I want to tell you about the special relationship I have with my wife, Christine. For about a year now, she has been not just my wife, but my mistress as well, and I have been her eager and devoted slave. It started out as sort of a game. We had read letters about female domination in Variations and joked a little bit about how they aroused us. Still, I had no idea what I was setting in motion when, for her birthday, I gave her a certificate promising “one full evening of submission to her will.”

We didn’t go very far that first night — I don’t think either of us was quite certain what to do — but something happened even so, as soon as my wife claimed her privileges and commanded me to go down on her. I knelt before her and licked her pussy, and after just a few moments I realized that my prick was harder than it had ever been and that my heart was surging with adoration.

I didn’t know how to tell her about it, or even what to make of it myself, but suddenly I wanted her to become a harsh and demanding mistress, if only so that I could prove to her how totally willing I was to be her slave. I licked her as well as I could and obeyed her every command instantly, all through the evening, which ended with an incredible fuck. But on that first evening, she never really took charge or tested the limits of my submission.

Neither of us mentioned my evening of slavery during the next few days, and I was afraid at first that she hadn’t really liked dominating me and that we’d never try it again. I was embarrassed to bring the subject up myself without knowing how she felt, but I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she had liked her birthday present. I was thrilled to hear the excitement in her voice when she told me that she had loved it. But she wasn’t sure how far I had intended things to go, or whether I was ready for some of the things that had come into her head as she began to warm to the idea of being a mistress.

I looked Christine in the eye and said, “A slave is ready for anything his mistress commands, and all I wanted that night was to be the best slave you could imagine.” After a few seconds of silence, I looked down and said, almost under my breath, “It’s all I want right now, too.”

And then, after a few more seconds, during which I could feel my heart beating wildly, my wife spoke out, calmly and commandingly. “Take off your clothes, slave, and get ready to serve me.” I tore off my clothes, freeing my hard and dripping cock, and fell to my knees a slave.

Even after that night, it was some time before we fully assumed our present roles. Our mistress-and-slave arrangement progressed in stages. Gradually it went from being a game to being a way of life, with me taking every opportunity to show my mis-tress what pleasure it gave me to be her slave. Today she is a very confident and exacting mistress, although she very rarely exercises her full power over me by demanding anything out of the ordinary. She knows that I will obey her instantly and eagerly and feels no need to request anything other than what gives her pleasure.

Most evenings, when we come home from work, she prefers the conversation of an equal, and we are an ordinary husband and wife as we prepare and eat dinner. Then at some point, usually just after dinner, she’ll give me a look I recognize instantly, and I kneel before her to await her pleasure. This may consist of being licked and stroked gently for several hours while she reads or watches TV and gestures occasionally to signal that she wants me to shift my attentions to some other part of her body. Or perhaps she will have me stand up so she can play with my cock.

My mistress loves cock, and she particularly loves to rub her thumb over the head of my cock when it is slick with arousal and to watch me vibrating with excitement as I struggle not to come without permission.

The evening usually ends with a hot bath and a last session of worshipful attention to her body. This is my favorite part of the evening, since I am finally permitted to lick her pussy for a good long time, usually until she has come two or three times. Luckily for me, Christine likes to finish off most nights with a cock in her pussy. And then, finally, if I have pleased her — and I usually do — she nods her permission for me to come too, and I shoot deep into her the load of come that has been building in my balls through the long and exciting evening. Sometimes she has me lick her pussy a little more and she falls asleep with me nestled between her legs, licking her clean and gently sucking on her pussy lips.

If she has had a bad day at work, there is no waiting through dinner for my slavery to begin, and a few times I’ve even been called at work in the middle of the afternoon. Suddenly I hear my mistress say, “I’ll be home in thirty minutes, and there had better be a naked slave waiting for me.” I make my excuses at work and get home, drawing a hot bath for my mistress while savoring the thought that soon I will once again be worshiping the woman I love.