The Point was a Chance to Explore

You gave her a weak smile and answered in whatever way you felt would be most encouraging to her. She continued to muse out loud about what the experience of submitting to him would be like. But, you struggled to focus on her words.

There were parts of the story that you were drawn to, like a puzzle with pieces that were conspicuously absent. Whatever her explanations, your wife had never told you that she was in regular correspondence with a BDSM Master. One who, by her own admission, wanted to do sex stuff with her.

Yeah, she refused him. It wasn’t like she was seeing him behind your back. And she was also right that you hadn’t followed up on the permission you gave her to research more. That had been your own negligence. Still, that was something she should have told you about, right?

Ultimately, none of it was that big a deal. So what if she had a chat friend you didn’t know about. What’s more she seemed to trust him, and in turn, you trusted her. If she liked him, that’s what mattered. Right?

When your wife finished giving her explanation about the dom and why she wanted to sleep with him, she asked for your assent. He was the one she wanted to try this with. After a final, brief, moment of hesitation you agreed to let her try to be his submissive.