pack things I would need for at least a couple of weeks.

I don't know what she said to the jerk but there she was again as I packed up my clothes.

"Peter, I can't stop you if you want to leave and end this marriage. But please, I beg you, take some time to think about it."

"Do you hear that? Your Mistress and Goddess begging ... Please think about all the good times we've had..."

"Please don't throw it all away in a fit of anger and pain..."

"But since you seem to be determined to leave, why not go to the lake house and contemplate what you want to do. I'll be here ready for you whenever you decide you want to talk, air your grievances or come back for good. Darling I don't want to lose you, I love you with all My heart. I want to find a way to work through this, to make it right again. I want to understand why you got upset. You've been My "slave" for all these years and you never complained about the way I treated you. I know I've been cruel and mean to you but I thought – and you must feel the same way or you would have rebelled or at least used your safe word a long time ago – that I always balanced it with My love for you..."

"On the other hand if you want a divorce, you'll have to start it. I won't. The prenuptial makes it easy."

"I'll call the office on Monday and tell them that W/we've decided to take our vacation a week early. That way no one will know for a while. No need to upset the apple cart there until you are clear in your mind what you want to do."

"There is an envelope in the top right drawer of My desk with your name on it. It contains a bank card, the pin and all the statement for an account in your name. When you became My "slave" you turned all of your earnings over to Me. It's all in that account. It's yours because you earned it."

That surprised me at first but then I realized that was her nature. No matter how mean she treated me, how much she abused me, there were always times when she would nurture me, take care of my needs and be madly in love. That's what made this so hard. Her so totally disrespecting ME. I never saw that coming. Was it just a failure to communicate? Was she just ignorant as to how I felt about OUR home – OUR castle? She is right, I'll have to think about those things before taking any steps of breaking up our marriage for good.

"Oh, one more thing I would like you to consider – of course I can't make you and I understand if you don't, but I really, really would love it if you stayed on as president of My company, even if ... if we wind up divorced. I'll raise your salary to whatever you think is fair and our relationship will be strictly business."

"Please think about that too. If you feel that it might not work, at least stay long enough to groom someone to take your place. You put many years of hard work into that firm to make it what it is. If not for Me, do it for the great people that work there and depend on..."

Damn that Woman knew how to play me. She knew how much I love that company, considered it my life's work.