Productive Gaming

"Hey honey." Jennifer ran up to Marcus and flung her arms around him as he walked through the door.

"Hey baby. I brought some burgers home for us."

"Some vegan burgers?"

"Uh, well no... just..."

"Seriously? Why even bother! It's like you don't even..." Jennifer looked over at you sitting on the couch, her face showed her connecting dots in her head. You just raised an eyebrow and glanced at Marcus.

"Told you."

"Told her what? Hey you started another round without me?" Marcus pushed passed his wife and threw himself down on the couch. Jennifer soured her expression and then walked quietly out of the room. "Come on dude, start over."

"Fine. That was hot huh? You like when she yells at you." You said as a statement of fact.

"What? Not really, why would I like that?"

"I don't know. She's kinda powerful when she takes you to task though, you definitely agree with that."

Marcus looked wistful for a second while he grabbed the controller. "I guess that's true. It's nice that she can hold her own."

"Hold her own? She's batting a thousand against you bud. You can't win a single fight with her and it's cuz you lose on purpose."

"What? Why would I do that?"

"Because you're submissive to her." You said flatly looking over at him. His body paused for a second before the game fired up.

"Uh, whatever dude. No way." You paused the game and looked at him.

"Come on dude. You know she's vegan. I fucking know that. She never shuts up about it. How could you fuck up like that unless you did it on purpose?"

"The place I got the burgers is next to where I work. I wasn't gonna run across town to get something special for her."

"You could've gotten one just for yourself though. At least she would've seen you know her well enough not to get one. You got her one so she would get mad. So she would dress you down. You're her bitch and you enjoy it."

"Alright, I'll show you a bitch dude." We started shooting each other but I wasn't even focused on the game. "Yeah fucking smoked you."

"Why so defensive dude? I'm not judging you, she does have a sort of bitchy domme thing about her."

"Don't call her that!"

"Good boy. Roll over." I watched his body fight my command with everything it had in it. He came out the winner, but not by much.

"Ugh... I'm... gonna kick your ass dude." He killed me a few more times. This game was the perfect distraction for implanting my suggestions.

"Listen to how you defend her like she's some queen."

"She is dude!"

"See, I was right. You worship your wife. You are her bitch, just admit it." You used a softer tone so it wasn't judgmental. He needed to start accepting this stuff and you accepting it would make it easier.

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that. When you get married, you'll understand."

"It's not an attitude it's a genetic thing man. You're a submissive."

"What the fuck are you talking about dude?" He sounded weirded out. It wasn't clear if he was fighting off these suggestions completely or just pretending to. You were on something of a deadline. If Jennifer decided to test your theory tonight, you needed Marcus to be as far along as possible. This would build trust between you and his wife, and diminish her trust in him.

"I'm just calling it like I see it."

"Yeah well I see.... you there! Boom you're finished bro. You really suck at this game."

"I think you need to consider what I've said. If I've caught on to the fact that you're a weak bitch for your wife, it's only a matter of time before she catches on."

"Dude...." He paused for a couple of seconds. "I don't know what you're talking about man."

"Yes you do. Admit it right now. You worship your wife."

He rolled his eyes. "I worship my wife, I'm pussy whipped, I'm her bitch. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Don't just say it. Accept it. I'm doing this for you dude. Take a deep breath." He obeyed you instantly. "Admit you are your wife's bitch."

"I am my wife's bitch." You saw it on his face. You smiled.

"I knew it. You're a bitch and probably a cuckold too." He rejected that instantly.

"Seriously, shut your fucking mouth now." You threw your hands up and shrugged.

"That'll take some time. Fair enough man."

"What are you two talking about?" Jennifer walked in looking concerned.

"He's... being a dick. That's all." Marcus explained weakly.

"I am being honest and I'm trying to help my friend understand what he is. You're the one being defensive and insecure and angry." You said in a leveled tone.

"Wha... no you are talking some big shit and you're gonna get your face punched in."

"What did you just say? What did you just tell yourself, Marcus? Tell her."

"I... said I was your bitch. But that was just... it's not..." You gestured to him with your hands and looked at Jennifer.

She took a deep breath and looked at you and then her husband with a concerned look on her face. "Please, don't say that."

"Okay."

"Not because I told you to. Don't mean it! Don't be my bitch." She urged. Marcus looked between you two like he was trapped. You walked over toward Jennifer and gently put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay. There are plenty of good, decent, hardworking husbands out there that are submissive. I don't understand what the issue is?"

"Because it's... gross! It's so weird to think my husband is that pathetic!"

"Honey, no! I didn't... mean it he made me say it!" Marcus pleaded. Jennifer narrowed her eyes at him.

"Don't lie to me."

"Obey her." Marcus took a small breath and hung his head.

"I'm... submissive to you. I guess. I hadn't really thought about it until he brought it up. I don't fully believe it but... I did know you weren't vegan and I did get you a burger anyway. Maybe I did want you to yell at me. I'm sorry babe, I'm not pathetic just for loving you."

Jennifer shook her head again and threw her hands up and walked back to her bedroom and shut the door. You returned to Marcus and put a hand on his shoulder this time.

"Don't worry dude. She'll come around and start dominating you properly. Trust me, this will open a new door in your relationship."

"I can't believe this is happening."

"I can't believe I'm about to crush you in round two, Bitch." You picked up the controller and started the next round.