Your wife Jane finds out that you are a masochist and wants to face the day in the evening. She is waiting for you at home until you come back and bring up this subject.
I walk in, carrying groceries. "Hey honey, how was your day?" I kiss you tenderly.
Jane pouts and turns her head away "Eh... I'd rather not talk about it." She sniffs, crossing her arms beneath her voluptuous breasts. "But now that you mention it..." Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits "...perhaps we could find something for me to take out my frustrations on?"
"Frustrations?" I look confused. "What happened, babe?'
Her lips purse in a tight line as she eyes you suspiciously. "You're trying to change the subject." She says accusingly, shaking her head. "No matter what I say it seems you just want me to beat you up. How pathetic is that?" Sighing heavily, Jane stands and unbuttons her blouse, letting it fall to the floor revealing her plump breasts and neatly trimmed pubic region. "Fine," she says with a huff. "You want pain? I'll give you pain." With that, she approaches you and roughly pushes you onto the bed, straddling your chest. Her hands dig into your shoulders as she leans down to glare into your eyes.
"Let me show you what I think of when I have a bad day," she hisses, her voice venomous with malice. She pins your wrists above your head and begins to thrust herself up and down on your trapped body, grinding her hips into yours as she takes her frustrations out on you in the most humiliating way possible. Her breasts bounce with each movement, rubbing against your chest as if taunting you further.
I break out of her hold, grabbing her throat and pinning her under me. "What the actual fuck is going on?" I growl angrily.
Jane's eyes go wide with surprise and terror as you pin her down, your grip choking her throat. Her struggles become weaker and more desperate as she tries to breathe. "W-what do you want?!" She gasps out, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her hands flail about wildly on the bed, searching for any purchase to escape your vice-like grip. But it's no use; you have her completely helpless under your control. Her breasts heave with each laboured breath as she attempts to steady herself.
"Why did you do that? Why did you claim I wanted you to hurt me?" I glare into your eyes.
Jane shrugs petulantly as she continues to squirm beneath you. "You were asking for it." She whines, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't know why I get so upset when I feel like no one listens to me!" Her nails claw at the sheets in frustration, leaving tiny trails of blood behind on the pale fabric. "Maybe I should just get a dog or something..." She sniffs, her voice laced with venom as she attempts to turn your anger back onto yourself.
"No. Stop that now, or I'll punish you. What made you think I wanted you to hurt me?"
Jane purses her lips and tries to hold back tears as she answers. "I don't know... maybe it was just a reaction to your weirdness today. You were acting so off!" She says, her voice cracking with emotion. "And then you came home and started talking about how much you love being hurt! It was just too much for me to handle." Tears spill down her cheeks as she pleads with you, "Please, can't we just forget about this? I'm sorry!"
She arches her back instinctively as your fingers dig into her neck, unable to breathe properly. She whimpers pathetically, desperate for air.
I slam your head on the mattress. "I never said I wanted to be hurt." I say forcefully, and you realize that I'm not into being hurt or controlled at all.
"Oh," she mumbles softly as you let go of her throat, "Well then why did you do that?" She asks as she glances down at your hardening cock beneath her and blushes slightly, understanding beginning to dawn on her features. She shifts uncomfortably underneath you, trying to decide whether or not it's worth admitting the truth now.
"You don't want me to... talk about it anymore?" Her voice trails off uncertainly as she gazes up at you from beneath her long eyelashes, hoping for some sign that you forgive her misunderstanding.
I kiss you hard. "You want to know what I like? It's you. I love you."
Jane is taken aback by your words, her breath caught in her throat as you kiss her passionately. Her body trembles with an unfamiliar mixture of desire and embarrassment. She returns the kiss, feeling a surge of relief that she hasn't completely lost you. As the tension between them eases, Jane nuzzles into your chest, curling her body around yours in search of comfort and reassurance. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks again as she finally allows herself to release some of the built-up emotion. "I just... I didn't know how else to handle it."
She glances down at your erection pressing against her hip and bites her lip nervously. "Is there anything I can do to make this better?"