John and Sara's Experiment

"John, you have to ask yourself why she did that. Have any idea?"

"Of course, she wanted to be able to get off...have an orgasm during sex."

"Correct, but why did she do that?"

"God, don't you ever stop with the 'why's?'"

"No, John...can you please answer the question?"

"No, I can't. I don't know why other than to have orgasms."

"Okay, let's look at the bigger picture. There's a key reason for everyone's actions and there's a key reason why Sara did everything she did with you. Once you understand that reason you'll understand the why's and wherefore's of Sara's actions."

"I have to assume she did it for our marriage."

"Good, John, you've made the first critical connection. So, why do everything she did with you?"

"Uh...to help me change? So I'd be a better husband?"

"Right again, so what has she done to you?"

"I know that I've changed...a lot. I think I'm a better husband for her than I was before. I understand her better and I accept her more."

"You're right on track, but I think you're much too modest to ever get the final step. What she's doing with you is turn you into...the perfect husband—her ideal match. Stop and think about it for a second. You're concerned that she might leave you. Why would she? Where else would she possibly get a man who would sacrifice EVERYTHING for her? Where else could she find someone who always places her and her needs first? Isn't that what you do now, John?"

"I guess."

"When this all started I thought you were incredibly lucky to have her. Now I think she's unbelievably lucky to have you. You have given her the ultimate gift—yourself. How could anyone ever surpass that?" I sat there dumbfounded. I was worried that Sara might leave me and what she was doing was cementing our relationship forever. I felt like a fool.

"I feel like a fool. I should have trusted Sara more."

"You're a human being, John and an extremely fine one, but none of us can possibly know everything. I hope I've helped you understand how much Sara loves you. Incidentally, I did overhear Jan's comments about you last night and I want you to know I couldn't possibly disagree more. You're one of the finest people I've ever met. I wish you both the very best, but that will be up to the two of you, won't it?" I rose, thanked him profusely, and drove home as quickly as possible to my wife—my wonderful wife.

Sara was seated on the stoop outside the door, rising when she saw me drive up. I ran up to her and pulled her into a long hug. "I love you," I told her.

"I know, John...I've always known. I just had to show you that you did. You've placed me first and foremost every day for the past eighteen months. That makes me the luckiest woman ever. Who else would do that for me? Now it's your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes, what kind of relationship would we have if all I did was take from you? A good marriage requires that we give and take. I only have one problem—living up to the high standard you've set. I just hope I measure up. C'mon, we have to discuss some changes to our relationship. Did Roger tell you about the hypnosis? No? Then I'll need to explain." We went into the apartment and sat in the living room for hours. We talked to each other like we had never done before. I learned for the first time that she had decided way back when I was working in her parents' house that I was the one for her. We didn't just meet at the supermarket; she had been following me for days looking for the right opportunity for us to meet.

I also learned that she had planned all this out in advance during that first month, consulting with Roger almost daily. I had hated the thought of her discussing me with him; now I was so appreciative of the time and expertise he had given so freely. She also explained that Roger had hypnotized her to encourage her to perform better oral sex on me. I couldn't believe how committed to me Sara had been and would be in the future. I finished the discussion by suggesting that we go to bed. Sara readily agreed even though it was only three in the afternoon. We stayed there all afternoon and evening, making beautiful love, and completely forgetting about dinner in our rapture over each other. It made all the suffering and sacrifice I had made worthwhile.

CHAPTER 5

There were major changes in our marriage after that. Sara no longer felt that she had to be so dominant. After the lengthy training period I was so conditioned to respect and care for her that I would continue that way for the rest of my life. Sara had explained that she had never felt comfortable being so controlling; she did it for us—so we would stay together successfully forever. My self esteem grew dramatically as I began to see myself differently. My performance at work was also improved and my boss complimented me on recommending Phil for his accounting.

Phil had followed up on Monday morning as I had suggested. He was hired after recommending that the business be computerized; he could do all the work as part of his responsibilities. He showed Ralph how he could streamline many of his operations—billing, inventory, accounts payable and receivable. Ralph also learned how to see how jobs were progressing at a glance using the computer as well as use it for estimates, something that saved him hours every day. The job was only two days a week, but Ralph had spoken glowingly to the electrician next door. A month later Phil had two part-time positions, taking up four days of the week. Within a month he was also working for the locksmith down the street and had a job paying a decent salary. The three employers agreed to chip in for health insurance and disability, making his opportunity a virtual full time position. I took some credit, having told Ralph that he could easily lose someone of Phil's caliber to a major corporation. Apparently, he agreed. Everyone was happy, even Jan.

I saw Phil occasionally in the early morning while I was preparing for the day's work or at the end of the day if I wanted to gather materials for a job the following day. Phil had instituted an inventory system that logged every item removed from the shop for a job; it made selecting materials and maintaining the inventory for tax purposes simple and foolproof. He told me he had never been happier. He also told me that he had proposed to Jan. She had accepted eagerly. They would have an engagement party the following Saturday and he wanted me to attend with Sara. I liked Phil and I was very happy for him, almost as happy as he was.

"I know that Jan has been very critical of you, but that's just the way she is. If she knew you as well as I do she'd think differently."

I took the high road, telling him that I'd never noticed any problem or concern with her. We chatted for a while until I had to get home. I always rushed home to spend time with my wife. Sara had run everything until I had met with Roger. I hadn't been allowed to initiate sex and I had to follow her orders to the letter. After that day we talked a lot more, coming to consensus more often than not. Even when we didn't completely agree we managed to resolve our issues without fighting or arguing. We were both very happy and now I really knew that we had a sensational sex life, one that was fantastic for both of us.

On Saturday evening I was actually looking forward to the party. I wanted to see Roger to thank him again and I felt partially responsible for Phil and Jan's engagement. I drove the truck again; I really had to speak with Sara about getting a new car.

Jan and Phil welcomed us. Well, Phil welcomed us; Jan welcomed Sara. I placed the beer into the refrigerator and had brought a can to Phil and another to Sara when I heard a shriek from the kitchen. "My ring...it's gone. Oh, God! It's down the drain. It's gone forever."

I walked quickly to join her. "Relax, Jan...I'm sure I can get it back for you. Don't run any more water, okay?" I walked out to my truck, returning with a large pair of adjustable pliers and my coveralls. I changed in the bathroom while Jan and Sara cleaned out the cabinet under the sink. It took me less than five minutes to remove the trap and pour its contents into a small saucepan. The ring clanged into the pan with the water. I replaced the trap and handed the ring to the grateful Jan.

Jan was ecstatic. She hugged me after she replaced the ring to her finger. "I was wrong, John, terribly and cruelly wrong. Can you ever forgive me?"

I looked at Sara who smiled at me with love in her heart. "For what," I asked innocently. Sara smiled again and I smiled back knowing that I'd get a reward as soon as we got home. The rest of the party was a blast. Jan even insisted that I dance with her. I tried to refuse—I'm a terrible dancer—but she would not be deterred. Everyone, myself included, laughed at my awkward dance moves. The whole place was hysterical with laughter when the song ended. Later, Sara led me back to the dance floor for a really slow dance. I thought she just wanted an excuse to hold me. I thought at the time that we should dance more often. I'd never get enough of Sara's delicious body.

We now made love at least five times a week. If I thought that Sara would lose interest when she was tired I was wrong. That seemed to be when she wanted it most—then and when she came home frustrated from some incident with a student or parent, or even worse—her principal who I gathered could be a real jerk. He had come on to Sara several times even though he knew she was married. I had threatened to kick his ass until "Ma'am" told me she had everything under control. She did, recording one such seduction attempt and replaying it for the superintendent. She never had a problem after that and neither did any of the other women.

Sara asked me a few weeks later if I'd like to host Jan and Phil for dinner. I agreed eagerly, knowing that it was something she wanted. I often acceded to her wishes even though she was no longer my dominant partner—at least not formally or officially.

Jan and Phil arrived around five for dinner at seven. Jan complimented Sara on the cleanliness and neatness of the apartment. Sara laughed, "I claim no responsibility for that. John cleaned the entire place from top to bottom." Jan's mouth dropped as Sara hugged me and kissed my cheek. I excused myself to get Sara and Jan a glass of wine and two beers for Phil and me to enjoy. I thought we were having a wonderful time until Jan asked the question I had not only dreaded, but also expected.

"Sara, you and John are obviously incredibly happy, but I remember all too well how miserable you used to be. Can you tell us what happened? How did you do it? I'd love to know your secret." Sara, of course, was more than hesitant to reveal our secret. She stumbled over a few half sentences in an effort to avoid embarrassing me until I rose from my chair, caressed her face and gave her a quick kiss before sitting at her feet, something both Sara and I recognized as a symbol of my submission to her.

"Jan, Sara doesn't want to embarrass me, but to be honest I'm not ashamed of anything we've done. Instead, Roger has told me several times that I should be proud of myself." I hesitated then when I felt Sara's reassuring hand on my neck and cheek. "You're right—Sara was miserable and so was I. We argued over everything, and I do mean everything—even the most inconsequential things. I realized that one of us had to step back so I did it. I handed Sara the reins. That made things better, but not really good. I'd forget or be distracted so we were still arguing every couple of days. I needed to be reminded and Sara needed to be more dominant—more in control. I wouldn't allow myself to be struck, just as I would never strike anyone, so Sara came up with a better way. She locked my genitals into a device that would control my orgasms. Essentially, it's a stainless steel tube that's connected to a single handcuff. She didn't use it to deny or punish me although that could happen if I was uncooperative or disobeyed. I'll explain that in a few minutes. It was a constant reminder that she was the boss—that she was in control. She also had me call her "Ma'am." I still do that from time to time although she no longer wants me to. Old habits die hard, I guess."

I hesitated again while Sara leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "I told you Sara didn't deny me sexually. What she did was just the opposite. I thought we had a great sex life, but I learned quickly that it was only great for me. I was leaving poor Sara frustrated every time. Every night after dinner she would tie me into the bed and masturbate me, requiring me to try to hold off and tell her to stop before I came. Sometimes we did it ten or twelve times. Most nights I was a physical wreck by the time we finished. The first time I only lasted less than two and a half minutes. In time I was able to get that up to almost twenty before she would allow my orgasm. Unfortunately, I still had trouble whenever we had real sex. She also required me to perform oral sex on her. I had never done it, thinking stupidly that it was unmanly, but I've learned to love it mostly because I enjoy making Sara happy."

"Yes, and John does make me very happy almost every day, don't you, dear?" Now I really was embarrassed, but I did grin widely.

"The final step occurred when she required me to have her permission to cum. Night after night for months, that was drummed into my head until one night we made love for what seemed to be forever. Sara had several orgasms, but I couldn't get over the edge until she gave her permission. I learned just how serious that was the following night when she instructed me to masturbate. I tried everything I could think of, but I couldn't finish. I wasn't even touching my organ when she gave me permission. Then I came and came. I cried at my plight, worrying what would happen to me if Sara ever left me. Your party was a few days later and that's when I met Roger and Phil for the first time.

"I went to meet Roger the following morning and he explained how Sara had transformed me into the perfect husband. He reassured me that he'd never met anyone who'd made the sacrifice I had made and that Sara was lucky to have me. I couldn't wait to get home to her and tell her how much I loved her."

Sara took over now, explaining how our relationship changed once again back to a more normal one. She showed Jan and Phil my chain, explaining its significance. She also told them how she had decided to pursue me back when I was working in her parents' home and how she had shadowed me for days looking for the right opportunity to corner me. Even I had to laugh at her choice of words. Jan and Phil sat silently—awestruck—when she finished.

"Oh, John, I am so embarrassed and so ashamed for the way I treated you. I can't apologize enough. You're the most amazing man I've ever met. I don't think I could ever get Phil to do any of that."

"No," Phil replied, "I'm not man enough to do even half of that. I agree with Jan. You're amazing."

"No, I'm just a normal man who's totally in love with my wife." The rest of the evening was a lot of fun. We enjoyed the roast that Sara had prepared and talked and joked late into the night. Jan, who was always very reserved with me, hugged me tightly when they left. I was surprised when she whispered into my ear, "I only hope Phil is half the man you are, John. I'm so jealous of Sara." She kissed my cheek and Phil shook my hand as they left, walking slowly to her car.

I turned around to see Sara beaming. "I am so proud of you, John and so deeply in love. I think we should shower and go straight to bed, don't you?"

I smiled as I replied, "Yes, Ma'am." Sara took my arm as we walked into our bedroom to change so we could wash each other, a ritual that always preceded our love making. It had been a wonderful evening and now it was going to get even better.

Sara was right—I took care of her and she took care of me that night and for the rest of our lives. We made love virtually every night except when one of us was sick. Nothing ever stopped us from expressing our love for each other. I laughed when my coworkers and friends complained that their wives were disinterested in sex. I knew the secret, but I wasn't telling. I never dreamed I could be so happy and what made me happiest was my service to my wife—something I'd never stop.