Dinner.

Naomi looked at me carefully, her brow furrowed.

‘Did I misunderstand you, darling?’

I shook my head.

She took my hand and gently squeezed it in a reassuring way.

‘You want me to be more dominating, darling, when we play our little games?’ Naomi asked after a moment.

I nodded nervously, almost wavering, ready to deny it but I wanted to be honest, wanted to be open with my wife.

‘Yes,’ I said softly, ‘I do.’

‘Order you around more? Things like that?’

I cleared my throat.

‘Well, a little more than that. I thought you could be a little tougher…you know…’

‘I’m sorry, darling, but I don’t know. When we play, I tie you up a little and then we make love. It’s sweet and, although, I feel a bit of a goose doing it, you seem to like it so that’s all that matters. You’ll have to explain a little more, darling.’

I wondered if I was doing the right thing by raising my submissive desires with my lovely wife but the two whiskeys I had consumed before dinner fortified me and encouraged me to continue. Some people would say that Naomi and I had the perfect life. We were both only children from two very wealthy families and had no need to enter the commercial world. Accordingly, we “worked” at volunteer positions within charitable organisations and treated it as full time employment. The organisations were grateful and it gave both of us a sense of purpose.

Otherwise, we could have fallen into what I call the “Paris Hilton” mode – spoiled, overly rich people who swanned around offering nothing but a magnet for prurient gossip.

We lived in a modest house with no servants and acted like every other happily married suburban couple. I’m sure most people thought we were social workers or something similar.

Our neighbours had no idea of our wealth and we helped many people with the proceeds from our charitable trust.

It was a perfect life; spent our life doing good works in the community, enjoying a full social life and being in love.

We didn’t want for anything except children and we were trying as often as we could to conceive. Life should have been perfect except there was something missing as far as I was concerned.

I trusted Naomi implicitly and told her in a halting fashion of my submissive desires. Of course, I didn’t go into deep detail and her response was loving and charming.

‘How sweet! I’d like to play games as well, Jared, I really would! I’ve never trusted anyone to do so before so I’d love to try some extra naughty things with you.’

She was so sweet and loving. How could I expect her to turn into the dominatrix of my dreams?

It was, I knew an impossible dream.

However, it was a dream that haunted me and I knew that I had to tell her I needed more; otherwise our relationship could go sour!

So, after a couple of whiskeys and a deep breath, I nervously told her.

‘Darling,’ I had haltingly begun, ‘you…you know when we…we make love?’

She smiled at me.

‘Of course I do, silly! Last night we played a very naughty game!’

Very naughty?

Well, Naomi tied me to the bed with pairs of old pantyhose and then kissed and cuddled me until she slipped my cock inside her wet and warm pussy, riding me to a great orgasm.

Yeah, that was very naughty!

In Naomi’s eyes, anyway.

‘Well,’ I said, ‘I was wondering…’

‘Yes?’

‘If…if we could try some thing…else…’

‘More naughty things? How delicious!’ Naomi said excitedly. ‘What did you have in mind?’

‘I…I want you to be more dominating,’ I said softly, ‘to take more control.’

‘Did I misunderstand you, darling? You want me to be more dominating, darling, when we play our little games?’

‘Yes,’ I said softly, ‘I do.’

‘Order you around more? Things like that?’

‘Well, a little more than that. I thought you could be a little tougher…you know…’

‘I’m sorry, darling, but I don’t know. When we play, I tie you up a little and then we make love. It’s sweet and, although, I feel a bit of a goose doing it, you seem to like it so that’s all that matters. You’ll have to explain a little more, darling.’

‘I…I want you to be more commanding, to really dominate me…’

‘Oh.’

Naomi looked away and then turned those big beautiful blue eyes on me.

‘You…you don’t enjoy what I do?’ Naomi asked in a small voice.

‘Yes,’ I said earnestly, buoyed by the whiskey, ‘I do! I live for it,’ I said honestly. ‘I just like to try new things. Don’t you?’

‘Yes, of course darling but…but you still like what I do?’

‘I love it!’

Naomi smiled at last.

‘Good, because I love making love with you, Jared, I really do. I trust you so much.’

I leaned forward and kissed her softly.

‘And I trust you; that’s why we can talk about these things.’

She snuggled next to me happily.

‘So, what would you like me to do, darling?’

I swallowed, took a deep breath and said, ‘I’d…I’d like you to really take charge, to make me submit to you…’

‘But how? You…you don’t want me to…spank you or something…’

‘If you like,’ I said carefully.

‘Hurt you?’

‘Yes…’

‘I…I don’t know if I can do that…’

‘Even…even if I want you to do it?’

‘You want me to hurt you?’

‘Yes! If you want to. You can spank me, make me beg, humiliate me…’

‘Humiliate you? Why would I do that?’

I flushed and looked away.

‘I…I like it,’ I whispered.

Naomi studied me for a long minute.

‘Have you ever done anything like this with anyone else?’ Naomi asked stiffly.

‘No! Never!’ I answered honestly. ‘I couldn’t confide in anyone until…until I fell in love with you!’ Her expression softened and Naomi gently kissed me.

‘I’ll think about it, darling.’

‘That’s all I can ask,’ I said, relieved.

‘Will it matter,’ she asked slowly, ‘if I can’t do these things? Will you…leave me?’

‘Never, darling,’ I replied, holding her close, ‘I love you and could never live without you. If you can’t, that’s all there is to it and we’ll just keep playing as we do now.’

‘And that…that will be enough?’ Naomi asked gently.

‘Yes,’ I said with a false smile, ‘yes, it will.’