Chapter 12

As Kris drove home she took a winding route, the evening’s events played on a loop in her mind. The dim glow of the street lights flickered through the car windows, casting dancing shadows across her face. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she replayed the scene in the bar’s bathroom. The image of Jim, her loving and submissive husband, under the command of Carl, sent a shiver down her spine. She found herself aroused by the power dynamics, the raw intensity of the encounter, and the way Jim surrendered to Carl’s domination. Yet, there was a lingering unease. Seeing Jim voluntarily engage in such an act with another man left her feeling conflicted. Her emotions were a tangled web, a mix of desire and discomfort. She had snuck into the bathroom and watched from the adjoining stall. That might have been a mistake.

The road stretched out before her, dark and quiet, mirroring her inner turmoil. The hum of the car engine was a soothing background noise, allowing her thoughts to wander freely. She recalled the first time she had seen Jim. He was a brilliant, young man, with a mind that buzzed with ideas and a heart full of love. Over the years, their relationship had deepened, and she had come to appreciate his submissive nature, which balanced her own.

As she pulled into the driveway, the house stood dark and silent, a stark contrast to the wild emotions coursing through her. She sat in the car for a moment, letting the weight of the evening settle. She knew she was ready to take the next step, to fully embrace this new dynamic in their relationship. But she also knew she needed to secure her position, to ensure that everything played out as she envisioned.

Kris stepped out of the car, the cool night air washing over her. She walked up to the front door, her heels clicking against the pavement. Inside, the house was quiet. She made her way to the living room, where the soft glow of a table lamp cast warm shadows across the room. She sat down on the couch, her mind racing with plans and possibilities.

She pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She knew what she needed to do. She needed to gather the last bit of insurance to make sure that her plans worked out. She needed to secure her control over Jim, to ensure that he was fully committed to this new path they were embarking on.

She dialed a number that she had learned well. After a few rings, a deep voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Kris. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she said, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.

“Not at all, Kris. What can I do for you?” Doug replied.

“I need your help. I need to make sure that Jim is fully on board with our ... arrangement. I need to make sure he can’t back out,” she said, her voice firm.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before the voice responded. “I see. And how do you propose we do that?”