Sandy’s Point of View: The Confrontation
Although Don did not know it I have been monitoring his
computer habits for quite some time. A
long time ago I had discovered his password in his top desk drawer while I was
looking for a bill that I had received notice was
past due. Call me nosy if you
want but I just had to see what occupied so much of my husband’s time when he
was on his computer. I knew he did not
need it for work so I figured he was either playing video games or he had some
other interests.
Now, understand, he isn’t a bad husband; he has just
developed the habit of ignoring his wife. Instead of doting on me, he now spent
a good deal of his time with his male friends.
And all too frequently he would come home drunk. So I figured maybe I could find something
that might be used to shake up the status quo. So I began going through the
history on his computer and I was shocked to see that many of the sights he
visited on a regular schedule were sights about female domination. Some of them were just picture sites of
leather-clad females or of nude or semi-nude women. But one theme ran through all of them. The women all wore high-heeled shoes or
boots. Some of the other sites were
about men that had been feminized by their wives. That thought intrigued me. Why would an otherwise macho male want to be
forced to wear women’s undergarments?
And so I started doing some searches of my own, starting
with the keywords, “how to train my husband”.
The first few sites that popped up were all commercial places that
demanded a fee to join. And even the
previews of those web pages were laughable.
Surely no sane person would ever fall for that type of nonsense.
Then I found a few, discussion sites where the main theme
was training your husband by making him wear female garments. Each of these seemed to think that if you
could just get your husband to wear a bra, all his aggression towards you would
disappear. “Well, that sounds easy
enough”, I laughed to myself. I will
just walk right up to Don, hold out a bra, and tell him to put it on. And in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, our marriage will be back on track. How in hell was I supposed to get Don to put
on a bra unless of course I could catch
him doing something so shameful that I could blackmail him into it?
Still other sites urged the neglected wife to take back
control by being more forceful in the bedroom.
They suggested that a wife should begin by getting her husband addicted
to sex with her and then slowly taking it away from him. When he started to complain about the lack of
attention he was getting, she would then start asking him to do small things
for her in return for sexual satisfaction.
This sounded like a good idea but it also sounded like it was something
that should have started on our honeymoon,
not something that would work well after 15 years of marriage. But I did file
the thought away for later consideration.
One thing that I did figure out was that nothing was going
to change unless I changed it. Until I
confronted Don about his bad habits, he would have no reason to do anything
about them.
And so, I looked through my closet to find something at
least remotely looking similar to the outfits these women wore on these
dominant-submissive sites he has been visiting.
I did have one short leather skirt and a pair of matching high-heeled
pumps that might get his attention. Just to add to the image, I took one of his
old leather belts, doubled it over so it appeared to be a tool of
discipline. Then I fired up his
computer, went into his favorites and found one of the picture sites, he seemed
to visit often, struck my most seductive pose and waited for the sound of a
disappointed Don wanting his dinner.
I really did not have a well thought out plan as to what I
was going to do once he came into the
den. I guess it was like a dog chasing a
car. What the hell is he going to do
once he catches it? But I figured I
would just let nature take its
course. When I heard Don yell that he wanted his dinner, I almost broke
out laughing. He was so damned used to
having everything at his beck and call that it was predictable. I called out to him and let him know where I
was and what I was doing. The house went
deadly quiet for a few seconds. I wished
I had a nanny-cam so I could see the expression on his face.
After what seemed like an hour,
he finally slunk into the den. I could
see by the look on his face that he was really apprehensive, but then as he
looked me over I could see something else.
The front of his slacks was making quite a tent. It was obvious that this new me was
intriguing to at least his small head if not his big one. Yes, this was
definitely something that I could build on.
Well, I asked him to explain the websites, like the one on
the computer and he tried to laugh it off.
“Just a little fantasy,” he said.
“They don’t mean anything.
I told him that the tent in his pants said otherwise. Obviously,
they did mean something sexually to him.
I asked him if that is how he wanted me to act. And I slapped the belt a couple of times
against the top of the desk for emphasis.
“Don, is that what you want? Do
you want me to take a whip to your ass?
Would that be pleasurable to you?”
“No, I told you,” he said.
“It is just an amusement. Hell,
what are you doing looking through my computer anyway? Don’t you have any fantasies of your own?”
“Well, of course, I
do,” I thought to myself. But I was
afraid that if I told him I fantasized about being fucked by someone who had a
decent sized cock it might cause him some anxiety. And strangely enough,
none of the websites I had looked through seemed to have an answer to how to increase
your husband’s penis size.
Well, then I made a slight miscalculation. I joked about asking his mother and sister
for help in determining why he visited these types of websites. The joking nature of the conversation took an
ugly turn as he demanded his computer or he would take it from me. I realized that this was the make it or break
it moment. If I backed down, I might just as well throw
in the towel and accept a lazy, drunken husband or divorce him. So when he came at me reaching for the computer
I did the only thing I could think of, I used the belt to whip him hard across
the forearm. It must have hurt or, at least, surprised him because he jumped
back as if a rattlesnake had just struck him.
I followed up with the best threat I could think of, I told him to back
the hell off or he would never have sex with anything other than his hand for
the rest of his like, in fact, the next
time he went to sleep I would cut his cock off.
God, you have no idea how good it felt to see the look on
his face. For once his macho façade was
wiped away and he was a little off balance.
I vowed right then that I would be seeing that look many more times or I
would die trying.
As he backed slowly out of the room, I figured I had either
won the first round of this battle or at the very least I had earned a draw.
But then I heard him on the phone with his friend Frank
making plans to go out for the evening and I began to worry that perhaps I had
carried this just a tad too far. But
there was no way I was going to go running after him at this point. I knew for a fact that he was on his way to
some bar to get stinking drunk and I only hoped he had enough sense not to try
and drive home.
Rather than spending the entire evening sitting and
worrying, I decided to spend some time with my girlfriend Jenny. Now, Jenny is the sexiest woman I know and
although she is not married she does have her pick of men. I wasn’t sure this was the perfect place to
go for marital advice, but I figured she would know quite a lot more about
controlling men than I did and so I picked up the phone and called her. It was a little embarrassing explaining to
her what my problem was but once I got it all out in the open, boy did she have
some ideas.
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