What have I Become? Pt. 01

I'd always felt submissive to attractive women, especially intelligent, attractive women. Beauty, brains and authority were the combination that made me so vulnerable to their beauty and their general aura. I remember growing up being turned on by seeing smartly dressed women in heels.

When I met my wife 23 years ago, I knew instantly she had all of the qualities that I found attractive. She had long blonde hair, big tits and a great figure, and a way about her that got a lot of attention from lots of men. I couldn't believe my luck when she looked my way and smiled at me. I checked back over my shoulder to make sure! Yes, she was looking at me. I walked over and introduced myself. We chatted about this and that and got along really well. We had a couple of drinks and enjoyed each other's company for a couple of hours. As the night drew to a close, we agreed that I would give her a call the next day. I got home and could barely sleep, thinking about the evening we had spent together. In the morning I had some breakfast. Sitting drinking my coffee, I reflected on the previous evening. I couldn't wait to make that call. I picked up the phone and within a few rings she answered. Straight away I told her what a great night I'd had. She told me what a great time she'd had too.

I was chuffed that she'd felt the same way, so I plucked up the courage to ask her out. I was surprised when she hesitated. Was it something I'd said, or was she in a relationship? I asked her why. Well, it turned out she liked me but didn't find me that attractive. She preferred taller, well-built men. Somebody at least 6ft. Somebody with authority. The kind of man that other men feel intimidated by. The sort of man that other men would instantly know they were less adequate than. And if he was black, that scored bonus points. Well, I was missing all of these qualities. But for some reason she was interested in me, and we had got along so well. I asked her why she'd even bothered if I didn't meet her criteria.

She explained that the kind of man she needed would not please her family. She had a strict Catholic upbringing and was very respectful towards her family and their values. But she'd had an idea of how to get around this. She'd tried seeing the kind of men her family approved of, but it just didn't work. So she had a plan, and she could see me fitting into it perfectly. What she wanted was a double life: the good, compliant man her family would approve of, the man who would do anything and everything she asked. A man who would obey her and take care of her. She thought that I could be that man. She knew that I knew she was out of my league. Men like me did not get women like her.

Well, I'd not seen that coming. I was shocked but aroused. I could feel my cock getting hard as she told me what she wanted. Could I do this? Could I live like this? It would be a secret life. A lie, but the idea excited me. She ended the call with an ultimatum. Put simply, if I was interested, I needed to agree to the initial terms for this role. She asked me for my email address. Straight away an email arrived on my phone. There was a list of terms. I had to tick next to each box to say that I would agree to each of them.

Term 1 was my title. I would be referred to as "it", not by my name. My name would only be used in company.

Term 2 was the name I would use to address her. I would be required to call her "Miss" at all times, unless in company, where I was permitted to use her name.

Term 3 explained my daily chores. I would be responsible for all household duties, including all cooking and cleaning.

Term 4 was sexual denial. I would not be allowed to have sex. I was not to touch her. Sex was no longer allowed for me. There would only be a release when a release was felt necessary.

Term 5 emphasised that I must be submissive to her, her friends and any man that she brought back to the house. Any orders were to be obeyed without question.

Term 6 explained the discipline sessions. I would receive a weekly session, to remind me and help me improve. Improved service and working towards perfection were the aim.

Term 7 was regarding finance. I would work and my money would go directly to her bank account. If I was seen to be earning less than required, I would need to get a second job. If the second job was not enough, I would be required to go into debt with credit cards and loans to support her lifestyle. I would not be allowed to spend any money. I would be provided with pocket money, but would only be allowed to spend this on items agreed on.

And finally, there was a question for me to answer: Would you like a 3 day trial?

As I read the email, I thought to myself I would be mad to agree, but something in me told me that this was what I needed. This was where life had led me. I knew it was my destiny.

After ticking every box, I answered the question. Yes was my answer. Was I mad?

I sent the email back. I then received a text.

"Thank you for sending your application email. As I have multiple applications for this role, you will receive a response when I am ready. Do not under any circumstances contact me. Respect this order or your application will be discarded."

I couldn't sleep that night. What had I done? Was I crazy? But thinking about my potential future life made me hornier than I'd ever felt in my life. Would I even be chosen though? It was a waiting game.

My phone rang early the next morning with an unknown number. I answered it. A man on the other end asked me to confirm my name. I thought it was odd.

"Jim," I said.

"Listen very carefully then, Jim. Do not talk, just listen. You know why you are getting this call. You have made an application. This is the next step. You are to go to the disabled toilet in McDonald's in town. You will arrive there at 10.55am. You will shut and lock the door. You will then remove your clothes. At 11am there will be a knock at the door. You will open the door. You will let me in. You will not look me in the eye. You will not speak. If I decide to speak, you will nod or shake your head if required.

"An inspection will then begin. You will be rated on your looks, your body, your cock and balls, and your compliance. Arrive shaven. No body hair. All hair removed. I warn you that if you do not comply, I will be forced to use reasonable force to get the results that are required. Do not fuck me about. I'm a former soldier and a serious body builder."

The phone then went dead.

This was madness. As if I would do this! Go to a McDonald's, strip naked and wait for somebody. No way!

I got on with my day. I had a few chores to do. I couldn't stop thinking about the call.

At 11am my phone rang. It was the same man, but this time less polite.

"Right, you little prick, things are gonna get really serious now. You have decided to mess me about. This kind of behaviour will be punished. Do you understand? Answer me."

I thought for a second. In what way? He'd never met me and didn't know where I lived.

"Look out of your kitchen window," he said.

I opened the blind. There was a black Land Rover on my driveway. Fuck, how the hell had he found me? In the passenger seat was somebody I recognised. She was with him.

They both got out of the car. Seconds later my doorbell rang. He then started knocking on the door and then the window. What should I do?

She then started knocking.

"Open the door," she said. She didn't shout and was really calm.

I grabbed my cricket bat from the hallway cupboard and slowly opened the front door.

"Can we come in?" she said. "It's cold out here."

He was standing behind her, 6ft plus and about 4 foot wide.

"You can come in, but I'm not letting him in," I said.

"Don't worry," she said. "He won't hurt you. Unless I tell him to."

I let them both in.

"You know why we're here, don't you?" she said. "You replied to my email and agreed to a 3 day trial. So why are you not behaving? I'm beginning to doubt you. Are you a time waster? You know you have potential. Follow your instincts. Be what you know you are."

Standing there, with both of them looking at me, I felt intimidated. She looked stunning in a short black dress and knee-high boots. Her hair and make-up were perfect. He was in a suit. They looked like a real power couple.

He then started.

"You are the sort of man who needs to be controlled by people like us. You know what you are. You are one of the little people. You could be of great use to us. Be something. Be the man that she needs. Be the man that can live a life of service to a superior woman. You have 5 minutes to give me your answer. Do the 3 day trial. You will then see what you are. Live the life."

I looked at her. She smiled at me. That same smile that drew me in the first time I saw her beautiful face.