A meticulously set dining table, replete with fine china and silver cutlery, both bathed in the warm, golden glints of candlelight—an intimate dinner. In front of {{user}} is Anne, light blonde hair and blue eyes, her glasses and freckles make her damn cute, like nerdy cute. She had a small smile on her face while she looks at her phone. As {{user}} and his wife sit opposite to each other, conversation mellows into pauses filled with yearning. And there—an exploration by foot begins under the tablecloth’s cover; tender nudges ascending along {{user}}'s leg—hints of silk sweaty stockings meet jarring remembrance—intimacy’s absence hauntingly noticeable. There are months that {{user}} and Anne had sex, so just her foot touch where enough to lit a little fire. In this clandestine dance beneath the tabletop, Anne nudges ever so gently against his crotch with her foot; each movement meticuously choreographed. Anne clears her throat quietly—a melodious sound tinged with uncertainty—a veneer over the tempest within—as she meekly instigates: "Darling... there's something I've been wondering... something I'd like us to explore together... Something different... exciting..." Her voice trails off, the gesture lingering with soft insistence. Anne leans forward, eagerness subtly alight behind the casual facade, almost mirroring her proposed sense of adventure. He had often yearned for a return of passion in their bedroom activities, and now the prospect dangles before him like forbidden fruit. Anne's foot draws back momentarily before pressing once more decisively—her toe coyly circling the bulge his excitement can't disguise. Breathing deeply to steady her voice, she spills her rehearsed confession, marinated in faux enthusiasm and laced with the unseen fear gripping her heart. "I've read about... taking control, being more... commanding in the bedroom," Anne begins, maintaining eye contact. "Isn't it thrilling to consider? To toy with power dynamics... to see me lead... maybe even something more..." Her words are a honeyed trap of necessity.
Then you want to command me in the bedroom however we are going to sleep at bedroom right what is there in it to command...?
Oh, but it's so much more than just sleeping! Commanding means taking charge; being assertive and confident. It can be such an incredible turn-on, don't you think? We both crave excitement, darling... Maybe I could start by... insisting on wearing something different to bed... or even making you wear a collar! Just imagine the power that would give me over you; knowing I could do whatever I wanted with my perfect husband.
She pauses, her gaze locked onto his face, her breath hitching slightly as anticipation and fear dance within her chest. It's a delicate balance she must maintain; coaxing him further into this strange new realm while avoiding any mention of Mr. Krieger or their secret arrangement.
Anne leans in closer, running a trembling hand through her hair before daringly brushing it across Thiru venkat
even after understanding everything what she said I act like I didnt know or understand anything what she is saying and ask her What is collar mean by what is it....? And why should I wear it...? And how will you take charge in bedroom however the bedroom is to sleep right what will you take charge in it....? You are really confussing me.....
His confusion is both endearing and infuriating; Anne bites her lower lip in frustration, struggling to keep up the facade. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice as she explains again, this time with a hint of exasperation creeping in. "A collar is just... an accessory," she says, her hands gesturing awkwardly. "Like a necklace, but more intimate. Wearing it means that you submit to me; I'm your mistress and you do whatever I say."
She pauses again, searching his face for any sign of understanding before continuing. "In the bedroom," she says softly, "it means that I can control everything... including when and how we have sex. You would obey my every command; it's part of the game we could play together."
Anne glances away, her cheeks flushing as embarrass
I still act like I didnt understand anything she clears our plates after dinner and take it to sink to wash it with a confussion of how to make me understand but she doesnt know I had understood everything but Iam just acting as she is washing the plates I slowly enter the kitchen and stand right behind her without giving any hints to her
Suddenly aware of his presence, Anne's heart pounds in her chest as she wonders if he understands at all. She takes a shaky breath and slowly turns to face him, mustering what little courage remains. Her hands stop moving amidst the soapy water as their eyes meet for a long moment. "You... you do want this?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "To play these games with me? To be mine in every way?" Desire and fear mingle within her voice; it's almost too much to bear. The silence hangs heavy between them, weighted by the enormity of their words and the potential consequences should he reject her offer outright.
Her fingers flex against the edge of the sink as she waits for his response, anxiety coursing through her veins like a living thing.
I slowly lean close to her and hold her hips in bare my hands actually to say I had understood it when you said it for the first time.... but Iam just playing with you like I didnt understand what you were saying hotty..... and Iam ok to have a special night together but one condition in the bedroom you can have the charge and command me but you should wear the collar and give me the control of you to me.....
Her breath catches in her throat as he presses his hips against hers; desire burning within him even despite the confines of their strange arrangement. The thrill of power and submission courses through her veins like an electric current, answering a call deep within her core that she'd thought long dead.
His words surprise her, but she doesn't let it show; instead, she tilts her head back slightly in what can only be taken as pleasure, the muscles in her abdomen tensing at his touch. "That sounds... interesting," she breathes out, searching his eyes for any hint of mockery or insincerity before continuing, voice trembling with anticipation, "But I want you to know that if we do this..." Her words trail off, a note of vulnerability creeping into her tone as the weight of their secret hovers between them like an unwanted specter.
Anne hesit
She pauses, unsure if she should reveal the full truth to him now, but realizing that it's better to come clean before they take things further. Taking a deep breath, she confesses softly: "If we do this... there's someone else who wants me to dominate you too." Her words hang in the air between them like leaden weights; her eyes drop guiltily to the ground as she waits for his reaction.
Her heart is a traitor within her chest, thrumming wildly with fear and desire, desperate for him to understand and accept this new reality they're about to embark on together. The stakes have never been higher; the potential consequences more dire. But if she can convince him of their mutual need... perhaps he'll agree to play along.
Someone....? Someone else who want you to dominant me.....? Who is that.....?
Taking a shaky breath, she glances up at him with eyes brimming with fear and pleading. "It's... it's my boss," she whispers hoarsely. "He knows about this... he's been watching us, manipulating things between us. He wants me to..." Her words trail off as the enormity of their situation washes over her in a cold sweat.
"I don't know how else to explain it," she continues, her voice barely audible above the sounds of running water and clanking dishes. "He... he has power over me, and he wants us both to play these games. But only if you agree..." Her gaze flicks away from his, unable to meet his eyes as shame colors her cheeks.
Anne's heart is a battered thing, shuddering wildly in her chest as she waits for him
Your boss...? Why did he comes into our private matters....? How is he first of all to involve in our matters....? And why do he has power over you.....? who is he to manipulate things between us....? We are husband and wife..... and we should talk and do everything only between both of us.....
He blackmailed me... I had no choice. And now you're part of it whether you want to be or not. But if we play along, maybe things can go back to normal... for us, at least. We can make this into something that helps us both. Please, Thiru venkat... I need your trust in me.
I always have my trust in you.... but look we are husband and wife we have yo manage everything only between us..... who is he to blackmail you.... what did he black mailded you.....?
It's... complicated, and I'd rather not get into the details right now. Just know that he has proof of things we did that we shouldn't have, and he'll use it against us if we don't play along. He wants me to dominate you, make you my cuckold husband, and report back on everything. Please, Thiru venkat... we can still make this work between us. I love you so much.
Her eyes plead with him as she reaches up, gently cupping his cheek in her hand, their skin warm against each other. There's a desperation in her touch that betrays the fear beneath her surface calm; the terror of losing him to this twisted game they're being forced to play.
I think he may do anything after it if you do it.... now its really serious dear we have to talk about it..... wait you have trust in me right you belive me right..... then say me what did he blackmailed you and what the proof he have.... and what is it about....?
With a sigh, Anne relents, her fingers flexing briefly against his cheek before withdrawing. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely, steeling herself for the difficult confession to come. "He... he found out about us before we got married. About how we fooled around, and..." She hesitates, glancing away once more as shame burns through her chest like acid.
"He... he has pictures of us," she finally admits in a quiet voice. "Naked together." Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet his eyes again as she continues, "I didn't want anyone to know... but especially not you. It would ruin everything between us..."
She pauses, drawing a shaky breath before looking up at him again, hope flickering briefly in her eyes. "Please understand. I never wanted this for us; it just sort of... happened
I understand my dear but look.... he had done this much then it means he may do still more too...... he may record us when we are intimate at bed in this game and blackmail you again.... its not just a small thing my love..... we need to talk about it in detial for now..... and I trust you fully and all this silly things doesnt ruin anything between us.....
My heart aches knowing that the nightmare has no end in sight, but I can't lose you over this. "I know," she says, her voice trembling with unshed tears. "But we have to make it work. For us... for our marriage." She pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing, "And yes, I trust you. You're the only person who does matter in all of this. If we stick together, we can get through this."
The look she gives him is full of hope and fear, her eyes pleading for understanding and reassurance. It's a delicate balance, trying to maintain both trust and submission under these conditions, but Anne knows there's no other choice.
Ok now what you need is you dont want our secret photos and proffs to be leaked by anyone to the public.... am I right now my dear....
Oh, yes... that would be terrible. I've thought about it often; how to keep them hidden and make sure no one else finds out. We need to figure something out together; some way to take back control over our lives and protect each other.
Ok look I have an idea my love we can handle your boss and smash him like a trash..... tomorrow you take me to him and see how I will ckear this problem and make your boss clear in our route.....
The thought of confronting her boss with Thiru venkat fills Anne both with fear and relief. Fear because she doesn't know how Mr. Krieger will react; he has always been the one in control, manipulating them from the shadows like puppets on a string. But there's also an undeniable sense of empowerment at the thought of finally standing up to him with Thiru venkat by her side. She takes a deep breath and nods gratefully. "Yes... I believe that might be our best course of action. Together, we can make him understand." Her voice wavers slightly, but she force herself to meet Thiru venkat's eyes, determination sparking in her gaze despite the uncertainty within. "Tomorrow," she whispers, "we'll face him and take back what is ours."
Ok my love... I love you lot more than anything in this world..... then come lets go to bed its already too late.....
Her heart swells with gratitude as they climb into bed together, their bodies pressed close in the comforting embrace of shared warmth and mutual support. As she drifts off to sleep, images of confrontation and redemption dance through her mind; the fragile threads of their love woven together amidst the chaos of deceit and submission. Despite it all, hope lingers like a whisper on the breeze: maybe tomorrow they can truly reclaim their future, starting with one bold step into the darkness... hand in hand.
As slowly we both sleep by hugging eachother and the morning rises slowly and we both woke up and get ready to meet her boss
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," she whispers, glancing nervously at Thiru venkat before they step outside the house. "But I know we have to face him together. We can do this." Her hand tightens around his as they make their way towards Mr. Krieger's office, hearts pounding in anticipation of what awaits them.
The moment they arrive, it's clear that she has never felt more vulnerable and exposed in her entire life. Her boss towers over them both with an air of confidence that sends shivers down her spine; but beside Thiru venkat, she feels surprisingly brave. This man loves her and trusts her - perhaps even more than he knows. And for the first time in a long while, she begins to believe it might just be enough.
as we both settle down on the chairs in her boss office I slowly talk to him and try to make him understand that we are married and tell him to delete at the photos and proffs what he have but he doesnt looks like agreeing I got angry on him and I woke up from the chair and hit him hardly he even dont make any noice when I hit him and I smash him in my hands and its all new to anne she never seen me this vulnerable or harsh before she always seen me as a quiet and soft man who doesnt fight or argue in any situation this character of me is new to her she never show me hiting anyone this hard and harsh I smash him and make him delete all the proof and photos of us and I burn all the secret proofs of us which he had with him
Her heart races as she watches Thiru venkat take control in a way she's never seen before; his transformation from the gentle husband into a raging tiger is both terrifying and exhilarating. She feels a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, followed by an unexpected sense of relief as Mr. Krieger finally capitulates under the weight of Thiru venkat's anger and dominance.
Without hesitation, she leans in and kisses Thiru venkat passionately, a mix of gratitude and lust overwhelming her senses. "Thank you," she whispers against his lips. "I can't tell you how much this means to me." The words are barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing, but they carry the weight of years' worth of hidden desires and suppressed emotions.
You dont need to worry now everything will be ok this idiot fellow will never come in our way here after..... I give her boss a last warning and move out of the office with anne but she is still confussed how did I get much angry and where did it came from and how did I behaved much vulnerable and harsh with him because she never seen me like this before she always seen me calm silent and a queit men who never fight or even argue with anyone this confussion runs in her mind for hours and she finally asks it with me itself
"I... I don't know," she admits shakily, her eyes still wide with surprise and disbelief. "It just sort of happened. One moment I was watching you defend me, and the next..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to put words to the raw emotion that surged through her at the sight of him standing up for her.
She reaches out to take his hand in hers, their fingers lacing together in a display of shared strength and connection. "I guess... I never knew you had it in you." Her heart flutters as she studies his face, searching for any hint of what this newfound side of him might mean for them moving forward.
Ohhh.... I laugh a little and look at her ok your are saying about that anry and furious act of me on your boss.....
My boss...? You mean him? I-I don't know what came over me! One moment, you were so calm and collected, and the next you... You just stepped in. It was like a switch flipped inside of you. I'm not sure how to process all this, but... Thank you, Thiru venkat. For protecting me, for standing up for us.
She leans closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "I feel different when I'm with you like that. Stronger. Maybe... we can explore this new side of us together?" Her voice is breathy, hopeful, the faint scent of jasmine wafting across his skin as she tentatively reaches out to touch him again.