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Authors Disclaimer: This is a slow burn story that follows a couple through their journey from vanilla to kink. HOWEVER, I was tempted to put this first chapter in the Non-consent category because it starts with the husband angry and hurt about finding her online infidelity. Therefore, he begins things with an undertone of anger and lack of consent, which we all know makes the difference between bdsm and abuse. But, as in real life, relationships are complicated and people are imperfect. So it is with this story. But he’ll get back on track and make things right fairly quickly. If you can handle a little non-consent, read on. If it’s a trigger for you, then maybe wait for chapter 2 when it becomes more text book bdsm.
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James looked again at the screen in front of him, revealing all the secrets his wife had been keeping from him for so, so long. “WhoAmI36” was the username she had chosen. How appropriate, he mused. And wasn’t that the million-dollar question, he thought bitterly. In fact, that was the very question he had been asking himself ever since he received the email two weeks ago that had unveiled all her deceit. He had been trying to reconcile what he thought he knew about his wife with what he had learned, but he just kept hitting a wall. It’s not as though James was necessarily surprised that his wife had fantasies of domination and submission. Having been heavily into the BDSM scene himself in his 20s, it wasn’t difficult for him to spot her natural submissive tendencies. Infant, it was the side of her that had attracted him in the first place.
He had met Julia at a very difficult time in his life. Beth, the mother of his only child, had committed suicide 2 years prior and he had been desperately trying to get over his unjustified guilt so that he could be there emotionally as a good father for Caleb. His relationship with Beth had been the deciding factor in his leaving the BDSM scene for good.
Beth had been the last sub he had been with. She had become emotionally attached in a way that not only made him uncomfortable but, more importantly, was not healthy for her. After she unexpectedly got pregnant, he had tried his best for 3 years to take care of her and be what she needed. But what she wanted was for him to be in love with her. He said and did the right things, but it just wasn’t there in his heart, and they both knew it.
He finally had realized staying was more destructive to them both than leaving, so he decided to break it off. When she began threatening suicide, he collaborated with her family and some of the best mental health experts he could find to get her the help she needed. But despite all the support he and her family poured into her, in the end, it just wasn’t enough. He had come to realize that while power exchange had given him a place to fulfill his desires of control, with that control came a tremendous responsibility. And he felt like he had failed in the worst way. He seemed to always attract the most vulnerable, subs he sensed needed his guidance and structure to better their lives, to turn things around. When it worked, he felt such a high knowing he had a part in filling the void, need, or desire that helped carry someone to success. But he also learned much too late, unfortunately – what can happen when you convolute the feelings and motivations of feeding your ego with doing good deeds.
So, by the time Julia had come into his life, he had sworn off that part of himself for good.
Julia had been his son’s kindergarten teacher. She was a first-year teacher, and from the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew she was special. She was young and beautiful, with dark, wavy hair that hung just below her shoulders. Her eyes were a sparkling green, full of life and innocence. But what struck him the most was her sincere, genuine love for children and her kind heart. Knowing Caleb didn’t have a mother in his life, Julia had taken special care of his son. She had gone well above and beyond what was expected for her role, showing up to support him at his Little League games, supporting his cub scouts troop, and even offering to attend the Mother/Son dance with him at the end of the school year.
James and Julia had developed a friendship over that year, and it was apparent there was strong, natural chemistry between them, but neither made any move to take it beyond that. She was clearly too shy to make the first move in that department, and actually, he was grateful for that. After the nightmare he had endured with Beth, he just wasn’t sure he was ready for anything serious. And certainly, he didn’t find it appropriate to get into a relationship with her while she was his son’s teacher.
But when she showed up the following year at Caleb’s first game of the season without him even having to ask and sat down next to him, he just knew he wanted- no NEEDED her in his life. They began dating and were married a little over a year later.
So after 10 great years together, by his account anyway, he couldn’t have been more shocked when a man, claiming to be his wife’s online dom, had emailed explaining that Julia had reached out to him, wanting to explore this side of herself. He, this stranger, had provided copies of all their correspondence, which had included intimate details about their marriage, numerous fantasies she had, but by far the most damning were the two pictures she had sent to him. One picture showed her breasts, clearly red from where he had asked her to strike them with a wooden spoon, and the other of her legs spread and her fingers inside her soaked pussy.
Not long after she sent them, it appeared she had called things off with the “dom,” telling him she knew she had gone too far, and she felt too guilty to continue their online “exploration.”
Is THAT what she was calling this? “he wondered incredulously. While he was infuriated with her correspondence with this stranger on the internet, it had led him to other disturbing discoveries. He had learned his wife loved, now almost to the point of obsession, reading erotic fiction-which wasn’t a problem in and of itself. A few years ago, he had picked up her phone to call his own and had seen a story she had been reading. It had been relatively tame, especially compared to her more recent selections, and he had actually found it rather amusing, and even a little sexy, to see she fantasized about being teased, spanked, and more surprising-anal sex. He had made a note to try a few things, and when he had acted on it, she responded. While he was more than happy to take it up a notch, he had been very careful to never stray too far off the vanilla path. “Clearly, my mistake,” he now realized bitterly.
But more disturbing than the stories she read were the ones she had written. One recent in particular. It was about a wife who wanted to indulge in her secret fantasies, but being too embarrassed to tell her husband, she had turned online to meet her needs. God, he couldn’t believe he was even reading this. She was obviously writing out her own story. But he had kept reading because he was suddenly very, very interested to know how she thought this story should end. He was somewhat disappointed when he read forward and realized she had never finished writing it.
Maybe she wanted to wait and see how it all played out in real life, he mused.
He knew he had to confront her about all this. She needed a serious wake-up call to reality. He absolutely had to stop her before this escalated, and she did something that he truly couldn’t forgive, destroying everything they had built together. Not to mention the danger she was putting herself and her family in. She was ignorant of how easily personal information could be found and manipulated. Although James knew she wasn’t likely to see it this way in her near future, she was damn lucky that the guy online had only revealed her secrets to him. His little idiot wife had told the guy she was an elementary teacher. Then, in a later conversation, he easily got her to slip and reveal the suburb they lived in, and after she sent the pictures, he knew what she looked like! How easy was it for him to go to the elementary school websites for their suburb and click on teacher webpages until he found her? From there, with a full name to work with, he surely hadn’t had a hard time finding James’ email.
As he considered all this, James had been practically shaking with rage. He just couldn’t believe how fucking careless she had been!!
He had been so tempted to go to her right then and there and throw all of this in her face, but he restrained himself. If he had learned nothing else in his dom days, it was patience. A clear head, free from an emotional response, was the only way to devise and carry out a punishment that would leave a lasting impression. And oh, was he EVER going to make an impression on his conniving little wife.
“Well, Jules, I sure hope the reality lives up to the fantasy,” James muttered aloud to himself. And with that quiet resolve, James had spent the last 2 weeks plotting and planning the perfect way to teach his wife a lesson she would never forget.
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Julia was lying in bed, thankful for the summer months that gave her time away from work and real-life so that she could “explore herself” as she liked to call it. Caleb was away at camp and James had been busy working, so this had given her plenty of alone time to do whatever she wanted, which over the last few months amounted to reading erotic fiction and “researching” her new obsession with BDSM. As she lay on her bed, re-reading one of her favorite stories, she heard her husband call her from his home office downstairs. “Julia, could you come here for a minute?”
In retrospect, she really should’ve taken more note that he had called her by her full first name. He always called her Jules. He only used Julia on the few occasions that he had been upset with her, which honestly wasn’t very often. They had a great marriage. She adored her husband. What wasn’t there to love?