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   A Fortunate Accident

   By

   Nessus

   FD

   I have been married to my husband Robert for nine wonderful years and I
love him deeply.  He has been a wonderful father to my two sons from my
previous marriage and we are best friends, we tell each other everything
or, so I thought.

   Unfortunately, our sex life has over the past years has dwindled a
little more each year to practically nothing now.  Of course, I've tried to
talk to him about it but he would brush me off.  "It's just the pressure of
work, Diana," he would say.  "That's all." However, I sensed by his evasive
eyes that he was hiding or was uncomfortable telling me something.

   It was supposed to be a special time for us, now both closer to forty
than thirty and my sons away at university, we should be doing mad,
wonderful and romantic things.  I had dreamed of travelling to exotic
places and discovering our honeymoon feeling all over again.  Instead,
Robert was hiding deep in his construction business, I worked at the
library and we had polite dinners together in our big empty house.

   Then, Robert had his accident, an explosion at one of his building
sites. I received the phone call at the library and drove urgently to the
hospital, heart pounding and fighting back tears.  "He's ok, Mrs Simpson,"
the doctor said as I rushed into the hospital.

   "He's in hospital," I squealed.  "How can he be ok?"

   "Take it easy," he soothed.  "Sit down and listen.  He's got burns on
one arm, he's broken his other arm and he's got slight burns to his back
and his hair is singed.  He's ok, understand?"

   "You sure?" I asked, tears rolling down my face.

   "I'm sure.  We had to operate on his arm as he had several breaks and we
also had to remove some burnt skin.  Mrs Simpson, your husband is a very
fit and healthy man so he will recover quickly."

   I burst into tears with relief and a young nurse led me to the dim room
where Robert lay unconscious.  "He'll be coming round in an hour or two,
Mrs Simpson.  Why don't you go down to the cafeteria and grab coffee?"

   I shook my head.  "I'll sit with him," I said seeing that both of
Roberts arms were bandaged and in slings suspended from the bed rail and he
had a loose bandage around his head.  His eyes were closed and he was
deeply unconscious, his naked chest with his curly black hairs rising and
falling.

   "Certainly," the nurse said and placed a chair next to the bed. 
Suddenly, Robert mumbled something and rolled his head from side to side.
Startled, I looked at the nurse with concern and she smiled.  "He'll be
chattering away soon but he'll still be unconscious.  You'll hear some
strange things.  Now is the time to ask him if he hates his mother-in-law,"
she laughed as she walked away and left me in the darkened room.

   Slowly, I sat next to my husband, took his hand and for the next little
while sat patiently with him as he mumbled and chattered in his sleep.  My
head was spinning at what the nurse had said and I wondered if I asked him
the question that was foremost in my mind whether I was strong enough for
the answer?

   I had to know the answer so I leaned close and whispered into his ear.
"Robert, do you love Diana?" He mumbled and moved his head from side to
side so I repeated the question but a more clearly.

   "Yes," he mumbled, his words slurred but still clear enough for me to
understand.  "I love Diana." I sat back in the chair and cried softly to
myself with relief.  As I wiped my eyes and repaired my make-up over the
little sink in the hospital room while Robert mumbled to himself in the
background, another thought occurred to me.  He says he love's me but he
doesn't try to make love to me any more so where is he going for sex?

   I sat back by his bedside and asked another question.  "Robert, are you
having an affair with anyone else?"

   His head moved to the side.  "No," he slurred.  "No one else, I love
just Diana." He started rambling on about digging in the garden and
building a pergola.

   "Robert, do you masturbate?" I asked, a little bolder.  This time, his
head tossed from side to side as if he was trying to escape the question
and his slurred comments were unintelligible.  "Robert," I insisted, a
little louder but looking around to make sure the door was still closed. 
"Do you masturbate?"

   This time I heard the answer.  "Yes," he moaned softly, his face
contorted with shame but his eyes were still closed.  "I masturbate."

   Hurt, I leaned over him so my face was close to his.  "Robert, how often
do you masturbate?" I demanded and something about my tone caused him to
answer immediately.

   "Everyday," he slurred and then started muttering about white clouds in
blue skies as I collapsed in the chair.  I felt like I had found out my
husband was cheating on me and, I suppose he was but with himself, with his
own hand while I was left wondering and unsatisfied!

   It was too late to stop now, I thought grimly so I stood over him again
and leaned down.  "Robert, why don't you make love to Diana?"

   "Diana is beautiful," he mumbled and I blushed at that sweet comment.

   "If she's beautiful, why don't you try to make love to her?" I
persisted.

   "She is my goddess," he mumbled and then muttered something about
painting the pergola.

   "Why don't you make love to your goddess?" I asked, smiling a little at
his cute way of describing me.

   "Diana doesn't tell me to," he mumbled, head moving from side to side.
"The pergola is all wrong."

   I sat back down in shock.  Was it really that simple?  I just have to
tell him?  I blushed at the thought of it and wondered if I could tell him
to do it.  "Why doesn't Diana tell you?" I asked, leaning close to his
handsome face.

   "She doesn't understand I'm submissive," he muttered and then started
mumbling about his mother.  "Let me sleep in," he slurred.  "It's too early
for school."

   I sat in the dark thinking deeply for the next hour or so while I waited
for Robert to wake.  When he did I kissed him gently as he opened his eyes.
"Darling," I said softly.  "How do you feel?"

   "I've felt better," he said groggily as I pressed the button for the
nurse.  "Feel a little sick.  Have you been sitting here long?"

   "A few hours, you've been rambling about painting a pergola we don't
have," I said smiling as the nurse bustled in.  I stayed with Robert until
he was ready for sleep again, kissed him goodbye and promised him I would
be back the next day.

   After a leisurely bath and a light meal, I sat in front of the computer
in my nightgown and prepared to do some research.  After all, a good
librarian knows how to find information, especially on the Internet and for
the next three hours I absorbed reams of information on the male submissive
especially how the submissive side of their sexual personality emerged when
they were aroused.

   With sudden clarity, I realised how I had allowed Robert to make all the
really big decisions in our life while I tinkered with the little ones
because I thought he wanted it that way.  And, he probably did in the
beginning but after a while the continued demands of society and his wife
had brought his submissive traits to life.  The act of making love had
become a task with all erotic satisfaction left unfulfilled.

   Robert had embarked on a journey of personal enlightenment that had
brought him to the realisation and acceptance, subconsciously perhaps but
acceptance never the less, of his sexually submissive nature.  I felt proud
that he had completed this journey but sad he accomplished it alone and
without me.

   Sitting back in the chair, I thought about the dark side of my own mind
that I had always been ashamed of.  Over the years I had submerged my
personal dark fantasies as I acted out the role of wife and mother, both
roles fulfilling in there own ways but not satisfy those dreams, dreams
which I believed were abnormal, now I realised I was not alone.

   Turning back to the computer, I read eagerly many erotic stories of male
submission for sometime until I realised I was squeezing my thighs together
as I read.  Leaning back in the chair, I pulled my nightgown up and slipped
my fingers to my crotch to confirm I was sopping wet.  Smiling to myself, I
lay on the bed, pulled a pillow under my bottom and started to masturbate
for the first time in a long, long time.  Eyes closed and thinking of
Robert in some of the situations I had just read about, I reached an
explosive orgasm

   The morning Sun lazily peeked through the shutters of our bedroom and I
dreamily opened my eyes, feeling refreshed but a little nervous about the
coming day.  I spent some time getting dressed, selecting filmy lingerie to
make me feel sexy under my dark grey business suit and I made sure I picked
a blouse that highlighted my cleavage.

   "Good morning darling," I said as I kissed Robert.  "How do you feel?" I
asked putting a basket of fruit on the bedside table.

   "Bit of pain under the bandages," he said, "and hot."

   "It is a little warm but it is summer," I joked and I realised he was
naked under the white sheet that covered him.  "Would you like some fruit,
some grapes?" Robert shrugged and gestured at his bandaged arms suspended
in their slings above the bed.  "I'll feed you," I laughed as I slipped a
grape into his mouth, my fingers stroking his cheek as he chewed.  "You are
helpless, aren't you?" I said softly and his eyes darted up at me in
surprise but I slipped another grape between his lips.  Out of the corner
of my eye I saw a slight movement under the sheet near his groin.

   "Poor helpless Robert," I murmured, my long red fingernail traced his
moving lips as his wide eyes stared at me and I saw a tent form in the
sheet over his groin.  "What's this?" I said, pretending surprise, as I
looked down at the tent his obvious erection had formed and he blushed.  He
opened his mouth to speak and I slipped two grapes in.  "Don't speak,
darling," I said firmly, although my heart was pounding and my fingers
trembling.  "Eat your grapes while I have a look."

   Appearing as calm as I could, I pulled the sheet back to reveal his
throbbing cock, hard and waving above his stomach.  "Darling," I murmured,
"so hard and so aroused from being helpless." I turned back to him, leaving
his hard cock exposed and his eyes bulged at me in shock.  "It would be
terribly embarrassing if the nurse came in now, wouldn't it darling?" I
said softly as I slipped another grape into his mouth, knowing my panties
were wet and my confidence growing tremendously by the second.  I leaned
down and kissed him gently on the forehead.  "But there's nothing you can
do about it, is there?" I whispered my lips grazing his forehead as I spoke
and my perfume filling his senses.  A little groan escaped him and I smiled
to myself in triumph, suddenly calm and confident.

   "Of course," I said sitting on the edge of the bed near his cock, "I
won't do that.  Not yet, anyway," I added and he stared at me.  "Now," I
said briskly, "I'm going to let you cum now." My fingers slipped around his
pulsing cock and I squeezed my own legs together under my skirt as I
started slowly sliding my fingers up and down his cock while I smiled
calmly at his straining face.  It didn't take long and he soon grunted and
moaned as he spurted while I continued to milk him dry.

   I giggled softly as I cleaned him up, pulled the sheet back and disposed
of the tissues.  "Darling," I murmured as I leaned over to gently kiss his
lips "What do you say?" I asked softly as our lips parted.

   "Thank you," he mumbled.  "Thank you so much.  I love you."

   "I know you do, darling," I said, standing up.  "I have to go to work
but I'll be back later.  Anything you want me to bring you?"

   He looked up at me with an adoring look in his eyes that I hadn't seen
for a long time.  "No, just you."

   As I drove to the library from the hospital, I felt wonderful and so
sexy, so alive and so much a woman, a woman in love and in control. 
Wondering if I had time to masturbate before work, I smiled to myself at
how easily I had fallen into this new erotic behaviour.

   I left the library early with a spring in my step, went shopping for new
lingerie and clothes.  Unannounced, the thought that I will have to get
Robert to buy me a vibrator popped into my head as I was waiting for the
sales girl to wrap my purchases.  I couldn't help myself and giggled out
loud and the sales girl smiled at me.  "Your husband will enjoy these," she
said and I smiled in return.  You don't know the half of it, I thought to
myself.

   When I dropped by the hospital again, Robert was deep asleep so I kissed
him gently, asked the nurse to tell him I visited and went home.  That
night I furiously masturbated again after searching the web for more
information on submissive males and fell into a satisfied sleep.

   The next morning, I dressed to arouse my submissive husband and drove to
the hospital, rehearsing in my mind my actions.  This time, I felt much
more confident in what I was going to do as I knew now we both wanted, no
needed, this new way of living.

   He was awake lying covered by the sheet, his arms now resting on the
bedclothes and listening to the radio.  Robert smiled shyly at me as I
kissed him and gently stroked his hair.  "Did you sleep well, darling?" I
asked as I positioned the visitors' chair in the middle of the room and he
nodded, watching me as I moved the chair.

   "As well as you can in hospital, they wake you up so early.  The doctor
visited this morning and told me I could go home tomorrow."

   "That's wonderful news, darling," I said slowly.  "Do you want to come
home?"

   Robert looked at me in surprise.  "Of course.  What are you saying?" The
poor dear looked worried and I steeled myself, telling myself this was what
he wanted and, now, I wanted it as well.

   I glanced at the door and made sure it was closed.  "I'm saying things
have changed," I said, looking at him calmly and his eyes darted away. 
Quickly, I flicked the sheet back to reveal his cock lying curled on his
stomach like a dormant snake and sat on the chair, waiting.

   Robert glanced quickly at the door.  "Diana, what are you doing?"

   "Whatever I want, darling.  You are not to disobey me," I answered
evenly, watching him and at my words his cock started to stir.  I waited as
this was the moment of truth as, with his hands now free, he could easily
pull the sheet back up to cover himself

   He licked his lips.  "What do you mean?" he croaked as his cock surged
into full erection, bobbing above his belly and his hands remained by his
side.

   "Darling, I'm afraid your cock betrays you," I laughed and he blushed as
he lowered his eyes.  "Things have to change, darling and you know it.  For
a start, you will not masturbate again unless I tell you to.  Do you agree,
darling." He looked around and I knew a thousand thoughts must have been
rippling through his head, the most important was the knowledge that, once
he agreed, there would be no path back to the way things were.

   I let the silence hang for a moment and then spoke calmly, "The nurses
will be here soon, Robert and I'm sure there will enjoy seeing your hard
cock." His hands twitched but remained still as he silently made his
decision.

   "I agree," he said softly, his eyes still lowered.

   "Look at me, darling," I said gently and his eyes rose.  "What do you
agree to?"

   "I won't masturbate unless you tell me," Robert said in a low voice.

   I nodded slowly.  "Good boy." Slowly, I uncrossed my legs, slid my skirt
up and opened my legs to reveal my new white lace panties, suspenders and
stocking tops.  Robert's eyes bulged when he saw what I was wearing. 
"Darling, I will want a lot of pleasure from you and I expect you will
spend a lot of time with your lips here," I said as my red fingernail
traced the lace of my panties.  "Do you understand, dear?"

   He swallowed, transfixed by the sight before him and nodded quickly. 
Smiling, I slowly adjusted my skirt so he image was burnt into his brain,
stood and walked to his bedside.  "Of course," I whispered as I gently
kissed his cheek, "I will have to train you first, won't I darling?"

   His cock was pulsing as I said that and he nodded again, his face
flushed with arousal.  Disappointment flooded his face as I draped the
sheet back over his throbbing cock.  "What is it, darling?" I asked
innocently.  "Oh, I see," I smiled.  "You thought you would get to cum? 
Darling, you cum when I say and I don't know whether you deserve it."

   "Please," he croaked and I smiled to myself, elated and proud that I had
brought him to the stage where he was now begging me.

   "Please what?" I said coolly.

   "Please masturbate me," he mumbled, face burning but his cock was
pulsing through the sheet and his hands remained still.

   "And what do you call me?" I haughtily prompted as I peeled the sheet
back.

   Robert's face was crimson but his cock was the biggest I have ever seen
it.  "Please play with me, Mistress," he begged softly, eyes lowered and I
smiled in triumph, my panties becoming wet in a rush.

   "Perhaps this time, as you have been a good boy," I smiled as I rummaged
in my bag and he looked at me eagerly.  I held up a pair of pink silk
panties and teased his nose with them.  "Yesterdays panties, my sweet boy,"
I whispered.  "Can you smell your Mistress?" Robert groaned and inhaled
deeply.

   "Now," I said in a businesslike tone, I'm going to wrap these silk
panties of mine around your cock and you will come.  Do you understand, my
darling?" His head lolled back on the pillows in wanton arousal as I
instructed him, giving me all control.

   "Yes Mistress," he whispered and I wrapped the cool silk around his
burning cock, sliding it around and around it.  Within seconds he erupted
with a loud groan, pumping his seed into the pink silk until it was soaked.

   Smiling, I used the panties to wipe up any other remnants of his cum,
dropped the panties into a plastic bag and put them into my handbag. 
Gently, I pulled the sheet back around him and kissed him passionately, my
tongue roaming wildly inside his mouth.

   I felt his eyes on me as I walked to the door and opened it.  "Tomorrow,
sweet boy," I said in a clear voice and walked out without looking back. 
I'm sure there was a smile on my face as I walked down the corridor, to the
car park and to a new life, a life of erotic, sensual but dark control.

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