This is Part Seven of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.
The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:
I sent John off to his room to repair his make-up and give him a chance to pull himself together. Meanwhile, I walked out to my car and pulled two black leather duffle bags out of the trunk. They contained my Dominatrix fetish gear, and I had a feeling they were going to come in handy.
I hadn’t talked to Sara yet, of course, but the seeds of understanding her and what she’d done to her husband blossomed as I recognized my own discomfort with John’s transformation from manly-man to full-blown sissy.
Sara was all woman. She was 5’10″ of lush, golden womanhood. I recall that she often referred to her husband as one of the “few good men,” and while she’d never been outright submissive with John, she’d always taken the supportive role. The trophy wife role. And while I knew that she’d always appreciated John’s kindness and sensitivity, she’d never had cause to doubt that her Semper Fi guy was a real man. Until now.
The more I thought about it, the more it occurred to me that the balance of power in their relationship had been upset, and while Sara was trying to fill the Dominant role, it really wasn’t her nature. I had a feeling that she wanted her manly-man back, and that she was waiting for John to take his manhood and his dominance back, and in doing so, reclaim her respect, and his self-respect.
But the pickle, as I saw it, was that John, liked dressing as a woman. He liked feeling feminine. But at the same time, he chafed at the humiliation of the submissive “sissy” role that Sara had cast him in. Which gave me some ideas, oh yes. Ideas I was looking forward to trying out.
To be continued…
