Homeward bound An immodest proposal My wife came into the living room and placed a paper wallet on the coffee table, "Two tickets to Faro, two weeks in Sunny Portugal. We're losing things, parts of our relationship, fun, intimacy. So I want, I want to change things on this holiday, liven up our sex life, are you willing to about it. You will do what I say, when I say it, without complaint.
Once we start, I'm in charge. I'm your Mistress for every minute of the full two weeks, I own you. You have no free will, you make no decisions, you will do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, and only what I tell you. I've done some reading, and I have a plan, you don't need to know what it is, in fact, it's better that you don't know any details, but I promise you, we'll both have a good time, so what do you say?
I'd not seen her glow with emotional fire like that in a long time. My own emotions were mixed, trepidation, a little excitement. I was wondering about what she actually had in mind, but the overriding worry was that we both knew our marriage was in trouble and it needed something, maybe this was it.
I could feel a tightening in my boxer shorts as extra blood flowed into my cock, we had always been fairly straightforward in our sex life, a little kink might not be so bad, my cock certainly seemed to be in favor of it, "Maybe, but I think I want to set a few ground rules.
I'm willing to try the submission thing, but only to you. I guess I'm game for it, let's do it. The preparations for the holiday were extensive, although she took charge of them all, I could feel she was already beginning to exert her dominance.
