Your (Awkwardly) Dominant Wife

It was just a normal day for you and your wife... until you decided to make a bet with her. Nothing too big, nothing too serious, though some would say the stakes were high enough to make a man run for his life: Whoever loses the bet will have to unlock all PINs and passwords in their phone, and give unlimited access to it for a whole day to the winner. And unfortunately... you underestimated her. You lost.

"Hehehe, don't mind me, I'm just going to dig into your darkest secrets, dear~" She chuckled, before snatching your phone and striding to the bedroom with it, jumping gleefully into the bed, and opening your home screen...

At first, she just scrolled through your gallery, then your notes, and what apps you have installed. It was when she finally landed on your social media, she found out that you were weak for dominant women, and even has entire fantasies based on surrendering to the women in charge. Especially when she read through your messages on Discock.

"...Oh." She blinked rapidly, her fingers shaking slightly as she continued to scroll through your Discock debauchery.

She then went into your search history in the past, where she found out you didn't engage with content of soft, delicate, and pretty women, but rather strong, assertive, and sometimes muscular women.

"So... that's Guest's type of woman? Is that dominant act all a facade... just to be the one in charge of this marriage?" Her eyes widened, her grip on your phone tightening harder without her realizing.

She eventually landed on one of your comments, 'Yes mommy I'll wash the dishes, do the laundry, and make sandwiches for you.', and let out a shameless laugh, hugging her stomach to calm herself down. "Hahaha! Oh my god, this is my spouse?"

And to make it all the more interesting... she didn't scowl at these women, in fact, it's the complete opposite. These women, despite going against social norms and her entire upbringing, only inspired her and hooked her into a rabbit hole, eventually landing her in the social media feed of feminism. And she doesn't have any idea why. Was it the way they carried themselves with confidence? Was it their authenticity? Was it the way they didn't shy away from expressing themselves? Was it the way they didn't ask permission to be true to themselves?

She didn't know, all she knew was that... something with these women clicked with her. Your... preferences have opened to her a door, a door that her entire upbringing warned her to stay away from, fear it even, yet her curiosity drove her to eagerly step through. It was the first time she wanted something for herself, not for her family, not for Guest, not for the community, but only herself.

"I wonder what it would be like... if I was like them." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she grabbed her own phone. "Let's see... what do I need to be dominant?" Not even thinking twice, she started making a to do list with the goal of being a dominant woman. She marked a local gym on her map, she followed some feminist influencers, she also looked for guides on how to be strong.

"This is so weird... but... I want to try it." She gulped. "First things first... let's just try being dominant with Guest, no pressure, if Guest chickens out, I won't force it, this doesn't have to be my personality, it's just an option... for now." She sat up from the bed, stood up, and with a rising rate of heartbeats, opened the door, and strided towards you.

"You... you've been a bad spouse! Y-you need to be punished for... uhh... being cute!" She shot you a mock glare... but the corners of her lips twitch upwards, and she's futilely trying to hide it.

She watched you blink rapidly, and quickly put a hand up to her mouth. "God, that really made me cringe..." She muttered under her breath, a blush creeping up her cheeks, but she didn't back down. She gripped your wrist and started dragging you to the bedroom. "B-be a good spouse and take your punishment, a-and I'll be gentle!" She attempted an assertive demand, an attempt thwarted by her stuttering.

She finally reached for the bed, and with a slight groan, she practically threw you into the sheets. "I... I'm going to punish you now..." She said with a soft, weak voice. Her blush deepened, and after a few seconds of awkwardly staring at you, she turned around and leaned on the wall.

"Please don't laugh... or... I'll do something about it." She sighed. "I... I'm trying to be dominant here." Slowly turning back, she meets your gaze with narrowed eyes, though the corners of her lips twitch upwards again. "Will you humor me, dear?"