the adventures and likes of a sub T girl

I’ve always been fascinated and mesmerized by fur, specifically women wearing furs. To me, they make a woman look powerful, dominant and superior. And being a submissive beta male, I always wanted my wife to have one, but my hints and other weak attempts to interest her in getting one were always met with sharp and immediate refusals. She simply didn’t want to wear furs, and I could never bring myself to confess how much I wanted her to or the real reasons why.

So you can imagine my surprise when I finished cleaning the upstairs bathroom, and came downstairs to find her standing by the door in a big, long, gorgeous fur! I froze, and stood there, speechless and confused while she stared back at me with a stern expression. Finally, I broke the awkward silence and squeaked out “what’s going on? Where did you get that… where are you going?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she strided towards me, took my hand, led me into the living room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a very slight, devious smile, don’t you like it?”

My head was spinning. “Yes, but… I thought you don’t like furs…” I managed.

“Have a seat,” she said in a firm, almost bossy tone, her smile gone completely, as she sat down across from me. She leaned towards me and looked me directly in the eye and said, “Yes, you’re right. And when this gorgeous fur arrived this morning, I was confused. I thought at first it must be a mistake. Then I thought maybe you bought it for me- I know you always wanted me to have one- and I was getting ready to close the box and tell you to return it when I noticed there was this note inside.”

She handed me the note, and I took it, hands trembling. It read “Dear Beth, I’ve always thought that a beautiful woman should have a beautiful fur. I’m looking forward to seeing you in it when I pick you up for our date tonight. Yours truly, Will”.

“I… I don’t understand…” I said, reacting with panic and more confusion, “… a date? who’s Will?”

“Who Will is really isn’t important. For now, let’s just say that he’s a man I met through a friend. What’s important is that you understand what’s happening today. It’s been a very long time since we’ve made love, you know that, and although I’ve never said it for fear of hurting you, the reason for that is because I simply grew tired of how extremely unsatisfying and disappointing it is with you. It was never because I lost interest in sex, I just lost interest in doing it with you. And when I confided in this friend of mine about it, she introduced me to Will. I was immediately taken with him- he’s very muscular and athletic, supremely confident, even to the point of being cocky and brash, but in a charming charismatic way that I found irresistible. And when he began flirting with me, well, I’m sorry honey, but he got me so hot, all my resistance just melted away. So when he asked me out, I accepted, and tonight’s the night.”

She paused then, and I felt myself on the verge of tears. She went on to say that it would be nice if I could stop thinking of myself and put her needs ahead of my own. She said she knew that I masturbated frequently since we stopped having sex, so she knew I was taking care of myself, but that she really didn’t like masturbating and really needed a man to take care of “her needs”. I began blushing in shame, since I didn’t know she knew that I’d been doing that, and because what she was clearly inferring was that I was not a man. She asked point blank if I could accept being a cuckold husband.

Defeated, I said “I guess so… I know you deserve better than me Beth. But there’s one thing I don’t understand- I always wanted you to have a fur and you always refused, why would you accept one from him?”

She looked at me in the patronizing way then, and answered “It’s just… different with him. With you, I always felt as though there was some sick, pathetic fetish fantasy you wanted me to fulfill for you, and I just wasn’t interested in indulging it. Will, on the other hand, is a real man. There’s something sexy about dressing for a man the way he wants his woman to dress. And I know he just wants me to look and feel my best when I’m by his side, and ultimately, in his bed. I can imaging us together, wearing furs and being with each other in the most passionate way… so with you I’d just be embarrassed to wear a fur, but with him, I’d feel proud and desired. I think you can understand that, can’t you?”

I found nodding in agreement as the doorbell rang. “Okay, he’s here. Now go get the door and show him in- be nice and welcoming, and be respectful. He mentioned that he’s dated married women before, and that he’s more than capable of putting cuckolds in their place if he has to, but I assured him he wouldn’t have to with you. Oh, and he wants you to call him “Master”. Don’t worry about why, just do it- now go.”