Control

I'd planned our New Year's Eve, arranged care for B. At midnight, we were home and as the clock moved, as the year changed from 2025 to 2026, Emily didn't move towards me for a kiss, instead she took a step back, looked at me. "I guess you belong to me again now," she said.

"G...guess?" I responded. 

She shrugged. "He wanted to stay in control," she said, "actually he wants to stay in control."

"He does?" I swallowed.

She nodded. "That's what he said. I like being in control. Of both of you."

"W...why?"

She shrugged, looked away, back to me. "I...I might have mentioned I let you inside me."

"Emily!"

"It came up and he asked when the last time was...I wasn't going to lie him. I didn't tell him, but I don't want to lie."

"What...what did he say?"

"What do you think a man says when he finds out his girlfriend let someone else inside her?"

"Emily, you...you're my wife," I protested.

"That's what I told him," she said, "that and that I didn't actually let you, you know, fuck me."

"But..."

"It's a control thing," she said, "I mean, I get it, he's a man, of course he wants to be in control of who fucks me, even you. So he wants to keep it."

"We...we didn't do that," I said. "Fuck."

She shrugged. "I know. I told him that."

"And?"

"He wants to keep it."

"For...for how long?" She shrugged. "For good?" I gasped

"Basically," she said. I was breathing quickly, pondering, thinking of Evan controlling me, controlling us, always. "What do you want?"

I swallowed, said it. "Whatever you want," I said.

"Seriously," she asked.

"I mean it, Emily, I...whatever you want."

"Would you? Let him control you? He might never..."

"I...I want what you think best," I said.

"Do you want to be released? Ever?"

"I...I don't know," I said. "I...I've gotten used to it."

"I'm going to ask again and...and I want an answer, an honest answer. Not a whatever you want, which I know is still honest, I want to know what you want."

She looks at me, her blue eyes fixed on me, boring into my mind, my soul. "I...I want you to be in control," I blurt out.

She doesn't react, doesn't give anything away. "Why?"

"Because...because you're my person, you're my wife, you're everything and...and I belong to you."

She smiled, a wide, loving smile. "That's basically what I told him, love. That you're my person, you're my spouse, you're everything, and I want you to belong to me, I want to control you."

"You...you do?"

She smiled. "Yes," she said, "I'm not saying there are not times his opinion shouldn't be followed, but I want to be in control. I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed the last year, but...you belong to me."

"Emily...what...what did he say?"

"He respects my wishes, and..."

"And?"

"I told him I appreciate his point and...when was the last time?"

"The last time?"

"You were inside me?"

I shrugged, thought. "I don't remember...more than a year..."

"I told him I'm considering keeping it that way...not no intimacy, just...even when...if...I release you...you should be..."

"Pussy free," I whisper.

"I didn't promise him anything, certainly not permanent, but..."

"Indefinite..."

"Yes..."

"Yes," I agreed.

"I'm not sure I was asking," she laughed.

"I was volunteering," I said. She laughed. "What?"

"I don't know if I want to kiss you, make you lick me, or make you suck me."

"Yours or his?" I asked.

"Mine," she said, "I want you sucking mine."

We kissed, deep and passionate, the sissy and the woman that controlled her. She broke off, went to her nightstand, took it out, stood in front of me. "Suck me," she said.

I leaned forward, took her in my mouth, and she smiled. "That's my girl," she said as I gave her a long, sensual blowjob.

When she was hot, needy, she sent to her nightstand again, took something out, the key. "I just want to show you I have it. Not that we're using it, but I have it." And then she pushed me onto my back and spread me, took me.

She took me, claimed me, fucked me until I made a mess all over. 

The woman I loved, the woman I served, the woman who owned me.