Reversals Ch. 04

Julia's smile began to fade and she took on a more thoughtful looking repose. "I ordered Eric to do the dishes before I left to go shopping," she started. "I'm going to make him do all the housework for the next three months, maybe longer if he can't find a job." Julia toyed with her drink, pulling it slowly closer to her using just the the long nail of her index finger. "I think he's terrified that I'll take all his spending money away. Maybe afraid I'll kick him to the curb." She took a tiny sip of wine, savoring it briefly. "I think, he'll clean the apartment so long as I force him to, maybe for as long as I demand," she continued. "But honestly, making him grow boobs, if I decided I actually wanted that... I think he'd defy me. I just can't see him agreeing to that."

"I'm sure you're right. Controlling all the money probably isn't enough. But..." Samantha's mouth suddenly curled into a devious looking crook, a smile that looked more sinister than pleasant, "...as womyn, there's a lot more we can do to convince Eric to obey you."

Julia arched her eyebrow suspiciously. "I'm listening."

"Have you ever heard of a FLM?" Samantha asked.

Julia wrinkled her brow and shook her head.

Samantha locked eyes with her. "It stands for 'Female Lead Marriage'".

Julia's shock registered on her face.

"Actually, I think you started one this very afternoon with Eric," Samantha said.

"What? Really?"

"Well, it sure sounds like it to me. Think about it. You took control today and left him at home to do the dishes while you went out shopping and to have dinner, without him, at one of your favorite restaurants," Samantha said.

Julia smiled broadly and took a sip of wine, entirely pleased with herself for putting Eric in his place that afternoon.

"Let's talk about the type of FLM I think you want, the type you need to move Eric forward, where you need him to be to realize all your goals," Samantha said.

"Okay," Julia said, nodding.

"Alight then," Samantha said crisply. "See, a FLM can take a lot of different forms. The female leads in all of them, of course, properly so I might add, but you can have where she leads just a little to where she takes control of virtually everything."

"Everything?"

"You can do whatever you want with Eric and your FLM Julia. Only, the more control you take over Eric, the more... options you'll have," Samantha said.

"But what did you mean by 'everything'," Julia asked. "I want to know what other women are doing to their husbands."

"In some of the more dramatic FLMs there can be a strong dominant and submissive relationship being acted out, BDSM, humiliation, feminization, all kinds of things," Samantha said.

Julia looked astonished. "Really?!"

"I've even heard stories where the man voluntarily agrees to become his wife's slave. He serves her on his knees, catering to her every whim, her every fantasy," Samantha whispered.

Julia had a sudden image of Eric on his knees, bending down to kiss her feet as she stood over him. A self-satisfying smirk spread across her face as a pleasing ache began growing between her thighs.

"Of course, where you decide to take it is your choice," Samantha said. "If you do a little research you'll find the five food groups talked about, don't let it confuse you, think of them as areas you can control. By the way, they call them FLRs too, 'Female Lead Relationships', same thing really. Anyway, the more you control, the more likely you'll be able to get Eric to do whatever it is you want. If you control everything, he won't have much choice, other than leaving you, and that's often the last thing the male in a FLM wants to do."

Julia sat there transfixed. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Female Lead Marriage. It sounded so potent and empowering, even thrilling. It opened up so many possibilities, even fantasies. Her mind was reeling with questions. Could she really do this? Take control of Eric's life? Had she already started a FLM, without even realizing it? Had it been all those conversations with Samantha over all those months that had brought her here? Was she changing? Did she really want this? The power was so intoxicating. Eric, on his knees, naked-

"You okay, Julia?" Samantha asked.

"What? Oh... I'm sorry," Julia said. "It's a lot to think about. I have so many questions. I'm not sure what to do next," Julia said.

"Well, you already have complete control over the finances. That's an important one," Samantha said. "If I might offer a suggestion, the next item in the five food groups you might consider taking over is one that should be easy for you." A mischievous grin took over Samantha's face. "Sex. You take complete control of Eric's sex life."

Julia smiled broadly, placed both elbows on the table, and cradled her chin in her palms. Long shiny hair flowed around her long red nails, framing her soft face and running down her arms as the swell of her breasts rose high on her chest. She leaned towards Samantha over the table, a vision of feminine beauty. "I think I can manage the bedroom for an evening of love making easily enough but taking complete control of his sex life? Any suggestions on what to do there exactly?"

Samantha made a tiny shrug. "I don't pretend to be an expert in the male libido," she whispered with a smirk. "But, it's about control. You might try wearing your sexist lingerie. Tease him. Make him desperate to have you. Make him beg you for attention. Then deny him the pleasure he wants. Tease and denial. Be a flirt. If he has any kinks, use them against him. Get him addicted to your body. Then cut off the sex unless he does what you want." Samantha's face had hardened to an almost sadistic glee. "He's only a man. You're a beautiful, attractive womon. If you want Eric on his knees, put him there, make it the only way he's allowed to touch you. He doesn't stand a chance if you turn your mind to it, Julia."

Julia imagined Eric on his knees in front of her, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, while servicing her sex with his lips and tongue. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The pleasing ache between her legs had intensified. She pressed her thighs tightly together under her skirt, shifting around uncomfortably in her chair as the tension built and her panties dampened.

Samantha was staring at her sipping her wine, her eyes filled with mirth.

Julia tried calming herself, bitting her lip just enough to be uncomfortable. She smoothed her hair down with both hands, slowly, making sure to keep her nails from getting tangled. "You're a naughty girl, Samantha," she said.

"I can be," she said with a lilt in her voice, fluttering her eyes over her wine glass. Samantha giggled.

Julia chuckled in reply, uncertain if Samantha was flirting with her or not. She didn't want to know. She decided to change the topic instead. Julia took a deep breath and released it, like she was letting the air out of the conversation.

"How about we come full circle and talk about my promotion again, this bridge to the future they're talking about," Julia said with a beaming smile.

"Sure, we can do that. I really do think you should take the offer," Samantha said.

Samantha then proceeded to give Julia more details about the new organizational structure and where she'd fit in. Julia listened as best she could but the entire time she kept thinking about Eric and what it might be like to have a true FLM with her in control of everything in their marriage.

As Samantha regaled her with details about the new, mostly female, management team, Julia kept envisioning Eric at her feet, placing soft kisses on them or between her legs pleasuring her to new heights of passion.

As Samantha expounded on the compensation package, the benefits, the perks, Julia began wondering what Eric might look like with small breasts, cradling a baby girl to his naked chest, suckling her with large, womanly teats. There was something perversely fascinating about the idea and deeply disturbing at the same time.

By the time dinner was over, Julia had a much better understanding of the reorganization and where she'd fit in if she took the promotion. She wanted to grab the opportunity and run with it. But to have everything she wanted meant bending Eric totally to her will. If she could do it, it would change both their lives forever but as much as she wanted to embrace it doubts still lingered in her.

Julia gave Samantha a hug as they parted ways and thanked her for the enlightening dinner. Walking back to her car, her stilettos echoing on the pavement, still unsure of which path to follow, she decided she owed it to herself to at least explore alternatives. Samantha would call it, 'breaking the patriarchal chains and embracing the inner womyn' or some such. Julia shrugged her shoulders. Maybe she was right.

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