Visitor for Playtime Pt. 03

As my sweet, wonderful Nancy left the room, Richard enquired as to how had my husband had become so submissive. Being an extremely private person, I simply smiled and said, “maybe someday I will explain.” I knew I would never share the real story with Richard he was just someone to use for our enjoyment, nothing more nothing less. To ensure the conversation ended, I barked “less talking and more fucking, get over here.”

As Richard entered me and began to slowly fuck me, I couldn’t help but think of my beautiful man, my ‘Nancy’. I had begun the process of transforming him into Nancy full time. Deep down I know this makes sense to him. Yes, he is submissive and would never challenge me, but there has been no resistance to anything ‘Nancy’. I have a plan and it’s developing nicely.

Shortly after I reached my final orgasm and knowing Richard was close, I had him pull out and jack himself off onto my stomach, slowly moving my ab muscles I directed his beautiful liquid until most of it pooled into my belly button. I laid there completely satisfied and admittedly a little sore, watching Richard get dressed, I continued to ponder his question, “How did your husband become so submissive that he would allow today’s events to happen?” I had this overwhelming feeling that although I would never tell Richard, at that moment I knew I wanted to tell someone.

After Richard had exited the room, I slowly reached over to my bedside table and took a large straw from the drawer, then called for Nancy who rushed into the room and saw me lying on the bed in quite a mess, “I have a treat for you Nancy”, as I handed him the straw.

Two days later I decided it was time to talk to someone about my relationship with my husband Nancy. We had always agreed to keep our Dominant/Submissive relationship private but that was over 10 years ago, so much has transpired since that very special night when it all began. But who? Who do I trust? Who would understand? Not any of our close friends or family, I would never expose my sweet Nancy.

After much contemplation, I decided to test the waters with a colleague of mine, Elaina. She was very open minded, and we seemed to share many of the same views about things. We had never really talked about our sex lives but over the year or so since we had met, there had been jokes or comments that made me feel confident she my understand.

I stopped by her office just after lunch, “Hey Elaina, do you have time to grab a drink later?”

Elaina smiled and said, “That sounds perfect”. Before I could say anything, she added, “Oh wait, I need to be home right after.”

“Another time” I replied. I had to admit I was quite disappointed.

Before I got back to my office, I got a text from Elaina, “why don’t you come by my place later, why waste a good Friday night” Bing. The next text was her address.

Although we were office friends we had not really done much socially, and I had never been to her home or she to mine. Leaving the office, I punched her address into the Nav and started to drive. Fortunately, the drive was not too far and turned out to be quite close to our home. I was greeted at the door by her husband John, “Hi, my name is John, you must be Leslie, come in.”

“Elaina is out by the pool, it’s nice to finally meet you, she mentions you quite often.” Following John through the house I replied, “Nice to meet you as well, you have a lovely home, have you been here long?”

“Thank you, we’ve been here 5 or 6 years now.” I answered.

As we walked through the living room I could see Elaina out by the pool, John motioned for me to go ahead and I continued out to the patio, John followed behind. Elaina got up from her chair and we had a friendly embrace. A hug, I thought this is new, clearly, we we’re more than ‘office friends’ now.

We exchanged pleasantries and we both sat down. Elaina then turned to John, and simply said “John” as she motioned to with carafe of wine on a nearby table. John poured us both a glass of wine and then he asked, “can I get anything else for you ladies before I head in?”

Elaina thought for a second and then said, “Baby, I think that’s all for now, can I call you if we need something.” At that point, I started to get nervous about the reason I was there, to finally talk to someone about the Dom/sub relationship that I reluctantly entered but now embrace on a 24/7 basis.

We chatted about recent travel and of course gossiped about our co-workers until Elaina suddenly put her hand on mine and looked at me very seriously and said, “Okay Leslie, what’s up. You seem preoccupied and even a bit nervous.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry.” I answered. “I just…ah…I…I…I thought I wanted to talk about…” I stumbled along.

Fortunately, Elaina interrupted me, “Okay Leslie, you obviously have something other than small talk on your mind. You don’t seem to me to be the type of person who can’t discuss the hard stuff. Do you need more wine?” We both laughed. It was nice of her to lighten the mood.

I took a deep breath and began, “Alright, I, I mean we, my husband and I have a fantastic relationship we are madly in love, I can’t imagine not being in each others lives. But it wasn’t always that way…” I paused.

“Do I hear a ‘But’? Elaina asked.

“No, no, not a ‘but’ more like an ‘And’. “And we have a ah…ah…sort a different…ah different type of life…” Suddenly I realized, Oh my god, she probably things we’re swingers. This is not going as planned. I started again, “ah, almost ten years ago, we had huge issues, sex was not great, we fought a lot, and it seemed like there was always a power struggle…” I stopped and waved my hands, “you know what, I’m sorry, this is crazy, I can’t bother you with this, I should go.”

Elaina said, “Don’t go. I have an idea that might just make this conversation easier.”

She picked up her phone and sent a text. John immediately appeared. Elaina said, “pour us more wine and then go prep us a Charcuterie board and then prep yourself my beautiful Pet.” I don’t know her that well and I certainly didn’t know John, but there was a definite exchange between them. She got up and walked up very close and I couldn’t really tell but it looked like she was grabbing his balls, she then whispered something in his ear, John nodded and disappeared.

Several moments later we grabbed our wine glasses and headed inside. After a few minutes at the Charcuterie board Elaina said, “Okay, lets go continue our conversation but first I want to show you something.”

“Come Pet” she commanded. From a door off the kitchen entered John, on all fours, naked except for a dog collar and leash, and a very fluffy tail protruding from his ass. As he crawled to Elaina, I could see the cage between his legs. John reached her side, sat back on his heels and looked up. “Good pet” she smiled at him.

I was a little shocked but mostly relieved. I smiled and said, “You’re absolutely right, this will make the conversation much easier. We both laughed. Clearly, I had picked the right person to divulge my little secret. She picked up the leash and said, “lets go back outside”.

We sat and she commanded her pet to crawl over and lick my feet. Her pet didn’t hesitate, and she asked, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all” I answered.

It was as if I suddenly couldn’t stop talking, finally someone to talk to about a ten-year journey that had until now remained private. It was instantly very clear we had traveled similar paths. After twenty minutes of chatting and having her pet lick my feet, she snapped her fingers and her pet crawled back to sit by her side.

We spent the next couple of hours comparing notes about the challenges, successes, failures and fun we’ve had over our journeys. I wasn’t surprised how similar our situations were, lifeless marriage, average sex and a husband who become complacent. We both had our own epiphany or revelation at some point, ‘I need to take charge, to be in charge’. Both of us had searched for an answer and found it in the form of Dom/sub or FLR, whatever you want to label it.

We talked about how both our husbands submitted quickly and almost naturally. It was actually us who needed time to become accustomed to dominating someone we loved and cared about. I know for me it took a shift in thinking before I was able to physically hurt my husband, I was confused with spanking and CBT, but once I realized what it meant to him, I was all in. It also took quite a shift in thinking to understand that humiliation was such a powerful emotion and sense of submission for him. We both agreed that our alternative relationship not only saved our marriages, but made them incredibly better, and most importantly our husbands become who they naturally were and allowed them to be better men.

It was getting late, and I needed to go, “Oh my, its late and I should be going. I can’t thank you enough. This has been exactly what I’ve needed.” I said.

We hugged and she said, “Honey, you’ve given me a gift as well. It’s finally nice to have someone to talk to.”

We hugged again, I bent down and patted pet on the head and gave a little tug on his tail and said goodnight.

“Text me when you’re safely home”. She called out as I got in my car.

“Of course,” I answered.

As promised, I sent her a text as soon as I arrived home. “I’m safely home and I must thank you for the amazing chat.”

“Thank you as well. Dinner tomorrow night? Our place? Just the four of us.” She replied.

‘We would love that” I answered.

“Wonderful, anytime after 6:00” Elaina replied.

I woke up very well rested and with a renewed sense of Dominance. Darin (Nancy) was downstairs, I could hear him making breakfast. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text, “I’m up.” Which was his cue to bring me a coffee.

“Good morning, Nancy. How did you sleep?” I asked as he walked in the room. I could see him flinch a bit when I used his new name.

“I slept great Ms. L. What about you?” he replied.

“Best sleep in a long time. Nancy, sit down I have something to tell you.” I said as I tapped the bed next to me. I continued, “We have a dinner date tonight with Elaina and her husband. And my sweet husband, Nancy, this dinner will be sort of a coming out party for you. You are going to go as Nancy.”