Servant Wife

Very happy with this agreement, and the sexual opportunities it opened up for him, Tom pulled out the coin, rubbed the face on it, and said aloud, “I wish that, until Sunday evening, Sarah will think of herself as my servant. She’ll do anything I ask her without any complaint, be meek and subservient, and not do anything on her own without asking me for permission first.” It was a bit of a standard fantasy, but a hot one nonetheless.

Hearing what he was wishing, Sarah looked at her husband with a smile just before the wish took effect. “Kinky, I like it.” But then, her disposition changed entirely. Sarah had always been intelligent, driven, and stubborn as hell. But now, she held herself lightly, like she was unsure if she should even be standing there. Bowing her head, she quietly said, “I apologize, Master Saunders. That was rude of me to say, I should never have commented on your decision like that.”

Already getting hard thinking of what he’d done to her, Tom felt a little predatory as he looked at his transformed wife with lust in his eyes. “Tell me, Sarah, what are you to me? What were you a few seconds ago? What would you do for me?”

Bowing far lower this time, and not raising her head back up, she answered him dutifully. “I am your servant, Master. I was your wife and equal, but that was clearly a mistake. I am so far below you in every way, being your servant is clearly more suited to who I am. As for what I would do for you, I’ll do anything. Merely say the word, and I’ll do it.” Now, that was quite the claim. Some part of Tom wasn’t sure if this had really worked, if Sarah wasn’t just roleplaying for him. What could he ask her to do, something she would normally never do without her mind being altered?