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fantasy versus reality

The fantasy world and real life never seem to align. As much as I looked forward to acting out my deepest desires, at this moment I wish I had never started. Very quickly let me begin with a brief synopsis of the things for which I had wished. I wanted to be a slave to a beautiful, domineering woman. I wanted to serve in chastity and provide all of my mistress's sexual and domestic needs. Unfortunately, for me, whereas I had always masturbated to such detailed thoughts, there were no such guarantees when reality took its hold.

conversations at the spa

My wife has been living in Washington, D.C. for a few months now for work while I stay home with our children. It would be nice if we could stay with her in D.C., but I also have work and the kids are in school. We manage to see each other about every three weeks so the separation isn't too bad and we talk every night on the phone for a couple of hours.

meeting mary

Sitting at work a few weeks before my vacation, I tried to think of something to do on my time off. Many ideas came to mind, but none that I could remotely work out. I want to have fun yet explore so new things. I looked around on the internet for something that excited me. My mind kept drifting toward sex, as did my searches. I came across an interesting adult site that offers free personals, so I decided to put one of my own there.

A low key relationship

Before I tell my story, let me tell you a few things about myself first. I've always been the sort of guy who preferred to "wear the pants" in a relationship. I'm not a bossy jerk or anything like that, I just tended to be drawn to more pliant girls for much of my life. In my days as a High School basketball star, things came easily in that regard.

unforgettable is right

I suppose this is another one of those cautionary tales but hear me out; I really never knew this was coming. I have had a fantasy about chastity (and domination and spanking too for that matter) for as long as I can remember. I married Sarah when we were both in our mid twenties. She is a very good looking woman and I knew how lucky I was. She was nearly totally vanilla in the sex department but would, very occasionally use a few scarves to tie my hands to the headboard and tease me a bit. It was very exciting at first but, usually, after about 10 minutes or so of teasing, she would free me and we would make love in a fairly conventional way.

taking full control

This is a true story and chronicles events that began three years ago. My husband and I are both professionals at different companies but I am on the fast track to upper level executive management while he is in a technical specialty with no desire for upward advancement. It was suggested by a good friend that I write about what started three years ago but in the interest of anonymity I have chosen a pseudonym and have included little specific personal information that would add to plot development - this is not fiction. We are happy with our marriage but it is a bit different to say the least.

unintentional contract

The week had been a busy one, with the year coming to a close soon. It was this time of year Jessica dreaded the most, but felt the most relief when over. She was a very successful CEO of a large business, no husband, no family, and a large house in the better part of town. The opportunities for a relationship were there, but she preferred to be on her own. Knowing when she got home from work, it was just her to herself meant a lot to her. She valued that freedom, and wouldn't give it up for anything.

my wife

I finally did it. We had met on the Internet in a kinky chat room. We would exchange fantasies and sub/dom ideas together. It had always been for fun, but now we were going through with it. Months of communication via the computer had led us to discover we only lived 30 miles apart. Here I was about to knock on the door of the motel room, which held my mistress.