Short Story: Perfect Wife

Female's Point of View - Brainwashing

When you confronted me about dating you just for your massive wealth, I took it in stride and was honest about why I wanted to be with you. You always were a gentleman and I knew you were too intelligent to be fooled by my flirtatious ways. I can still recall the long discussion that followed. You repaid my honesty with your own and at the time, I actually found it refreshing.
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Our confrontation became a negotiation. I wanted access to your wealth so I could live the good life, free from debt and money worries. And you wanted a pretty wife to parade around your rich buddies. ​

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I’ll admit that you kind of blinded me with your initial offer.
 
I mean... 
 
​The sheer credit limit you were willing to give me if I became your wife was mind boggling. Maybe I was a little too eager to accept your added demands after that.
 
Of course, I accepted the fact that you didn’t just want a cute face to parade around. I understood that you also wanted to fuck me. You weren’t too bad to look at and I accepted when you said that at a minimum, I should provide my duties as a wife at least twice a week. 
 
Then your eccentric side, which I’ve come to know very well since then, made its first appearance. You didn’t just want a pretty face to parade around, you also wanted me to act the part. So you added a rule that I should watch, at least twice a week, instructional videos about how a good wife should act with her husband. I found the whole idea ludicrous, but if it got me the good life, I was game to watch a few outdated films. Especially since you seemed to insist on it so much. Whatever made you happy was going to land me the perfect marriage and unlimited shopping.
 
So why not?
 
I never suspected that your little films would educate me so much.
 
On our wedding night, I did my matrimonial duties with as much enthusiasm and allure that I could muster. The thought of spending your money was enough to get my juices going. After our honeymoon, we moved into your mansion and I couldn’t believe how big it was. How luxurious it was... And it was all mine!
 
For the first few weeks, I played my cards slowly and only let you fuck me twice a week. As per our agreement. And twice a week, I sat down in front of your huge television and watched hours of instructional videos. They were so long... I spaced out and slept through most of them. You never noticed because you were out doing business deals or something.
 
I do remember the freaky smiles the women had.
 
Just... Insanely happy...
 
Or LOOKED like they were anyway.
 
I remember rolling my eyes and thinking that these videos were basically a call back to 50′s Stepford wives propaganda. Yet... I couldn’t look away and shop on my phone while it played. I just... HAD to watch...
 
After a month, I started to understand my role as your wife more and more. I started to understand and... Accept... Why you had chosen me.
 
What first started as my matrimonial duty became the highlight of my week. I wanted our few nights together to be special. Sexy... Hot... I started to wear sexier lingerie for our evenings together. I even started to tease your cock with my mouth before we fucked... I had already told you I wasn’t the type of girl that liked to suck cock, but it felt right to excite you that way.
 
You were always a gentleman about it all and never pressured me into anything. I can clearly remember that you never asked me to blow you. I decided I wanted to do that for you. 
 
I found myself getting excited on mornings I knew I was to watch your little films. They seemed to hold secrets I wanted to learn. I watched them in rapt attention... Looking for them...
 
After a while, I found myself yearning for you more and more. I wanted you in my bed on nights we weren’t scheduled to fuck. I remember waiting for you in our bed, wearing my sexiest lingerie, candles everywhere... I knew you would be late and tired, but I didn’t care. I wanted you. Your touch... Your cock...
 
And you didn’t disappoint. We fucked like long lost lovers that night. I felt wild... Sexy... Nothing you did seemed to turn me off. 
 
After a few nights like that, I understood the videos more and more. A perfect wife is always passionate for her man. Always ready for his needs. I remember deciding that I should be more for you. Offer you more...
 
Even if I didn’t like to suck cock, I decided I needed to at least try. For real. Not as a sexy way to get you hard, but as a full event and release.  I knew you understood and accepted that I didn’t want to do that for you. That if I couldn’t do it or didn’t like it, that you would never pressure me to do it again. I felt safe to try. Eager even...
 
So one night, once we got to bed, I started to kiss you. Your hands traveled my body and I felt your lust grow as I’ve felt it many times before. I smiled and kissed my way down your chest. I’ve done that a few times since we got married, but I smiled as I knew you wouldn’t expect me to just suck you off. 
 
And suck you off I did...
 
The precum and general taste of cock never really did it for me, but it wasn’t revolting. Just... Annoying... As I sucked you that night, I discovered that the thrill of surprising you with a full blowjob made all that disappear.
 
Your cock didn’t taste weird, it tasted like your arousal for me. My body... My talents...
 
And your precum didn’t really taste salty or bad, it tasted like a promise. A testament to the release I wanted to give you. I felt so excited at the thought of making you cum with only my mouth... It was intoxicating in a way.
 
A perfect wife must always be ready to indulge her husband’s desires.
 
Again, you were a perfect gentleman and warned me that you were about to cum. I smiled and bobbed my head faster, knowing that the sheer surprise of my reaction would send you over the edge. And it did... I can still recall that fist hot spur as you erupted in pleasure. For a split second, the taste surprised me. But it faded as I realized that I had done it! I had sucked you off without gagging. Without revulsion... I was giddy as I realized that I could do this for you.
 
Pleasure you...
 
My mind tingled with happy thoughts as I realized that I had gotten one step closer to being your perfect wife. Twice a week became nights we didn’t fuck. Because you were away on business... Out with friends... But I didn’t care because on those nights, I cuddled up in bed and watched your special films.
 
I soon realized that you loved to be woken up by my lips around your cock. I got the idea one morning when I noticed your erection. I suddenly imagined how good it would feel if you woke up with it in my warm mouth. So I did just that. When I saw how satisfied and happy it made your morning, I decided I would do it as often as I could.
 
I also realized that the more I sucked you off, the better I felt about it. It actually made me happy to have your cock in my mouth. Well... Anywhere inside me really...
 
Which brought me to consider something I would never dare dream of offering you: my anal virginity.
 
I was repulsed at the very mention of letting someone fuck me up the ass. But... Month after month of hot married life was making me wonder if my revulsion was real. After all... I love to give you blowjobs now...
 
Would that be the same?
 
Before I surprised you with that, I decided to go buy butt plugs and try. I started small... Which helped immensely. After a few tries, I realized that with the proper frame of mind, anal could be enjoyable... And besides...
 
A perfect wife must always be ready and willing to indulge her husband’s desires.
 
So day after day, I ‘trained’ my ass to accommodate bigger and bigger butt plugs. Until one day, I slipped one in that was the same size as your cock. Then, I knew I was ready for you!
 
I still remember the face you made when I told you I wanted something special... It made me so hot and happy to see how surprised you were. How happy it made you... I still remember how hard you were when you finally impaled me in the ass that night... So hard...
 
And just like the blowjobs, I realized that I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would. Feeling how hard it made you... Sent thrills and pleasure along every nerve in my body. As you finally came inside my ass, my mind experienced a moment of clarity: A perfect wife always submits to her husband’s desires.
 
After that night, I felt a new sense of purpose. Of pride... I WAS a perfect wife. I was sexy... Fit... Limber... Open... Any man would kill to have a wife like me. But I only had eyes for you. A perfect wife is always faithful to her husband’s desires.
 
Months became a year and now, I fully accept my place at your side. I understand your needs and desires like no one else. I understand that a perfect wife is proper and respectful in public. That a perfect wife lets her husband use her however and whenever he likes.  
 
When you confronted me all those months ago, I never realized that I would love becoming your perfect docile wife.
 
​Free to use however you wish... 

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