About three years ago I stumbled upon the fact that my wife has a masochistic streak, or masochism, when it comes to her sexuality. And we had been married for almost eight years when we discovered this actual thing.
It was entirely by chance that I came across a box of miscellaneous clothing at home that my wife had hidden away, all of them with a woman’s masochistic content, and interspersed with fantasies written by my wife of her serving me as my servant and depicting me being intimate with other women while punishing her for forbidding her to make love to me.
My first reaction at the time was one of disgust; but I did not speak to her; and then I calmed down a little and thought the matter over. What disgusted me most was that I had loved her and lived with her for so many years without realizing that she was such a person; I thought I knew all about her. And I was angry that she had portrayed my infidelity in her writing; frankly I am a jealous man, and I could not bear to know that she was with another man; and she fancied that I was intimate with another woman, and how could she have fancied that I was intimate with another woman if she had loved me?
But thinking about it made me feel better, after all, in her fantasy she loved me and still wanted me to be happy no matter how weird it was. I didn’t say anything or let her know for a couple of weeks, and I thought I’d just let her sneak around and keep her fantasies alive. But I couldn’t get over it with peace of mind, I was afraid that her weird fantasies would grow beyond my control, after all, I no longer had complete knowledge of my wife. Then, almost unconsciously, one night I told her I had a headache and asked her to do the dishes and clean the kitchen and put he apron on, and I said I would often ask her to do more work in the future.
And I have started to imagine what kind of women I would sleep with if I had the chance. My wife and I make more intentional comments about good looking women when we’re out.
Eventually I told her about it a couple of weeks later, and this time it was her turn to feel uneasy. I reassured her that I didn’t care about her “hobby”, and I voiced my unease and asked her if she wanted to continue to fantasize about it, or if she wanted to somehow live out the fantasy in real life.
We decided to try to be realistic, and at first she just did more chores and had to wear an apron while working (later on she only wore an apron while working:
And she started doing things like washing my hair and giving me massages. In bed she gradually became the initiator, and our rules were that she wasn’t allowed to orgasm during sex, and that only on weekends she could use her hands on her own for the week’s venting. These rules were my idea and she didn’t care.
We find these things satisfying for both of us; I’d certainly like her to do more chores, and what woman wouldn’t want to be able to relax in the evening and watch TV while her man massages her?
And we found that the more she initiated in bed, the more I demanded my own fulfillment and pleasure, and the more I ignored her normal fulfillment, the more fulfilled and happy we both became. I also found that the less I allowed her to be satisfied, the more she did her best to fulfill my personal needs.
Then our hobbies evolved, we kept trying new things, and we made it a principle that we did what we did to please both.
An important change for us was that at home she dressed more like a servant, which at first I didn’t quite get used to, but then I grew accustomed to it and was happy to have a real servant.
Another change was that I started having other girlfriends. This phase came step by step, at first I was just more flirtatious and flirtatious with other women, then I realized I had someone I was attracted to, and at the same time my wife was completely insightful and supportive of the development of our relationship. Now I’ve got two other girlfriends who I date on a regular basis. They are both younger than me, one is in her twenties and the other is a coworker at my company. With the other women I’m still a jealous type of man and don’t allow them to have sex with other men.
As for being with my wife, we hardly have sex anymore. He still can only settle with his hands every Saturday. I don’t allow her to hold my body and only allow her mouth to satisfy me, lick my feet or sometimes lick me clean after I go to the bathroom.
Many of our readers may think that we have gone a little too far, because loyalty to one’s spouse is fundamental in marriage, and I don’t know why we do it, but it has become a reality. Not only is it a reality, but the process of my wife and I getting ready before my appointments is our “intimate” time. She helped me shower and dress up, and we were excited and intimate in the process. She plans my evening with the slut with me, and when I get home we talk about it even more as she waits for me to undress and make my bed. She always loves to hear the intimate details of my evening and I enjoy sharing them with him.
I have yet to bring my lover home to be intimate with another woman in front of my wife, it will take time and it’s not safe because we haven’t made this secret public yet. I am happy to write it down on the internet now; because I have been hoping that someone would listen to me, thanks!