Submissive wife Stories

She came walking out of the restaurant, instantly noticeable in the crowd: shoulder-length blond hair with the hint of disarray, a pair of black sunglasses hiding her eyes, a business jacket, worn over a pale blouse. It hinted at an impressive set of breasts hidden from their view. Add to that a tight, short skirt over stockings, the kind of stockings with a seam up the back. You just knew she had garters under that skirt...

“Come here,” Anna said. There was no response. “Come here. I am tired of this game,” Anna said in a voice that was equal parts anger and impatience. No response. “NOW!” Anna’s voice grew less patient with each sentence. Becca looked at Anna from across the room. Anna was sitting on the couch in her jeans and flannel shirt. This was how she dressed when she came to work at Becca’s house as a cleaning woman. Anna had asked...

Please - Don’t Make Me Do It.  PART TWO CHAPTER TWO He had said he would be home at 6.30 p.m. At 7.15 he phoned to say he had to work late, could not be home before midnight as he had to drive out of town. He did not say “Happy Anniversary”.There had been no flowers, no card, no romantic dinner, no loving, no attempt to exchange that wondrous touching and stroking and kissing, ever more intimate as their emotions took ove...