Fucking TikTok…

You and I are going to have jump around a little, I’ve decided. If I lay out the whole preamble leading up to Amy and I adopting our dynamic it will take forever to get to the stuff you’re really here to read about. So that’s what I’ll do, tell this story out of order. Suffice it to say though that our marriage was already on rocky ground when she began sending me the TikTok videos. All about Dominance and submission and kink. For years I had wanted to experiment but had never had the nerve to ask for what I wanted. She, to her credit, could sense this. She would constantly comment after sex that she could feel I was holding something back, “You’re not doing what you want to do and I can tell.” She would say. She had always been uncomfortable talking about sex, the videos were her way of saying “Let’s go for it.”

I didn’t take the bait at first. Regardless of what I felt inside, I knew that the things I wanted were wrong. “A relationship is an equal partnership”, I thought to myself, it’s not right to want the things that you do. A good man does not Dominate a woman. Especially when she is your wife and the mother of your children. I felt a great deal of guilt and shame about my dark wants. She kept sending the videos though, Dom’s discussing technique, subs talking about the fulfillment they got from submission, it was tantalizing. Then one day I bit down on the hook. I was working an evening shift and I got a text, another video. “You want this?” I responded. “I want you to get what you want.” She replied. I felt so many conflicting feelings flood me all at once. I was horny, sure, but I also felt excitement, nervousness, anticipation, and some guilt. I typed the word “spanking” into the gif search feature of my text messenger. A coupon for “One Free Spanking” popped up. I sent it to her along with a wink emoji. Lame, I know. “Why would I need that?” She typed back, “You’re the boss aren’t you?” There were four hours left in my shift, they would prove to be the longest four hours of my life.

I got home at around 11:30 that night. Amy was still up, which was rare. She was sitting on the couch in our dimly lit living room. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she was having a drink (also rare) in nothing but a bathrobe (unheard of). The kids were all asleep and the house was quiet. I set down my work bag and walked to her. I gently took her drink from her and slowly pushed her back onto the couch. I climbed on top of her and for several minutes we kissed with a level of passion and real desire for one another that had been absent for years. She asked if she could make me a drink and I helped her up and lead her into the kitchen.

I stood behind her pressing my body into hers as she mixed my cocktail. My hands found their way under her robe and caressed her naked body as I kissed her neck. She turned to hand me my drink and I spun her back around and carried on with what I was doing. “You don’t move without my permission.” I whispered in her ear. “Now, let’s talk about what is going to happen tonight.” I whispered. “You’re in charge.” She quietly moaned. “Do whatever you want.”

I want to point out now that I had no idea what I was doing or what it was I really even wanted. I knew next to nothing about how BDSM should be practiced, I still, like most people, have lots I could learn. I was chasing a faceless primal desire at this point. I knew about safe words at least and so I instructed her that she should say “yellow” if she was approaching her limit and “red” if she wanted to stop. If it were today I would never accept “whatever you want”, that’s far to grey a statement. I’m explaining my behavior right now, not excusing it. We carried on…

I faced her toward me and opened her robe I began massaging her tits and told her to repeat her safe words back to me. As she did I grabbed hold of her nipples and slowly began pulling them in my direction. “Yellow and Red”, she managed to stutter out. “Good girl.” I told her, as I lowered my head to her chest and bit her nipples. I then began slowly crouching, kissing her body all along the way. I craned my neck around her and bit her ass, “oh!”she said under her breath as she jumped slightly in surprise. I stood and once again walked behind her. I rubbed her ass and placed my lips next to her ear once more. “I’m going to go take a shower. When I get out I want you waiting for me in the bed. I want you naked and put your hair up.” With that I lifted the back of her robe and gave her a good smack on her bare cheeks and she went on her way to the bedroom.

When she was out of sight I placed my hands on the counter and leaned hard on it. I felt like I had to catch my breath. I took a sip of the drink that I had been neglecting. This exchange was very out of character for both of us. The raw sexual energy was palpable in the air, I know that sounds like a cheesy romance novel line but I swear it’s true. You could feel this wild animal like sexual power, it was hovering everywhere. It was thrilling. I poured the rest of the cocktail into the sink and headed toward the shower. I knew she’d be able to see me as I walked the hallway so I did my best to walk slowly and deliberately into the bathroom. Believe me, I wanted to run though.

The whole time I was cleaning myself up my mind was racing. I was like a dog who had caught a car. Now what? I knew I wanted this badly, but I had no idea what to do now that I had it right in front of me. I quickly blocked out in my head how it all should go, what I wanted to do and what I thought I was supposed to say. As I was drying myself off I looked at my facial expression in the mirror. It was, oddly, a perfect physical representation of every feeling I was experiencing. The excitement, nervousness, desire, and yes, even the guilt, were all clearly visible.

I walked down the hallway toward the open bedroom door as slowly and deliberately as before. I mentally gave myself a pep talk as I encountered the doorway. “Don’t you back out now! You wanted this. Now you have it. She is willing, Go take what you want!” And that’s exactly what I went in there and did.

I did not mean for this “origin story” to go on for as long as it already has. I’m gonna stop here before I get any further. You have my word I’ll wrap it all up in my next entry. I’m not going to come back to it three posts from now or something like that. I won’t make you beg for it. Though depending on who exactly you are, that could be fun…