A man came around asking about the lady who used to live here before us. Jim Priest, he said his name was and needed to speak with her on something important. My wife, Mariam, was sure she had kept the forwarding address. She is well organised like that and soon found it and copied it down for him. As the man left and I closed the door, she turned me and told me to be in the living room in 15 minutes for my ‘birthday surprise’.

Let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Kamal and I was born and raised in West London where my parents had emigrated from India during the 70’s. I always thought of myself as English being fully immersed in the culture and lifestyle. Then one day out of the blue my father started going on about arranging a wife for me now that I was in my twenties. I was absolutely horrified and told him that I wanted to choose my own wife. Most Indian girls over here were brash and unattractive. In fact, there was this girl that I fancied like crazy, a blue-eyed blonde with great legs and a good bust. Our eyes had met across a crowded common room and I fell in love but I could never get up the courage to speak to her. My dad told me angrily that English girls were alright for a bit of fun but we only ever married within the Asian community. If need be, I could take an English mistress but it was my duty to help our relatives come here. I thought in horror what happened to my older sister, forced to marry Uncle Farouk. An 18-year-old girl forced to marry a 40-year-old man she had never met. Although she was too scared to say so, I knew she wasn’t happy. I didn’t want that to happen to me.

My parents arranged a family holiday to India later that year and I never suspected a thing until I found myself surrounded by relatives, being pressurised into marrying a girl I that I never met before. At least she was a girl, a second cousin only a few years younger than myself. Well educated, Mariam was pleasant to look at but just not my type. The girls I fancied were usually around my height, 5’9”, and medium built. I was not overly keen on small slim girls who looked like they would break if you got too rough and that was exactly what Mariam was like. She was a shy, demure girl; barely 5’ tall with a very slender body and, disappointingly, a small chest. Luxurious jet-black hair was worn high off her forehead and tumbled down her back almost to her waist. Her face was thin and long with thick black eyebrows straight over dark brown eyes with luscious lashes that made her eyes very sultry. The nose was long and slender and her cheeks long and flat. Her mouth was bucktoothed and small with plump lips. Subtle application of make-up made her appear quite good-looking although she just didn’t take my fancy. Nevertheless we were both trapped and pressured into a marriage that neither of us wanted and that strained our relationship from the start.

Although she wasn’t loud and brash, which was a good thing, I found her to be a little too demure and subservient. Whenever there was a hint of disagreement, she would always back down and go along with my wishes. I kept telling her that in England, women were equal to men and allowed to express an opinion but she kept telling me that it was her duty to obey my wishes and make me happy. It was a mindset that was deeply engrained and frankly it made me very uncomfortable. I kept trying to explain that I wanted her to be more of a friend and share in the decision-making but this would just upset her.

After consummating our marriage (she was convinced our relatives would check her physically to make sure) sex tailed off to an occasional fumble in the dark in bed once in a while when I felt a bit frisky. Don’t get me wrong, I grew to really like her and enjoyed a good cuddle every now and then, but she just didn’t do it for me. The truth was that I didn’t love her and she didn’t turn me on. I enjoyed her companionship and she became a close, though subservient, friend, nothing more. At first that became a point of contention. “I have failed you as a wife. I do not please you” she used to say, to which I had to try to think of something to tell her to placate her without hurting her feelings.

To be honest, I had discovered through the Internet, the strange attraction of strong dominant women who could physically overpower a man and have their way with them. This really turned me on more than anything I had found before. It was like a whole new world of experience had opened up which I had been missing out on. There was no way my frail little Mariam could dominate me. I even tried to get her to play-wrestle as foreplay on the bed but she didn’t like me being too rough and she felt so small and fragile that I was afraid of hurting her. That was a few years ago. I decided to enrol her in a local University to complete her education while I went out to work and earned us a living. She was intelligent and got on well with her studies, so well that she had worked through her Masters and was about to complete her PhD. I was hoping that the experience of mingling with other students would broaden her outlook and make her more of an equal partner in this sham of a marriage.

So it was that I entered the living room for my birthday surprise. I was expecting balloons, cake and relatives that had snuck in when I wasn’t looking. What I actually found was so completely unexpected that I could scarcely believe my eyes. Petite slender demure Mariam is standing before me wearing nothing but a short gi top that is so short that it resembles a very sexy micro mini-dress. She raised her hands, open palmed in a fight stance confronting me, trying to look tough. “Hai Yah!” she said loudly. “Birthday surprise!”. “Wow! What a surprise. You look great. Really hot” I said running my eyes up and down her body. That simple white wraparound jacket tied with a black belt made her look unbelievably powerful and dangerous. For the first time ever, she was making my dick stiff just by looking at her. “Oh Mariam. You really turn me on wearing that. Let’s go upstairs” I suggested eager to get her on the bed and give her a good seeing to. Where had she got the jacket and belt? I was hoping she had brought it rather than hired it for the day, looking forward to nights acting out my fantasies with her wearing that in the bedroom.

“I want to show you something first” she replied and walked across the room. I admired the cut of her gi jacket on her slender form and her bare legs before I realised that all of the furniture had been moved up against the wall to create a large clear space in the middle. She came to stop behind a wooden trestle supporting a couple of long inch thick wooden boards laid horizontally. “Watch” she told me then seemed to go into a meditative trance staring at the boards. She can’t be serious. I remembered punching through a single vertically held board on a team-building course. You had to focus on a point behind the board and punch through it not at it. But that was with a single board not two and she was going to try to chop it with the side of her hand. I was really turned on by the sight of that petite slender body in a very short gi top but was worried that she would hurt her hand. “Hai!” the unexpectedly loud shout from my normally quiet wife made me jump as her hand slashed down and pieces of board tumbled into the air before falling to the floor. Although I knew that this was just a trick and that the boards had been pre-cut, my cock grew hard with the illusion of power.

Before I could say anything, she turned to face a couple of boards held vertically by floor standing clamps. Her gi jacket rose as she adopted a fight pose giving me a glimpse of bare buttocks. I found that very erotic and showed that she was expecting me to take her in a hurry. Dressed like that, I certainly would. “Hai!” she made me jump again as her fist drove through the boards, breaking them each in two. My dick lurched. The trick looked so impressive, I could almost believe she’d done that for real. “Hai!” Without pausing, Mariam spun around quickly, her leg moving so fast that it was a blur as she powered it through another couple of boards clamped adjacent to the first. “Oh Mariam!” I moaned. For the first time in our marriage I really wanted her. That kick was so beautifully executed; she must have been practising for weeks.

“Hai!” she screamed louder causing my heart to leap as she crouched before a pile of three bricks raised off the floor by others. In disbelief the side of her hand sliced through the stack like a hot knife through butter. I was absolutely rigid with excitement. “Wow! That was amazing!” I gasped. How had she done that? Before I could ask her, she had stood and was spinning, blasting a back kick towards my groin. “Hai!” she cried. I jumped in fright and found her small foot stopped barely an inch from my nuts. Looking along the length of her slender leg to her compact backside, exposed as her gi jacket had ridden up, I was highly aroused by how sexy she looked. “I see you like your birthday present” she said with a knowing smile looking over her shoulder at her foot pointing towards the bulge in my trousers. It was no use denying it. “You are really turning me on badly, Mariam. Let’s do it here” I said lustfully.

“Don’t you want to see more?” she asked. “You have more boards to break?” I asked. “Well OK. It looks very real. I couldn’t see the cuts in the boards and the bricks! How did you do that”? Mariam lowered her leg and faced me in a fight stance with her legs askance and her hands raised open palmed before her. The tightness to her mouth indicated that she was annoyed. Dressed in that gi top and in that pose, she looked powerful and fierce. I actually felt a touch of nervousness. “You think that was a trick?” she said, her voice tight. “For your information, I found those CDs of stuff you downloaded from the Internet. All those images of sexy women dominating men using martial arts”. The words were like a bolt from the blue. “You’ve been snooping!” I said angry that I’d been caught out. “Invading my privacy!”. WHOOSH she stepped forward, her hands stiffly exchanging position sending a chill down my spine. Why was I suddenly frightened of her? It must be the gi top triggering some emotional response equating it with deadly fighting skills. “You wanted me to learn the computer. That’s what I did” she said. I could tell that she was angry but expected her to back down like she usually did. “I realised that was why you didn’t love me, why you never want to make love to me. I want to be a good wife and make you happy, so when I saw some posters at Uni for martial arts classes, I joined”. I was speechless, is that what she had done? Joined a class and learnt Karate? I couldn’t believe it. “For real?” I asked in stunned disbelief.

That only seemed to make her angrier. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to be independent and more assertive. Come on, let me show you more of your present. Attack me. Let me show you how I can defend myself” she demanded. I was surprised at how assertive she had become. This was incredible! What I always dreamed of. My little wife in a gi top wanting to role-play fighting with me. I went to make a playful grab of her tiny waist. To my surprise, before I could touch her, she grabs my left hand, pulls it against her chest and bends it back. “Hai!” Her palm speeds towards my face, slams against my jaw forcing my chin back hard. “Ow!” that hurt. Mariam glared at me. “What was that? Come on Kamal, attack me properly, not like a fairy” she demanded. “I don’t want to hurt you” I tell her, still shocked that she had actually hit me. “What did you call me?” I said as I realised what she just said. She never dared speak up like this, somehow wearing that gi top made her more confident. “Oh be a man for once in your life” she said. I was shocked. “You can’t speak to me like that” I protested at her sudden insolence. “What are you going to do about it then? Come on. Come and get me and give me a spanking for being a disobedient wife. If you’re man enough that is” she taunted. After years only knowing her being submissive this change was exciting even if she were role-playing.

I decided to join in. “Right you bitch. No wife of mine speaks to me like that and gets away with it” I told her gruffly acting like a thug, puffing myself up and preening. Without warning I lunged at her, making a grab for her head. “Hai!” WHAP! A small fist punched me right on the jaw in a short hard jab that rocks my head. Ow! She hit me! “Hai! Hai!” WHUMP WHUMP without pause, two rapid punches hammer my gut using alternate fists. “Orrr!” I gasp at the unexpected blows, shockingly solid for such a dainty woman. Caught by surprise and winded, I start to bend forward. I see her legs step towards me. “Hai!” THUD! Her small hand chops me at the base of my neck. “Ow!” I cry as it sends me to my knees. “Oh! I’m so sorry. Are you OK?” Mariam asked with concern. “Orr!” I gasped battling the contraction in my gut. “Orr! Fine fine” I gasped unable to hide the fact that she had winded me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. My punches are too strong for you” she said. That raised my hackles, it sounded like an insult to my machismo. “No. You caught me by surprise” I gasped, riding the tightness in my chest as it began to ease. Such a delicate little thing pretending that she knew Karate because she thought that would make me happy; I didn’t want to show that her punches actually hurt.

I looked up along her short slim legs. Wearing that gi top made them seem really hot. “Your abs are weak because you don’t work out. I better not punch you. You better just watch me” she told me. Her words stung. It was like she was implying that I was a wimp who couldn’t handle my little wife. I looked up at her face and saw that she had her hands on her hips, looking down at me condescendingly. “I’m fine, you just took me by surprise that’s all” I said defensively as I got to my feet.

I couldn’t stay mad with her for long as she looked hot. That simple white gi jacket and black belt made her appear really dangerous and powerful. “God you look so hot” I told her, stroking her shoulders. “Why don’t you pretend to kick me? I’d love to see you doing that” I said. “That would really get me going. Then we could go upstairs” “What do you mean pretend!” She said, looking hurt. “I’m a black belt in Karate. I’ve worked hard to earn it and I did it to make you want me” she snapped. I jumped as her hand stole to the front of my trousers and took a good hold of the bulge there. Oh it felt so good as her hand slid slowly along my erection. “And by the feel of this I succeeded” she purred.