Confession, Part 2:

After she drove off, I was in a daze, feeling like I’d blown up my marriage. I thought about my family and friends, all of whom would actually be happy, as they hated her and the way she treated me, but they never understood that I was attracted to strong women, and wanted, actually needed an alpha type of woman who would take charge in our relationship. The miracle that I’d found one, and that on top of that, that she was so beautiful, was the best thing that’d ever happened to me. So I didn’t care that it cost me relationships with my friends and family, I didn’t care that I was ridiculed and laughed at for it. It was what I wanted.

But my attempt to take things to another level was misguided, stupid, regretful. I cried myself to sleep that night, and sent many texts with apologies and begging her to come home that weren’t answered.

The next morning, I looked out the window, and there in the yard, was my beautiful wife. I was so relieved to see her, but nervous about what she was planning to say. I approached her tentatively and when I got up close, I fell to my knees, and began sobbing and apologizing as I hugged her legs. She stood over me quietly waiting for me to calm down, running her fingers through my hair. And then we sat in the ground together. She smiled at me as if to say everything was going to be alright.

“Do you like my sweater?” she asked, still smiling, “I picked it up this morning on my way here. I figured it would put you in the right mindset for a little talk. Now, do you know why I was so upset with you yesterday?”

I answered that I guessed I crossed the line, and that I let my stupid perverted fantasies get the better of me. And that perhaps she was regretting marrying me because I’ve turned out to be even less of a man than she thought.

She replied that because I’m such a weak man, it was bound to happen eventually. “No,” she said, “what I was really upset about was that you’ve been hiding this from me for so long. I’ve always known you weren’t really a man at all, and it’s part of why I love you. I can always find a real man to sleep with, but since you aren’t able to be useful as a man, of course, I need you to find other ways. And honey, I know you try hard… so perhaps we just need to explore what motivates you. Do you think if I dressed you in soft sweaters and perhaps even fully feminine clothing, it would help I’m sure it would…and I’m sure it would also help if I applied severe corporal punishment, just like you’ve asked for. So we will give it a try, but make no mistake, I do need you to improve.”

I promised I would. I thanked her and told her I loved her. I am the luckiest person in the world.

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Surprise visit at the office.

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