It was n't an effort to spice up up our love life ; there were no problem there.. at to the lowest degree, none that I was aware of. The 'games'we started to encounter were just a bit of fun, and a way of exploring our gender, fetishes, like & disfavor. It was all a Pandora 's box though in hindsight ; dark psychical elements forcing their way into the light, playing psychic puppetry with willing accomplice. I guess we 'll lead off from the couch..

It was a Tuesday eventide around 10 ; Aoife was sitting on the sofa programming her workweek ahead while I got something to eat from the kitchen. 'You nearly done ?'i asked, frustrated at how hanker she was taking. 'Why ?'Aoife replied, knowing full-well what was on my mind. 'You 're taking years'. 'Not this shit again John ; how many times ... I 'm working .''It 's 10 at nighttime ; you could n't do that other ?'. 'Boring lav. So very deadening .''It would n't rile me so much if you made it fun for me y'know ?''On about your games again are you.. not going to encounter. hold it up .'

The 'games'she was on about was something quite specific.. something i 'd been trying to start over the past times few 24-hour interval. I wanted to experience the thrill of cuckoldry, but in a very vanilla way. I enjoyed that charge of the threefold sensation of jealousy and rousing, and wanted the woman i love to set off such feelings in me. There was more though ; the inherently slavish factor. I loved it when she dominted me.. those occassions when i willingly submitted to her feminine great power, her womanly control. I never completely relinquished my masculinity.. she 'd lose all deference for me, and I definitely did n't desire that. I wanted ... well, there it is. It was what I wanted. So who was ever actually submitting ? Sure, I wanted early people involved in our secret plan, but they would always be forgetful to the 'game'at hand. There had to be rules.. on-key dear is too precious a thing.

'It would n't injure to try hon.. I mean ...''Oh for hump sake'she interjected, 'come here and kneel down by the slope of the couch .'I was taken aback by this .'I 'll leave it a go. Pass me my phone and kneel down .'She took her phone, and I kneeled down. 'So this game of yours ... You get irritated when i use my phone, hate me being in touch with my friends all the time, loathe when i contact certain people.. yet you want me to do it more than usual, just to deliberately hit you crazy with jealousy. Is that it ? You want me to make you feel in second gear place to everyone else ? Is that it ?'Er, yes, I replied. 'You want to feel cuckolded and dominated, without me even fucking anyone else, yes ? Tell me John ... what the roll in the hay is in it for me so ? If I 'm doing this, I 'm getting my kicks too ; understand ? And I 'll decide what they 'll be. You 'll just have to remember that this was all your melodic theme. I did n't require this. recollect ?'Yes, i replied again. There was a pang of uncertainty now. command is illusory after all. Its a fugacious affair. Not real. If you unleash a force out of nature, someone 's dark side, something uncorrectable ... what can you expect ?

'You ca n't actually see what I 'm doing on my earphone, can you ?'No, I ca n't .'I could be texting anyone right now, could n't I ? somebody you really indirect request I would n't have anything to do with ?'You could hon ; it 's entirely up to you where you make this. 'It 's the boundary of your imagination trick, is n't it ? That I 'd play your picayune secret plan within parameters defined by you. If I was going to induce some fun, it 'd be with someone you know zippo about. Sure why would I entrust even a steer of a clew if I was fucking someone behind your spineless back ? I 'm too cagey for that John. No. You want to listen all the usual names just to get you off do n't you ? Like right now I 'm texting Vincent, or John, or Danny or someone. Fucking useless. You never listen.. all the fourth dimension I told you I 'm not matter to in them .'

My creative thinker was in a spin. I had thought she 'd use the usual public figure ... names she called out while we fucked just to make me cum. But someone else ? What the ass was going on here ? Aoife undid her blouse and, with her left hand still massaging her phone screen, began to stroke between her breasts.

'So what do you think I 'm doing with my sound now John ? Who do you think I 'm texting ?'I do n't have sex love.. who is it ?'I 'm not texting anyone my honey. I 'm in a chat room. It 's a hardcore sex chatroom.. variously inhabited by old, wanker fucks like you, and people like me ; multitude in ascendancy, and who like taking ascendance of old tosser cunts like you. You are an old cunt hon, are n't you ?'Yes love. 'Loving my tight, 27yr old slit ?'Yes love. Shit ... .. she had me fucking mesmerised. What was she texting, and to who ? ! My cock was beginning to yen. Her manoeuvre were brilliant.

'What time is it know ?'It 's 10.45 now hon. 'Bring me my coat .'I stood up. 'Why do you want your coat ?'SUBMIT ! Bring me my fucking coat now .'I did as I was told. 'You 're going out ?'I asked.. seriously confused now.. this wasnt part of my master plan !'I 'm going out. I 'll be back in two time of day. Have some food ready for when i get in .'I will roll in the hay. It was all I could say. And that was how it started .